October 23, 1991
The past few weeks have been filled with studying. After I made copies of the Black Family books, I realized I was starting to get ahead of myself. Magic is just so enthralling.

It took Trixie and myself nearly two hours to cast the Geminio Charm on all the books Kreacher brought. I even made a double of Slytherin's Locket for Kreacher to keep.

The Geminio Charm will last a decade, at most, before the duplicated item rots away. With as old as Kreacher is, I figure he will be dead before the charm gives out.

That also gives me more than enough time to read all the books before they disappear. If I really want to, I can purchase a few enchanted quills to copy the Black Family books into permanent copies. It is unnecessary, but I might have it done just to fill my library shelves.

The addition of over two-thousand more books is what set me on my current path. The path of finishing my Hogwarts education.

A solid foundation is needed to build from. With my constant jumping around in my magical studies, I risked making costly mistakes.

Diving back into the N.E.W.T. level spell books, I ended up arriving at a moral decision. The sixth-year spells had some interesting transfiguration work and the Undetectable Extension Charm, but it's the seventh year spells that bring the moral dilemma.

This is were spells of the mind begin. The Memory Charm will force a person to forget. The more power used, the farther back they forget. This leads to the false memory spell and the memory extraction spell. Hogwarts' books don't cover the last two, but they do mention them. Something tells me, my new library additions will have the details of the spells.

The moral dilemma comes in the form of practice subjects. You can not master the spells without extensive use of them. I will need test-subjects.

While muggles are worthless to attempt the memory extraction spell on, they are still suited for the other two spells. The problem is finding a way to experiment on muggle criminals without being detected by the Ministry of Magic.

There is no way they would ignore a large number of muggles developing amnesia. If they tracked muggle deaths at the hands of Death Eaters, they can track that.

Unable to practice the memory spells, I started reading the dueling books. The first few books I read were mostly about practice techniques and how to chain spells together to best compliment each other.

It was nothing groundbreaking, but definitely, something new I wasn't doing previously. After only two days of using the techniques mentioned, I noticed a generous increase in my spell casting. In the time it was taking me to cast five spells, I'm now able to cast eight in the same amount of time.

With more practice, I am sure that will continue to improve.

The other dueling books are more of a dark nature. While they have several techniques to improve casting speed, they mostly focus on deadly spells.

Not just dark spells, but unique ways to turn common charms deadly. What I found most interesting, was the parts that utilize the environment to the wizard's advantage. From manipulating the ground, air, and transfiguring debris to aid you.

After reading through a few of the darker duelist books, I start to realize Dumbledore would be a much more challenging fight than I originally thought. The pure amount of versatility in a duel at Dumbledore's level would be a nightmare.

From what I remember, his duel with Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic was epic. Not only was he silently Apparating around, dodging spells, but there were transfigured statues running around as well.

There's still a loud crack every time I Apparate around the house. How Dumbledore is able to achieve it silently is impressive. I've actually set one of my goals of being about to replicate his performance. 

If it was a match to the death... I would crush Dumbledore quickly. I have far too many lethal spells and Shouts for the old man to deal with.

In a friendly duel, right now, a prolonged battle favors Dumbledore. His experience and adaptability are a huge advantage over most others. While I have my own share of dangerous experiences, I've never faced a battle as complex as what Dumbledore would bring. 

Just thinking about dueling the old man is getting my adrenaline pumping. But that is a dream for another time, I have more work to do tonight.

Tonight is a full moon.

There is a reason Astronomy is taught at Hogwarts. The cycles of the moon and planets can have drastic effects on spells. Spells and rituals cast on a full moon are amplified several times. This is paramount for the success of rituals and overpowering wards. Such as the Gaunt Shack.

Dressed in my full armor, I step outside of my manor. Looking up at a partially covered full moon, I put the mandrake leaf away. 

In order to make the Animagus potion, one must place a mandrake leaf in their mouth in the rays of a full moon. There can't be any clouds blocking your sight of the moon. You have to keep the leaf in your mouth until the next full moon. A full twenty-eight days. If the second full moon isn't visible due to weather, you have to start all over with a new mandrake leaf. 

The mandrake leaf is the most difficult ingredient needed for the Animagus potion. Once the potion is made, one has to wait until a lightning storm to consume it. There is also a daily incantation that needs to be spoken with your wand pointing at your heart at sunrise and sunset of every day. But that is minor compared to keeping a leaf in your mouth for a month.

With the moon partially obscure, I move on to the second task for tonight.

The Gaunt Shack.

Last week, I sent Trixie to Little Hangleton, to locate the Gaunt Shack. It took her two days to locate it. She also brought back news of powerful wards around the condemned building.

Not one to underestimate an enemy, I decided to wait until tonight to bring the wards down. The additional power from the moon should allow me to break whatever wards Voldemort set up.

With a loud crack, I Apparate from my manor. With a slight stumble, I find myself on a grassy incline. I'm still not used to the sudden environment change from Apparating.

Looking further up the incline, I see a modest size thicket of trees. This is where Trixie said the shack is.

It takes me only a few minutes to spot the decrepit building standing in a beam of moonlight. Shack is an accurate word. The entire building is formed from rough lumber. It is rather small to be a home and barely standing. There's even moss covering the roof. At a closer glance, there is a dead snake pinned to the front door. 

Walking closer to the shack, I can begin to feel a magical presence about the area. That should be the defensive wards.

The are two ways to deal with wards. The first way, is by slowly unraveling each layer of the ward until it collapses. 

The second way, and my preferred way, is brute strength. 

I quickly cast my Mind Defense spell and a powerful muggle repellent charm. I don't want to deal with any muggles that come to investigate the light show about to go down.

As an added precaution against muggles, I cast one more spell. I raise both hands to the sky and chant, "Nahlot fin lein!" (silence the world) 

A massive silvery dome takes shape around the area before it disappears. Lowering my hands, I look around. The rustle of trees and the howl of the wind are noticeably absent. There is complete silence. 

Testing the spell, I raise my hand and snap my fingers. Nothing. I watch as I make the snap motion, but fail to produce even the slightest bit of noise. The loss of one of my senses is very disturbing. I don't like it.

Deciding to speed this up, I bring my hands together and fire a concentrated stream of lightning towards the shack. A blood-red transparent dome appears under the torrent of lightning.I maintain the spell for another three seconds before the protective dome begins melting away. 

Ending the lightning, I take in the sight of the unprotected building. Not trusting the ward was the only defense, I plan for another attack. 

Looking at the rotting building, I step closer to the front door. A sudden thought raises my spirits.

In this silent world, I think to myself, 'Little pig, little pig. Let me in, or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll...' Channeling a large amount of Magicka to my throat, I silently shout, 'FUS RO DAH!'

I watch as the Gaunt Shack silently blows apart. Pieces of the house are blown dozens of meters back. Even some of the floorboards are ripped up.

Surveying the damage, I can't help but smile. With a wave of my arm, I end the Silence spell. 

Subtle woodland noises fill my ears, and my smile grows wider. You never know how much you take something for granted until you no longer have it. 

Getting back to business, I begin to use telekinesis to rip the floor up. It doesn't take long before a small golden box is uncovered. Jackpot.

Levitating the box out of the ruins, I set it down on the ground in front of me. With a shield active between myself and the box, I levitate the lid open. 

Laying in a bed of black silk is an old golden ring inset with a polished black stone. The Resurrection Stone.

