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Chapter 37: Chapter 35 - Three Years

Three years later. 

 August 25, 1993 - England, Lancashire County, City of Lancaster. 

 *Boom!*

A loud explosion erupted from a school on the outskirts of Lancaster, reducing the historic education building to mere rubble, with a cloud of dust spreading in all directions. 

*Beastly Roar!* 

From the dust cloud emerged a huge green creature roaring towards the skies, a massive, flabby humanoid. Its enormous mouth, capable of swallowing entire buildings, dripped venom and acid onto the ground, melting it into craters, rendering the soil infertile for any life to thrive.

On the other side, emerged from the dust cloud, a figure gliding skillfully through the air.

He was a young man of about sixteen years old, standing at 174 cm tall, clad in black armor with a crown floating above his head.

The entire armor bore eerie red eyes, which seemed alive as they blinked and closed at a slow pace. The crown floating above his head mirrored the same eerie appearance of the armor.

Looking at the destroyed school, Asterion knew the government would have difficulties explaining why a perfectly intact school had disappeared completely. Fortunately, he had used a Curtain before the battle.

But it wasn't time to dwell on that, and Asterion focused on the cursed spirit of Special Grade, particularly the cursed spirit wasn't too strong for him, a special grade wizard, but the innate technique of the cursed spirit was especially annoying.

Acid and poison. With the simplistic mind of the cursed spirit, it wielded its innate technique as nothing more than a simple mist. The mist was capable of poisoning and corroding everything it touched, rendering the land around the school uninhabitable, at least for a few months.

But that was it, just irritating. It would be easier if it used spells, but considering the disaster it would be if it cast a spell, he refrained from using his own spells, especially without the wand to control the spell's accuracy.

At times, Asterion wished that casting spells was as easy as using his Innate Technique, but it wasn't the case, especially for him, who had a colossal magical energy that was mostly uncontrollable.

Floating in the air, he makes a seal with both hands, Asterion summoned a massive cloud of darkness in the dark sky within The Curtain.

From it emerged a colossal silver serpent, its colossal size seeming to cover the entire school grounds, with silver scales adorned with symbols resembling pupil-less eyes.

"Ouroboros."

Looking at his cursed spirit possessing an innate technique related to fate, Asterion glanced coldly at the humanoid cursed spirit still roaring towards him. The cursed spirit didn't attack him; it seemed it could sense the mortal danger he was feeling at the moment.

Which wasn't surprising, given that high-grade cursed spirits were capable of speaking and thinking like humans and other intelligent races.

But the fear was short-lived, as the cursed spirit opened its mouth and released a huge cloud of venom and acid, covering the entire area within the Curtain that separated the inner realm from the real world.

However, something incredible happened: the silver serpent in the sky bit its own tail! In the next moment, the entire cloud of venom and acid seemed to rewind in time. Even the cursed spirit appeared confused, but his confusion lasted only a second before he let out a furious roar. Every time he moved, he returned to the same spot he was in, as if trapped in an eternal loop.

Seeing the huge, furious spirit finally trapped, Asterion was pleased with Ouroboros' ability. The serpent was one of his trump cards to use against the bearer of the Six Eyes, and seeing the results of his creation, he was very satisfied.

"Now, let's play, as I really need to unwind," Asterion murmured to himself as he fell from the sky towards the cursed spirit. As he descended, a pair of black gauntlets appeared in his hands.

Upon landing on the cursed spirit's head, Asterion closed his fist and gathered magical energy before delivering the punch.

*Boom!*

The entire head of the cursed spirit deformed, green blood splattered onto Asterion's face. He didn't stop and continued delivering another punch, even stronger and charged with magical energy, exploding the cursed spirit's head this time, silencing the creature's roar. A large amount of putrid green blood splattered hundreds of meters around.

Not waiting for the cursed spirit to regenerate, Asterion reached out and used his Innate Technique - Creation and Manipulation of Cursed Spirits - to control it.

A huge sphere of blue magical energy appeared around the gigantic cursed spirit, slowly melting it until it transformed into a blue sphere in Asterion's hand.

"This is the fifth Special Grade cursed spirit I've exercised. With this one, I've completed the Ministry of Magic's evaluation. I'm officially the second Special Grade Wizard in England and thirty-second in the known world today."

