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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Calm down. You're not a monster." Dea'n'ha replied, trying to start explaining.
"Do you know what could have happened if this black creature were set free?!" Andrey, still in shock, spilled out his worries.
"I have another bet on this. Sit down and let us think this through." she said with her calming voice, which as if was a spell to Andrey's mind.
"Okay, you are right. Let me try to listen." he said as he realized the blades were in his hands.
He tried letting them go, but he couldn't. His hands were so stiff that he just couldn't release the blades.
"You saw that I could hear the blades speak too, right?" she began explaining her idea as Andrey nodded to confirm he was following her.
"I think that the blades and that being inside you are connected. It is no wonder that you are attached to the blades, that you can NOT be hurt by the blades and at the same time those hands and the blades seemed to talk to each other. They were craving for each other. They NEEDED each other." Dea'n'ha explained, as Andrey was now starting to get the whole idea.
"So they are one and the same. Inside my vision, the blades are what saved me. What seemed was that they saved me from myself." Andrey touched his spine with hands "Because those arms I could feel like my own, but I could not control. It would appear that this thing inside me needs the blades to exist or it will kill me as a punishment for splitting apart the hands from the swords." a few moments later Andrey continued.
"You are right, Dea'n'ha. They indeed NEED each other!" he confirmed her idea.
"So I think you should never split ways with those blades. You had been without them for how long?" the sorceress asked, as she looked at his confused face.
"A few hours I guess." he replied with a noticeable hesitation.
"Why so unsure?"
"Truth is, I don't really manage to follow track of the time without a clock. I'm pretty insecure about this."
"Aahahahha!" Dea'n'ha laughed in a really beautiful voice.
"Don't laugh at me, come on! That's not like you to be rude!" he laughed back scratching the back of his head.
"Ahh, sorry, I just didn't expect you to have such a problem. I will teach you how to make a constant clock. It's important for a mage to be on time." she replied, recovering from her laugh.
"What do you mean teach me how to make a constant clock? I don't feel like starting wood carving now, too..." Andrey replied in a disappointed voice.
"No, silly, I will teach you how to use your, uhh, what was it called... mana. Yeah. I'll teach you to use your mana to make a clock." she explained as she kind of stumbled on using Andrey's words for things.
"Wow! Something like a biological clock?"
"Well, it's not exactly biological as it is not a plant, neither is it filled with blood, but it is sort of alive." she replied in a slight confusion.
"Okay, but won't I run out of mana, eventually? It needs to feed on it in order to work, right?"
"It is indeed hard to run out of mana from something so small, though it is possible." Dea'n'ha wondered and continued "Have you read anything from the books I had given to you?"
"Don't blame me, but I hardly had time. I just sniffed a few sentences from a few pages out of curiosity. No serious reading, though." he said as he was expecting her disappointment.
"So what did you learn from those sentences you read?"
"That food replenishes mana... and I believe that's it."
"So you didn't read a few sentences, you read just one?" she laughed a bit
"It was a long composite sentence, okay? " he replied as he felt she was toying with him. But it was okay, it was in a friendly manner. He was sure that if there's somebody with a pure heart and soul, it would be her. Nobody with impurity would let his or her memories be seen and relived directly from someone else.
"Okay, so there are multiple ways to go about magic. There are ready recipes, but there's also the more adventurous way to go about it. The second way is, of course, the more creative one. You can use mana in almost anything you can think of. It is energy and energy can go through things. For example..." she said as she pointed at the fork.
"You can use mana to push things by creating a force behind them. So I will send out mana towards the fork and give it the entity of wind and this way I would push the fork." she said as she pushed the fork slightly.
"Now that's the outside way to interact with objects. You can also interact with them on the inside, by inserting mana inside the object and then manipulating that mana."
"Like a puppeteer?"
"Exactly." she confirmed as she made the fork bend into different shapes without even breaking it. "It is important to have control over what you do, because you could easily break the fork. But then again, you could also fix it if you break it. It all takes the right sensation to do right." she further tutored.
"Wow. This is amazing!" Andrey replied looking forward to more information. "Teach me more!"
"Well, for starters eat this fish I prepared for you so you replenish your mana. You must be exhausted."
"I am not, though. I just feel a bit of pain in the chest and my muscles feel kind of stiff."
"That's rather odd. Where did all this energy come from then, if not you?"
"This means that this black being inside me has its own source of power?" Andrey suggested with eyes opening in surprise.
