Harry-Potter, These two words are those words that each magic fanatic teen knows either through novels or movies. 

Austin Evans was like one these magic fanatic teens in his high school. He liked to read novels, mangas, animes, movies etc. anything that relates to magic.

Born in very rich family of businessmen, his family spoiled him very much, even more after death of his mother during his young age. His father would always be busy in work related to business, and even travel time to time, other places for works, meetings etc. So he was unable to spend his time with Austin. But he always fulfilled any wishes or needs Austin have, and provided large amount of money to him for spend on thongs he liked.

Before High School, Austin was like any other rich spoiled kid out in world, but in high school after he made few new friends who were what we call OTAKU, he started become like them. He even started to bunk classes later on to watch movies or anime series. One thing that fascinated him more in these things was Magic.

He searched and read every novels, books, journals related to magic daily. He became one of biggest fan of Harry Potter series after watching its movie series. Then he started to purchase everything is related to Harry Pitter series like Wands, Books, Brooms, Dressesetc. He always read few chapters of Harry Potter Novel series before sleeping, once it ends then he again start it from beginning.

Last night was like any other nights except few things that happens after reading the few death part of story, that was crying. Last night he cried and slept after reading the death of Fred, one of the Prankster Twins in the Battle of Hogwarts to find out Next Morning he wasn't in his previous world but in Potter-Verse and in train that left for Hogwarts - Hogwart Express.

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Austin Evans got transmigrated into the world of Harry-Potter unexpectedly with a system, while sleeping after reading Harry Potter last night.

He used to be what people say one of the POTTER-HEADS. He was in his late teens and one of the biggest fans of Harry Potter Series. What he liked most in the series either in movie or in novel was Magic, Wands etc. He also used to like to read other novels related to Wizard, Sorcerers, Spell-Casters etc.

So how will he change story and by how much??

What will the effects of changing the story??

Will he be in shadows or rise up openly??

Watch his journey to become most powerfull wizard in different novel universes.




This is just a fan written fiction about his favourite novel. I don't own any of characters accept mine in this series, originals belong to JK Rowling.

Actually, The System Design in this novel has, been picked up from another fan-fic on webnovel known as Wizardary system with little modification. If the writer of the that novel have any problem regarding me copying his idea then he/she can mail me i will remove the ideas I had taken from that novel.The Wizardary System is quite good fanfic, in fact it was one of my favourites fanfics about harry-potter but the MC started to behave like an little kid later on along with other characters so it dropped few ranks in my list of fanfics, If my character goes like that in future please remind me.

And about Cover of the Novel, i got it from google if anybody have any problems with it, you can either comment on the novel or mail me on: 

shauryasingh67559@yahoo.com

"Argh! I… kill them I'LL… Argh! Kill them!"

Inside a crater of over two kilometers in diameter, the formerly cloaked woman struggled in pain and ashen countenance on three limbs, as the left side of her torso was messed.

Caught off guard by the last mist attack, her clothes were mostly obliterated, leaving her half naked, bleeding nonstop and, now at the aftermath, striving to better her posture.

"Darvaj- Argh! Darvajka, help me, DARVAJKA!" Her communication device apparently broke in the fight. Mist energy amplifying her voice and rage suppressing the pain, she yelled and let loose a wave of flames that rose to the night sky.

"Where? Argh! Where, dammit, is it?!" Her vision was blurry. With her one working hand she searched her left hand and on the ground, to no avail. "Where is my ring?!" Although she could not find it, she was nonetheless relieved that she never loosened the grip on her scythe after being blown away.

"Cattelin!" A voice descended from above the crater, belonged to a cloaked humanoid figure.

"Darvajka, argh! Help me, I lost my ring!" Cattelin, the formerly cloaked woman, groaned.

"Tsk!" Darvajka, her counterpart, clucked his tongue. He removes the hood of his cloak off of his head, revealing a bald, bluish head with gills at his neck, slanted eyes and razor sharp teeth. "Wait".

In a blink of an eye, Darvajka reached Cattelin's side. With one arm supporting her, in the other he already hold and brought to her mouth a small pill.

"Let the pill's medicinal properties do their job. I'll bandage your injuries". He said, forcing himself to stay calm.

After couple of minutes of rest, where the pill miraculously mended eighty percent of Cattelin's internal injuries, she finally gathered enough energy to regain her sensibility and clean motor control on her body.

"I'll give you my second pill to completely heal the damage in the left side of your body in twenty hours. By then, nothing from the first pill would remain in your system". Darvajka said. Covering her with a cloak he retrieved from his spatial ring and helping her up.

"I know". Cattelin murmured, no longer being a whimsy woman.

Gauging her condition, physically and mentally, and surveying the surrounding, Darvajka said in a cold tone. "What happened? I told you not to take risks until I return. How did you end up like this? And where is your ring?!"

Recalling all that happened, the shame of being struck so viciously by a weakling and now being berated by Darvajka, Cattelin's temper heated up again. "I… I… I was careless". She had to confess due to the importance of their task, and so she recited the chain of events.

Listening quietly until she finished speaking, Darvajka frowned, though it was hard to notice with him being hairless. "We must locate your ring. If you dropped it at the scene of the battle then the situation still might be salvageable. But if they picked it up…"

"I can go! Let's head there this instant! And, Darvajka, I gave you time to break through the Martial Mortal realm in the midst of the task, you owe me! No matter what, that sly Musclehead and cowardly cat, you must find them for me". She said, grinding her teeth in resentment. "I'll butcher the both of them!"

…

First thing he experienced was at the instant of opening his eyes and staring at the earthly ceiling above his head, that is, a mind splitting headache.

His second odd experience was in his mouth, on his taste buds, a rusty flavor that was all too familiar, blood.

Moving was intolerable, but he could not stay laying, either. So he forced himself up, thereupon becoming aware of all the bandages wrapped around his body and the imbalance of missing his right arm up to the shoulder.

"You are awake!" A slight echo of a concerned voice traveled to Zax's ears. A tall woman, apparently about his height, with an oval face, long red hair and green cat eyes rushed to his side.

"Shouva", Zax recognized by the voice and the feline features on the human face, despite it being his first time seeing it.

Placing a hand on his back for him to lean on, in case he will lose the strength to stay up, was the most that Shouva felt herself capable of doing without letting shame resurface. Zax, to save her and her father, took upon him to safeguard their retreat against an opponent that now left him severely injured and even disabled.

Zax sensed the gloomy atmosphere, but his mind has yet become clear. Unlike Shouva, his injuries and lack of a right arm were nothing more than a temporary inconvenience. He had been through worse and healed. Physically, his sole problem at the moment was the absence of unripe Blood Red Grapes to nourish his vitality for fast recovery. He could tell that under the bandages his open wounds were patched and smeared with medicinal something, however that "something" did not seem to be of use to his needs.

By relying on his own healing abilities, for anything other than his right arm he will need a night or two of rest. To fully restore his arm… less than two weeks, maybe, would suffice. But if he will proceed with the trials' assignment and further exhaust himself… a month, if he is lucky.

"Where are Fengar and Vouvik?" Zax asked.

He was not in the mood for reassuring Shouva that he is alright and that she should not blame herself. That much she will understand on her own, now that he exposed his true strength and there was one less secret to tell.

"Oh, that's right! I'll go tell them that you are up". Shouva hastily said. She slowly released her hold of Zax's back and went back up the torch lighted cavern that they were stationed in.

Moment later…

"Zax…" Fengar arrived with a complicated look on his face.

"Fortunately. I was afraid that our medicament would not affect your physique". Vouvik followed after in his human form that shared resemblance to his daughter's, although masculine. He was still taller than Zax by about a head and had two protrusions on his forehead.

"It wouldn't". Zax said straightforwardly. "Not much, at least, but thanks anyway". There was no point in keeping pretense if the two could help him find a consumable source of vitality, like the unripe Blood Red Grapes, or something close enough.

Both grimaced, seemingly in anger and grief.

"Don't, Zax, you mustn't thank us". Fengar said, discarding the "Greenhorn" label he used to call him with. He felt sufficient shame already. "If it weren't for the risk you took, we will all probably have died. The opponent you fought… she wasn't a mere cultivator. As we assumed in Sifon tribe, the five powers are involved with the sudden murders and she was an agent of the Golden Desert Fort".

