Chương 16: Mastering Possession Magic: {Part - 1}

The pot burst into countless pieces as the sudden prana outburst shot a gigantic hole right through the middle of it.

Remirg could do nothing but contemplate his achievement.

It was the first of his first magic. Real magic. Something which he had craving the moment he learnt about it from the Simulator.

But on the other hand, Mark, watching all that had happened now, had almost submitted himself to wild fits of laughter. He could not comprehend Remirg believing that he had learnt magic.

"My guy still doesn't know he has a long way to go... *smirks*

Believing that he had learnt magic after actually just performing an unconditional prana condensation burst.... though it will prove useful to him in the future."

Remirg, who had hoisted himself up on his feet, regained his previous vigor as he positioned himself again for another go.

But before he could do anything else, the Simulator had popped him a new notification.

[THE PLAYER MANAGED TO PERFORM A FALSIFIED SPELL. THE EFFECTS ARE BEING RESTORED FOR THE NEXT TRY.]

Reading the message, Remirg could do nothing but pull an uncanny face. All this thinking just to get a message that would demotivate the shit out of anybody.

Nevertheless, the message made him realize that what he was learning was not to blast things away, but to control them. He needed to learn how to manipulate an object's position and movement by the virtue of his mind. He needed to learn how to make them move at his own disposal.

And realizing the magnitude of training he required to achieve the required level; he curled his lips. He really did have a long way to go.

Adjusting himself and correcting his posture, he extended his arms again, now pointing at the pot, which, surprisingly, had already regenerated itself.

But this time, he concentrated a less amount of prana than before; about half of what he had accumulated in the previous round, in his right fist.

Pointing it carefully at the pot's center of mass, killing all his bodily movement, Remirg activated Prana presence.

If he had to do it, he would do it perfectly, applying all the knowledge of magic he had until now.

He realized that compressing too much prana in his hands was causing a great prana density difference between him and the pot's prana density. The exuding pressure cause by his prana was unabsorbed the pot, resulting it into blasting away.

Remirg deduced that he needed to condense his prana a little greater than the prana density of the pot, resulting in a prana connection between him and the pot. The little extra prana would play as a dominating factor over the pot, surrendering full control of it to Remirg.

Quite convinced at his deduction, Remirg analyzed the prana flowing inside the pot.

It was a bright yellow color, though distributed in a shallow concentration throughout its volume homogenously. Though it still was a lot less dense than the prana Remirg had accumulated in his first attempt.

Carefully concentrating the right amount of prana, Remirg let a small string of it extend out of hand, gradually interconnecting with the pot's prana.

The result was immediate.

The pot's prana turned the palest orange, just like the color of Remirg's prana, the velocity of its prana particles matching that of his own.

Somehow suppressing his nervousness, Remirg chanted the spell clearly.

It was not a shout, neither a whisper. It was a clear incantation put forward with a prominent assertion.

"Shisu Kannas!"

The spell resonated through his entire body, feeling like it was pouring out of of himself, as though it was a part of Remirg himself.

The effect it produced was ever the slightest though.

The pot left its stationary position on the pedestal and hovered about a few centimeters above it for not more than half of a second before falling with a slight 'thud', back onto the pedestal.

Producing a wide grin at his insignificant, but an achievement worth it, Remirg did a little victorious pose, thrusting his fist upward, as though he wanted to pierce the sky itself.

Following his little triumph, the Simulator joined in as well, in a manner of speaking.

It had popped yet another notification.

[THE PLAYER SUCCESSFULLY MANAGED TO PERFORM THE BASIC POSSESSION CHARM LV -1 FOR A TIME PERIOD OF EXACTLY 0.4765 SECONDS!

IN ORDER TO ACHIEVE PERFECTION, THE PLAYER MUST MAINTAIN THE DESIRED OBJECT'S POSITION FOR THE WHOLE OF FIVE MINUTES.]

Reading the message, Remirg could feel a surge of hope running through his very veins. He succeeded in somehow managing to hover a pot in air.

For someone living in the area as he was on Sebras, such a skill was incomprehensible and invaluable. And he was one of the very few in history who managed to possess it.

Finally getting a hang of what he needed to do, all was but a matter of time. All he needed was plenty of practice and diligence to master it. And he lacked none.

Feeling proud of himself, he extended his arm again, buckling himself up for another go on the pot.

Concentrating his prana again and connecting it with the pot's, he repeated the incantation, letting his prana take control over the incantation.

This time, the pot hovered for the whole of a second before landing again.

But this was not enough. This was not even close to what a real possession spell looked like. Remirg knew how it felt. He had already seen it effects many a time before.

The mysteriously floating torches hanging midair in the dungeon, even though they were not being controlled by the caster of the spell at all. That... what was what the epitome of possession magic looked like.

That was what Remirg was aiming to achieve.

He could not stop now.

He would try again. He would try again a hundred times. A thousand times before he completely mastered it.

And with the determination filling up inside his iris, he extended his arms once again, ready to have another go on the pot.