Hi! I’m Vernoculius Armentosferon Alpestericule Almenispirin Lomenker…What you think I’m kidding you? Well you’re right, that’s not my name, in fact I don’t have a name at all. Why you ask? The reason’s simple, I’m a brick-a spirit brick,yes-but still one brick out of billions in this palace. Which palace is this you ask? Why the greatest palace in the world of course!Greater than even that hall of peace, after all what matters more, spirit bricks bought from the suffering of trillions or everlasting peace? Spirit bricks!
Getting back to the story now, I want to tell you something, something very very secret…I am the last of the originals, yes those famed original billion bricks built by slaves across generations to showcase the glory of the empire. After those slaves revolted (with some help from yours truly!) the empire fell and all of the bricks were destroyed…except one, of course they then rebuilt the palace and the empire…apparently the slaves were sponsored by the nobility, who were just interested in a change of regime not policy…long story short revolts happened again the palace was destroyed and rebuilt a total of nine times and in the end it became a haunted and deserted place while the Prime Ministration of Melodia now held court in that stupid hall of peace. There hadn’t been a single visitor for thirty decades now…until today.
Right there in front of me there were thirteen robed humanoids creating some sort of magical construct, a summoning circle perhaps? Well whatever it was, they weren’t doing it right and it should go wrong in about 3,2,1…Huh nothing happened, maybe I was wrong…And suddenly I was in complete darkness…How did I get here?…Oh those fools! They were building their little circle right below my vantage point on the ceiling! And now I’m stuck here! What is this? The bedroom?…Ugh yuck I can’t believe I got stuck in a…Aaaaaah! What is this! What is squishing me! And where is it taking me? AND WHY IS…Oh I’m out.
All around me I could see people hurrying about, casting a varied and blindingly bright range of magics. The lights were so jarring that I started crying loudly…Wait crying? I’m a brick, how can I cry? A..and why do…I…have…hands…
And just like that my brain shut down.
It has now been three days since I reincarnated into this body, things have been normal for the most part, at least the kind of normal it that was supposed to be there for newborns. Apparently I’d given this bod…my parents quite a shock when I fell unconscious, now they were checking up on me every few minutes and I had a permanent guardian around me at all times. As if to complicate things, my eyes were still too sensitive, I still didn’t know what my parents thought of me, for all I knew I was a sickly crybaby to them.Not only that but I kept going to sleep every few hours! Can you imagine? One second you’re planning how to escape your cage and the next you’re asleep…“Hbrreerrr” thinking of sleep almost made me fall asleep just now! Thinking! Oh how I miss my days with no sleep…and of course the old granny guardian of mine has decided to take my shaking my head as me asking for a lullaby
“Orne sitos agvaro
Orne sitos agvaro
Alle mare siton
Alle mare siton
En mo lar
En mo lar”she sang
Well at least it’s somewhat lyrical…
As you guys probably guessed, I fell asleep, again. Apparently babies here sleep for over 21 hours, not the usual 14 or is it unusual? Well either way it’s completely normal to fall asleep every few minutes. And how do I know this? I know this because a glowing screen told me so
“Status” I say causing the screen to appear
Name
unnamed
Gender
Male
Species
Banmeru
Age
3 days
Titles
Heir candidate to the Earl of Cristanfor, Noble of the Kingdom of Mistrane, Baron of Losphintaius
Class
None
Skills
None
Stats
Unidentified
And apparently focusing on a particular part of the window brings up information about it.
Banmeru
The only sentient species of its kind on the planet Algerea, they are humanoid creatures indistinguishable from the species known to the host as humans, please note that as information on humans is too scarce on Algrea, the system will reward the host for any information shared.