Repeating my actions with Slytherin's Locket, I quickly move to dispose of another piece of Voldemort's soul. Laying the ring on the ground, I cast multiple protect spells on myself.

Taking a deep breathe, I cast on overpowered Curse Slayer on the ring just before I launch my goblin-silver knive into the band of the ring.

Ready for what happens next, I cast Soul Slayer the moment black fog escapes the ring. Like before, the fog is instantly pulled into a pin sized purple light.

Once the black fog has disappeared, I claim my trophy.

Removing the goblin-silver knife from the band of the ring, I place the knife back in my subspace. Returning my focus back on the ring, I can't detect any foul magics, but there is a lingering feeling of death. 

Unsure if my curse slayer spell nullified the withering curse on the ring, I err on the side of caution.

With a flair of Magicka, I rip the stone from the cursed band. Once I take the octahedron shaped stone in my hand, I can feel a cooling sensation through my glove, and the feeling of death intensifies. Interesting.

Storing the band in my subspace, I Apparate back to my manor.

Gracefully landing on the cobblestones of my garden, I notice the increase of light. Looking up, I am met with the full view of the moon. 

Quickly withdrawing the mandrake leaf from my subspace, I place it in my mouth. The first step to becoming an Animagus has been taken. Moving the rough leaf to the inside of my cheek, I step inside my manor. 

Moving through my manor, I can feel eyes following me. Looks like Trixie waited up for me. Best elf ever.

Once back in my training hall, I open my fist to gaze at the Resurrection Stone. The slightest feeling of death, can be felt. 

I'm not sure if this was made by one of the Peverell brothers or by Death, but it's not something to be taken lightly.  

Unsure how to use the Resurrection Stone, I gather Magicka into my hands and concentrate on the person I want to see. 

An illuminated stream suddenly pours out of the stone and takes the form of an older man in a lab coat. The man doesn't seem as solid as a real person, but far less transparent than a ghost. 

An intrigued look covers the scientist's face as he curiously looks about. Finally setting his eyes on me, he slowly looks me over. With an echoing tone, the man asks, "Was ist das? Wo bin ich?"

"Speak English Dr. Erskine," I slowly tell the figure before me.

"What is this? Where am I," Abraham Erskine asks? A sudden look of shock overcomes him.

Squinting my eyes at his reaction, I quickly come to a conclusion. With an authoritative tone, "Dr. Erskine, I want you to say, Steve Rogers."

"Steve Roger," Abraham Erskine immediately states. The look of shock morphs to confusion and fright.

Just as I thought. He can't refuse me. Oh, this is useful.

Conjuring a padded armchair behind me, I take a seat. Once comfortable, I look into Abraham Erskine's eyes. "Dr. Erskine, tell me everything about your Super Soldier Serum."

A man pulled into the multiverse by a cosmic being, and made into the physical form of his Skyrim character.

Sent into a crossover universe of Harry Potter and the MCU, follow along as the newly formed Breton tries to gain the power to break free of the cosmic being.

*Disclaimer*
I do not own the rights to MCU, Harry Potter, or Skyrim. I own nothing.

After the familiar dizziness left Lucien, he saw many creepy red flowers in front of him. The sea of flowers in red was boundless.
Sensing the smell of a living thing, the flowers gradually bloomed, petal by petal, and the inner blood and flesh were revealed. The flesh was moving! Like a heart, the center of the flowers could beat!
Seeing the flowers, Lucien's heart missed a beat. He knew how dangerous these flowers were! However, soon he calmed himself down since he was standing in Rhine's garden, after all. Lucien started to cast a creepy and mysterious spell.
Once the spell was cast, the beautiful but ominous flowers gently swung back and forth as if they were welcoming Lucien, and then the flowers quickly turned into countless tiny red bugs and retreated like the fall of the tide, leaving the black land in the middle.
Lucien was curious, wondering how to define those creatures. Were they flowers, or bugs? He had never read anything like this in any books. As an arcanist who was crazy with all kinds of arcana studies, Lucien almost tried to catch a few of the bugs for future experiment…
However, he had a job to do. He walked out of the magic circle and through the gate of the hall following the black path revealed. After Lucien left, the tiny blood-colored bugs quickly gathered again and returned to the form of the eerie beautiful flowers. The flowers smelled incredibly sweet, making one feel very dizzy and soggy in his limbs.
Lucien immediately cast a filtering bubble to keep away the unpleasant sweet smell.
However, the red ocean suddenly boiled and leaned toward Lucien aggressively, like countless ghosts and zombies trying to grab him with their rotten pale arms. 
Lucien did not expect that the flowers, or bugs, were this sensitive to magic waves! He tried his best to stop himself from casting more spells to protect himself, and instead just simply let the petals gently sweep on his face. Lucien felt a bit itchy and numb.
Although no further magic waves could be detected, the furious red ocean was not going to calm itself down. Surrounding Lucien, the ocean was roaring.
With the help of his Holm Crown ring, Lucien stayed very calm and completely ignored the dangerous and horrible scene.
Although he had no idea how powerful these flowers or bugs were, he had decided to be very careful with everything in this castle.
In a pretended calm manner, Lucien walked out of the red ocean and stepped on the path connecting to the gate of the castle.
Two rows of tall trees were planted beside the road, and pieces of semi-withered yellow leaves were swirling to the ground. The beautiful scenery in front of this dark, gloomy castle was like what Lucien was used to seeing in Gesu District in Aalto.
When Lucien was walking toward the gate, suddenly, the rows of eyes on the trunk of the trees opened, revealing a sharp contrast of black and white. Lucien's figure was reflected in every single pupil, but some of the eyes looked confused, some were calm and peaceful, some angry, and some cold…
The eyes were all staring at Lucien. Sweat formed on his forehead, and he knew that this time the trees were the real scarlet trees. The last time Lucien saw these trees was in his dream. As what he saw in his dream was based on his imagination, the trees in the dream were quite different from the real ones.
Not many of these magic trees could manage to grow mature, but once they grew up, the trees were of the power of a senior-rank mage, and like the Beholders, the trees could shoot out many rays. Also, the scarlet trees could drain one's blood and produce illusions.
Although wearing many great magic items, Lucien was confident that he could deal with one or two scarlet trees and turn them into some good magic materials. However, there were two rows of them!
Under the gaze of the trees, Lucien walked step by step and finally reached the gate of the castle.
When Lucien's feet touched the smooth and hard floor, he released a sigh of relief. It was such a torture walking through the crowd of horrible creatures, although Rhine had told him the spell to protect himself.
Before Lucien raised his right hand, a deep voice came from the inside of the castle.
"I feel master's mark on you."
"Yes, Mr. Rhine sent me here to pick up a few items," said Lucien, short and brief. Once he was recognized by the alchemical life in the castle, the rest of the mission should be of no risk.
The deep voice responded, "I'm Castle Mikhalik. Password, please."
"Kilahkim," answered Lucien. He realized that the password was simply the retrography of the name of the alchemical life. Lucien had to say that this was not creative at all.
"Distinguished guest, please," the gate of the castle slowly opened, and the elegant and well-decorated main hall was revealed. "Except for the controlling core, energy room, and the base of the treasury vault, you can go anywhere you wish."
…
In the study loaded with all the different kinds of books, Lucien cast the spell Rhine taught him and, at the same time, he formed the spiritual power in the shape of a sharp spine and fiercely stabbed it at the quill pot.
The quill pot lit up with a layer of dim light and started to make a cracking sound. When the pot retreated, a black hole was revealed.
After carefully checking around, Lucien took several items using Mage's Hand out from the hole. There was a mini-statue of a Sphinx, a filthy bloody ball, a Broom Brooch, and a clown mask with a ridiculous smile on it.
"Transformation Mask, a level nine middle-rank magic item. The wearer can transform oneself into any creatures of the same gender, but cannot carry on the creatures' talents. With the corresponding blood sample, the wearer can become another person completely."
Lucien studied the mask using his spiritual power and found that so far the mask had recorded seven thousand eight hundred and ninety-five kinds of blood, and it was up to the wearer which one to pick.
"The power of transformation came from the blood, therefore, even a legendary archmage can be deceived without carefulness. The wearer's spiritual power or willpower has to be close to senior-rank, or the wear would go crazy.
"Very often, identity works better than magic! From: A mind-split, anonymous sorcerer."
Lucien got to know the complete information about the mask with the spell, Identification. And for the rest of the three items, he could only tell that they contained some kind of mysterious and ambiguous supernatural power, and each of them was different from the other. They were the items for activating the three magic circles.
Putting the mask and the three items into the pouch, Lucien recorded some of the books in the study in his spirit library. Rhine always called himself the Observer of History, and Lucien was certain that there were some interesting books here.
It took Lucien a while to record the books, as he did not want Mikhalik to notice his special ability. Lucien recorded fifty of the books after six hours.
…
The shining gems, gold coins of different time periods, brand-new knight armors, many magic robes, weapons, and magic items dazzled Lucien's eyes. Rhine's collection consisted of all the more precious items!
Among the many extraordinary items, most of them were of senior-rank, but the level nine, ten and legendary items were obviously stored in the basement of the treasury.
After careful selection, and after making a lot of difficult decisions, Lucien finally picked out a scroll and a belt.
The eighth-circle magic scroll, Night Travel.
Health Belt, the level eight high-rank magic item. The wearer would be immune to disease, poison, negative energy, and magic spells that could sicken the target.
"Health is the key to life. From: White Philosophy."
The scroll could make Space Lock invalid, thus it would be very useful for escaping. Since Time Travel was the talent magic of vampires, arcanists had not figured out a way to copy it. Lucien was planning on studying the scroll and using it at the most crucial moment.
Furthermore, the belt was also very powerful.
After leaving his spiritual mark in the belt, Lucien looked at the shelf where all the magic staffs were stored. He was about to pick a good one for himself. The one he had right now was still a level two magic staff, which did not really match his rank.
When Lucien was having a hard time making up his mind, he saw a very ordinary-looking sword on the shelf beside it. The sword looked so plain with its wood cross guard.
Lucien was curious why Rhine would keep such an ordinary sword in his collection. Thus, he quickly cast Identification on the sword. When he received the message, Lucien was shocked:
"Pale Justice, level eight, perfect rank, extraordinary sword. When facing evil creatures, including evil spirits, demons and devils, the sword can become a rank one legendary weapon. The person who wields this sword is immune to fear, charm, ferocity, and helplessness, and each hacking and attacking can hit the target as guided by justice. The person has to at least have the power of a level six radiant knight to pick up the sword of justice."
"Justice can be pale, especially when compared to other kinds of radiant powers, but justice is everywhere, and it applies to everyone and everything. Be it on the battlefields or in the farming fields, justice is everywhere."
Lucien heard of this famous sword before!