Looking at the blue orb in his hand, Asterion curved his lips into a smile and swallowed the cursed orb without hesitation. Along with this one, Asterion had about fifteen Special Grade cursed spirits, five exorcized and ten created over three years of insane training, during which he just wanted a bit of vacation before continuing his infernal journey.

With this mission completed, Asterion could finally return home after three months of absence. But hunting down five cursed spirits took longer than he expected, especially with these beings able to change their own negative magical energy, making their exact location difficult, camouflaging themselves with a lower grade than they truly were.

But these three months were not in vain; they brought him a tremendous increase in strength, as he created and captured so many cursed spirits, which was considered quite satisfying.

-

Closing the Curtain, the sky gradually returned to its beautiful celestial blue, but the destruction of the school building remained unchanged. But there was nothing Asterion could do; it was better for the school's destruction than the entire city, which could happen if the cursed spirit left its place of origin. It wasn't common for this to happen, but unfortunately, it wasn't an absolute rule.

In his fourth exorcism, unfortunately, this happened. He arrived late, and a significant part of a city in Gloucestershire had been destroyed. The government had told the people that the cause was a large accidental explosion, but Asterion knew that a Cursed Spirit had left its place of origin and caused more than twenty thousand casualties before being exorcised by him.

When the Veil was lifted, Asterion saw that the entire school area had been cordoned off with several yellow and red perimeter tapes. Behind the tapes, several government cars were parked, each bearing a logo of a sword and shield crossed with an acronym below.

[MI0].

It was the secret government organization responsible for bridging the wizarding world and the normal world. It had the authority to evacuate an entire city if necessary.

"I presume that since we're alive, the cursed spirit has been exorcised?"

Asterion looked at the middle-aged man in a suit and nodded, signaling that he was correct.

The man took out his cellphone and spoke, "The Special Grade cursed spirit has been successfully exorcised." After reporting, he pocketed the phone and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it as he looked at the young man with a complex expression.

He had worked for over twenty years in MI0, but he never got used to seeing children fighting these monsters. To him, these children should be in schools playing and hanging out with friends, not fighting to the death against these abominations. Unfortunately, the world didn't work as he wanted.

"Good job, Agent Black," he said, blowing a smoke ring from his mouth.

"Thank you as well for your hard work, Agent Gray," Asterion also sincerely thanked. In these three months, he had seen how hard these people worked to make the world a little better, enough for normal people to live their lives normally.

Edward Gray simply nodded and replied, "It's the least we can do while you're risking your life, Agent Black."

He continued speaking, this time with a sincere smile, "By the way, congratulations on becoming the second Special Grade wizard in England."

"Yes, but I'm not as happy as I thought I would be," Asterion said, looking at the tired man in front of him, sighing while maintaining a surprisingly cold gaze.

He was remembering the tragedy that had occurred three weeks ago. Seeing over twenty thousand bodies was truly a hellish sight that he never wanted to witness a second time.

Edward also sighed. He was on the case when the Special Grade cursed spirit had escaped from its place of origin. Even after working in this world for twenty years, he probably never forgot that infernal scene.

Flicking the cigarette ashes away, Edward spoke to Asterion with a serious look. "The occurrences of cursed spirits are increasing, almost 50% more than last year, and they're still rising."

Asterion remained silent, obviously aware of this. It wasn't just happening in England; all countries were suffering similarly, and the existence of the supernatural was on the brink of being exposed at any moment. This world was heading towards an end worthy of an apocalyptic scenario.

"I just hope God helps us," Edward showed a helpless look on his face and spoke, looking up at the sky, apparently hoping for some divine salvation. Unfortunately, God had given humans free will; he had left the fate of humanity to be decided by itself.

Asterion shook his head and bid farewell to the veteran agent, leaving with a cold and indifferent look on his face.

"God will help, whether we want it or not," he muttered to himself.

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Chapter 38: Chapter 36 - Three Years (2)

Entering the Black mansion, Asterion only saw a shadow flying towards him. In the next second, he felt an extremely tight embrace around him.

Looking at the woman clinging to him, he showed a helpless expression and stroked her back. "Missed you too, Bella."

"Master, I missed you so much~ let's kill some people to relax..." Clinging to her Master's body, Bellatrix looked at Asterion's face and showed a look full of anticipation. Her green eyes seemed to shine with the idea of killing.

"Tempting, but I'll have to decline for now. Get off me." Shaking his head, Asterion declined and lightly tapped Bella's buttocks, signaling for her to get off him.