"The Golden Desert Fort?!" Zax was aghast. Involvement with the five powers was the last thing he wanted, but he could not turn his back to Vouvik's and Shouva's peril and now he cannot even lay low.

Vouvik glanced at Fengar and the former pulled out a bronze ring from his utility belt and threw it to Zax.

"When Fengar picked you up, he found it on the ground. It is the cloaked woman's spatial ring. While you were unconscious we skimmed through it and discovered the origin of the woman as well as the reason behind the murders". Vouvik explained. "We did not, however, take anything out of the spatial ring". He added so there would not be a misunderstanding.

Fengar also pitched in. "Zax, you don't have a spatial ring. Spatial rings are very rare even to Peak Core Masters. As the one who fought off the cloaked woman, you should have her spatial ring and its content".

Zax realized the two's meaning and knew that it was not their way of thanking or apologizing to him. Being the one responsible for making Cattelin lose her spatial ring made it his own fortune.

He unceremoniously put the ring on his finger – later he will keep it hidden in his utility belt. It was restricted by a soul seal, Vouvik's, a he was the last to use it. Zax shattered the seal with his soul energy and proceeded to channel it with accordance to the Restriction formation inside the ring.

After a short breath, a new seal was erected. From what Fengar taught him in their travel to the Sifon tribe, if someone will break it he would be able to sense it along with losing the spiritual connection to the ring, which alerts of its whereabouts.

Examining the space in the ring was gave a similar sensation to inputting his consciousness in Laivien's violet stone. Inside was a void that could not sustain the living, be they human, beasts, vegetation or anything else. The space was a ten meters height and width cube. Inside were a number of objects. Data chips, journals, two pills of some sort, a Peak second realm Pure Core and about one hundred thousand Splinters.

'So I ended up paying with my arm for more than my life…' Zax heaved a deep sigh.

Initially he was overwhelmed by the astonishing amount of Splinters. After selling his near Peak second realm Pure Core he only earned a trifling seven thousand Splinters. Now, not only he had an actual Peak second realm Pure Core, he also obtained over fourteen times his savings!

Following the Splinters' count, Zax observed the rest of the stuff. The several data chips were at the size of a human's nail and he had no idea to what device they belong or for what purpose. He also ignored the pills, since he was oblivious to their medicinal effect. Last were the journals. Zax summoned them out with his soul energy, before examining their content.

Seeing the small pile of seven journals, all three appeared to have guessed that Zax finished covering the content of the spatial ring.

"There was also the Golden Desert Fort's insignia, but I had to destroy it so it would not be used to detect our movement". Fengar said.

"The journals belonged to the murdered brokers. They hold all kind on notes. Anything regarding the High Rankers' trials and the assignment is mentioned briefly in the last pages of each journal. The important intelligence is encrypted in the data chips. Of all eight, Shouva managed to partly decipher the information recorded in only two". Vouvik expound.

"What we discussed, father…" Shouva interrupted, motioning for him with her eyes to be considerate.

"I know". Vouvik said and next to him Fengar lowered his gaze to the ground and went to sit by the cavern's wall. "Zax, the three of us have decided… This time's assignment is too dangerous for us to take on. We thought about it and reached the conclusion that we should forfeit and participate in the next trials". As he saw Zax about to comment, he continued to say. "Yes, some of the reasoning is your condition. But, the fact is that the matter that attracted the attention of, at least, one of the five powers, and most likely was planned all along by the Mercenary Association, is a too serious issue for us to get involved with as well".

Rubbing the pain off of his head, Zax disapprovingly stared at Vouvik and then averted his gaze to the fidgeted Fengar who stayed far from the conversation.

"Let me stop you there, Vouvik". Zax dismissed any notion of a junior's decorum from his tone. Not in an attempt to be mean or discontent with the three. He was still thankful that they accepted him to their party and for the good way they treated him, but at the moment he just wanted to cut short the misinterpretation they had of him.

"From the fight with that woman, you all should be able to tell that I'm a bodily cultivator. Moreover, my cultivation technique isn't simple. With it even growing a new arm isn't impossible. But for it to be an easy process for me I require sources of vitality". In his narration, Zax indirectly inquired the three's knowledge for something that could help him, all the while shocking them with the statement he made for his cultivation technique.

Full ten second passed before they could satiate their astonishment. Although bodily cultivation techniques were rare in Ercas Mir, they were also inferior to above average mist cultivation techniques, which created a lack of interest from the general cultivators' public. Conversely, bodily cultivation techniques that managed to surpass the norm by having certain uniqueness, such as growing back severed limbs, were extremely sought after.

Repressing the desire to inquire about his cultivation technique and moving on… The three were not stupid, not to mention that helping Zax was a given whether he asked or not.

"In clans and cities there are many consumables that generate vitality. Pills, herbs, fruits and meat… qualities vary, but prices are negotiable. If we will return-"

"Good". Zax said immediately, not letting Vouvik finish. "That matter aside, the journals and data chips, can you teach me how to use them and finally tell me what you discovered from them that made you flustered?"

Resigning from the assignment was a choice Zax was willing to comply with. It might implicate Xinia's status for picking him as the Sensensar family's envoy and he will feel bad for it, but with a good enough reason behind this choice he had to be reasonable.

Thus, as Zax looked for his clothes and noticed that was currently left of his upper garments was tattered fabric, thrown right next to him, he was also deeply curious on how much reasonable the information salvaged from the data chips was.

Catastrophe occurs. Humanity and beasts escape to a world beneath the earth. Discoveries are made and humans and beasts transcends. Years pass… Wars shape the territories and sovereign forces in the new world, below the earth. In this world where the strong is dominant, a boy with great potential and aspirations for strength is born. Will this boy strive and achieve his dreams? Or will he be crushed by the callous Martial world?

Ray POV
Over the next two months I worked my ass off making sure that this whole organisation would run with or without my supervision and that everyone on the streets or under them would fear the name Big D.

The organization quickly garned the name 'The Whisperors'. I recruited neighborhood kids block-by-block until I covered the entirety of the Glades. I soon realised that everybody wants something different. While there were those that sympathized with their family situations and therefore wanted to earn extra money to help out at home or just kids that wanted protection and food in their bellies, to me it didn't matter. The whole thing was set up perfectly.

While it may sound simple I did put in quite a bit of work. After recruiting the kids that I tasked with simple tasks. Watch and listen, nothing else. My strategy was to simply have kids everywhere listen and pay attention to their surroundings. Nothing difficult about that. I had to make it simple since they are kids after all.

Once they aquirred information no matter how small they would take it to the teenagers in charge of the block who would then sift through the information for credible Intel. Like what time shops open and close. Who's sleeping with who. Where people eat and fuck. All these tidbits of info would then be written down into journals updated weekly. And documented by date and Time.

To get the information was a bit trickier. First thing I had to do was anonymously hire various Milkmen and postman. I also had to devise a code as well as a corresponding code book. The delivery man would then receive a new code book every week in the mail which was an actual fact just different variations of my original code. These codes or markers would be left either on their trucks near their homes or at work or even bathroom stalls. They would then decode the message and find out where and when the dead drop of the journal with the information would be.

 After picking up the journal they would then deliver it to the specified location. Which would always be a different household on their route. And the beauty of it was that they all thought they were the only people doing this. 

The next phase was harder. I had to actually put in some work. I started taking out gangs in the Glades that would undoubtedly impede my progress in the future. People that sold info, drug dealers that used kids, human traffickers and rapist cops and black market fencers . Everyone knew who these people were but nobody ever did anything about it. That is until a some crazy guy named Big D came along and started cleaning shit up.

To get my name out there I always left a, calling card. It was a simple steel card with a purple eggplant on it that read Big D. (JK) The card was black colored steel with a purple thorned rose with droplets of blood on the thorns. I would leave these cards whenever I killed my targets. Right next to the card there would be a letter dipicting their sins. The letter would have a black rose water mark as the background to represent death signed at the end would be the name Big D. 

These letters would later be a death notice that would be sent out to let everyone know who had got on the bad side of the organization. This would serve as a warning to those who would appose or try to assist said individual or group. 

After doing all this and making a name for myself I sent out letters to all the heavy hitters in underground world of Starling City stating that we would be selling information on everyone and everything in town for a price. The letter was then sealed in an envelope with a wax purple rose seal. 