"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.

1 September, 1964, King Cross.    
The King cross station was bustling with people rushing here and there ,probably trying to catch their train ,Blair ignored them ,Walking calmly towards Platform number 9 while dragging his large trunk with him. He was in a great mood as today was the day he was going back to Hogwarts , He has been wating for this day from the moment he departed for his summer holidays. Holidays were bland as always there was nothing to do ,Most of the time he would read the old Leather book and practise wand movement ,He tried asking for lawn mowing to the neighbours to earn some money. But the other orphans had already beaten him in that area. He had visited Digaon Alley only one time in this 2 months of holidays and that was for buying his second year school supplies.
        He reached in front of the entrance to platform 9⅓ And walked directly through the wall. He didn't notice a thin Black haired girl looking a bit suprised by his sudden disapperiance in the wall.
        As soon as he reached the platform ,He took out his Black spiral wand ,Gave it a flick before muttering "Wingardam leviosa", the trunk began to levitate in the air, he gave it an another flick and muttered "deleo-plumbumsequi" His trunk began to follow him like a tale. This is one of the spells he had learned from the old leather book, it makes a levitating object follow you around. Even though there are well know alternatives for this particular spell ,He preferred this one because it was quite easy to cast.
              After finding an empty compartment He sat down and started reading his second year potion book. This was the only book left to read as He already knew all of the charms and spells taught in the second year syllabus. He could successfully cast majority of the spells from his compiled list, the only exceptions were Reducto and the Patronus charm. The problem with the first spell was that he didn't have that much control over his magic to cast this high level spell, As for the Patronus charm, The main thing needed to cast this spell is that you need a happy memory, it is fueled By the so called Love. Which was the area unknown to him , He didn't have any happy memories or a feeling of love to fuel this spell. The solution to this problem was mentioned in the leather book, someone have to place a fake memory in his pool of memories using mind arts. Blair would never allow anyone to enter his mind ,even if he is surrounded by thousands of dementors.
               As he was reading the book ,He heard the compartment door open.
   "Excuse me can I please sit here ,Everywhere else is full"
                          Blair tore his eyes away from the book towards the soft voice ,He saw a Black haired girl standing in the door ,Calmly looking at him with her dark Blue eyes. There was a hint of loneliness hidden in those eyes, It reminded Blair about his own eyes ,When he looked in the mirror. Blair decided to ignore it and just nodded to her before going back to reading his potion book. 
             The girl looked at his book before taking out her own book and started reading it, They didn't exchanged a single word in their entire trip ,Both immersed in their own books ,Hours later a voice of a prefect came from outside suggesting everyone to change their cloths as they were 5 minutes away from their destination. Blair didn't need to change his cloths ,as he had already changed them As soon as he boarded the train ,But the Girl was still wearing a worn downed shirt and a jeans . Blair packed up His things and went out of the compartment to give her some privacy. 
              As the train stopped ,Blair went towards the carriage parking area ,As instructed by the school. He sat in a carriage with three second year Gryffindor who were looking at him with caution ,Probably because of his Green clock. They talked among themselves ,Ignoring Blair as the carriage went towards the castle.
               The teachers were all seated on their respective chairs, But an unfamiliar man was sitting on DADA Chair. He was a tall man with long Black hair resting on his shoulders ,Calm Blue eyes and a sturdy build body. He was having a discussion with Professor Flitwick.
                        First year students began to enter the hall through the giant door .Blair sat in the corner of the Slytherin table ,Away from other Slythrins and near the Great Hall door. He was reading his potion book as he knew that it was going to take a while to sort every single First year students.
           Blair Heard someone calling out loud 'Mudblood', He thought they were calling for him, With a sigh he looked towards the voice ,just to see that the voice wasn't directed towards him ,But towards the Black haired Girl he met in the train compartment. Looking at her expression of disbelief Blair gave a sign before going back to reading his book. 
              After the sorting ceremony, Dumbledore gave his same weird speech Before introducing their new DADA teacher Professor Steward ,Professor Marrythought retired last year due to her old age. The change in teacher didn't effect Blair as he mostly read his own books instead of paying attention in the class. He only paid attention in 2 classes and that was Potions and transfiguration.
          His new dorm room was an exact copy of his last year room, The only difference was the view of the Black Lake through the window . Blair arranged his things in the room before going to sleep, Wondering about things to do the next day 
   
                 
          
 
          
         
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Mudblood they say, I will show everyone what a Mudblood can do .