Bellatrix looked disappointed and pouted her lips as she gazed at Asterion with a hurt expression. Nonetheless, she released him, though she remained holding onto his arm. 

Observing the forty-year-old woman behaving like a twelve-year-old girl, Asterion let out a resigned sigh and walked to the living room with Bellatrix still clinging tightly to his arm.

-

Entering the living room, he soon saw the old Black patriarch, the man was 93 years old and still looked majestic. He was sitting in an armchair reading his newspaper. Next to him, there was a steaming cup of tea waiting to be sipped at any moment.

Noticing his arrival, the man opened a smile, folded the newspaper, and placed it on the table.

"Welcome back, Asterion," he said, looking emotionally at the tall young man for his age. Unbeknownst to him, the boy who walked through the same doors three years ago had now turned into one of the most powerful men in the country.

"Congratulations on becoming England's second Special Grade Wizard," Arcturus said, even though he knew this would eventually come, he still felt incredibly pleased and proud. Now, he could leave this world peacefully knowing he had left behind a worthy heir.

Seeing the two conversing without paying attention to her, Bellatrix spoke very discontentedly. "I'm here too, don't ignore me."

"Bellatrix, you need to learn not to interrupt a conversation," Arcturus sighed and spoke in a tone full of helplessness. No one but him knows what he went through in those three months. Without Asterion to control her, Bellatrix practically became an uncontrollable madwoman.

It wasn't once or twice that he found Bellatrix covered in blood with a sadistic smile on her face. Fortunately, the woman knew how to cover her tracks, otherwise, the Black mansion would be a common destination for Aurors to visit.

As for whom she killed and tortured, Arcturus was too lazy to ask. He was already old and didn't want to care about what Bellatrix did with her life.

"Always so old-fashioned," Bellatrix muttered discontentedly, hearing Arcturus' grumble, but upon seeing Asterion's cold expression, she remained silent.

"I'll take a shower, we'll talk more at lunch," Asterion said, shaking his head at Bella's silence and addressing Arcturus.

"Very well," Arcturus nodded and returned to reading his newspaper calmly.

Feeling the warm water enveloping his body, Asterion let out a comfortable sigh. He rested his head against the bathtub and gazed silently at the bathroom ceiling. Not only did he not feel tired, but it had been six months since he'd felt any fatigue at all.

It had been half a year since he possessed the magical energy necessary to be considered a Special Grade Wizard, which was 100 times the energy of a Grade 1. To put it into perspective, he felt like he could summon Nidhogg the size of the city of London, essentially destroying it in the process.

He understood perfectly why Special Grade Wizards were considered weapons of mass destruction; each one possessed an amount of energy capable of rivaling that of an atomic bomb.

Asterion didn't know how much magical energy he currently possessed, but it was still growing, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. This meant he hadn't reached his peak yet.

Raising his hand, Asterion created an oval barrier above it. If one were to look inside the dark barrier, they would see a completely different scenery from the world outside, as if it were a different world altogether.

It was the ultimate technique one could achieve using their Inborn Technique.

- Domain Expansion.

Domain Expansion was achieved by expanding the inborn domain with magical energy while using a barrier to construct it within a separate space. The caster then infused their inborn technique into the barrier to complete the expansion, allowing them to deploy their ability throughout the domain. From the outside, the barrier of a normal domain is usually fully enclosed, making it appear as a floating black sphere that can even be moved slightly if needed.

Honestly, it wasn't difficult if you had enough magical energy. For example, Asterion could use it when he was still a Semi-Special Grade Wizard.

Using his Domain Expansion without a barrier, like Sukuna, proved to be a difficult challenge to accomplish. No matter how hard he tried, it seemed impossible to manifest his domain without a barrier. Firstly, there was nothing to sustain the manifestation as support; even the air itself was unsuitable as it wasn't a conduit for magical energy, making the entire technique impossible.

Asterion himself was doubting whether he could do something like that; perhaps he couldn't even accomplish it due to the worlds being different.

Magical Energy and Cursed Energy seemed similar, but they were very different, with the latter being much weaker than the former.

After all, Magical Energy itself altered reality, making it possible to fully manifest the potential of the Inborn Technique. This means that if Gojo were born in this world, he wouldn't be OP like in the Anime; he would be a god, capable of altering, manipulating, and controlling space as if it were a ball of paper.

