Mage Tower [lv3]

Early the next morning, Green finished several hours of meditation, opened his eyes, and stretched. He felt better than ever.

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In just one night, the Magic Power he had drawn in while meditating had nearly doubled his reserves!

That was the advantage of owning a Mage Tower: he could channel Magic Power his body could not hold into the tower for storage. And this was only the first day. Green would keep it up until he reached the tower's storage limit—dozens of times his own capacity.

Green smiled. Only two of last night's three trials had taken place; the last had been canceled because of a "technical malfunction." He was relieved, but it also made him worry about the tower's condition. After more than a century under Seal and who knew how many changes of ownership, had this Mage Tower become a death trap?

With that thought in mind, Green took possession of the secondhand Mage Tower. Sure enough, after a tour, the situation looked grim.

To its credit, the tower's materials and construction were first-rate. Cristiano's ancestor had clearly built it with great care, deep resources, and no small expense. But time had stripped away its former splendor. Over the past century in particular, the Lineage had declined, and no Formal Rank mage had appeared to tend the tower. It had inevitably fallen into disrepair.

It was like a house. With someone living in it, small problems got fixed at once; left empty, it became a ruin within a few years. A Mage Tower worked the same way, except maintenance mattered even more. Its many Magic Arrays needed a mage's painstaking attention to keep running properly.

The tower Green had inherited had spent more than a century under Seal,