If the host wishes for more information on the Banmeru, please click here
And the click gave me access to pages on pages of information on the Banmeru…about 2000 words I’d say. But it did give me some good information
1) I’m the heir to a Earl, that puts me at about the middle of the noble hierarchy but that only holds true if the Kingdom has a stable government, The palace had once been ruled by an Earl family that had ruled from behind the scenes, in the end the incessant incest and conflicts between the real ruling family and the earls caused their fall
2)I already have a title, so titles are hereditary, so it probably isn’t a doomed system like that ministration
3)There is no mention of magic, so maybe it’s banned? But I definitely have magic so…Am I doomed?
And that’s it…zzz
I’m having my first bath, well at least the first one where I was awake. It was not a good experience, or one I particularly want repeated, maybe there’s a magical way to stop people from touching you when you were a baby…
Zzz…
Apparently water makes one drowsy, huh guess I’ll just have to wait three months for this sleep cycle to end…
Skill Gained
Language proficiency:Roslin
Created in the seventh age by order of the Emperor of Maluvian, Roslin has become the native language of the empire’s successors including the Kingdom of Mistrane, the Allied Cities of Alfenon and Confederacy of Sarinthul
This was the result of my three months of hard work and I suppose general baby learning…
Well it’s time to meet the parents!…Or wait for them since the granny nanny doesn’t seem likely to move anytime soon.
For the next several hours I played with several of my toys (I’m still a kid! don’t judge) as I waited for my parents to come in and for me to have a conversation with them.
Finally my father stepped through the door and I immediately sat up and said
“Papa…” but quickly found my mouth muffled and me being carried at inhuman speeds to…somewhere…What? This baby doesn’t have a map of the house okay!
Held in a profoundly awkward position, I was hurried through the halls at roughly 300 miles per hour, it also told me without a doubt that magic was very much used in the family because magic was the only reason these speeds hadn’t killed me, for some reason though I couldn’t figure out how this magic was working, or if it even existed.
“Josephine! Alexandra! Everyone get to the Rosenda Hall, the baby is speaking!” Father screamed as we approached what seemed to be a wider set of hallways filled with paintings and artifacts, clearly a hall of some sort. Also to be noted is the fact that they were all enchanted in some way for even my baby eyes could see them at 300 miles per hour.
Eventually, after passing through hallway after hallway (Seriously, how big is this place?) and my father calling people out every few minutes. We reached a giant ballroom that was large even by the palace’s standards…maybe this was the greatest hall in this world? Yes that was definitely it! How could this world have anything greater than my great hall? It must be inferior!
By the time I finished my line of thought I noticed that my entire family(or at least what I presume was my family) was staring at me.
“Grandma…why is the baby not speaking yet?” a voice, it’s source hidden among the ground, asked.
This caused my father to squirm and look at me pleadingly.
Hesitantly I complied and said, “Hi…”
Alissa Arlford (POV)
The thing about a baby’s first words is that they can be incredibly boring…I’d personally been to five in my seven years of life and they never got more interesting than a baby barely putting together a ‘mama’ or ‘papa’ and everyone showering it with praises like it had done something great. When I was summoned once again for yet another first words ceremony, I expected it to be much the same…except it wasn’t, this time the baby didn’t even speak! Did granduncle Tanner mess up his baby’s ceremony? Mistake the usual baby garble for words perhaps? With his over enthusiasm and the incomprehensible nature of baby words it could have easily occurred
“Grandma…why isn’t the baby speaking yet” I asked grandma Elizabeth in my best ‘confused little kid’ voice.
Sadly for me this caused the stupid baby to speak a few seconds later
“…Hi”it said from it’s post on granduncle Tanner’s shoulder. Huh that was actually quite clear sounding…Could the baby have a naturally high intelligence stat?
I could feel several members of the household asking the same question as their auras shot up and the room suddenly felt much more lively, guess I wasn’t the only one bored of these ceremonies.
“Hi! I’m your cousin Matilda! Welcome to the family!” My aunt said, she was the public face for the family and was clearly used to dealing with unexpected situations.
“Happy to be here!” the baby replied in a tone reminiscent of formal gatherings, the kind where you say ‘happy to be here’ thinking ‘i want to be anywhere but here’, but maybe the baby was just having speech problems? No way it could be not happy to be in this family right? Hmm…This baby will have to pay for that.