(I know ,I know my summary Sucks ass, Comment a Summary and if it is good I will replace it with my summary)

Mana manipulation proficiency increased.

Level 13/100

 Interesting, the books that I am currently reading delved into the aspects of mana and magic control, it is quite easy actually. Mostly it related to all the books and stories I have read, yet only differed a bit. Mana control and manipulation requires imagination, mainly focus, and a lot of it, to create fire you not only need to fully understand the properties of fire you will also need to depict and imagine an exact shape.

Like the book says, though the easiest fire spell is candle flame, to mimic it, it will require a lot of concentration, first of all, fire is motion, the rapid movement of molecules aided with the combustion of oxygen to accelerate their movement, with the addition of other variables will create flame, this is the first step. Creation

The second step is maintenance, creating the flame can be a bit tricky but it is not as difficult as maintenance, the focus is increased, and the continuity of concentration is required in order to 'Feed' the flame mana. And lastly execution or ejection, I have been doing these things unconsciously, when I was using the skills I learnt back in hell, every skill required these things to be done. So I asked myself how I was able to use them even though I didn't know the basics of mana manipulation.

I found the answer here in this book, skills, acquired ones, learned or given thanks to achievements, are automatically itched into the brain so that the moment the user summons the spell all the steps are executed thanks to the system's aid. However, if one wishes to create a skill of their own, or mimic a skill of which they have no knowledge of, they will need to do these steps manually until the system recognizes their effort and creates the skill for them…

 

So to get stronger with magic, not only one will need to be extremely smart to cast high leveled skills, they will also need to be really hardworking to make the system acknowledge their efforts.

The wisdom and intelligence states comes in hand with this, intelligence passively increases the damage of every spell, sorcery or magic. While also increases the potency of heals and shields and the like. Wisdom makes casting spells less strenuous on the mind, thus one with high wisdom can cast numerous and complicated spells, only a balance between the two states will bring optimal results…

This was quite the informative read, I learned the baseline of sorcery and magic thanks to a book, delving deeper into this will probably give me more insight on the matter, though I intended on studying more, I had an unexpected visitor.

The butler or Balthazar, as he is named, came in and asked me to follow him. I was summoned by the demon king to her residence…it seems that I will be visiting the royal palace soon. I gathered my things and proceeded into putting back the books where they belonged, yet the butler said

"You can keep those books, they are just copies, I can even recommend more books for you seeing your thirst for knowledge." He said

"Thank you for the offer, I will make sure to repay you someday"

"Your display against the council today was payment enough…" he said

Words I didn't understand the meaning of at first…yet their gravity soon made everything much clearer later on.

I walked with the butler, not near the Shranvur's exit, but deeper inside the establishment, right next to where the summoning session happened this morning, there was a room with a gateway inside…an enormous circular object, linked to the ground by shining stones, it was filled with runes and magic formulas, and the center of the portal was a liquid like substance…it looked similar to the well that took me from the palace of Asmodeus to the circle of truth where Kronos resided…

Teleportation magic…

I inspected the gate to know more about it

Cross gate

(Ancient relic)

Enables transport from location to location, destination and place of sending need to be on the same wavelength and operate via the same code to enables the exchange.

 

Quite simple…

The butler got closer to a small rising stone and infused it with magic, a small magic circle appeared and he began pressing on it, like if it was a holographic image with buttons on it.

The water like liquid changed from its transparent like nature, to portray an image. The image was that of a room with a red carpet, embryo with gold and walls of black stone.

The butler was the first to go inside, so I followed him suit. It took a single moment, I even feared that my clothes would get wet, but it seems that it is not regular water. The trip was instantaneous, I didn't feel any headache or dizziness like I would have thought. It was quite well made to be honest…

Following the butler I saw that the room we were in was inside the black palace. It was filled with amazing displays of art and old pottery. It looked nice, and home friendly.

Maids and servants were minding their own business, each taking care of their personal task, the house or palace was well organized and well taken care of. Nothing related to the dreadfulness and horrific rumors of told stories about demon kings' habitat.

We reached a great room within the palace. It was a room with an enormous table in the middle, adorned with all kinds of decoration, black knight armors on the side with monster heads pinned on the walls, the table had plates with covers on them, while candles were illuminating the room thanks to being held on a giant chandelier, it hosted more than a hundred candle that burned with fervor.

Five figures were inside the room without counting the maids.

The demon king on the side of the table, the three girls, me and the butler.

I don't know why I was invited to dine with them, but it seems that Lilith needs a word…

I sat opposed to her, on the other side of the table while the girls all sat on the wider side of it.

The food was served rather elegantly, the maids pulled the covered plates revealing the delicious looking result of an incredible chef. Meat of the finest quality half cooked served mixed with mashed potatoes and a blissfully smelling sauce.

Yet I didn't feel hungry at all…

"Why did you bring me here?" I said fully excluding myself from the company of the girls, thought Haruka had never done anything bad to me, I still feel apprehensive of them at the moment…not in a way that I am afraid, no, but rather, I am feeling uncomfortable with them…these are people that I had nothing but hatred towards a few days ago…now everything I felt was lost, I can still treat them as slaves, but a part of me really hates the idea…it seems that I am still capable of human emotions…what an annoying thing to feel…

"I need to verify something Daiki. What is your agenda?"

"Simple. Once I get the magic to take us back to earth, I will make sure to pay my former classmates a visit. Slavery or death, they will get to choose one of the two results, yet for some, only death is an option."

Did you ever wonder that there might be another world? a world where magic exists? A world where dragons, devils, gods and more.

Well, our Mc thought that those worlds were but the fantasy of crazed writers, and would only read about them in books and stories.
However, he was transported to such a world, he and his classmates. A world where the laws made by men were easily bent, where life itself was not worth the pebbles on the roads.
Betrayed by his classmates and offered as an unholy sacrifice, Daiki finds himself in hell, bound to eternal torment and destitution, forced to undergo hideous torments for sins he has yet to commit, Daiki swears to bring down the ones responsible over his demise.

The story 'truly' starts with the journey to hell and its seven circles, it is but the beginning of an event that will shake the heavens.

"I shall bring the divine to their knees and call upon the requiem...For it is my task...and my revenge."

(World mythology is included in this story, from Christian: like the fallen angels. The four horsemen the princes of hell, even Celtic, Indian, African, Greek, Hebrew, Egyptian and more. A lot of mythologies have been included in this story to add to its complexity and beauty, I hope you are a fan of old myths, this story is filled with them)

Before you start reading the reviews i advise you to read for yourself first, positive or negative reviews might give you a wrong pre based idea on the story, many great stories in this website have horrible reviews and many poor stories have positive ones, you are the judge of your choice don't let others make you refuse a story just because their opinion of it is different of yours.

Btw I am a non-native speaker and have self-taught myself English. So if you find mistakes please help me with proofing.