The way things would work is that people would request information through coded dead drops throughout the city. Which would be seen by my people. They would relay the information and sift through the journals to find it then proceed to dead drop it. Payment would then be made to a bank account in Panama and rerouted through various account and end in up in my Swiss accounts. I had ten live accounts under different aliases.  Courtesy of Miss P's second lesson. 

The information would also have a clause if it had to do with robbery or BnE. That stated that after the job they had to use George if they wanted to fence anything. And with Big D's reputation and information network, nobody wanted to fuck with George. 

This in turn got George to high places even rubbing shoulders with Starling Cities elites every once in a while. He however had constant reminders of who was in charge. Thanks once again to Miss P I was able to keep George in check by simply playing mind games. I would get different people every now and from all over the city to deliver messages to him. Like last week his barber told him to check his shoe when he got home. And when George got home he found a message imbedded in his shoe. According to Miss P this would create the illusion that you knew and saw everything the target would be doing. Which had the underlying message of 'I can kill you anywhere anytime. Your only breathing because I allow you to'. This proved exceptionally well on people of the underworld.

I also devised membership levels that would determine the level of information you were allowed to purchase. There were 10 Levels with 1 being the highest. Only 15 people in the whole city had level 1 access. Which meant you could buy info on just about anything and anyone. 

Thus the foundation was built. And a sturdy foundation it was. I even had city officials and the police department asking for information to help in either their personal lives or crime scenes. But we had three iron clad rules.

-Never disclose who bought information or what info they bought.
-Never sell information that would negatively affect the populace.(Things like Milatary Grade weapon travel routes and locations. Dangerous shit that could kill thousands of people if in the wrong hands) 
-Membership levels were iron clad.

Now then I had my base. It was time to turn my attention to the real enemies.

life is often unsatifactory. Here i write my story of how i got the oppurtunity to grab life by the balls

Diclaimer
I only own my own characters everything else is owned by DC and CW respectively

I am of the Anti-Harem Sect
English is not my ntive tongue but i think im pretty good.

Enjoy the story or dont. Shoutout to all the authors who inspiered me to try this. Somenonebody, TomVanDyke, Daoist_Over_God,DemonicPanda,Soulcrystal and godfreyngsze. PinkBunny i also thank you for your part in introducing me to 'Les than Zero'

In a realm as vast as ours, on the planet Bazi, due to overpopulation and rising problems such as providing healthcare to food shortages and diminishing resources, humanity was forced to bind together and look at their only solution.. travel beyond the confines of their home planet. With the wide pool of talents from the vast population, technology advanced at a rapid rate. After 15 years of research, they finally they had a breakthrough in space travel enabling them to move a sizable group to establish a base on their neighbouring plant Natsur. Humanity had taken their first steps into the wide cosmos to explore the wonders and exploit the resources it holds. It started with the plans for  colonization of their sister planet, despite all their research and theories, the harsh conditions of the planet ravaged with different weather conditions, radiation foreign to their native home caused countless challenges to them, ranging from illnesses to mutations. They were halted at their very first step. 

 Man as a relentless species braved this new challenge, taking steps ranging from the ethical and technological advances, then the unethical which included experimentation on their fellow brothers and sisters, all in the name of advancement. Through trial and error, years passed and finally a doctor named Latian, conscripted by the world government for her brilliant mind even among her fellow coworkers, came upon a substance on the planet Natsur while on an exploration trip outside their base, the substance was size of a fist, had the elasticity of a rubber band yet with the appearance of clear glass; her curiosity peaked and after experimenting she discovered that after the substance has been exposed to temperatures of 2800°c it transform into light particles, and these particles can pass through solid objects.

 These particles drifted towards Dr. Latian and as she was mesmerized by the beauty of the particles, she didn't react in time to the foreign substances that invaded her pors. Woken by the intense pain that coursed through her veins, howls of agony were heard through her lab alerting her fellow researchers as they rushed in, only to see the doctor wriggling on the floor with eyes rolled to the back and veins expanded showing every direction her blood flowed with pigments of sand like lights. After being shocked for what felt like minutes they finally rushed her to an emergency room in the facility. Despite their attempts to settle Latian down she was showing abnormal strength that prevented the doctors from approaching her, Dr. #1 "Strap her down!!! she is experiencing seizures, heart rate are at abnormal levels, good Lord how is this possible?! we can't piece her skin!!" Dr. #2 "her heart rate is off the charts, how is she still alive, at this rate her heart might explode!! hold on she is going into cardiac arrest!!! Get me a defibrillator asap!!" Latian while still experiencing the seizures and convulsions suddenly fell limp, Nurse #1"Got it!" Dr. #1 "Give me 200v!" (volts) Nurse #1 "Clear!" *zhun*, Dr. #1 "her heart's still not responding, charge it again!!" Nurse #1 "Clear!" *zhun* Dr. #1 "still nothing! increase the voltage to 500v!" Nurse #1 "Clear!!" *zhun* Dr. #1 "still nothing?!" Dr. #1 "increase the voltage to 1000v!" Then suddenly Dr. #2 puts a hand on Dr. #1s shoulder and shook his head "she's lost all signs of life doctor, I've never seen anything like this before *sigh*" Dr. #1 "I know, the strength she had, it was far stronger than mine and I regularly workout to keep healthy on this God forsaken planet" Dr. #2 "well we need to report this to the  higher ups, they'll handle this". On that day humanity lost one of their greatest minds. 

 Days after her death, doctors and scientists found particles of the substance Dr. Latian experimented with mostly focused on her brain, the discovered that these same particles were found on those that mutated in the past. This was a breakthrough in their research and in honour of that, they named the substance Latian particles. Ever since then, going through the video journals of Dr. Latian the reworked what happened but on a much smaller scale, through countless experiments they discovered Latian particles effects the brain on a molecular level and evolves it while improving the bodies constitution which allows greater strength. This started the age of the Latian era.

In a realm where man has reigned supreme for countless eons, braved and conquered timeless tribulations. In their arrogance they believed they reigned mighty above all, unaware of the ones above. 
Watch as Jacob, born into the house of Issac in the lower realms with memories from previous lifetimes fights in a bid to rise to the top.

With trembling hands, Shin carefully held the golden stone tablet close to his chest. Everything that he had been training for the past three years had boiled down to this moment. Truth to be told, when he was forced into the path of the healer, the boy felt nothing of it. He was insanely talented, and from young, everything came to him with ease. Following the instructions of those above him, Shin had always accomplished the tasks that were bestowed unto him. If one were to compare him with an object, he would be a lone leaf following the flow of the river. Wherever the currents took him, Shin would go.

Be it training in hand-to-hand combat or learning educational materials from the headmistress, Shin had always gone with the flow. There wasn't anything wrong with him, it was just his inherent personality. Shin didn't like to put too much effort into thinking about how he lived his life. As long as he was happy and his loved ones were safe, he didn't care much about his future.

However, for the first time ever, he was at a major crossroad. Should he follow down the path laid down by his Master, he would become a healer and trying to divert to a different route in future would prove immensely onerous. Although he had no attachments to the life of a fighter, he could not help but wonder if the path of a healer was the right choice for him.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the hesitation in the eyes of her disciple, Lady Seph concernedly asked Shin.

"It's nothing… I'm just wondering if the path of the healer is the right one for me..."

Typically, the young boy would not share his buried feelings with others. However, today was special. Just yesterday, a flood of emotions had overwhelmed him, and it nearly cost his life. Furthermore, the blonde woman, who had guided him all these years, was no stranger to Shin. In the three years, he had interacted with Lady Seph, there were times where he wondered if he weren't an orphan, would he communicate with his own biological grandmother like how he treated Lady Seph.

"Shin… Are you having second thoughts about this path?"

"No! Not at all! Everything that I have been doing over the past three years was so that I could become a healer. I just didn't expect it to come this fast..."

Adamantly denying his Master's claim, Shin violently shook his head left and right. However, in his eyes, Lady Seph could sense a tinge of anxiety and uncertainty. Over the years, Shin had slowly morphed from a prepubescent boy into a young teen that had shed all of his baby fat. Shin's long silky black hair that covered his ears had given him a sense of mystique that made him look more mature than his age suggests. However, no matter how hard she looked, all Lady Seph saw was the young snot-nosed brat that barged into her clinic that fateful day.

"It's alright, many people feel this way before they start an uncertain route. But let me tell you something, Shin..."

Bringing her thin hands upwards, Lady Seph found the crown of her disciple's head. With a tender touch, the elderly woman lovingly stroked the young teen's hair.