“So when did you learn to speak?” The way too old looking cousin of mine asked.
“Just a few hours ago, I wanted to get out but granny nanny wouldn’t let me leave” I replied squirming in my seat on my father’s hand, it was way too small
“And did you unlock your character sheet yet?” The next question came, was this an interrogation?
“Yes…” I replied, growing more nervous
“Would you mind showing it?” Matilda asked in a manner that was more of an order
“Sure…"
Name
unnamed
Gender
Male
Species
Banmeru
Age
3 days
Titles
Heir candidate to the Earl of Cristanfor, Noble of the Kingdom of Mistrane, Baron of Losphintaius
Class
None
Skills
None
Stats
Unidentified
A collective sigh of relief seemed to ring out among the family and I looked around, hoping that someone would fill me in on what was going on. Sadly none complied and a baby having enough understanding of body language to ask “You all seem tense, why?” would be too alarming…and I didn’t want to alarm anyone just yet.
“Well, now that that is out of the way, It’s time we introduced you to your family,” Matilda said moving to the family members.
“This is your grandmother Aurmice” she pointed to a grouchy looking old woman that just looked at me with disinterest
“Your grandaunt Namirse” she continued with little pause and went on to introduce about 25 granduncles and aunts all of whom weren’t very interested in what was apparently just another baby.
She was about to introduce the next person when she was interrupted by a giant woosh as three robed figures appeared before us.
Praetor Narvin of the Earldom of Cristanfor
I was anxious. For the first time since the War for Freedom 17 millennia ago, I was anxious. For a split second when I saw the child’s status I was overwhelmed by fear, after seventeen millennia of wait and preparation the moment had come, another set of transmigrators had arrived. Narvin could practically feel the winds of change blowing, the carefully built society of Algrea being torn apart by the pure chaotic forces of a transmigrator.
“Active code alpha alpha 1” Narvin said causing alarms in every nation to ring, ‘prepare for change has arrived’ the bells signified. The rulers would not yet know who the transmigrator was, the decision to disclose that would be left to Narvin, as he was the last of the original set of nine.
Stopping himself from thinking any further Narvin acted
Teleporting to the hall, Narvin immediately locked down the room with his aura, creating a molecular stability field that forced everything to slow down, it could very easily kill a captive but Narvin felt that it was necessary.
Locate:Isolate:Teleport- these were the principles taught to him at Relvenare Academy all those millennia ago, and he still followed them as he lifted the dangerous baby, isolated him by creating a zero kelvin field about half a meter from the baby in all directions. It took a great amount of control not to kill the baby in the process but Narvin believed it to be necessary.
Finally, he teleported the baby to his quarters where they would be having a very interesting conversation.
‘This is scary, very very scary’ was my only thought as I found myself floating in the air for no apparent reason, things got scarier when the room disappeared around me and I found myself in highly unfamiliar surroundings.
I was in a darkish room that seemed to be a study. The only furniture that adorned the room was a table and chair that were covered in what appeared to be layers of dust. There were no windows or other ways out of the room save for a single door whose periphery let in a minuscule amount of light. Overall the room had a dusty old room feal for anyone that wasn't both small enough and immobile enough to be strangled by the cobwebs. For baby me, that was stuck in said cobweb? It was terrifying.
Eventually, the door opened, making way for what seemed to be a thirty-year-old Banmeru. The Banmeru seemed to find my situation humorous as he cleared the table and chair of any dirt or cobwebs through the use of what seemed like air magic. Since when was air magic so non-destructive?
"So...For what reason have you come to this world, Mr...?" The Banmeru asked making me reel from shock. I hadn't even considered the possibility that someone realized that I had reincarnated. In hindsight it was obvious, this was a world that had developed for tens of millennia at least, it was foolish for me to presume that there would be no one who would detect a botched spatial summoning that made no claims whatsoever to its stealth.