If you are still wondering about the importance of a trivialty of Lord Black having a Grim as an animagus form, then let me enlighten you about the groundbreaking ripples this small bit of information may cause. One simply, because all animagus forms till now were just simple mundane animals. So either Lord Black is someone very special, which I very highly doubt, or he is privy to some bit of information, I myself did not find after scavenging books after books and meeting so many other wizards. I determined that this would be my next goal, collect magical animagus forms around the world. So I cast Legilimens on Lord Black and extract every last bit and chunk of information storing it for later. Under the effect of Draught of Living Death, all their shields were down, making it very easy for me to intrude. I then browsed through his 63 years of life and found he had the book of ritual for magical animagus in the family library charmed under Fidelius along with some important relics. 
This tid bit information helped me, because I did not think there was any secret stash hidden magically, but it makes sense. Lily Potter was a smart witch, but not the first one to think of Fidelius charm. Though it takes skill, and the larger the object to be hidden, and the more people who already knew about it, the greater the energy drawn for the spell. I always wondered why Voldemort did not put the word Horcrux and it's information under Fidelius and let Bellatrix be the secret keeper or a snake, so that he can no longer share it with anybody else. But if there are a lot of people who know the information and it is only the British who are ignorant, then such a feat would not be possible. 
Now I went through the already raided houses, and found quite a few stashes of their heirlooms, cursed and enchanted books, ritual tomes, scrolls and parchments. After looting it all. I looked through a dusty tome which was said to possess the Ritual information for the Magical Animagus transformation.
I read each section of the ritual carefully, and saw how different it was from the common animagus ritual known. The common one required, to either by a potion or meditation, explore about your inner animal. Then to hold a mandrake leaf in your mouth for a month chanting at sunset and sunrise for a month Then on a Full Moon night, put the mandrake leaf infused with your saliva in a prepared potion. If the potion changed colour to white milky, then it was done correctly, otherwise Repeat the whole shebang. And if the potion was correct then on the stroke of a lightning,  keep chanting mentally as you consume the potion. And done you get a mundane animal as your animal form.
The Ritual for Magical Animagus form was different. You select a magical creature and concentrate on its form, meditating upon it's features and abilities for fifteen days from the New Moon to Full Moon. After that you put your intent in your patronus to take the shape of that creature. All of this is done in a ritual circle, where each focus point of the ritual circle has an item associated with the element to which the creature belongs. The item could also be a rune stone, which has a spell associated with the element. The creature itself has to be selected, and to declare them as chosen you must pose a challenge to it on a night of Samh'ain. Once you challenge the creature, you must defeat it or subdue it, purely with your magic without the aid of your weapons which also includes your wand. Once you defeat it, you use the essence of the defeated creature in the ritual to be performed before the Samh'ain ends, thar is before it is past twelve. And voìla, you get your own magical animagus form. 
As it appears, the House Black has prided itself of the Magical Animagus ritual, about which only the Head of the House, and his immediate Heir knows about. They learnt about it from a Shaman in the jungles of South America some 340 years ago. And since they are House Black, the heads all have the Grim as their Animagus form. It seems, that since they constantly choose the same form, some of their abilities are also passed on to the next generation, because of which they are black hair and black eyes, which while not uncommon, is very distinct among the Black Family members. Also this may be why Sirius Black had a dog animagus form, yet it appeared closer to a Grim, without actually its magical properties, it was Family Magic at play.
Hmm, you learn something new everyday!

Skilled Tooling alchemists usually set up detailed plans before creating alchemy items. They needed a long time to do researches and preparations before finally proceeding with the item itself.
Innovation, talent, insight, and technique… These were all essential factors to make an alchemy item. Without them, one could only copy the ways of ancestors.
Many alchemists spent their lives in this field without making much achievement. People with less innovative ideas could never create new inventions while those who managed to find inspiration often failed to become successful in the end. Rather, their inspiration could go wild and prevent them from using well-balanced materials which could cause terrible results such as exploding experiments.
This was why there were very few alchemists in the world and even fewer talented ones.
Angor never considered how long he would walk down this path. The only thing on his mind, for now, was to recreate an Earth weapon by using alchemy.
There were many data saved in Jon's hologram tablet. However, data about weapons only took up a small part of them.
Jon was a botany researcher who was not interested in aggressive weapons in the slightest. The few limited 3D printer weapon blueprints in the tablet were most copied by him from random places on the Internet when he tried out his new printer as a university student.
There were both blueprints for cold weapons and simple firearms. Angor aimed for the latter. He did not plan to go for something complicated from the start. So, he decided to make cold weapons first for practice.
Besides, he needed time to get used to how to use various materials.
 …
After getting a vague idea about the theories, Angor began reading about the spells specifically used in Tooling.
He disregarded any high-level or powerful spells that he could not learn and looked for level-0 and level-1 cantrips.
And he only found five of them: [Level-0 cantrip: Thaw], [Level-0 cantrip: Condense], [Level-1 cantrip: Smelt], [Level-1 cantrip: Freeze], [Level-1 cantrip: Magic Barrier].
Thaw: Preheat materials for some time using a fixed magic frequency in order to melt down materials and change their shape. 
This spell was usually used in long processes. The temperature would get very high which meant that the user had to always stay alert and in full concentration.
Condense: As the name suggested, the spell would lower the temperature to finalize the shape of materials.
These were the only two level-0 cantrips. For level-1 ones such as Smelt and Freeze, they were basically powered-up versions of Thaw and Condense. They did a faster and better job in creating correct models out of materials.
Magic Barrier was a defensive spell which required a long time to cast and with a short effective duration. The spell was used to prevent accidents such as explosions during alchemy processes. 
Angor believed that once he recovered from the magic backfire, he probably could only use two level-0 cantrips, so he chose to focus on them.
After memorizing the key points for the two cantrips, Angor suddenly realized that he had only been reading the books from Sunders' collection. He needed to check if the alchemy books in the Nightmare Realm contained anything different.
He proceeded with his idea right away. In the other folders in his hologram, he found the pages introducing cantrips in the book Basic Alchemy.
Thaw, Condense, Smelt… These were no different from the ones he just read. Angor turned a page and kept reading. Freeze, Magic Barrier…
His eyes brightened up when he saw a Tooling spell which was never mentioned in Sunders' books.
[Blacken].
"Huh… it doesn't have a level?"
While puzzled at how the spell did not require a level, Angor began reading about the spell.
In ancient times, alchemists belonged to various powerful factions. One of the factions was called Mortality Sect, which was led by Odorus. It was an extremely mysterious sect among all alchemy factions. Alchemists from there believed in "death and resurrection". They regarded the color of black as the primal chaos that gave birth to everything.
According to Odorus, black was the real color. It contained all different colors in itself and was the true origin of them.
Mortality alchemists pursued black. To them, black meant death, and blackening also meant resurrection.
Blackening something would render all elements dead and turn them into another form of existence: the dark matter.
Dark matter was a decomposed remain that did not have any radiation or metallic properties. It represented a new form of substance when metal "died".
The Blacken spell was used to render all substances into dark matter and create new, sometimes unique, properties for them.
Thaw changed material's shape while Blacken changed its property of existence.
The book did not say anything about the results brought by such changes. Angor's knowledge told him that everything was double-sided. Blacken had to have its merits and drawbacks, and he could only find them out after practical experiments.
According to the book, the Blacken spell did not have a level because the amount of substance which would become blackened depended on the caster's mana pool.
More mana meant something would get more thoroughly blackened, or even entirely blackened into dark matter, while insufficient mana would bring inferior results. Since the amount of mana was the only requirement, any wizard could use this spell. This included someone like Angor, who had just barely become an apprentice.
Angor managed to comprehend the overall idea of Blacken spell. As for trying it out for real, he had to wait out his condition and do experiments on it.
Still, Angor was confident of the rarity of this spell.
He read about a concept in many alchemy books; it was easy to change the shape of something but very difficult to change its natural property.
There were alchemy spells that altered the property of something, but all of them were intended for wizards. "Property change" was already something close to the very core of alchemy. Of course, there was no hope for low-level alchemists to learn something like that.
Yet… the Blacken spell bypassed this rule. This was never possible in the field of alchemy today!
Now, Angor was really curious about the true identity of the warden of Stairs of Hanging Prison. Singularity Dispersive Meditation was already a huge surprise. Now Angor just found another surprise; Blacken, which was merely something recorded in a basic alchemy book. Angor was wondering what awaited him in the more advanced books.
 …
The discovery of Blacken spell kept Angor excited for a while.
Soon, he calmed his mind and focused on other plans.
For example, in the coming days, he planned to study theories about a spell combination and learned these spells after his mind space recovered.
Spell combination meant a specific arrangement of spells.
There were many spells available to wizards. Apprentices could find dozens of thousands of cantrips to learn. And if self-made spells were taken into consideration, such as "Remove Dampness" and "Create Water" which Angor named several days ago, there would be millions of spells beyond.
A spell combination meant to choose several selected ones from all the spells to use.
Generally speaking, a combination consisted of four types of spells: assault, enhancement, control, and recovery.
Of course, different wizards might have different ideas about their combinations. Someone preferred using defensive spells or even detection ones. There was no fixed rule about how to choose a combination. The key point was how the wizard used the spells in different situations.
For example, choices for control spells included Frost, Grease, and Flash. In actual combats, wizards had to know how to apply these spells effectively. An apprentice who learned a correct combination was able to deal with most situations.
However, studying combinations was usually a preferred tactic for apprentices only. Especially since they did not have enough time, effort, and mana to learn many additional spells. Apprentices could only master a few spells while wizards did not have such a problem.
Combinations also had their weakness. Predictable spells were easily countered by opponents. For example, Monarch of Eternal Freeze only knew how to cast Frost. A Bloodline wizard or someone adept at fire spells could easily break his trick apart.
This was why spell combinations only worked for apprentices in general.
Angor also planned to get a combination, but he never intended to set such a restriction for himself. The reason why he still wanted to learn a combination was to prepare himself for the challenges at Sky Tower. In other words, this was an emergency effort when he did not have much time to do much else.
Instead of following typical combinations, Angor gave up on learning any assault spells. He only focused on finding control and defense ones.
Once he got his alchemy weapon, he would rely on the weapon to attack people. He only had to prevent enemies from getting too close as well as watch out for long-range cantrip attacks.
Grease, Flash, Ice Wall, Optic Confusion… Angor listed the spells he needed and slowly memorized their fundamentals.
Three days went by quickly.
He had almost finished setting his combination. The main focus of the combination was to stop anyone from approaching. If it failed, he could use Optic Confusion to hide. And if that did not work either, he had Toby to help.
Once he successfully learned these spells and created his alchemy weapon, it would be time to finally challenge the tower.
Angor's mind space still did not recover by the time he almost finished learning the spells. Thus, he had to choose something else to study.
During his time, Nausica and Sailum came looking for him and invited him to do quests together and earn merit points. However, Angor refused by using his condition as an excuse.
With nothing better to do, Angor took out the information about seeded participants in Sky Tower that he received from Dave.


