The First Human Magic Book

This world does not have a special profession like Magic Swordsman.

A warrior is a warrior, and a mage can only be a mage.

So for Norn and Erik, they could only choose one path of growth in the future.

It was just that neither of them had made a choice right away.

Rhode could understand that.

Honestly, he was still quite envious that the two of them had some talent in both magic and combat.

Although their magic was inferior to his alone, if they actually managed to train into something like a Magic Swordsman, it would really open his eyes.

"Rhode, there's something I want to discuss with you." Taking advantage of the break, Norn came over.

"Sure, do I need to step aside?"

At that moment, Serie was still sitting beside him, so Rhode made this suggestion.

"No need, this matter actually involves Miss Serie as well."

Hearing that it involved her, Serie lifted her head too.

"Actually, I want to compile the magic you taught us into a book, so it can be passed down to future generations. I just don't know if the two of you would agree to this?"

Norn carefully weighed his tone as he slowly asked.

He had been planning this since he first started learning magic, but he hadn't acted on it without getting the consent of those involved.

If both Rhode and Serie disagreed with him doing this, then Norn absolutely would not carry out this idea.

"A magic book?" Rhode murmured to himself.

In this era, most magic was passed down through master-to-disciple traditions. The concept of a magic book didn't seem to exist yet?

Rhode wasn't entirely sure either.

But Serie's next words disproved his guess.

"Magic books? That's actually a good idea."

Serie saying this meant she had definitely seen or heard of something similar.

"Your Elf race has them?"

"No." Serie shook her head. "Elf magic is entirely passed down from elders; we never make things like magic books. However, some races, to facilitate trade, write down their racial magic to exchange for things with other races."

That should be the earliest prototype of a magic book.

But in this era, various races didn't seem to have a systematic recording method. They only made books out of magic that had high value and could be traded for more things.

It was another form of bartering.

"What do you think?"

Rhode was worried about issues like copyright disputes.

Although this concept was a bit ahead of its time, if Norn's magic book ended up containing Elf magic, it might cause conflict.

After all, the circulation range of books was much wider.

"Recording your magic should be fine, but the prerequisite is that you're willing to contribute that magic."

Clearly, Serie had the same concerns.

And what she cared about most was whether Rhode would contribute all the magic he created.

Magic was the most precious thing in this era.

Back when the various races hired Dwarves to forge weapons, they used books recording magic as payment.

In theory, using magic books as payment for those magic-illiterate Dwarves was quite strange, and might even cause misunderstandings among those straightforward Dwarves.

But in the end, the Dwarves accepted that payment.

That shows just how valuable magic books are.

"I don't have a problem with that. After all, magic itself needs to be passed down to have meaning. If it's just for my own satisfaction, then creating magic would be a pointless endeavor."

He had originally created magic to survive in this world, and after meeting Serie, it was to make himself stronger.

And now, Rhode had one more dream.

That was to have his magic passed down.

His original idea was to spend his whole life teaching these magics to others—humans or Elves, as long as they weren't bad people, he would teach them the magic he created.

But now, Norn's proposal gave him more options.

"Your thinking is quite noble."

Serie let out a light laugh, her tone impossible to tell if it was praise or sarcasm.

But for Rhode, he would take it as her complimenting him.

However, Serie clearly didn't mean it that way, or rather, it was half sarcasm and half reflection.

After all, to her, magic was a special existence, and she didn't want everyone in this world to be able to learn it.

If not for Norn and Erik's special talents, she wouldn't even have agreed to Rhode teaching them Elf race magic.

But for Mr. Rhode's sake, she didn't intend to voice her true thoughts.

"Then it's settled." Rhode patted Norn on the shoulder. "Come to me with any problems. We can start by compiling the most basic magic first."

Norn and Erik could already master Rhode's basic magic, whether it was the Illumination Technique or Fire Magic, they could use both.

This had made things much easier for him.

Norn nodded solemnly. "I understand your meaning. Thank you, Mr. Rhode. On behalf of all humanity, I thank you for your selfless contribution!"

"Wait until you become a Human powerhouse renowned across this continent before saying words of thanks like that. For now, you and I thinking about humanity's future is far too distant."

Rhode replied casually.

Mainly, Norn speaking on behalf of the entire human race of this world had thrown him off.

"Mm, I know." Norn nodded again.

Since leaving the village, this had become his only goal.

Just then, Serie suddenly interjected: "Don't forget to note the source of the magic." She looked at Rhode. "At the very least, let everyone who learns it know who created the magic in this book."

Serie didn't want to see those learning this magic not even know the identity of its creator, Rhode.

Rhode chuckled wryly. He really had forgotten about that.

Having one's name remembered by future generations was naturally the dream of every historical figure.

And he was no exception.

Statues of savior heroes would be forgotten as time passed.

But magic would not.

His only worry was that his magic might be phased out for being too outdated, but that was at least a thousand years away.

Unless he could live forever, he wouldn't live to see that happen.

Unless he could keep living.

Rhode was wrapped up in his own thoughts, momentarily lost in them, until Erik's sudden intrusion brought him back.

The other had somehow sidled over, shouting excitedly: "Norn, you bastard aren't sneaking off to learn behind my back, are you? I want to learn too!"

"You?" Serie raised an eyebrow. "Practice Light Arrow until you're proficient first. Every attack you make is a master of missing the mark."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Erik's face flushed red. "That was an accident!"