This was one of the reasons he was concerned about the bearer of the Six Eyes; it was a completely insane and broken ability. Fortunately, he could fight without fear against the other knowing that he wouldn't be beaten to death like other extras.

Asterion never thought his Inborn Technique - [Creation and Manipulation of Cursed Spirits] - was inferior to [Limitless]. While [Limitless] could do anything with space, he could counterattack by creating something.

But even without his inborn technique, he was confident in fighting using spells. Not that he could cast any at the moment; believe me, he tried a simple lighting spell and manifested a damn small sun that could be seen from the other side of the city if it weren't for the mansion's barrier.

Since then, he refrained from using magic without the wand to control the power of the spells. Without the wand to control the power of the spells, all the spells he cast would be amplified to an insane level with the huge amount of magical energy he possessed.

It might seem strange that he could perfectly use his Inborn Technique, but not spells. However, understand that one was like using his own hand, for example; you think, and it happens. His magic would automatically provide energy when needed, just like the body's energy, as natural as possible.

Spells, on the other hand, required not only gestures but also focusing on the act and having the will to cast them, coupled with the large amount of magical energy he needed to control. This made things extremely difficult for someone without a wand to aid him.

-

Arriving at the dining hall, appropriately dressed, Asterion found Arcturus, Bellatrix, and Narcissa waiting at the table.

After the divorce three years ago, Narcissa moved back to the Black House and reclaimed her old surname with Arcturus' permission. As for Sirius, he had been missing for three years, disappearing shortly after his birthday. No one knew where he was, but whether it was Asterion or Arcturus, they had a vague idea of his whereabouts.

Arcturus seemed indifferent to Sirius' departure, but Asterion knew that the old patriarch had suffered from his grandson's abrupt departure. After all, Sirius was his grandson, his son's son. Nevertheless, Sirius chose to be with his other family - the Potter House.

Narcissa, noticing Asterion's arrival, stood up and hugged him while speaking. "Congratulations on officially becoming a Special Grade Wizard, Asty." She gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek and looked at him with a proud gaze, like an older sister proud of her younger brother's accomplishments.

"Thank you, Cissy," he replied, returning the hug kindly.

"I think I'm going to vomit rainbows," Bellatrix muttered with the sweet scene unfolding before her.

After the scene, everyone sat down and conversed while eating.

"Ready for Hogwarts?" Cutting a piece of beef with his knife, Arcturus asked, putting the meat in his mouth with the fork.

"Yes, I've personally ordered my custom wand from Lord Gregorovitch. It should be delivered one day before Hogwarts. As for other things, everything's ready, just need to pack," Asterion said, taking a sip of wine from his glass. He had kind of gotten a bit addicted to alcoholic beverages, although none could really make him drunk; they just served to satisfy his palate.Entendido, aqui está a versão revisada e traduzida do texto:

"Knowing that Asterion was going to Hogwarts, Narcissa felt disheartened. He had just returned from a three-month absence, and now he would be spending half the year at Hogwarts, although he could return during summer break and Christmas. But for her, who loved being by his side, it was a cruel torture.

"Cissy, you should be worried; we don't know how many girls will want to suck him~" Bellatrix, seeing her sister's despondent look, didn't hold back and said wickedly, causing everyone at the table to look at her with a helpless gaze.

The image of Bellatrix's words appeared in Narcissa's mind, causing her to viciously stab the fork into the meat on her plate, resulting in a sound of something breaking.

"I don't think that's going to happen, Bella. I'll be in a school for learning." Seeing things gradually slipping out of control, Asterion spoke calmly as he wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin."

"Do you know anything interesting about Hogwarts, Master? Because of the life-threatening missions, the stress at Hogwarts is quite high. Imagine sixteen-year-olds stressed with near-death experiences and full of hormones. Believe me when I say that the exaggerated number of broom closets at Hogwarts serves a very special purpose. Rowena Ravenclaw, as smart as ever, hehehe~" Bellatrix opened her mouth and put the piece of meat in it, then licked her lips sensually. Her green eyes provocatively glanced at Narcissa, who ate in silence.

Bellatrix knew her sister; Narcissa had always been possessive since childhood. She never gave anything to others; everything that was hers was hers and no one else's. Asterion was considered hers and no one else's, even if she didn't love him romantically, he was hers.