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

Stephanie only wished Professor Hund was a little more competent, at least then she wouldn't have to be wasting the hundred points he had given her, learning something she would have otherwise learned in class.

The Library seemed to be completely empty apart from a librarian who Stephanie thought had to be an NPC—the Librarian just seemed so unreal—and Stephanie herself.

"Finally," she breathed as she found the book she was searching for.

If someone had told Stephanie that a day would come when she would visit a library without being forced, she would have rolled her eyes and probably laughed. But now as she held the leather-bound book in her hands, she couldn't help but frown. 

Books reminded her of her mother. Someone she shouldn't be thinking about unless she wanted to cry in no time. 

Whenever she thought of her mother, she thought of fire. Its colored flames devouring anything in its path with unbelievable hunger. Insatiable. Impossible. 

Whenever she thought of her mother, she remembered her father. And then all she would be able to feel is a deep rooted anger and hate. Hate for the man who had abandoned her and her mother. The very hate that threatened to make her abandon life as it currently was. 

Then when things got really bad, she would think about the very last words her mother had uttered.

'...remember Stephanie, no matter what happens, you have to be the best. Always be number one.'

Clutching the book to her chest, and staring at her black combat boots, Stephanie made her way to a section of the library that would keep her hidden.

She bumped into someone,

As she raised her head and recognized who she had bumped into, Stephanie couldn't help but feel angry. Not at the person but herself. Not at the very person who threatened her mother's last words, but at her weak self for making it happen.

Without as much as a word of apology whatsoever, she clambered away, constantly repeating to herself.

"I would be number one. I'd always be number one."

Nessa couldn't do anything but watch as Stephanie walked away shaking her head and holding a book like it was a lifeline. She had been idly walking to the bookshelves when she bumped into Stephanie.

Nessa partly blamed herself. She hadn't been looking where she was going; instead she silently wondered why Professor Avery had been so reluctant to help her.

She constantly replayed what the professor had said.

'I can't help you, at least not directly, not yet.'

But still, the more Nessa thought about it, the more she felt like grey hairs were replacing the black locks on her head.

Thinking is bad, she reminded herself as she made her way to the bookshelves. After moments of browsing, Nessa finally picked out a brown leather bound book and returned the way she had just come to a section of the library she thought no one would go to. 

Surprise became evident on her face the moment she saw Stephanie there too. She bit back a curse and went farther down the aisle sitting a few paces behind Stephanie.

Nessa spent what must have been hours reading the book. With satisfaction, she finally closed it. She finally understood. All Professor Hund had said was right, albeit ill explained. 

Nessa breathed deeply as she tried to sort through her thoughts. What she had just read in the book. She finally understood why it was easy for her to cast darkness magic. It was because her Ki flowed in the same pattern as darkness itself.

Everything in the world has Ki and everything is made up of a combination of the six elements. Each element in its own nature has its own Ki pattern, just like mages have their own Ki pattern.

The reason why it was easy for Nessa to cast darkness magic was because her Ki flowed in a pattern that 
resembled the pattern of darkness.

But that didn't mean that she needed to change her Ki pattern to cast a different element. It merely meant that she needed to adjust her flow-rate.

If she wanted to manipulate that very element in nature however, although she needs to adjust her flow rate, she would also have to take control of the element's own Ki.

What Nessa still didn't understand was what it meant to take control of the element's own Ki. Plus, if magic could be this simplified, why had Professor Hund insisted that certain elements are more easily manipulated in nature, than cast?

Not willing to rest until she knew everything, Nessa stood and made her way back to the bookshelves. This time she picked at least three books that she thought would help her.

Moments later as she walked towards her seat, she locked eyes with Stephanie. Behind her eyes, Nessa could see notthing but fury and extreme determination. 

'Gosh,' Nessa thought, 'Now I understand what it means for your fundamental element to be fire.'