"It appears so. This means that there's a good and a bad Andrey." she laughed.
"Will this affect my mana control?"
"I don't know. We'll find out. Now eat!"
Andrey ate the fish and was stunned by how tasty it was even though he didn't like fish. Maybe Nyadzel was a bad cook? Back in his days he didn't eat much fish either, though.
"This tastes delicious! And I don't even like fish!" he congratulated Dea'n'ha about her awesome cooking.
"Do you wanna know how I prepared it?" she asked playfully.
"Sure! It might be the only way for me to start eating fish. I always got scolded I don't eat healthy back in my world." the boy replied enthusiastically while grabbing another bite of the awesome dish.
Dea'n'ha closed in on him and whispered in his ear "With magic." and she sat back down.
He stopped eating for a second and began thinking. Was it a joke? Was it true? A few moments later she entertained herself with his confused face and laughed at him again.
"Stop bullying me!" he laughed back.
"Oh, I'm not even trying, but it is so much fun." she couldn't hide her desire to continue messing with him.
"Okay, tell me, is it really magic or not?"
"How could it possibly be magic? Why would someone cook with magic?"
"Yeah, you're right. Now that I think about it, using mana in order to replenish that mana back kind of loses its point." Andrey thought out loud.
"Well you do have a solid statement there, now I don't even think I can convince you otherwise." she put a finger on her chin.
"What? Ahh you're messing with me again!"
"Okay, okay, believe me, but this is really cooked with magic. Truth is, that when you cook with magic you just have to balance the amount of mana so you don't put in too much. Then it won't have a point. But either way, mana is just energy you transform into something else. So when I cook the fish I put my spiritual energy in it or outside of it so it would be affected in different ways. In this case, this fish will provide more energy than it took to make it."
"Okay, so you're a cook, too!" Andrey replied amazed by how much things magic can help you do.
"What else can I do with magic?" the boy asked impatiently thriving for more ways he could learn to use his power.
"Pretty much anything you like, though there are boundaries. If you haven't got good quality and good amount you could end up just getting tired. Basically, your imagination is your limits. In your case, when you were at Mage-Mountain you breathed in, ate, felt, walked, upon our elder spirits' energy, therefore your body got enhanced with mana. Your mana pool is probably very big. I could feel it even when you were sleeping last night."
"So I am with pretty big capabilities? Sounds good, but... I know there must be a risk to it. What is it?"
"There can be multiple risks. You can overburn yourself if you use too much of it. If you empty yourself out you can just fall unconscious until you recover your mana."
"If I am unconscious how would I recover mana? I can't eat. It needs to be injected into me in some way?" Andrey asked as he took another bite.
Dea'n'ha poured some water and gave it to him as he hadn't been drinking water since he started eating and continued. "Good point. You can recover it in multiple ways - one would be by breathing in spiritual energy, I mean - mana. The other would be if it were injected to you like I did a few minutes back. Before you woke up I concentrated mana into my arm and injected it to you and spread it throughout your whole body. This is why you woke up so fast."
She stopped talking for a few seconds.
"What happened?" Andrey asked as he could see that she didn't stop because her lecture is over, but because something came to her mind.
"If you didn't use up your mana then why were you so dead asleep?"