"Who said that you will only be a healer?"

"Huh?"

Shin had been living the past three years, desperately reading medical journals, studying the human body, dissecting dead animals, all under the assumption that he was going to enter the path of the healer. He learnt how to clean wounds and which medicines are best for treating diseases. Everything under the sun was subject to his studies. Yet, now his Master was telling him he wouldn't only be a healer.

"Don't get me wrong, your main profession will still be a healer… However, there has always been this old expression. Never put all your eggs in one basket. I don't want you to become just a boring old doctor that only knows how to mend broken bones. Why do you think I let Junius train you every morning in martial arts?"

"What do you mean?"

"Shin. Let me paint this scenario for you. When you are on the battlefield, which I'm pretty sure you will be in your lifetime, do you think the enemy would sit there and let you resurrect your fallen allies?"

"No..."

"Exactly! So you must be able to fend off enemies for yourself! That's why Junius taught you martial arts, that's why I taught you how to make the paralysing drug in your second gourd!"

Looking down at his waist, Shin gently caressed the two gourds that had been gifted to him a few years back. Initially, he had no idea why Lady Seph was so particular when it came to those two gourds. However, after hearing his Master explain herself, he was starting to get the gist of the situation. 

"As a healer, your head is the second most coveted prize, next to the commanders. That's why even I have learnt some spiritual abilities that immobilise all my opponents. After all, you can't heal if you aren't alive..."

"I see..."

Realising the point that Lady Seph was trying to make, Shin felt enlightened. 

"So there's no need to worry, Shin. The path of the healer is righteous and fulfilling. Imagine one day, if your loved ones were severely injured, as you know, every second count. Instead of dragging their dying bodies to a nearby quack, wouldn't you want to be the one who personally administers their healing?"

When Lady Seph said those words, Shin's mind was instantaneously brought back to the day where Junius got injured in the forest at Frie Mountain. His body trembled as he recalled the despair he felt. Cupping his elbows together, Shin began to wonder, if he was a healer back then, could he had prevented Junius from going through the pain of losing his ability to walk. 

For some reason, after the image of Junius being injured emerged, another particular figure came up. An amazonian-like girl, who boasted perfect proportions for someone of her age, appeared in Shin's subconscious. Her gorgeous scarlet hair that flowed to her hourglass waist and ruddy freckles would turn any heads if she were walking down a street. Although she had way more defined muscles than an average girl, her spongy baby fat still covered her entire body, making her look harmless. 

Shin didn't know why the image of the girl that visited him every month popped up in his head at this moment. Shaking his head, Shin's healthy complexion turned as red as a tomato as he pushed out the thought that he had.

"Shin, never underestimate the abilities of the healer. Not to mention, it is a highly desirable profession. People would bend over backwards to purchase your services."

Finally, Lady Seph gently grasped Shin's two hands, which were still holding on to the hereditary opuscule and said:

"Don't worry child… It's the right path for you. I know your character. You are a kind-hearted and noble soul that loves his closest kin. There's no way you are suited for the path of a warrior. You would much rather protect the ones you love most."

Shin felt his consciousness shudder as his eyes met his Master's. Every word that she said had pierced into his fragile heart. He felt as if the woman was able to read the deepest parts of his mind that even he didn't know existed.

"Alright..."

Affirming his decision, Shin closed his eyes and circulated his mana. The Sovereign Koi, which had been dormant until now, materialised into the world while eagerly flapping all of its fins as if it was aware of what was about to happen. A bright cerulean light enveloped the boy like a casing as Shin directed his mana into the golden stone tablet that he was holding.

Unlike her usual repugnant self, Lady Seph wore a tender smile as her hands lit up with a golden light. Transferring a little bit of mana over to her disciple, she kick-started the initiation process of learning the ability. 

"Good luck, Shin..."

Now, everything was all on the prodigious disciple. For learning a new spiritual ability, there was not really much she could do to help Shin. However, she had no doubt that the young teen would perfectly master 'Heal.' She was even eager to see what would Shin's interpretation of the ability be. But for now, all she could do is kick back, relax and witness the birth of the youngest ever healer in history.



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While Lady Seph was enjoying her tea in the material world, Shin felt a cold and bitter darkness encroaching on his body. Sharply opening his 'eyes,' the young teen observed his surroundings. To his surprise, the ever so familiar office had disappeared. The strong and sturdy wooden desk, the cushioned seats that aided in his daily recoveries and finally, his Master and her pet. They were all gone. Moving his 'body' around, Shin tried to get his bearings and figure out where he was. However, all he saw was darkness.

"Wait a second… This is awfully similar to the time I awakened my Spirit!"

Remembering the Day of Spirits, when he first entered his spiritual body, Shin finally realised where he was. An icy cold crawled up his skin as Shin felt the hairs on his 'body' all stand up. It was a similar experience he had when the Shrine Maiden removed her spiritual energy from him. However, unlike the last time, Shin had an abundance of mana stacked inside of him. 

"Phew, that was close… Now, what must I do..."

As the cerulean light descended on his 'body,' Shin was protected from the cold; but now, he was unsure of how to proceed. When he sent his mana into the hereditary opuscule, Shin vaguely saw the intricate runes light up, and before he knew it, he was already sent into his spiritual body.

"How do people even enter their spiritual bodies in the first place? When I return, I must ask Master..."

Although he was curious about the mysteries surrounding the spiritual body, he had to put them on hold as he had to focus on the task at hand. 

"Since I had to find my Spirit during my spiritual awakening ceremony, for learning a second spiritual ability must I do the same?"

Sensing his connection to The Sovereign Koi, Shin attempted to summon his Spirit. Surprisingly, the cute little cerulean Koi compiled and appeared right in front of the youth, stunning him in the process.

"Wait, if you're here, what am I supposed to do?"

Wagging its tail like an excited puppy, The Sovereign Koi pointed its head to the right of the boy, as if telling him that what his sought was in that direction. 

"Ah, what the hell..."

Seeing that that was nothing else he could do, Shin heeded his Spirit's advice and promptly made his way right. His spiritual body was like an endless road led to nowhere. Everywhere he went, he was surrounded by eternal darkness that didn't seem to change. In here, Shin would never tire, but he would also not know how far he had to travel. As he traversed an unfathomable amount of ground, the young boy was starting to doubt the authenticity of his Spirit's instructions.

Just as he was about to give up, from a distance, a huge oceanic blue light could be seen. 

"Finally!"

Kicking off from the ground, Shin felt his 'body' propel forward at a speed that was unimaginable in the material realm. It did not take long but eventually…

"What the hell?!"

Shin was greeted by a familiar sight. A vast lake that had neither currents nor waves had appeared in his spiritual body. In fact, compared to the last time he was here, the lake had expanded to over ten times its initial size. Before he could mouth out a single word, a golden light shone at the centre of the lake, as if beckoning for visitors to come. The Sovereign Koi agitatedly spun around in circles and levitated towards the golden light. 

As he was contemplating on the best way to cross the lake to get to follow the cute little Koi, Shin felt a pat on his back, pushing him from the shore and into the lake. Amazingly, instead of falling down and getting drenched, Shin was still standing upright as if he were on land. Turns out, in his spiritual body, he was able to walk on water!

"Hahaha! I'm a magician!"

Every time he stepped on the liquid surface, soft ripples spread out from the point of contact disrupting the calm, unperturbed waters of the lake. Before he got carried away, Shin brought his focus back unto the matter at hand. Chasing the cerulean Koi, the young teen slowly but surely edged closer to the radiant golden light in the middle of the lake.

Over a million years ago, the first human contracted with the first Spirit. Ever since then, Spirit use has become commonplace. Humans used Spirits to carry items and start fires. Eventually, even start wars. Thousands upon thousands of years past and one day, one human did the impossible. He transcended his mortality and ascended to the realm above.  

In the present day, the Frie Clan was once a great clan of the Himmel empire. However, a devastating battle ten years ago crippled the clan and their numbers dwindled. To make up for their loss, the upper echelons decided to adopt young orphans and nurture them to become a future pillar of the weakened clan. Shin was one of those orphans. 

