Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 9: The Demigod Weber
Five hundred thousand gold coins… How much would one have to earn working in a tavern just to pay that off?
Merlin couldn’t even imagine a tavern making that much money. Weren’t his parents powerful magic swordsmen and sorcerers? Why not go hunt monsters and make money fast?
Unable to figure it out, Merlin shook his head on the bed with a sigh. Then suddenly, it was as if a thought struck him. Usually, someone who transmigrates from Blue Star comes with a system—maybe he had one too?
At this thought, Merlin sat up straight, stretched his hands toward the empty air in front of him, and shouted, “System! Show yourself!”
A golden finger in another world! With a system, he could casually do some tasks, claim rewards, and that debt of five hundred thousand gold coins would be nothing.
Easily earning wealth that could rival kingdoms, eventually walking the path of a Magic God, and becoming a true winner in life.
Yet, no matter how many times Zhao Lin called for the system, he didn’t hear the “ding” described in the novels.
Very well… the truth proved it—he didn’t have a system.
Merlin lay back on the bed in despair. His stomach growled again.
“No system, and the original owner of this body wasn’t exactly a magical prodigy either… just an average person, starting off with a debt of five hundred thousand gold coins.”
Others transmigrated on “easy mode”; clearly, he had rolled “hard mode.”
Growl… growl… growl—
His stomach seemed to agree with his words, protesting its emptiness. Feeling the pangs of hunger, he got out of bed, pushed open the window, and looked outside.
“Forget it… I’ll go out for a walk. After all, I’ve finally arrived at a magical academy in another world. I might as well take a proper look around… maybe even find something edible.”
Arcane Academy · Arcane Tower
At the heart of the Arcane Academy stood a wizard’s tower, soaring into the clouds. Its base was built from solid stone blocks, overgrown with moss and vines, a silent witness to countless years. The tower was slender, pointing straight toward the sky, as if to converse with the stars above.
Runes and spells were etched across its outer walls, ancient symbols that shimmered faintly in the moonlight, serving as a magical shield to protect the tower from outside interference.
Narrow, high windows allowed glimpses of flickering magical light within, hinting at countless secrets being nurtured inside.
At the top was an open platform, surrounded by concentric railings adorned with intricate carvings. From this height, one could overlook the entire academy and even see distant mountains and plains.
Inside, the tower was labyrinthine, full of twisting corridors and hidden rooms. Deep within lay a massive library, with shelves stretching to the ceiling, containing nearly all known magical knowledge.
The owner of this library was naturally the current head of the Arcane Academy, a demigod of his age—Hesjones Weber.
Bathed in the glow of runes, Hesjones Weber sat at his ancient oak desk, holding a quill, immersed in the serenity of writing.
His face bore the marks of time, with fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, recording countless magical experiments and adventures. His gaze was deep and bright, sparkling with wisdom, as if he could perceive all the world’s mysteries.
His silver hair and beard were meticulously groomed, a few strands swaying softly in the candlelight, reflecting a gentle sheen. He wore a robe embroidered with complex magical symbols, which shimmered faintly with every movement, as if imbued with mysterious power.
The ink-stained quill glided over parchment, leaving elegant, fluid letters.
Surrounding shelves were stacked with heavy tomes, filling the air with the scent of ink, parchment, and a faint trace of magical herbs.
Occasionally, an owl would fly in through the window, perching on his shoulder. Soon, more and more owls returned, settling on the beams of the library. A rough count suggested hundreds, maybe thousands.
“Oh, my dear old friend, your mischievous granddaughter has been doing wonderfully at the Arcane Academy. She’s so lovely, so lively… we all adore her… (thousands of words omitted)”
“The owls I keep are multiplying; my wizard’s tower can barely hold them all… (hundreds of words omitted).”
“Of course, the red-crowned white-feathered chickens you sent me, I’ve been taking care of them diligently. They stroll happily in the garden beneath the tower every day. I adore these little creatures. These dozen red-crowned white-feathered chickens have become my treasures, and I feed them personally every day… (hundreds of words omitted)”
“Writing this makes me long for these little ones again. I can hardly wait to go feed them. I pour my thoughts of you into this letter, hoping to receive your reply soon. Your sincere old friend—Hesjones Weber.”
Weber sealed the letter with wax, then gently petted the dark green owl on his shoulder. “Little one, please deliver this letter to Hoyd. He should still be sleeping at the usual spot.”
The dark green owl flapped its wings twice, grasped the letter, and flew out of the wizard’s tower.
Weber watched it disappear into the distant sky, smiling, then slowly descended the stairs to check on the red-crowned white-feathered chickens he had been raising for years.
These creatures came from the Elven Forest, a high-quality breed. Though magical beasts, they were entirely non-aggressive, unafraid of humans, and very gentle.
The garden beneath the wizard’s tower wasn’t off-limits, but students and teachers rarely ventured there.
After all, it was the domain of a demigod—accidentally provoking Weber would certainly end badly.
In high spirits, Weber reached the garden and heard the clucking of his chickens.
Hmm… today the red-crowned white-feathered chickens are lively; their voices sound robust.
He looked toward the garden and, to his surprise, saw a wisp of smoke curling up.
Was there a fire? No, it didn’t seem like that…
Weber leaned on his staff and approached the garden. There, in the center of the area where his chickens roamed, a young boy was crouched, tending a fire. Scattered around him were feathers from the red-crowned white-feathered chickens.
What the—? My chickens!
Weber was shocked. He never imagined someone would sneak into his garden and… kill the chickens he had painstakingly raised, apparently planning to roast them.
Impossible… the Arcane Academy has someone bold enough to do this? Is this a challenge to me, Weber?