Unwilling to waste any more time, she made her way to her seat. Her butt had barely touched the leather seat, when she opened the first book and started reading. It didn't take long before she discarded it and branded it useless, at least for now. The book kept talking about how it was easier to weave high end spells for group A elements than group B elements—not what Nessa was searching for.

A moment later another book was opened in front of her, and faster than the previous one, she discarded the book tagging it beyond useless.

The third book however, was a lot more useful. After five minutes of reading, Nessa already understood why it was easier to manipulate group B elements than cast them.

It is simply because,  the elements' Ki are easier to manipulate than even an individual's own Ki unless the individual had a pattern similar to that element. Whereas it was the exact opposite for group A elements.

Nessa thought back to the time Professor Hund had turned out all the candles in the classroom. Although she couldn't notice it then, now she could have sworn that she saw beads of sweat on Professor Hund's face.

Fire was a group A element, meaning it was easier for the Professor to manipulate his Ki (like making a fireball) than to manipulate the fire Ki (which was how he had turned off the candles.)

Nessa smiled as understanding shone on every portion of her face. If what she had discovered was true, it meant that even easier than making a dark energy ball, she should be able to manipulate darkness itself. All she needed to know was how exactly, she needed to manipulate darkness Ki.

Nessa made multiple attempts to try changing the form of shadows, but she could have as well been trying to light the night sky with a candle. Seemingly not satisfied, Nessa picked up the second book again, to see if there would be tips on how to control the world's Ki.

Just as she was about to begin reading, a hand appeared over the book. Nessa traced the hand up its arm, until her eyes landed on its owner's face.

Stephanie looked even more alert than she normally did. When she spoke, the words poured like several oceans on a beach. With so much authority. 

Nessa was tempted to say yes to what Stephanie had just demanded. The words still rang clear in her mind

"I challenge you to a duel?"

Nessa is a young paranoid girl who has no time for useless romance and cares about no-one but herself and her family. She's given a seemingly harmless gift which ends up changing her world as she knows it. Literally. 

Stuck in a different world with nothing but her wits and her brother, Nessa struggles to complete a game and escape a world filled magic, monsters and self made villains so she can return to reality. She soon finds out that this is indeed more than just a game and she was nothing more than a pawn in the hands of people far stronger than she was. 

Warning: 
Despite the fact that the mc is female, she's neither a hero nor a villain. She's the most paranoid and untrusting person you might ever meet. So if you're looking for a story where the mc swooshes in to save the day every single time, I'm sorry this is not your read.

Release Rate:
One chapter per day 

Aim:
To write a story my fans would love. 

I'd really love to know if I'm doing just that so, assuming you're reading this story, would yiu dropping a review when I hit the fiftieth chapter.

*Author bows and drops his mic or pen or fingers...whatever*

Thanks.

Starting from the twentieth chapter there would be clues in the Author's thought, that gives minor spoilers to events in the future.

I was made to apologize but I refused to do so because I did nothing wrong. Screw her, I have nothing to apologize for and I am not bowing my head to someone else who is weaker than myself. 

= "I will not lower my head to someone who is in the wrong. Such a foolish act is something should only be done by buffoons who have no spine." =

I refused to apologize and Solstice insisted on making me apologize, we were now stuck in a loop that will not be resolved until one of us bends. The person who will bend over will not be me. 

Solstice was angered by my actions and punished me by staying in the orphanage's library where the books and knowledge book was kept. I was ecstatic by this punishment.

Solstice wanted to have the three boys I punished follow me in the library, I think she is hoping to see if we can work things out. I think that would be an impossible task. Or something on that line. 

= "You boys will be spending the night together in the library and reflect on what you did. Try to escape and you will get no breakfast." =

I was led in a library and the three boys followed me. Solstice asked us to get along before leaving us alone. I threatened the three to not make a ruckus else I will make them shut their mouths. 

Someone shouted back and asked me threateningly, = "Or what? You dirty half-breed!" =

I punched him and knocked him out cold, but he dared cold me dirt and I added a kick on the abdomen. 

He resembled a cooked prawn after that and the other two dragged the other one's body away in fear of receiving my fist. 

It was on the day that I learned of what a library is that I found something that truly interested me. 

Although there were things I have already learned in both the hospital and through the World Cube. 

I began to read anyway, the books I read consists of stories about people who called themselves as [Seekers]. 

Seekers were people who gathered in a place called a [Seeker Union] or [Seeker Guild]. 

Many famous Seekers had their stories written on books, it was enjoyable to read and imaging their adventures.

People who called themselves mages interested me even more.

Beings who can control the four fundamental elements of the world to cast a spell and inflict injuries to their enemies with space in between them.

The complicated and elegant way of using one's mind to plan ahead before using a spell. The delicate way of implementing spells in different situations.

It was wondrous and I was drawn to these stories, and before long, the night became day and I had to do my task before continuing my reading session. 

After learning of storybooks, I yearned for them more and more. 

And with dozens of books and not one child wanting to read them, I found myself reading a book all by myself, only moving away when I need to eat, take a bath, poop, piss, and do finish my tasks. 

I will also be forced to go to my room and sleep at night which displeased me. 

I wanted to read these storybooks, the orphanage had what you call a light bulb that could light up a whole room.

Back when I used to live with Von, the only light we had was a lamp so it made it hard for me to read. But with the bright and wondrous light bulb, I could read like it was daytime.

But because of my curfew, it was almost impossible for me to read at night as much as I would want. So, I device a plan that could let me read as much as I wanted. 

That plan was simple, I beat up the three boys and I would be sent to the library to reflect. I nodded my head and implemented the plan and beat the three boys for two days straight and gained access to the library at night by using this method. 

But after I beat the three boys a third time, the plan did not work and I was busted. 

I gained no entry to the library that night and the boys were beaten up by me for nothing. What could have they done to suffer such injustice? 

For their sacrifice to be in vain, it was such a sad sight. 

But Solstice did have enough of me acting like so and she learned of my intentions. So, she gave me the right to enter the library whenever I wanted to. 

But not that night because that night, I was punished to go to sleep early and forget about books. 

Coming back to the present time. I now gain access to the library and I now finish every storybook inside the library. I moved into reading books about spells and mages rather than stories about them.

Now, I want to become a mage myself. So, I opened a book about mages and read through the fundamentals of becoming a mage. 

In the seventh month of the year 982 N.E, a full year after I arrived in the orphanage, I finished all the books yet gained useless information about mages. 

In the past year I spent in the Shining Sun Orphanage, I became recluse and my distance towards the other children increased. Which was both a shame and something good?

It was a shame because I think I finally downed my smile and my attitude towards socialization. And good because I could focus on my study of magic and spells. 

But even after a year of researching and trying different methods. I failed to make a connection with any of the four elements, [Fire], [Water], [Wind], and [Earth].

It was tough for me to make a connection with them because of something peculiar. 

A child that awakens as a mage will already make a connection with an element once they create their Mana Core. The instant a Mana Core was created, they will automatically be connected to the element they have the highest affinity.

It is at this time where one of the more old ways of measuring one's talents comes to light. 

Any child that awakens will connect to at least one of the four fundamental elements, but because I already have a Mana Core when I awaken, it seems like I am a rare case. 

I had not said anything about having mana to Solstice, I do not want to attract attention to myself. I had learned many things on stories I have read and many of their stupid mistakes was showing off when they had no strength or backing to protect themselves. 