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Deciding that being forthcoming was my best option I said," I am from the world of Anhelore, a world on the southern end of the spinning matrix galaxy. There I served as the most glorious brick in the..."
I was quite rudely interrupted by the Banmeru who exclaimed "Wait brick...as in mortar and pestle, brick? The first transmigration in 17,000 years and it's a brick! Oh if Donald knew about this...He'd still want to kill you."
Praetor Narvin
A brick. The world ending, chaos bringing, panic-inducing transmigrater was a brick. Talk about shocking. Then again, I was a wolf before transmigrating, Quallos was some kind of sentient amphibian. Only Donald came from a species that he called 'humanoid'.
"Thankfully for you, I am more mild tempered. So..brick tell me who were you in your last life?" I asked now genuinely curious about how a society of bricks lived.
"Didn't I already say? You have the honor of being in the presence of one of the most central bricks in the entire palace! I have witnessed daring coups and sumptuous celebrations the size of which have never before been seen on your planet!" the brick commented, causing me to wonder what in all the worlds was a sumptuous celebration, weren't celebrations usually joyous? Perhaps it was a translation error, after all, sumptuous was the word for fulfilling and delicious, usually referring to some form of dinner...and I was going off track again, suppose that is to be expected after millennia of heavily restricted speech. Also, did the brick just forget its fear? When did my presence get so weak that a mere brick could ignore it and boast its achievements?
"You must release me! Or suffer my wrath! You, you must release me" the brick said puzzling me more than anything, what exactly made this brick think I had anything to fear from it? I was a seventeen thousand-year-old man, I had no reason to fear a mere brick...Oh, the brick had just turned 3 months old...which means that he has to go pee...and I'm the one who has to teach him how to do it.
Deciding that procrastination was not the best option at the moment especially considering the fact that the brick probably had negligible bowel control...Oh, he already went on my floor...Mentally I sent a pulse of mana to vaporize the offensive liquid but found to my shock that it did not disappear...Did I just net myself a nonvaporizable pee-producing machine? Especially because the next few months would see the baby produce pee in exorbitant amounts for extended periods as the body used mana to clear itself of impurities...Oh, wait the baby has a diaper, that's the excess quicksilver from that swordmaking ceremony hundred years ago...
Unnamed Baby, also known as brick
Ever found yourself covered in self-produced liquid? I just did...and the worst thing wasn't that it was there, it was that it hadn't stopped coming out.
As the Banmeru watched me in apparent disgust, unaware that he would very soon be covered in the very liquid he hated so fervently that he immediately used some form of greater destruction magic to vaporize it would soon cover him. As if on cue the thin substance blocking the outflow of the liquid broke, making way for a jet of the substance that sprayed the old man on the face, I must say that the look on his face was quite pleasing after that interrogation that he dared to put me through. To think that I, the oldest brick in the entirety of the palace would be bound in cobwebs and held hostage as he interrogated me for my knowledge. I would have none of it! Take this jet of liquid you freak! There seems to be a lot more where it came from...Oh, you already vaporized it and are now looking at me in a very weird manner...he couldn't have read my thoughts, could he?
Time to get out of here!... Why did my senses not shut down? Why is that guy still staring at me? And why, oh why, is there still enough of that liquid within this fleshy nuisance of a body for it to still be vaporized?
Time to... just stand there in that cobweb waiting for something to happen. Thankfully I didn't have to wait long, unfortunately, or maybe fortunately? The 'happening' was me being knocked unconscious.
Praetor Narvin
I was frustrated, I'd expected this interrogation to be hard, grueling, and generally, pity inducing (transmigrators usually had very pitiful stories) what I didn't expect was that it would be absolutely ridiculous! First, the transmigrator was a brick. Second, he peed on me! And to make things even worse was the fact that he wouldn't stop peeing! So I did what any reasonable person would do...I knocked him unconscious and searched his memory.
