Chapter 8: Wealth
Theron stretched, his bones popping and cracking. There was a new sheen of sweat coating his body—a mixture of dead skin and the impurities from his previous Bronze Core.
The first thing he did was return to his inn room and scrub himself clean. As he did so, he planned out his next steps.
He needed a new dagger, but he also needed more Mancy methods.
If Spirit Mancers dealt in matters of divination and Karma, Soul Mancers were the beast tamers, alchemists, and blacksmiths of the world.
The two were opposite sides of the same coin. Spirit Mancers absorbed the Mana of others to strengthen themselves, while Soul Mancers granted their Mana to others to strengthen them.
Much the same way, Flux and Elemental Mancers were likewise opposites—the latter controlling the external elements to cast techniques, and the former using Mana to instead strengthen their bodies directly.
Bronze Soul items, crafted by Soul Mancer blacksmiths, were no less expensive than pills. In most cases, they were even more costly.
The more Theron thought about it, the more he felt that the rewards for this supposedly "impossible" mission were far too low. He had thought this before, but it didn't truly make sense to him until he heard Manson's slip of the tongue.
If this was truly a mission none were meant to complete, the coins might have been kept artificially low just to ensure no one was tempted to take drastic measures and upset the status quo.