Bottom line is, I am in a tough position where I have to figure out a way how I can make a connection.

A month passed and I am still left with no solution, at this point of time, a young man came into the orphanage. 

The young man had black hair opposite of my white hair. He had black eyes when I have red, I am comparing his features to mine because I fail to distinguish what is a handsome and a beautiful face to what is not.

They say I am handsome, so my basis was my own face. 

Going back, the young man that came in was seven years old and is weird as he chose to be alone and was somewhat similar to me other than the fact he has no ability to do any chores. 
But he was oddly more likable and had many children flock around him. 

In the first three months, I ignored his existence and focused on my own things. But as time went on, and a month passed, other children became jealous of the attention the child was getting and he was harassed and ignored by other boys. 

At some point, I managed to witness five people surrounding him. 

They were ganging up on him and I found it entertaining that someone was getting hurt so I stayed and watched to see what would happen. 

Everything was happening on the back of the library and I was watching in a barely noticeable window. 

The five boys pushed him around and after one bad push and the boy fell down. 

He finally had enough and stood his ground. He fought back, but not with his fist. Instead, he held a red pendant that was dangling over his neck. A red flash of light escaped his body. 

The boy opened his mouth and uttered, = "Igni!" =

A small ball of flames flew out of his hands and hit a nearby rock, a mini-explosion occurred. 

Boom.

It did not heat any of the boys, but it scared the living out of them and they fell onto their asses. 

The boy who cast the spell looked down upon them and I heart him said coldly, = "Mess with me and that will land on any of you five." =

I was clueless about the ways of the world, but I can supplement that with my ardent desire for knowledge.

I was powerless, but I now wield powers no mortal can hope to comprehend.

I was kind, but I learned ruthlessness is the only way to live in a world that wants my head. 

Generals, Kings, Emperors, and Gods are just some being who gained recognition but all of them like everyone else.

I am a being no one wanted to exist, I am a scourge, but I will rise and be revered by all.

And if they do not bend their knees? Their fates will be sealed underneath my feet.  

Kneel before the one who treads the Monstrous Path.


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I don't own the cover

Also, this is not Harem and will have a lot of gore and violence more so than Celestial Peak 

Thanks for reading and please enjoy

Prologue :

"May the flames burn within me, with the sun shining across the horizon, Flaming Ragnarok!"
I look across the sky as meteorites pierces through the sky, destroying everything it lands at.
"Finally, I will be able to destroy you, General Galeserk." As I let out a menacing grin with a murdering intent.

Chapter 1 : The Forbidden Library

"Eek, get away from me you useless magician!" , "You disgust me." , "You don't rival a child's strength." 
These are the criticisms I receive on a daily basis, but it's like I even care about them. I just live my life like a normal person should. A man who has a petite build and a height of 160 cm, and the only person in this world without magical affiliation at all, that's me—Vainvalent. Usually, children with no magical affiliation gets decapitated immediately on the spot, but the Magical Index Reader indicates that my magical affiliation is Pure—perfect magical affiliation. Despite that fact, I was not able to even unleash a single ritual or spell, resulting me to be expelled out of magic school. Was it that the Magical Index Reader had messed up and that I actually do not have any magical affiliation, or that I have not manifested my powers yet? I always wonder about it, but I can never get to a conclusion. But today, I received a mail from a mysterious person, inside the mail reads, "TABOO".  
"What does that mean?" I wondered to myself as I have never seen this word before. As I was trying to find some clues about it, I noticed that on the back of the mail wrote its address. Maybe this is a clue that may lead to whatever is written on the mail means? 

Following the location that was written on the mail, I arrive at an abandoned, run-down library. In front of the library is a robed reaper holding a book.
"Welcome Master Vainvalent to the Forbidden Library."  W-wait the what? Forbidden Library? What kind of joke is that? That's the library with all the forbidden books right?
"I seriously don't get your joke, explain what is this place."
"I think you will understand more if you see it for yourself, Master Vainvalent."

Entering the library, it just felt like a normal library, nothing special at all.
"This is just a normal library what are you even talking about in the first pla-"
My eyes widened, I could not believe what I am seeing. Everything within the library was starting to distort all over the place, with shelves shifting into abnormal shapes, tables and chairs not having a gravitational force applied on them, and the door completely vanishing!
Calm down, this is nothing but a farce, it's a simple illusion trick that elementary children used to do in order to trick their magic exam scores when showing it to their parents. 

"May thy vision be cleared from the fuzziness, Clear Vision!" I chanted, only to remember once again, that I can't use magic! 
"Sigh... Even after all that studying that got me full marks for the magic theory paper as well."
"Well, that might not be the case." 
"Yeah like you even know who I am-"
I gulped when I opened my eyes. The whole library has went back to its normal state like nothing has ever happened to it. I swiftly turn my head left and right to check who was the person that said that.
"Nobody..."
I decided to look around the library since I am already here, and the books here are just like normal books you will find in a regular library. But then, I saw a small collection of books at the corner that grabbed my interest. It was shining golden, with tints of black on the edges of the book. Picking up the book, I read its title.
"Forbidden Arts Volume 1, what a weird name."
As I opened the book, a phenomenal amount of power was forcing me to close the book.
This force, I think I heard of it before, it requires a dispelling ritual in order to stop the force.
"Ritual : Breaking the phenomenon!" A blue aura surrounded me as it dispelled the force, and disappeared right after the process. I still don't get why can I use magic now, is it the surrounding? Must I be in this library to cast magic? There are many questions I want to ask, but right now I am focusing on this Forbidden Arts book.
Inside this book contains many rituals and spells that I have never even heard of before, all of them which seem to be pretty easy to cast as well. As I flipped through the book, I noticed a small slip of paper at the bottom of the book. Sliding the slip of paper out of the paper, I read it.
"P A G E   1 3 7"
What does that mean, page 137? I quickly flipped the book to page 137, but to my surprise, the page was missing! I started searching all over the library, checked every place that seemed like someone would hide something there, but was in vain. About to give up, I suddenly notice a journal on the table near the couch.
The title reads : For everybody who has entered the Forbidden Library
The contents inside was written accounts of this man called Paul Reap. It felt like a run-of-the-mill journal, that is until I reached this certain point where it reads,

"I kept learning the Forbidden Arts till I reached page 137. That page contained a spell with unbelievable power. Upon casting that spell, not only I was unable to cast it, my whole body started burning in flames. Now with my body permanently damaged, I can't move further into the Forbidden Arts anymore. Due to the danger of that spell, I tore page 137 and forged it in page 137 of another book, I can't let anybody get hurt like I did ever again."

I knew if I wanted to find page 137, I needed to check every single book to find it. But that is not going to stop me from finding such a powerful spell. One by one, I started dispelling all of the books in the library. However, even after dispelling every book in the library, I could not find page 137 of the Forbidden Arts Book. Where could he have hidden it? I started analyzing all of the possibilities in where he could have hid the page. Recalling all of my memories with a simple force recall spell, I searched through my brain like finding a word in the dictionary. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, until I noticed the page number of when Paul Reap mentioned about the spell, and the number was page 137!
I rushed back to the journal and started dispelling it.
"Ritual : Breaking the phenomenon!" I said, but not only it did not work, I was knocked back to the wall by the book.
"Ahh, that hurt~"
I rushed back to the journal, but it was barricaded by red holographic walls with the words on top of it reading : TABOO.

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