Needless to say, it was useless, as it turned out that the brick was faulty, completely and utterly defective. It had an insignificant long-term memory, limited senses, and a very convoluted sense of the world. Apparently, the only thing that the brick brought from its world was a humongous and completely undeserved ego. Did I mention the convoluted sense of the world? Because I was very sure that a nation that took pride in summoning a minor dragon was not great, nor was equality a bad thing. And being an inconsequential brick was definitely not a great privileged form of existence. Now I could correct the brick and show it what is right...but seeing it in the world with these views will be far more amusing.
Unnamed Baby, also known as brick
I came to back in my bed, having survived my misadventure in the cobweb-filled room. As soon as I awoke, I was rudely assaulted by the same flying sheets that showed me my status
Congratulations!
Due to peeing on the face of one of three world-changers you get the unique achievement
[Beware! I don't care for manners(I)]: you receive a +10 buff to all stats when peeing on someone
And...
Title gained!
[Transmigrator]: You have been acknowledged as a transmigrator by one of your peers. As the ninth of your kind to come to the world of Algrea, you are feared and lauded by many. Revealing your identity may have far-reaching consequences.
Another! Do these things never end?
Stats gained!
Intelligence:+13
Wisdom:-11
It's official. They don't end
First mana purge in progress
Time to completion 13:20:17
...(huffs in anger causing his audience that is hiding very very badly to laugh)
Skills gained!
[Conversation]
[Mana Manipulation]
[Ess...
"That's ENOUGH! irritating screen..." the poor brick said as he went to sleep leaving some very important notifications very unattended
SCENE CHANGE
I woke up the next day to a crowd of people crowding over my crib.
"So, little guy, what did you choose?" My father asked
"Choose where?" I answered
"Your Class, of course! We're all very excited to know your Class!" My father said, not really solving my confusion
"What in all the worlds is a class!" I yelled, finally losing my patience
"You didn't get a prompt yesterday?" My father asked, his brows furrowing. Wait, how do I know what brows are?
As for his question, I didn't dignify it with an answer as a dignified brick like me does not repeat such obvious questions.
" What exactly are you playing at kid? Can't even answer your father?" A grumpy old man said
"Shut up, grumpy old man! I was distracted by the flying windows!" I said using a tactic I saw used with great success within the palace's courts
"Flying Windows?" Father said, his voice taking that firm tone that only the emperor was allowed to take
"Ya those blue things that fly at you all the time. They are so irritating!" I replied
"Those are notifications...let me guess, you didn't read them..." Father replied, his tone taking what I called the coup tone. " Open them now, and this time tell me what each of them says"-he turned to the rest of the audience-"get out, all of you. I'll deal with the rest of it."
"Ok...I did read some of them though" I said losing my confidence "There were these two, one was an achievement that gave +10 to all stats and the other was a title...no idea what it did though"
"Show them to me, now" Father demanded and I complied...somewhat hesitantly but was shocked by my father hitting me on the head
"I said show them!" he said
"I am! Maybe you're not seeing them?" I replied feeling a sort of burning in my chest.
"You're not seeing them because those are set to private only, it'll be a while before the little guy can override the default settings," the Banmeru from yesterday said, appearing before me suddenly.
"Those are not for your eyes now shoo"-he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture-"Now little guy, let me introduce myself"-he suddenly turned, causing Father to literally go out the window.-"I am Narvin, Preator of this household, and you young one are its youngest member"
"Ok, sure." I said not bothering to listen to Narvin's completely inadequate title, it seemed to cause Narvin's eye to twitch, but I suspect even this guy knew of his own inadequacy.
"Now would you please show me your class?" Narvin said
"What is a class?" I asked, hoping that someone would finally answer
"A class is a definition of who and what you wish to be, it is your chosen path during that part of your life" Narvin said, his tone bearing great resemblance to the great scholors I had seen advice the princes...maybe that was Narvin's purpose? to advise me?
"Sure" I said as I pulled up the flying screens, instinctively knowing how to do so.
Skills gained!
[Conversation]
[Mana Manipulation]
[Ess...