Although picked up by the Frie Clan, not all is smooth sailing for Shin and the other orphans...
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15 - This is the Advantage of Being a Woman
When Mia returned to Baiyi's side, he was already halfway through the books that he borrowed. He even had a few discussions about the content of the books with the rest of the Voidwalkers while he was waiting for her. There were a few books that he had returned because they were too outdated. Basically, there were no new information in there that could satisfy his need so all he could do was hope that the journals had more up to date information.
"I'm sorry for returning so late, " Mia apologized as soon as she returned while passing the notes that she had copied from the journals to Baiyi. Because it was inconvenient to talk, she did not mention her encounters on the second floor earlier.
"Good job, Mia! Are you hungry? Let's have dinner first." Taking over the journal, Baiyi had no intention to scold Mia at all. He was an extremely patient person and he owed that to the thousand of years he was imprisoned in the Void.
On the way back, Mia seemed to be very cheerful as if all of her burdens had been lifted. Unlike usually when she would tentatively hold on to Baiyi's hands, this time she assertively grabbed Baiyi's arm that was made of aged bull's skin and snuggled up close to him.
What is with this girl today? Why is she being so intimate and clingy? Baiyi was puzzled by her behaviour. Mia noticed his curiosity and without any warning, she raised her head up and grinned at him sweetly. What a lovely little girl!
"Eh? Does Mia knows how to use feminine wiles now? Whoa, this is such a big improvement! There's no doubt that she would become an exceptional beauty in the future!" one of the Walkers exclaimed.
Oh, please don't! What I need is for her to become stronger and not beautiful! Let alone flaunting her cuteness! Baiyi thought snappily.
"You can't be like that, Sir Hope! Being cute and wanting to be beautiful is natural and the rights of every female! I will never allow you to kill off such a beautiful thing! This is equivalent to you killing a living soul, don't you know?" A Walker with a sense of justice countered.
Look at this person’s title! A Cleric? Tsk tsk tsk! As expected from someone who comes from the church! You are no different from the Paladin at all!
"Well, there's nothing wrong with her being intimate and clingy. At the very least, she would listen to you more now," the Archmage proclaimed in the background. "Take a look at the Fourth Holy Grail War (T/N: in reference to Fate/Stay Night again)! Such a tragedy happened because of the lack of intimacy..."
It's one thing for you to agree with his opinion but can't you at least come up with a more convincing example? How much fondness do you actually have for this outdated anime anyway? Do you even feel sorry for the lack of moon in this planet? (T/N: As in the Japanese game company, Type-moon, who produced the anime Fate/Stay Night, get it?)
The Archmage continued on as if he did not hear Baiyi, "I have always wanted a cute and obedient disciple but sigh, it was a pity that in my past life I was so immersed in my research that I had no time for a disciple. But now that I'm stuck in the Void, I only have someone like you as my disciple… Such a shame..."
Hah? Excuse me Mr. Archmage? Who would have thought that as an ex-emperor who was all powerful and influential, you would even have this kind childish thought in mind? And what the hell is with that last sentence? What? Is it that embarrassing to have someone like me as a disciple now? Wow I'm sorry that I'm not cute and obedient enough for you then! Baiyi was totally speechless at the group’s mindset. Being the only normal person among this group of people wasn’t easy at all!
I guess it can't be helped then. All he could do was convince himself that having good looks would definitely be more advantageous than looking ordinary.
The beautiful sorceresses in that world were not like those that were portrayed in the media. Although they might have the same enticing looks, seductive clothes and alluring bodies, they were not some brainless sex tools for men, beasts, goblins or some tentacle monsters, instead, they used their beauty to their advantage during combat.
The reason could be explained by this logic actually: all of the mainstream spells were usually cast using Magical Runes. When a sorcerer cast a standard Magical Runes spell, a stream of runes would appear and float in front of the chest of the sorcerer as he chanted and he would have to use his Psychic Energy to infuse the Element of his choice into the runes. The moment he did this, the runes would light up with the associated color of the element and that was when the caster would have to use his Psychic Energy to control and release the magic.
Based on the fact that runes were the simplified forms of formations, one could infer that the shapes and the effects would be the same. As a result, as long as one was proficient in understanding runes, one could easily identify the spell based on the stream of runes that appeared in front of the caster's chest. Even if one was not particularly skilled, one could still determine what element the caster was about use based on the color of the runes and use that knowledge to come up with a counterspell.
To make up for the flaw, countless sorcerers came up with different ways to resolve the issue. For example, increasing the speed of spell casting so that the opponent could not get a clear view; or for those who were unable to chant faster, they would shrink the runes and change the location of the runes from the chest to places like the wrist, head or even at the back of their bodies so that it would be tougher for opponents to see through. And if one had enough Mana, one could even conjure up unnecessary showy effects like fireblaze to hide the runes and also to mislead one’s opponent.
But then those methods could only be used when casting an easy spell. If the spell itself needed a huge amount of Mana and Psychic Energy, those methods would be useless. If it really came to that, then it would be better to distance oneself, the further away the better. Or in the unlikely event that one managed to stumble upon a hunky warrior, one could always use said warrior as a shield.
For young and beautiful sorceresses, they were blessed with a natural gift that would help them easily distract men. Take a beautiful sorceress who was blessed with huge breasts for instance, she would only need to show some cleavage to successfully disrupt the casting of the spell. If the opponent was a straight man, his gaze would undoubtedly be drawn towards that area. On the other hand, if a sorceress was not blessed in that area, she could always use a pair of sheer stockings to show off her legs or even expose her slender waist.
Even though that world was severely lacking when compared to Earth but when it comes to the design of female clothing, it was quite equal. That was the main reason why even at a place as conservative as the Celestial Fortress Academy, the female school uniform was designed to bring out the appeal and charm of their female students.
But even then, it was still not a proper solution. There was only one method that could solve this problem and that was to use Magical Formations instead of Magical Runes. Even though the formations would appear in the air as well but because of its complicated structure, the opponent most likely would not be able to see through it so easily in a short amount of time. It was by far the best and most practical solution compared to those cheap tricks.
And that was why Baiyi would never allow Mia to wear those sexy clothing in the future. Even with the uniform she was wearing, he found the skirt to be too short and the waist area too tight. And don’t get me started on those white silk stockings that is supposed to show off one's legs and all that bullshit! What a disgusting trick! It was almost certain that when Mia finally manage to master the Magical Formation, he would find the plainest and ugliest looking sorcerer's robe for her!
Naturally, the group of Voidwalkers strongly objected to that idea…
"Is this how a Soul Armature should act? You are acting like her conservative and old fashioned father instead! There's absolutely nothing wrong with a girl dressing up nicely!"
"You do realize that what you are doing right now is smothering a human's natural instinct, distorting the aesthetic value of mankind and heading back to stone age period, don’t you?"
"Just because you don't have a good-looking appearance yourself doesn't mean that Mia-chan has to follow in your footsteps and become an ugly hobo instead! She is such a cutie! Don't you think this is too much?"
It was the first time Baiyi had been presented with such a strong and united objection from the group... Well, it looked like Mia might be able to escape from Baiyi's conservative mindset.
The group of Voidwalkers was still engrossed in their topic of what Mia should wear in the future while Baiyi went back to the dormitory alone to study the journal after bidding goodbye to Mia.
After he had finished studying the journal, he could not help but shook his head in disappointment, Even the latest research is hopelessly outdated. Sigh, it looks like we have no other choice but to depend on ourselves...
The Voidwalkers had tried to use the existing information in this world to re-do the summoning but it had failed miserably. It seemed like Mia's Grooming Plan was the only correct method.
"Wait a minute, this handwritten copy of the journal seemed to have two distinctive sets of handwriting. Did Mia have somebody to help her?" Looking at the other set of beautiful and elegant handwriting, Baiyi decided to ask Mia when she return later.
In the end, when Mia got back from her classes, instead of being eager to listen to the extra lesson that Baiyi was about to give, the first thing she did was to fetch a pail of water from outside and to wash her hammerhead doll carefully.
Hmm something must have happened in the library just now... Baiyi thought to himself as he stopped writing and put the note that he had worked on the entire evening aside-- it was a detailed annotation and explanation about the barrier in the library earlier.
After she had finished washing her hammerhead doll for the second time, Mia at first planned to dry it outside but seeing the doll was still dripping with water like a fish that was just caught from the lake-- Baiyi had no idea how many days it would take for it to dry outside-- He took the doll and used his Mana to draw the water out off the doll in just a blink of an eye, the water which he extracted was gathered into a sphere of made of water beside him.
Without pausing, he released a wave of heat and dried the fine fur of the doll so it became as smooth and soft like how it was previously before passing it back to Mia.
Mia was instantly delighted and could not stop hugging the doll close to her chest. As she was snuggling her face against the soft, white belly of the hammerhead doll, she flashed a sheepish grin towards Baiyi and said, "Wow it looks as good as new now! Oh my god, you are amazing, Mr. Hope."
Well, who asked that group of Voidwalkers to adore her so much? It was to the extent that they wanted him to use his refined power for such a menial task. That amount of power that he released just now was more than sufficient to cast an advanced level spell.
But then again, looking at that earnest smile that was on Mia's face, he could not help but feel helpless against it.
She's still a kid anyway. There's nothing wrong with spoiling her once in a while, is there?
After all, he was given the name Hope. And isn't hope a thing that could bring joy and happiness to others?


