My Magic Has No Upper Limit

Chapter 263: Chapter 262: Sky-High Compensation

The two slowly entered the site of the magic accident.

The scene was so bizarre that a Mage’s instinct for caution took over. Both Zelir and Mage Haddley cast shields upon themselves without a word.

Zelir cast Ring of Resistance. He feared some magical anomaly might suddenly erupt—one that his Fog Flowing Gauze wouldn’t be able to stop.

Mage Haddley also waved her Magic Wand, casting a spell. A faint, shimmering blue light enveloped her.

A new task appeared beneath his Technique Celestial Calculation.

Magic Barrier, Analysis Progress: 3%.

’Ah...’

Zelir nodded slightly.

’Another Defensive Magic technique acquired.’

With their shields in place, the pair dared to venture closer.

The details of the accident site were even more gruesome.

Hard red bricks now drooped like melted wax, taking on a sickeningly limp texture.

Meanwhile, the once-pliable thatched roof glinted with the cold, hard luster of metal. Each individual straw was as sharp as a needle.

The distinctions between hard and soft, form and shape, even the boundary between organic and inorganic—all had ceased to exist here.

"RETCH..."

Even the worldly Mage Haddley couldn’t help but cover her mouth, her stomach churning, after getting a clear look at the details of one of the walls.

On what should have been the wooden wall of a granary, a cow’s head had abruptly sprouted.

Its neck was perfectly fused with the red bricks.

The mortar lines between the bricks extended across its hide, as if it had been born a part of the wall.

Moreover, the cow’s head showed no signs of pain.

Its huge eyes were gently closed, eyelashes drooping, as if it were simply taking an afternoon nap.

The horrifying sight was laid bare before them.

Zelir swallowed.

’Probably... not even a Picasso painting was ever this abstract.’

"I’ve seen my fair share of accident sites from experimental magic."

"Most were just explosions. In others, the caster was consumed by their own spell, or the environment was contaminated... but at least those followed some kind of logic."

Mage Haddley pointed at the cow’s head and muttered.

"I always thought the Mages of the Fantasy Faction were just fooling around. But now it seems... they can actually pull off some truly unexpected things."

"This is beyond the scope of any school of magic... Speaking of which, is the Fantasy Mage dead? How did he die?"

"I think that’s how he died."

Zelir tilted his chin up.

Up there, a thick oak beam, once the main support for the mill, hung suspended in midair, twisted like a corkscrew.

A human arm was sprouting from the beam’s surface.

The base of the arm was bizarrely fused with the wooden structure of the beam.

Human muscle fibers gradually hardened and discolored, eventually transitioning seamlessly into the grain of the oak until the two were indistinguishable.

The arm was frozen in a convulsive, grasping gesture, as if beseeching the sky for something.

A closer look nearby revealed fragments of human tissue embedded in the wood.

A broken rib, half a cranium, and what looked like internal organs.

Clearly, the Fantasy Mage had been caught up in his own spell during the casting.

He became a part of his own creation.

"So this is where he died..."

Mage Haddley carefully reached out and touched a stone pillar.

There was no reaction.

She closed her eyes to sense for any lingering energies, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew... There’s no residual Magic Power. The area is clean. It won’t cause any further harm; it just looks bizarre."

"Mages..."

Village Chief Reed hobbled over on his cane.

He looked at the mill, now a chaotic jumble, then glanced at the sturdy draft ox—once the pride of the village—embedded in the wall.

Village Chief Reed’s eyes immediately reddened. The wrinkles on his face deepened, contorting into an expression of pure grief.

"You can see for yourselves the devastation this accident has caused... The cattle and goats we raised in the village... they’re almost all dead..."

"And all the grain stored in the granary is gone, too."

"If this isn’t handled, we people of Kenta Village might not even make it through the winter..."

"Rest assured, Village Chief. We’ll take care of it," Zelir quickly reassured him. "Have you taken stock of everything that was destroyed in the accident?"

"We’ve done a rough count of everything."

Village Chief Reed began counting on his fingers. "As for buildings, there’s one large mill, three brick-and-stone houses, and a large stretch of fence wall."

"Then the animals... four draft oxen, fifteen milk goats, and two hunting hounds."

"As for grain, an entire storehouse full. It was all wheat..."

Zelir’s heart sank as he listened to the numbers Village Chief Reed rattled off.

’Tsk, tsk... Just how much destruction did this guy cause?’

Zelir didn’t entirely believe the list of losses Village Chief Reed provided.

’It’s only natural to exaggerate the numbers a little,’ he thought. But he had no intention of splitting hairs.

After all, he couldn’t very well drag the Village Chief over and start counting animal carcasses one by one.

’Besides, they’ve been put through quite an ordeal. A little extra compensation is fine... call it a payment for pain and suffering. The Mage’s Guild isn’t short on money, anyway.’

While Zelir was negotiating the relevant matters with Village Chief Reed, Mage Haddley was still surveying the scene.

She knelt to observe the seams where matter had fused, then paced back and forth around the wooden beam.

Mage Haddley even took out a small notebook and pen and began to sketch the scene.

"Truly... unbelievable."

Her fingertips gently traced the fused surface, which felt like both wood and muscle.

"How could this have been done... The boundaries of matter itself were shattered, yet a delicate new balance was formed..."

"Mage Haddley!"

Zelir’s voice startled Hedley from her deep contemplation.

She looked up.

"Ah... Zelir, how did it go?"

"I’ve calculated a rough estimate of the damages."

Zelir was also holding a small notebook, where he had recorded the details.

"The grain and livestock losses alone come to at least seventy Gold Coins."

"Then there’s the cost of rebuilding the destroyed buildings."

"We’ll need to hire some craftsmen from Black Stone Town, or we could just have the villagers do the rebuilding themselves... but we’d still have to pay them a laborer’s wage."

Zelir thought for a moment. "All in all, I estimate the total value won’t be less than one hundred and twenty Gold Coins."

"What a hassle..."

Mage Haddley tapped her own temple, too lazy to dwell on it. "Fine. Let’s just report that to the Mage’s Guild, then."

...

"CREAK..."

The wooden door opened, and a musty smell assaulted their noses.

Mage Haddley frowned slightly, covering her mouth and nose.

Zelir also waved a hand, trying to disperse the smell.

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