Error! Connection forcefully halted.
Recalibrating.........Connection deemed terminated, automated skill choice enabled......Randomizing
Skills Selected
[Force of Will]
[Conversation]
[Otherworldly Mana Manipulation]
Further Errors Found! Detecting similar cause...Recalibration successful...Randomized class gained
[The Known]: Having lived a life full of misconceptions and wrong conclusions, you have now stepped into the realm of what is known to all. Work hard and perhaps one day you shall know all you wish to know.
I.Am.Angry.I.Am.Livid. How dare a mere system even imply that I am ignorant. It is the system that knows not my great brickness. My anger has now reached its crescent, soon It shall pierce the skies and rend the system I shall-"So? Are you going to tell me about your class, or not?" Narvin inturrepted sounding impatient, the impertinence! to be rude to your charge! I must have him removed from his post! What is his post though?
"Ahum!Ahum" Narvin said, he was really impatient now.
Deciding that being rude to others was above one so honored as me, I told him what those irritating screens from before had said to me.
"Interesting, very interesting"-he stifled his laughter(he dares!)-"Well you sure have an interesting collection here, be sure to check out the library for any information you need." Narvin said and wooshed out of the room
Maurise Arlford, Heir Candidate to the Earl of Cristanfor
Ever been thrown out of the room at one of the most important moments of your son's life? I just did.
If the Praetor wasn't one of the three great changers that even my great grandfather couldn't beat(If he bothered to show up that is)I'd have yeeted him across a subcontinent by now. Now I had to leave helping my child deal with what was probably a subpar class to a man known for his arrogance and combat ability!
Finally, I heard a whoosh as the man left the room. I stepped into the room to find my son staring at empty space in absolute shock. What exactly had that old coot done to him?
"So...what class did you get?" I asked hoping that the damage wasn't too extensive
"[Seeker of Known]" the baby answered, looking at me at wistful eyes that would work better if I knew what they wanted
"So what exactly does your class do?" I asked gently
"I get to know what everyone knows! It told me I was misconceptual! and had wrong conclusions!" The baby said throwing a tantrum
"Hmm...well you are a baby, and babies usually spend their time getting to know what everyone knows. So...maybe we can pay the library a visit after we have your stat sheet revealed tomorrow. Get you your first levels as a [Seeker of Known] huh? Now go to sleep."-I kissed him on the forehead and then cast a sleep spell on him-"Alferar Isliunem."
I then left the room worried for my son's future, for while all babies seek the known, none of them get classes for it.
I woke up feeling more alive than I ever had in my millennia as a brick. The air was fresh, the sun was shining through the windows, the crib was moving just right. Not too fast nor too slow, my nether regions were just a bit wet, everything was as it should...Wait.Nether regions are wet. That is NOT how it should be, "Waah, Waah" I cried, hoping that the old granny would relieve me of my distress. Sadly she must have gone to relieve her distress for she took a whole of three minutes to get here. Eventually, I was free of my disgrace and started my day by promptly going to sleep.
That was how my stat reveals day began. It was also sadly how it would end.
After about thirty minutes of sleep, I was once again woken and taken to another of the grand halls. About three minutes later I was standing in front of a circular stage that held a blue, pulsating crystal.
“Show stat screen; Aisenlaur marister,” My father said causing my status to appear before me
Name
unnamed
Gender
Male
Species
Banmeru
Age
3 days
Titles
Heir candidate to the Earl of Cristanfor, Noble of the Kingdom of Mistrane, Baron of Losphintaius, Transmigrator
Class
None
Skills
Otherworldly mana manipulation; Force of Will...