Imagine being forced to live, after death, as incorporeal bodies trapped in a vast space of nothingness for thousands of years, with nothing to do but exchanging past memories with other cohabitants (read: weirdos).  Everybody wanted out, but there was no way to leave the Void... 
Until one day, a young man was finally summoned, as a powerful but reluctant mentor, by a bubbly and motivated but completely naive young girl. Baiyi, finally out of the Void, was the only one who could save all of the other 32 souls from their prison and his summoner might just be The Key to their freedom.
However, Baiyi had to use the techniques and abilities the other souls had taught him throughout the years, and together with his own extensive knowledge of anime and game tropes from his shady and dangerous past as an otaku, to face the biggest challenge of them all: training the clumsy young girl he was forced to partner up with… into a competent sorcerer!

The coaches drove smoothly across the streets, and then slowly stopped in front of the huge tower in the center of the sky city.
It was not easy for the apprentices to realize how magnificent the tower was when they were looking at it from afar, however, when they came close to it, Heidi, Layria and the other apprentices’ hearts were full of wonder, as they had to stretch their necks to look up to barely see the spire of the tall tower.
Unlike the mysterious and gloomy towers in the ancient magic empire time, the tower’s outer layer was made of some kind of silver-gray material that sparkled with metallic gleam. The thrilling beauty of this building was something beyond the apprentices’ words.
This was one of Lucien's favorite styles, hence he had a pretty good first impression of the congress.
Seeing that both Lucien and the apprentices were all so surprised, Lazar felt very satisfied. After Felipe and the other sorcerers walked through the gate, Lazar clapped his hands gently and smiled. "The name of the tower is also Allyn, the same as the name of this city, and Allyn is the ultimate dream of most sorcerers. All right, let’s go. As it’s already four fifteen right now, we need to talk to the staff in the congress by six. After six, there are only security people here."
"Mr. Lazar, can we come back tomorrow? We are so tired that we need to rest," asked many of the apprentices because they were afraid to take the arcana test, and even Annick was a bit hesitant.
Lazar led Lucien and the apprentices to the gray stone steps in front of the tower, "As you just arrived today, I'm sure all of you are tired, but you need to tell this to the congress staff responsible for testing you on your own, and they will arrange another time for the assessment. What I have to remind you all is that, without going through the exam, you can't get the two badges—one for magic and the other for arcana, and that can make many things quite troublesome. The earlier you start the study of arcana and magic, the sooner you can be a true wizard or witch."
Lazar was not telling the apprentices to take the test when they were tired, but to make the best use of their time.
Soon they walked in front of the gate of the congress tower. The silver-colored gate was engraved with many mysterious patterns.
When they were just about to walk in, two big black eyes suddenly appeared on the gate, blinking in a cute way, "On behalf of all the arcanists and sorcerers, I welcome you all to Allyn."
The voice was delightful. The gate was greeting them.
"Come on, Prospell, you never welcomed me like this," joked Lazar.
"Because only now I’ve sensed the smell of youth," answered Prospell cheerfully.
Turning around to the stunned apprentices, Lazar introduced, "Prospell is a very powerful alchemy life born together with the congress tower. It was Douglas and several other grand arcanists who brought Prospell into life and it took them quite a long time to collect the special incomplete souls required. You can see lots of alchemy lives in the headquarter of the congress of magic. In this respect, nowhere can compete with the congress."
Since Lucien first talked to an alchemy life in Viscount Carendia’s castle, he found great interest in building an alchemy life, so he could not help asking, "Lazar, when we can learn about alchemy life?"
"First you gotta have an arcana tree about soul in the school of Necromancy, and, at the same time, you have to learn at least basic alchemy knowledge. Then, when you finish learning all of those things and then become a senior-rank mage, you can start making an alchemy life," said Lazar casually.
"Sir, if you’re interested in making an alchemy life, please make a lady. I got fed up with all of these male alchemy lives living in the towers in this area long time ago!"
Somehow, this alchemy life looked quite a bit obscene in Lucien and the apprentices’ eyes.
Seeing that Lucien did not really respond, Prospell laughed in a bit embarrassed way, "I’m just joking, haha… Apprentice Assessment Department is in zone three, first floor; Sorcerer Administrative Department, zone four, first floor; zone five, Task Zone, for accepting and releasing tasks; Conversion Department, zone six, first floor, for exchanging your money, materials, items or information for arcana points, or vice versa. Common Arcana and Magic Library is in zone one, and Magic Exchange Office, in zone two."
Lucien listened carefully to Prospell to follow the information.
"If you want to do any meditation or experiment, you can go to the second to the ninth floor, where we have meditation rooms, all kinds of labs, constraint rooms, energy rooms, magic gardens and so on. Of course, you gotta pay money or arcana points to use them. On the tenth floor, there are the headquarters of the two major journals, Arcana and Magic."
"Then what about the other journals?" asked Lucien.
"The headquarters of the rest of the journals are either somewhere else in Allyn, or other countries, hosted by the many divisions of the congress," explained Prospell.
"Thank you for explaining, and please go ahead." Lucien nodded politely, treating the alchemy life like a real person.
"The offices of the several boards and the exclusive lounges for the board members are on the eleventh to the fifteenth floor; qualified arcana and magic research groups can apply for the use of the rooms on the sixteenth to the twentieth floor for free; on the twenty-first to the twenty-fifth floor, we have the best labs designed for different fields of research; high-level Arcana and Magic Library, high-level constraint rooms and material warehouses are on the twenty-sixth to the thirtieth floor; the thirty-first floor to the thirty-fifth floor are reserved for the members of the highest council, but I heard that, recently, they’re considering to separate the thirty-first and the thirty-second floor to be the academy for training junior-rank mages…" Prospell continued.
Obviously, Prospell was a very talkative alchemy life, and the lots of information totally confused the apprentices.
"Anyway… come in here now," said Prospell, and then he started singing:
"Don’t touch around, cuz that’s my muscle.
"Don’t touch the wall, cuz that itches me.
"Don’t vandalize anything, cuz organs are always vulnerable."
...
Accompanied by this strange song, when Lucien, Lazar and the apprentices walked into the silver hall, the first thing that appeared in front of them was a one-meter-diameter round disc, engraved with complicated magic circles. Around the disc, there was a yellowish green cover, extending from the first to the second floor.
Around the hall, there were signs labeling six different zones.
"The elevators are over there," introduced Lazar. "How about we go to the Apprentice Assessment Department in zone three first, and then the Sorcerer Administrative Department in zone four?"
"No problem." Lucien did not mind at all.
...
There were rows and rows of different rooms in zone three. A lanky, old man dressing in old school style was there.
The old man’s name was Simeon. He said seriously to the apprentices, "All of you register first, and then you will receive arcana assessment. Based on the results, you all will be assigned to different schools."
"Mr. Simeon, all of us are very tired right now since we just arrived in Holm this afternoon, and then we spent another three hours on the train again." Katrina was not being shy. Regarding herself as one of the leaders of the apprentices, she felt that she was responsible for making this request.
Facing the reasonable request, although he was usually pretty stubborn, Simeon still nodded, "Then register first, and then do the assessment tomorrow morning at nine. All of you can stay in zone three to rest for the night, but since you don’t have both badges, keep in mind that you should not leave zone three."
"We won’t. Thank you, Mr. Simeon," said many of the apprentices.
When the apprentices all finished doing their registration, Simeon noticed Lucien. "You’re not one of them?" asked Simeon a bit confused.
"Mr. Simeon, I’m a sorcerer." Lucien smiled.
Simeon looked quite surprised, then he took a quick glance at Lucien from head to foot, "You’re not even twenty… You seem to be very gifted with your spiritual power. If you want to study Astrology or Light-darkness, or if you’re interested in studying mathematics, you might want to join us, Tower."
Lazar looked at Simeon and quickly cut in, "We talked about this before, and Mr. Evans said that he wanted to focus on studying arcana first before making any decision."
"Interesting. Not many young people are thinking like this nowadays anymore." Simeon smiled, "Tower is relatively neutral compared to most of the groups in the congress, and we usually just follow the direction of the congress, suitable for sorcerers who do not want to get involved in all those conflicts. All right, all right… I’ll stop, or Lazar’s gonna cry in front of me now."
There were two badges on Simeon’s robe: one was black inlaid with two stars, and the other was silver with two black circles on it, looking rather cold and mysterious. According to Lazar’s introduction, Lucien could tell that the former was the badge for a level two arcanist, and the latter was for a second circle sorcerer.
Noticing that Heidi, Layria and many other apprentices were busy with reviewing what they had learned, Sprint frowned a bit. "It’s just useless making efforts at the last moment."
Hearing what Sprint just said, Heidi hurriedly came to Lucien, "Mr. Evans, do you have any better suggestion then?"
"Having a good rest is the most important thing." Lucien nodded, "I agree with Sprint. Maybe just roughly leaf through the books a bit."
Both Annick and Layria nodded behind Heidi, they looked at Lucien, "Will you come here tomorrow, Mr. Evans? When we’re taking the test?"
"I will." Lucien smiled, "I would like to know whether I’m a good teacher."
Seeing the apprentices were encouraged by his words, Lucien felt some softness in his heart. Then, he turned around and said to Lazar, "What about going to the Sorcerer Administrative Department now? By the way, if I want to make exchanges in Common Arcana and Magic Library or in Magic Exchange Office, what shall I use? Arcana points only or I can also use Thales?"
"Either." Lazar grinned, "But Evans, you gotta activate your arcana badge before going there, or you can only have some free basic arcana and magic books given by the congress. When you reach a certain knowledge level, you can take arcana assessment in the Sorcerer Administrative Department. If you can pass the test, you can get a basic arcana point to activate your arcana badge."
Lucien frowned a bit and asked, "If I want to get this done sooner, can I just submit a new spell?"


