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Chapter 6: Promises of Princesses

Chapter 6: Promises of Princesses

“(Munch munch) Oh, so cold, but so good. (Munch munch) How am I eating so much? Is this all really fitting inside my stomach. Oh my god!” Paul exclaimed as he expressed his ravenous appetite, showing an unbefitting image to his son. But Michael didn’t care and he was just glad that everything was working out as expected.

Michael chuckled. “Don't hesitate to eat it all. You'll probably need it.”

“Such an unsightly image. Look away, Karina. You don’t want to remember your father this way after he dies from overeating.” Melinda mocked.

Karina giggled. “Indeed, it is a rare sight.”

“How has your progress been lately?” Michael asked, as he hasn’t inquired this in a while. “If you’re having any trouble, let me know.”

Michael felt he covered the major points when teaching the meditation technique to them, and even gave both of them a separate book on insights into the technique and how to overcome certain problems. It was a considerable amount of work, when included onto the fact that he provided each of them a separate high-level meditation technique which was personally modified by him to suit their specific personalities.

It would be hard for the average wizard apprentice to hope for. Michael thought it was very effective, considering that both his mom and sister were on the verge of stepping onto the level of rank 3 wizard apprentice in such a short time. It would normally take others years to achieve this result, when they've only been practicing for a month. To be fair, this was also the result of an abundant amount of Element Sensitivity potions, and the assistance of Element Gathering arrays, all tailored towards their specific element affinity.

“I still can’t engrave my first spell model onto my sea of consciousness. Every time I think I’ve done it, I find small mistakes every time I check it, and I have to let the whole thing dissipate. It’s so frustrating!” Karina expressed.

“Well that’s to be expected. It takes practice, and you’re already progressing much faster than others could. Just take your time, and remember not to become impatient and forget to check the spell model before engraving it. The results could be disastrous if you become impulsive.” Michael advised.

“Hoho, it seems your mother is much more talented than you are, Karina. I’ve already engraved my first spell model and became a rank 3 apprentice!” Melinda announced with pride.

“What! Mom, how could you overshadow your own daughter?” Karina said, trying to garner some pity.

Michael chuckled. “Congratulations. What spell did you choose?” He asked.

“The rank 0 spell, Boil!” Melinda announced with pride. “I chose it so that I could have tea whenever I want! Hmm, such a convenient spell.”

Karina was flabbergasted. “Why would you choose a spell for such a simple thing? I can do the same thing by just applying fire element particles onto water!”

“It’s different.” Michael explained. “Boil is a water-type spell that manipulates the energy level of water. You could even cause a person’s heart to rupture if you touched someone with the spell active or cook a person using the water inside their body. You couldn’t achieve the same amount of damage by just applying fire element particles to a person or at least with the equivalent amount of fire element particles.”

“Oh my! What a dangerous spell! I guess I’ll have to be more careful from now on.” Melinda exclaimed in shock.

“Waaah! Mom, I’m so jealous. When can I become that powerful?” Karina cried with envy.

“Ugh. That’s it. I can’t eat anymore.” Paul said, hugging his belly as he collapsed onto the couch.

“So, dad. Have you thought about the question I asked you a while back? Now that you’ve received the life seed, it’s the best time to capitalize and choose your development direction.” Michael asked. Soon after telling his family the truth of the world, he had asked his father to think about what his preferred fighting style would be, as there were ways to maximize effectiveness if he knew how he wanted to fight.

“Umm, I’ve been thinking about this. But I have a question first.” Paul announced, trying to not look ignorant. “Are there such things as knights who use guns?”

“You want to become a Gun Master?” Michael inquired. Michael assumed that it was quite a rare profession among knights, at least from what Michael understood, because Gun Masters don’t take advantage of the strength inherent in knights. But, if it was approached in a correct manner, it was still possible for it to become very powerful.

“Mmm,” Paul said with a nod. “You might not know this, but if I hadn't met your mother so soon in my life, I would have joined the World Police Force. My dream was to become an elite of a Special Task Force.”

Michael was surprised at his father's aspirations. Paul might not know, but from the information Michael had gathered from the Wandering Mage Network, the Special Task Force were trained to do a multitude of things, including defending the mortal world from criminal wizards. Although wizards from rank 2 and higher were usually outside what they could handle, a group of mortals capable of taking down rank 1 wizards was still impressive.

Michael chuckled. “All I can say is you’re lucky that I’m your son. The Gun Master path requires a peculiar training style and also, specific equipment. But even though it will take time to prepare everything, it’s still doable.” Michael said with a smile.

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Michael's life continued in a dull manner. A normal wizard's life would usually consist of learning new skills, researching new knowledge, or struggling for resources, but Michael already had the necessary skills and knowledge, plus the fact that the Wandering Mage Network already provided pretty much all he needed for his current level.

Many of the things Michael needed from the Wandering Mage Network required either a large amount mortal currency or Element Stones, which Michael had a sufficient supply of from his profits as a Potion Master. As such, the struggle for resources was a very simple matter for Michael.

The perks of being reborn was that half the work in the journey of a cultivator was already done. But, considering that Michael was born in a fairly peaceful situation where he can remain low key, the situation he was in made for a fairly boring story.