Stats
Strength[The amount of brute force one can use]
23
Endurance[The amount of time one can work continuously]
23
Flexibility[The range of movement of the body]
23
Precision[The accuracy of one’s movements]
27
Perception[The ability to notice nuances and advanced concepts]
30
Intelligence[The ability to comprehend the advanced concepts]
67
Wisdom[The ability to effectively use the concepts]
9
Aura Force[The ability to force your will on your surroundings]
37
Combat[The speed of one’s reactions, ability to process situations and other general combat abilities]
31
I then showed the screen to my father who said “A nine in wisdom…”-he seemed to be about to cry, but then pulled himself back up and said-“Well I suppose an extended stint in the library is in order, and some experience tours perhaps? "A commoner academy should give some wisdom..." He seemed to be mostly talking to himself, but that did nothing to prevent me from hearing what he had to say.
“He can hunt for his food!” a little girl, the same one who had called me out yesterday said, “That should give him all the wisdom he needs.”
“We haven’t fallen to such a level that we have to force a baby to hunt just because it has low wisdom,” Matilda said, appearing next to me, she was accompanied by about a half dozen(6) others.
“I agree, we need to work on the Wisdom stat though. An extended program should cover it.” A man I did not recognize said.
“I think this discussion requires that we first complete the reveal.” a golden-haired woman said
“Very well,” My father said, though he seemed off somehow
“Affinity reveal. Aconitum alobar” My father said causing the screen to stat screen to once again appear, further expanded
Name
unnamed
Gender
Male
Species
Banmeru
Age
3 days
Titles
Heir candidate to the Earl of Cristanfor, Noble of the Kingdom of Mistrane, Baron of Losphintaius, Transmigrator
Class
None
Skills
Otherworldly mana manipulation; Force of Will...
Stats
Strength[The amount of brute force one can use]
23
Endurance[The amount of time one can work continuously]
23
Flexibility[The range of movement of the body]
23
Precision[The accuracy of one’s movements]
27
Perception[The ability to notice nuances and advanced concepts]
30
Intelligence[The ability to comprehend the advanced concepts]
67
Wisdom[The ability to effectively use the concepts]
9
Aura Force[The ability to force your will on your surroundings]
37
Combat[The speed of one’s reactions, ability to process situations and other general combat abilities]
31
Magic Affinities
Fire
97.14%
Earth
99.87%
Mind
17.35%
Chaos
19.76%
Grandmist
27.39%
Space
199.998%
Time
01.15%
Will
9.81%
Force
9.81%
What followed was a speechless silence.
Eventually, Matilda said “So...we’ll need to work on that wisdom stat”
“And a special program is guaranteed…” the man concurred
“He’ll have to be homeschooled though, there is no…” the golden-haired woman said but was interrupted by my father who said,
“ Absolutely not! He’s going to the Malurian Institute of Magic and that is final!” My Father said
“Muarise, you must think of the family…”Matilda began
“Absolutely not, if you insist I’ll move out, but my child will not be homeschooled. The world has forgotten war, Speaker, it is time the Arlfords followed suit.” My Father once again interrupted
“Very well, but he will be put on the fast track,” the man said.
“Let’s go to the library,” My Father said, picking me up and walking towards the door
“So you agree.” The man said, his tone smug
“No, I just don't want to reply to such a stupid question” My Father replied and stepped out of the room.
Using his usual hyper-speed, Father got us to the library pretty fast, the fact that it was about thirty times the size of your average grand hall helped.
“Built-in freeform, the Library is a continuous curved structure that existed only due to space magic. It features 999 alcoves, each equipped with enough seating for thirty. A stream of clarity tea runs through the library, enabling its occupants the unique advantage of a constant supply. The unique cascading soft lighting touches the delicate balance between sufficient and too much light, thus creating a calm, peaceful atmosphere” Father said, his tone too methodical for it to be anything but rote memorization.
Forgoing more conversation, Father led me to the nearest empty alcove. There he summoned an assortment of books with titles like
‘A guide to the world of Algrea’
‘Magic and its uses’
‘What is common sense and how to cultivate it’
‘Cardrhaner’s Encyclopedia’
With a sigh of frustration, I got to work...Perhaps overcoming this hurdle shall have everyone recognize my greatness?
Then looking at the books piled up I thought, 'Maybe not..., Let's just finish this task first'