"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut."
In this magic world, knowledge is power.

The long day of getting to know her roommates better had left Erin exhausted but she wasn't ready to fall asleep quite yet. She'd unpacked her clothes in the afternoon but had left arranging the rest of her personal items for when she had more quiet. It was a process she savored, putting the final touches on her own place when she was settling in somewhere new. There was something special about arranging her most important belongings in a new bedroom. 

She set her carry-on bag at the foot of the bed and pulled out her journal first of all. It was just a regular spiral notebook but because she wrote in it religiously, it was one of her most beloved possessions. She had given up on fancy, expensive journals after filling up the pages of so many, and had decided it didn't much matter what it looked like, as long as she was able to write in it. She set the journal on the little nightstand, next to the small lamp and alarm clock that had come with her room. She laid her favorite pen next to it and continued emptying her bag until the room had touches of home all around; a photo of her parents, her rosary, her stuffed Panda (Roy), her favorite perfume (Very Valentino) and her noise machine. Thankfully, she'd had the noise of the outdoors with her last night, she never slept well without the little gadget set to rainfall and creek sounds. 

She looked at the photo of her parents, and thought of the image tucked behind it-- the photo of her birth parents. It was the only photo she had of them but she cherished it. She kept it secreted behind the other photo because she didn't want to hurt her mom and dad; it also made her feel deeply sad to see the smiling young faces of the couple taken away much too young by tragedy. Erin sighed at the thought of the young pair and wondered about what Danu had said about them. What was their connection to Ireland, and what were they supposed to have told her about this so-called destiny. She thought on it a bit longer and couldn't understand how she could be of such importance that strange beings virtually kidnapped her and Olivier, and knocked him out. What if she'd never been able to study abroad? 

Growing up she had noticed that she always had a profound interest in Ireland but she'd never thought it odd. Other children would say they wanted horses when they grew up, some kids wanted to visit Disney World. Erin wanted to go to Ireland; she'd read anything she could put her hands on about it. Photo books about Ireland were her absolute favorite as a child--she was constantly checking them out from the adult non-fiction section of the library. Her parents had always encouraged her interest and so it had flourished. 

Had this destiny been that overwhelming that she had been transfixed on the Emerald Isle? She couldn't really say for sure, but she knew there was always some kind of yearning within her that drove her to constantly learn more about it. Finally, her bag was empty but for her three travel guidebooks-- one on Europe in general with listings of hostels and tourist attractions and information galore. The other two were, of course, about Ireland. Her favorite was the DK guide because it was filled to the brim with photos, historical information and everything she needed to explore every inch of this curious place. Simply thinking of the books' glossy pages made her anxious to look it over for about the 1,000th time. 

Just down the hallway, she heard Olivier finish in the bathroom and stole her chance to brush her teeth, take a quick shower and wash her face. Once that was done, she rewarded herself with her favorite pastime--reading and scouring the pages of her DK Ireland book and daydreamed about her next adventure until her daydreams slowly became actual dreams.

A young American girl follows her heart to Ireland where she discovers deeply hidden and unique connections to the island that she had never dreamed of. Upon arriving in Ireland to study, Erin feels something awaken in her she never imagined could be real.

