In a mountain range located east side of the Ida continent, the greatest mountain of the entire mountain range reached an impressive 8,517 feet in height, and at the top of said mountain a man who looked aged but with an incredible vitality, with long black hair and bear with some tingles of white hair, wearing a plain blue robe with a single embroidery in white color of a tree in the left side of the upper chest, with a slim yet muscular build was seated in a cross legged position, he was looking into a rock that appeared to be some sort of tombstone with a pair of eyes of a pure yellow color that seemed to have seen the vicissitudes of time for an insurmountable amount of time reminiscing of old time where the world was faced with the threat of the demon race, of the great battles he had fought alongside his precious friends and of how many of those friends had perished protecting their belief to make a better world.
"Old friend, I wonder what would you say if you could see the world today? and how different it is from ten thousand years ago when we fought the demon race and you sealed them in the netherworld, humans no longer fear for their extinction, perhaps that's the reason why they now tarnish magic fighting punny wars among themselves for some riches and pieces of land" said the unknown man sighing.
"Really, my friend how soon humans forget, but maybe I am to blame too, after all in the attempt to make humans prosper that woman destroyed almost everything related to those dark days and I did not stop her, she really did try to help them the first two thousand years before realizing that she wasn't making the human race prosper but making them complacent and incompetent, that's when she stopped trying, I can only imagine you would kill yourself again if you could see that excluding the two of us, the strongest human is a simple archmage and there is only four at that level in the world." said the unknown man with an almost tangible tone of sadness in his voice.
"There is no denying that the seal is weakening it won't be long before the lesser demons start to pour out of the netherworld, and when that happens sure tragedy will befall humanity as they are far weaker than humanity in the last war, and truth be told I and that woman only will serve to deter the strongest demons from entering this realm so we won't be able to do anything to directly help humanity, but that doesn't mean all I can do is watch humanity get slaughtered." said the man making an expression that indicated hope.
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The man stares to the yellow gemstone that rests in the palm of his hand which poses a letter "P" carved in the middle.
After staring at the gemstone for a few more moments the man lips curves into a light smile then starts to utter some words that appear to be some sort of spell, the gemstone then starts to gain more brilliance as the man recites his spell until it becomes so bright that it resembles a little sun, and then it suddenly vanished.
At the same time far away to the northwest from the location of the unknown man, in the borders of the Yadi county in the Benor kingdom, there was located a small village named Tesman which surrounded by lush green meadows, this village is mainly sustained by their commerce with Banafort city.
Shamir Karn wearing a white shirt and a pair of black trousers, laid down beneath a tree near the village watching the clouds pass by a hobby he had become fond of during his twelve years of life, when suddenly he saw a blinding light appear above him pausing for perhaps a second and then colliding with him, he then felt as if his body was being torn apart, he felt that light fill and then breaking every fiber of his body, however, this only lasted a few seconds even if to Shamir felt like it lasted minutes.
"¡AGHHHHHHHR!" exclaimed Shamir while holding his chest with his right hand.
"What in the Lord's name just happened?" he continued to ask.
Just as if someone was listening to him, he heard the voice of what seemed to be an old man.
"The system has successfully been integrated into the host body and soul." said the voice.
"¡Welcome to the magic system!" it said again.
"What?..." exclaimed Shamir.
"a magic system? " he asked with utter confusion.
Again as if the system could read his thoughts it responded
"Host the magic system is a magic device created by what humans would consider to be a deity and is designed to guide and support a body and soul with the adequate innate talent towards the path of magic." responded the voice.
"What!" Shamir exclaimed aloud.
"I can't believe it!
That means I can become one of those famous magicians which are capable of flying and turn the tides of wars!
¡PANT! ... ¡PANT! ... ¡PANT!"
Though Shamir as his breath became ragged by the excitement.
Atop a great mountain, the unknown blue robed man started to laugh then said "The snowball has been launched if it becomes an avalanche or dissipates is up to fate" then he vanished.