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“And what would the name of this little black-good-for-obvious-nothing pretending to be high-and-mighty sent by the great King Goodlie to do what he’s best at-nothing?” Galera continued to try to insult Andrey.“Now, now… well... whatever.” the old geezer tried to stop them from fighting, but in the end just gave up.One of the shady figures behind there stood a bit to the side. Andrey didn’t manage to focus on each individual enough, therefore he failed to notice that it appeared to be a woman. Not any woman, actually. “Andrey Makiya. From Earth.” the boy replied to his challenger.“Earth?” a visible confusion was on everyone’s face. One of the voices chuckled, it was exactly the woman. Only then did Andrey notice there was a female amongst them. “Dea’n’ha, may I know what’s so funny?” Galera turned to the female.“Galera, you shouldn’t mess with the boy. Don’t get us all in trouble!” she warned and walked towards Andrey lowering her hoodie. She stood by him and caught him by the ha
Makiya 19. "I am you"
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“Immortal douche, my ass.” Amryr’s voice sounded behind the cracking noise.Andrey could see only darkness after the shattered mirror-like world of Golehanei’s game, his young student being his light in the confusing, lightless tunnel.Inhaling deeply, Andrey opened his eyes. The sight of the ancient being rotting right in front of him was the answer to the many questions that had just arisen. A black-and-white splash of energy cracked open the shell just seconds after Lord Red Eye’s awakening.“Amryr…” Andrey whispered.The loyal follower’s contrasting mana widened, making a splash, completely opening half of the shell.“Well, what can I say? The shell grew a lot from the moment that Golehanei noticed we had an ace up our sleeve.” Onyx smiled.Andrey’s eyes wandered from person to person, landing lastly on Dea’n’ha.“I see. Your eye technique. But… what happened?” Just as he spoke, a strange tingle in his right palm pulled his gaze. “The Abyssal Crack Magic… It resonated…” As he obs
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“Let me see how you fare now. This one can’t be decided on sheer luck, descendant. May the fun and games… continue…” The ancient spoke, as a voice coming from nobody knows where announced, “Round Two.” A dialogue box appeared before Andrey. Yeah, like hell, this one’s gonna take you down even the better. “Round Two. For this round you may pick only two cards. Mage Thief Knight UNAVAILABLE CARDS: Demon Maiden”
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263. Outplayed
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“The game… begins, challengers.” The start was announced by a mysterious voice and all of a sudden Andrey could see through the eyes of his main character. Interesting. Somehow I am seeing both what she sees and what I see as well. How does the human brain even manage to endure the simultaneous cognition stress? // Letters in BOLD are the main character’s telepathy to Andrey// My Master, what shall I do now? A most seducing and alluring voice resounded within Andrey’s mind. Oh! Is she actually capable of reasonable communication? Impressive. // Letters
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261. The game begins
Conjured by nothingness in the air, five cards appeared, twice the size of a human. The terrain reshaped and all of a sudden, it appeared that Andrey was standing in a theater. Looking around, he could see many empty seats, but more importantly, the scene was incredibly vast. The things that were easily seen were a well in the middle, a tower next to it, a few chairs along with a wooden table. They seemed rather medieval and old, but that seemed to be the idea behind the whole game. Playing a medieval role in a theatrical scenery. “We already started!? How about you tell me what the game is about first, eh!?” Andrey shouted, his eyebrows narrowed due to his annoyance. Golehanei’s voice replied to him with a cold tone. “Be not so rushful, Andrey Makiya… de
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260. Inner World-Shell
Besides the sound of an incoming wind torrent, Andrey appeared like a black thunder, piercing through the clouds, right after jumping off from the conjured black-and-white tower. After restoring his vision past the clouds, he immediately navigated at the ancient human, who was patiently waiting in his cradle. Swinging just slightly. A massive barrage of a hundred walls of rock erupted from the ground, creating a mighty shielding to protect Golehanei from the incoming battle-mage. The rumbling noise in addition with the ancient being’s impatience slowly arising worked as proof that Andrey had been passing through his defense effortlessly. A sword landed right next to the ancient’s throat. Stopped not by Andrey’s will, but instead by the incredibly precise and strong grip of Golehanei’s finger tips.
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259. Life and Death are one and the same
Andrey put on a little smile in an attempt to mock the man, who claimed to be greater than them. “Does the superior being deal with conflicts with force or with wisdom? Time we found out, I say.” He expected his taunting words to provoke the being, and at least see an eyebrow get narrowed, but instead Golehanei spoke calmly. “Young Andrey Makiya, when wisdom finds its end, the forces of power take over. Such would seem to be the case, descendant.” A fist coming straight at Andrey’s face was immediately countered as the red-eyed battle-mage deflected the incoming knuckles by punching his opponent’s arm in the triceps with an upper-cut. Although unexpected, suddenly Golehanei forced his arm downwards, overpowering the fist, in an attempt to strike Andrey’s head, as if to slash it with a blade.
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258. The hunter becomes The hunted
“Dea’n’ha!” Andrey startled at the sorceress. “Y-yes!” She replied in a frail voice. “Can you communicate with this golden-dressed freak!?” Dea’n’ha lowered her head and spoke. “I can only convert information with my Abyssal Crack magic… I can’t really drain the language abilities out of it. It’s like attaining something from the void.” “Tsk.” Andrey clicked his tongue and looked at the buffed, half-naked man, who had only black pants, golden belt, and a golden collar that went all the way from his neck to covering half his back and chest. The ancient human had a golden ring on his left pointing finger, and dark brown leather bracelets with gold imbued in them on both his wrists.
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