Shu reaches over and yanks his shirt collar, harshly pulling the older man forward. Firm nails dig strong enough to scratch at skin even through the cotton fabric. His eyes are made of frozen glass, his pupils covered with crystal ice, and his glare is piercing with tension.
He speaks slowly, voice laced with imminent danger. "Did he send you?"
Glenn allows the contact. Even with his shirt crumpled and hair slightly disheveled, clouding a portion of dim-lit eyes, he remains composed as if the reaction were expected – calculated, even, and it sends hostility down to his spine.
"No." Glenn replies firmly but it doesn't appease. "Our meeting was coincidental."
"When did you know?"
"I confirmed it when you weren't infected."
"Confirmed it?" His eyes narrow. "You've had suspicions before that."
"I did."
"And why is it that I wasn't infected?"
Glenn's gaze doesn't lower, but there's a flash of complication in his eyes – a subtle tremor of his lashes – hardly perceptible but Shu sees through it regardless. "It's best if you hear it from him instead."
Shu sighs and he, too, looks complicated. A million thoughts intertwine into one and even that one is in utter disarray, a mix of anger and doubt, morphed into complexity and more. It's a hard spiral to the past he had left behind.
When he blinks back into alacrity, he's still tugging onto Glenn's black shirt collar, dragging it up by the seams. The material is stretched beyond propriety and in this proximity, he sees the faint, old scar on the other's nape along with the just-formed scratches from his nails. The skin around them breaks white and he sees a sliver of red blood forming in their center.
He loosens his grip and pulls away, clenching on his hands that are still trembling in excess. Glenn lingers on his form too closely, too knowingly for comfort.
"Are you angry?" the man whispers.
"I'm…" Shu repositions himself on the couch and stares elsewhere, focusing on a mundane pile of books on the floor. "I'm not angry at you."
Then Glenn is smiling softly at him – the same amber eyes just as tender in the sunlight as it is in the dark, surrounded by dusty cobwebs and muted copper. There's not a sound, save the light murmur of his voice. "Good. I don't want you to be angry at me."
The icy tension in the room dissolves into miniscule particles, breaking away like falling snowflakes and Shu's breath falters in response.
There's a soft crackle in the room – hands against paper – and Shu looks up to see Gilbert meticulously smoothing out the wrinkles of his tourist attraction guide. He's taking care to not make much noise and with him sitting on the far corner of the room, his level of presence is reduced to near zero.
"So?" Shu directs his question to the considerate man. "Why were you looking for me?"
Gilbert is startled by the sudden attention. "I can talk now?"
He raises an eyebrow.
"My bad, I just thought the atmosphere was a little…" he waves his hand dismissively. "It was surprising? This comrade Glenn always acts polite, but he's never been that close with anybody. He's always been fake, sadistic, controlling—"
"Gilbert," a gentle voice chimes in pleasantly – too pleasantly that it oozes terror from a city away. "Perhaps I should strap you on a rollercoaster in Dinnesaur Park. I happen to hear the passengers are Corrupted and you're not very picky with your dates, are you?"
"Shit that's not too bad. Far from ideal, but not too bad—"
"Excuse me, Mister," another voice calls out.
Meng Yun, who has been standing by the entrance with his sister for a very long time without making a single decibel of noise (which is staggeringly rare, almost impossible even), suddenly makes his presence at an opportune moment.
"I heard about Dinnesaur Park and I couldn't help but be interested," the bespectacled youth continues. "If the passengers are all Corrupted, does that mean it's kind of like…"
He lowers his voice conspiratorially and Gilbert also locks eyes with him. The two of them, in ungodly tacit understanding unbeknownst to anyone else in the room, suddenly nod in synch.
They speak at the same time, "A haunted house date."
The air turns still. Meng Yun slowly makes his way to the stranger in the corner and the latter traces his every movement. Meng Yun's footsteps are loud against brick red tiles – each step calculated, radiating baffling intensity.
It's unclear who had made the first move, but in a split millisecond, the two bump enthusiastic fists. The greeting then turns into a secret handshake, again in complete synchronization as if they'd been reunited since birth.
"Bro," Meng Yun says solemnly, clasping onto his hand.
Gilbert nods and acknowledges him just as gravely. "Bro."
As the two bask in their newfound camaraderie – brotherhood – Meng Qing moves to the center of the attic space, immune to the turn of events. She settles down on the chair by the desk and directs her attention to the two men on the couch.
Shu folds his arms and relaxes against the couch. He sits on it as he would a throne, completely poised and naturally lax. His aura is elegant but there's a mischievous glint in his light-brown eyes – barely concealed though he's not trying anyway.
Glenn leans over to whisper, "What are you thinking?"
"I was thinking that his words hold a lot of truth." Shu smirks lazily and recalls, "Fake, sadistic, controlling, unpleasant, irritating, shameless—"
Glenn chuckles. "I don't remember the last three being added."
"They were included in conjuncture. Very suiting."
"I can show you more of my traits," the man replies teasingly. "That is, if you're interested."
Shu gives him an unamused look. "Not in particular."
"Next time then," Glenn tells him charmingly and switches the topic instantly – the transition is too smooth that Shu could not get a chance to retort that there will not be a next time. "Meng Qing, what have you heard?"
"The bulk of it," the female replies. "The both of you left for a long time. Yun and I followed down when we heard a loud noise, but we hid just in case you were engaged in something."
Glenn says with a smile, "This is classified information. We can't have it leaked to civilians."
Meng Qing nods. "Rest assured, we have no intentions to. I'd more or less already made a conjecture and Yun, too, though these kinds of things don't pique his curiosity."
It's true. Meng Yun is on the floor, perusing through a map – another tourist map that is not the adventure travel guide, procured from an anonymous source – and speaking animatedly with his trusted new best friend. He's most definitely not curious in immortality nor in the entire mess they had been thrown into headfirst, without warning, but he's curious in many other things, most of them trivial, such as…
"Shit bro," Gilbert points a finger excitedly at an orange landmark. "This restaurant has the best pufferfish."
"I heard 'Powerpuff Fish' closed down recently," Meng Yun tells him. "Apparently a customer nearly died from Fugu poisoning."
"You win some, you lose some," Gilbert gives him solid life advice. "Plus, it's like really good. Would you rather give up good food or give up your life?"
"Give up my life," Meng Yun says without an ounce of hesitation.
The two culinary experts are then immersed in a fascinating conversation of sea creatures, rating them from an unorthodox scale based on their taste and looks. Gilbert diverges into a lore about sea cucumbers while Meng Yun actively takes notes with his slim metallic pen.
"Marine organisms are often exploited for nutraceutical use," the curly-haired man says. "Traditional remedies and folk medicine aside, they have a vast array of bioactive components such as anti-inflammatory and anticancer agents. In particular – sea cucumbers – these marine invertebrates have been linked to saponins, peptides, sterols, all sorts of fatty acids—"
It seems Gilbert had written a comprehensive graduate thesis on sea cucumbers and while it is indeed quite fascinating to hear about Holothuroidea biodiversity, nobody is sure whether he's studying them for their alleged health benefits or for their funny looks.
"Did you know that there's one called a chocolate chip sea cucumber?" Meng Yun is completely entranced. "It's said to be a trypophobic nightmare."
Gilbert widens his eyes, but his brain seems to be thinking in a different direction. "Does it also taste like chocolate chips?"
"It might—"
"—It doesn't," Meng Qing interrupts them. "They don't taste like chocolate chips nor cucumbers. They're bland but the dish is popular not only for their medicinal properties, but for their attribution to male reproductive health. Folk religion considers them aphrodisiacs because these invertebrates squirts at their aggressors, resembling a—"
"A phallus," Gilbert completes with no sense of tact. "Sister, you're very knowledgeable on sea cucumber mythology."
Meng Qing nods. "I've written scientific journals on their properties and pharmaceutical use."
"Scientific journals? I've read all of them but there are only so few…" Gilbert suddenly stands up, knocking down a pile of books in the process. He approaches the wooden desk with stars in his eyes. "Don't tell me… y-you are the esteemed Dr. Meng Qing, the one who has published numerous acclaimed works linking marine biology with pharmacology, the one who has won distinctions for her extensive biomedical research, the one who—"
"That is my part-time hobby. I'm a full-time medical student and social media manager, not a doctor yet," Meng Qing explains. "I also know of you, Mr. Gilbert Rhodes, the genius scientist who has been invited to countless award shows for his unconventional studies on wildlife. You are also the only environmentalist to have never shown up in any of the ceremonies."
"That is also my part-time hobby," Gilbert tells her and there's deep respect laid in his tone. "I am but a wanderer of nature, stuck in a job that hardly pays my travel fees."
The two of them shake hands.
In a much quieter corner of the room, two men sit in witness of the events. Shu takes a long moment to digest the new information. He nudges Glenn on the chest.
"What is going on."
Glenn, who is in deep thought about something beyond the scope of the current conversation, leans over to murmur, "Have you tried sea cucumbers?"
"…No." Shu looks at him with confusion. "Why are you asking?"
"I'm curious about the origins of that myth…" Glenn trails off with full implication. "Aphrodisiacs. I'm wondering—"
"I have not tried," Shu enunciates coldly.
"Hm." Glenn smiles at him before deflecting the topic. "Gilbert, answer his question."
The question – so-long drifted that even Shu has a hard time remembering – has Gilbert momentarily dazed. He turns around to look at two of them and rubs a hand on his chin, slowly going over his jaw. Gilbert squints his eyes and with every tilt of his head, every crease on his eyebrows, Shu knows the man has no recollection at all.
He reminds him. "Why were you looking for me?"
"Ah!" Gilbert snaps his fingers in realization. "Don't worry, I didn't forget… uh—"
He hastily shoves his hand in his jean pockets and pulls out a very wrinkled piece of paper, crumpled in every corner and just as small as the last one he'd held. He unfurls it haphazardly and it rips a bit on the bottom, but Gilbert dismisses the small accident.
"I have a note from the boss addressed to…" Gilbert clears his throat and recites with a much deeper voice in imitation of the sender – Shu is certain that his brother doesn't sound like that. "'Dear our family's estranged young master—'"
"Who?" Shu looks murderous. "You have the wrong person."
Gilbert looks confused. "Glenn, do we have the wrong person?"
"No." Glenn is studying his angry expression. "It's correct."
The other man clears his throat and starts again, "'Dear our family's estranged young master, if you are done with your rebellious phase, your big brother wants you back home. It's very lonely without you here—'"
"You have the wrong person."
Shu's eyes are ice cold and his words stab through like daggers. He continues and his voice is not loud – it's devoid of emotion, ghastly against the silence but penetrating regardless. "If not, then he has some nerve."

The first hints of spring bring with it the Corruption – an anomaly of strange sightings and missing corpses.

Shu Haize really isn’t interested, but what was supposed to be a short excursion to locate his only friend has led to something he never signed up for. He wants to escape its grasps – wherever its confining him – so he’s walking, roaming, heading nowhere in particular but he’s moving, letting loose in the adrenaline of battle.

There’s a cemetery of stars tonight. Shu has never had any affinity to stargazing so when he looks up, he’s hollow and lost in its immensity. Then he’s finding companions, all of them unfamiliar, and one in the form of raven hair and amused amber eyes.

“Hello?” His lips curve. “What a coincidence.”

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