Bella felt a little pity for her master's future wife, but only for a moment. She would delight in watching the battle that would ensue between the future Lady Black and Narcissa Black.

Perhaps noticing her eyes, Asterion gave her a stern look and continued eating in silence.

Seeing things getting even more chaotic, Arcturus sighed and showed a bitter look in his black eyes. This house hadn't been quiet for long since everyone arrived; Bellatrix and Narcissa always fought over the smallest things, especially with Bellatrix knowing how to push all of Narcissa's buttons, leaving her angry at all times.

"That's enough from both of you; eat your food in silence. You two look like two quarrelsome animals. Asterion, come to my office before going to bed." Tapping his fork on the table, Arcturus spoke in a grave and powerful tone, looking at his grandnieces.

Narcissa glared furiously at Bellatrix, who only smiled, showing her impeccably white teeth as she played with the fork with her fingers.

-

At night, Asterion stood beside Arcturus as they descended a spiral staircase of stones that delved deeper into the underground with each step. The path was illuminated by a Lumos spell cast from the tip of Arcturus's wand.

After descending for another five minutes, Asterion, who was becoming surprised by the depth they had reached, finally saw the end of the stairs, which led to a long corridor completely shrouded in darkness.

Fortunately, Arcturus was still using Lumos to illuminate the surroundings as they both silently walked through the long corridor made of stones that seemed particularly ancient.

At the end of the corridor, Asterion was met by a metal door with a pentagram written in blood and runes that he didn't even recognize, but identified as ancient runes.

"Make a cut on your hand and touch the pentagram." After gazing at the door for a moment, Arcturus turned to look at his great-grandson.

Although surprised by the request, he obeyed the order and cut his hand with a dagger handed to him by Arcturus. With blood still dripping from the wound, he touched the door.

As his blood made contact with the pentagram, it came to life, illuminating all the runes, and the sound of the door unlocking echoed instantly.

Arcturus opened the door, and Asterion followed him, still confused by the entire situation.

"Asterion, have you ever wondered what happens to the cursed spirits we exorcise in life when we finally die?" In an environment of stone illuminated by torches burning in red flames, Arcturus asked with a cold and indifferent voice.

In the center of the stone room, a huge red pentagram, similar to the flickering flames around it, appeared especially malevolent, especially with the black coffin in the center of the pentagram.

Asterion pondered before responding with an equally cold voice. "Yes, the conclusion I've reached is that they are released after our deaths."

"To prevent the chaos that would ensue every time a member of the House of Black died, our ancestor created the exorcism ritual, a ritual that used one's own blood to self-exorcise, burning away your soul, body, and mind." Arcturus looked at his great-grandson with appreciation in his eyes and answered, looking at the coffin that would be his final resting place.

Asterion remained silent, knowing the final outcome of this conversation.

"I am dying, Asterion. My body no longer responds as it should, my mind is foggy, and my senses are slow. I would say I have less than a year until my whole body becomes a leprous and mangy vessel, decaying with a putrid smell. But before that, I will take my own life."

Asterion felt as if someone were crushing his heart. The man he respected and loved was about to depart, and he could do nothing but witness it all as an irrelevant spectator.

Gently touching Asterion's hair, Arcturus spoke with a relaxed tone, full of relief. "I know what you're feeling right now, Asterion. I have lost loved ones, more than once, and this pain does not go away. Time does not dilute this bitterness and pain you feel at this moment, but you learn to live with it. I learned, and you will eventually learn too, because you are strong, because you are a Black."

 

"My only regret is not seeing you getting married and having children. A house full of kids running around is a beautiful sight." Looking into Asterion's eyes, Arcturus smiled and tousled his hair with a sad yet relieved expression.

After a long silence, Asterion looked at his great-grandfather and asked, "Why were you telling me this?"

"Because if I can't make it down here, you'll have to carry me and put my body in the coffin," Arcturus replied, looking at the coffin in the center of the pentagram.

"You're cruel." Showing a sad and bitter smile, Asterion looked at Arcturus with resentment.

The man was asking to be killed!

"I know, but I know you'll do it," he finished as he walked out of the stone room, leaving Asterion with a grim and cold expression.

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Author's Thoughts: 2700 words, much more than I planned. Did you like the chapter? Poor Asterion, deflowered by his crazy cousin, although I think some of you were jealous...

Arcturus is dying, which isn't surprising if you knew his original fate.

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