But Michael didn’t care about that. His first priority was the safety of his family, and if remaining low key in a peaceful life was required for that, he didn’t care.

Michael continued his work making potions to make money, which was much more profitable for Michael because of his very high success rate. He was also preparing defenses against certain eventualities, and also upgrading the strength of his family.

In addition to personally teaching his family members, Michael had been building a library of knowledge they might need or be interested in.

Michael had taught his dad a knight-specific meditation technique that would direct his new life force into strengthening his senses and reflexes to their limits. As Michael prepared his dad's future weapons, Michael also had Paul train in a soft-tactic sword skill.

Unfortunately, a short-distance fight, Gun Master's were at a disadvantage against regular knights, but the sword skill Michael taught would provide the best defense at close-range and give Paul enough breathing room to use his gun effectively. Although the sword skill had high requirements on control and perception, it was the perfect match with the direction Paul was training in.

Paul's training along with the guns that Michael would provide, would be enough to overpower anyone on Paul's level. It was a very cheat-worthy combination.

As for Michael’s mom, she was progressing smoothly, but she would have a very small chance of advancing to a rank 1 wizard if Michael didn’t prepare any extra help.

Karina had advanced to a rank 3 apprentice a couple weeks after Melinda, and was becoming more familiar with engraving spell models. With Michael’s guidance, he was sure Karina could smoothly advance to a rank 1 wizard.

For the sake of remaining low key, Michael was also preparing various tools, such as a set of power disguising pendants, numerous divination decoys, and even false identities, in case they were necessary. In addition to that, Michael was making the necessary self-defence items, in preparation for any conflict his family members might have, including weapons, armor, enchanted tools and several life-protection charms and potions that Michael hoped wouldn’t be necessary. These were all effective within a certain level, but Michael wasn’t planning on being targeted by any high-level wizards any time soon, so these were sufficient for a period of time.

……

“What have you found?” Kristoff Grueber asked from behind his desk.

“We went to the coordinates and searched the surroundings but we found nothing suspicious.” Kristoff's subordinate answered.

Kristoff was an agent for the World Police Force, and also a rank 2 wizard. He was stationed on the mortal world by his organization for a 5 year term, to deal with any threats above the capabilities of the Special Task Force.

Several weeks ago, Kristoff discovered that his son was missing, and that there was no sign of him. So he visited someone in his organization with some skill in divination, and was informed that his son had been killed.

The children of wizards were often considered precious in their parents eyes, as there were many issues when it came to the conception of a wizard's child.

Kristoff was naturally enraged, and had willingly paid a hefty price for any information the Divination Master could provide about the person that killed his son. But no matter how hard the person tried, all he could get were coordinates that led to some uninhabited mountains.

Kristoff gritted his teeth. That bastard! He sent me on a wild goose chase! The fucker! I’ll make him pay!

Michael had actually made a paper bird puppet and let it fly in a random direction with a divination decoy. If Michael could comment, he would say it was a satisfactory result.

“Have you checked the satellite images?” Kristoff asked.

“All we found in the past month were hikers and animals. We checked the identities of the hikers and they were all mortals. Their records didn’t show anything noteworthy or worthy of suspicion.” Kristoff's subordinate replied.

Kristoff's face twitched at the lack of results. “And the post office?” He asked again. The post office was the last place his son was seen.

“There were only 3 wizards there that were capable of fighting with your son.” The man answered.

“Hand me the dossiers of everyone in the post office during the time my son was present.” Kristoff ordered. If Kristoff couldn’t rely on divination, he would just investigate the old fashioned way. I’ll find you, you bastard. And I’ll make you pay.

….

“Alright let's go.” Michael said before opening the door.

“Woah, dude. Hold up. I’m not going with you. I’ll pick you up in like 2-3 hours.” Nathan responded.

“Dude, why do you think I called you if not to hang out?” Michael asked.

“Mmm, maybe because you’re paying me to drive you around? Dipshit!” Nathan replied with sarcasm.

Nathan was a good buddy of Michael's during high school. He was one of the few friends Michael had that was in the city. Many of his other friends, had went to college either outside or within the city, but unfortunately Nathan didn’t have the grades for such a fate. So Nathan was preparing to join the World Police Force at the suggestion of his parents.

Michael was currently in the process of getting a driver's license outside the official means, because he didn’t want to waste time on the classes required for all new drivers. But in the mean time, he needed a driver, and thought of Nathan, as he didn’t live too far from Michael.

Nathan was going to reject, as he didn’t have the time or interest to fuck around as Michael's driver, but was forced to change his mind when Michael told him about the sizeable payment he would receive.

“Don’t be such a princess. Come on, if you play your cards right, you might get to spend time with a real princess.” Michael said with a chuckle before getting out of the car.

Nathan really wanted to say no, but promises of princesses was really hard to walk away from. Nathan could only grumble under his breath and leave the car. “Fuckin' drags me to a rich person party. What an asshole. I’m not even dressed for it. God, I hope no shit starts today.”

It was understandable why Nathan was worried. Anyone at this party probably had a way to fuck up Nathan's life in at least one way.

Nathan handed the keys to the valet and followed Michael into the building.