"Interesting. Interesting" the sharp flipping noise of pages turning echoed at the back of a community library as an elderly lady who appeared to be in her late seventies observed the paper sheet she held with rapt attention while she used her free hand to flip through the pages of a rather worn out tome like book.

"Do you know what it is?" Andrea clicked her tongue impatiently from besides the old lady.

"If you don't mind.. where did you find this drawing?" the elderly woman mused with interest.

"Heh. Careful now, you said you'd be able to help link the origins of the drawing, not ask me questions.." Andrea knitted her brows in suspicion.

"You don't really think I'll hurt you because of this drawing.." the Elderly woman smiled, almost exposing a pair of dimples trapped within the wrinkles on her face.

"Heh. Ever since I discovered this drawing, the number of people I can trust can only be counted on one finger. Sorry if I appear to be mistrustful even if you were the midwife that assisted in my birth" Andrea smirked.

"Hm. A wise decision.." the Elderly woman nodded in approval.

"You know something?" Andrea's pupils lit up.

"According to the records here, this mark is actually a seal.. even though you were a slacker during your early childhood, surely you have some knowledge about seals right?"

"What does it seal?l!"

"Something powerful. According to ancient records, there are three types of seals so powerful that they can easily seal existences like the Sorcerer Supreme ."

"That's impossible right? I mean the Sorcerer Supreme is the number one in the Witch society, I heard even the Seraphs make a detour whenever they encounter the Sorcerer Supreme.." Andrea retorted skepticallly.

"Make a detour huh? although I don't know how accurate that claim is, the Sorcerer Supreme is indeed the highest level that a Witch can attain. However it is indeed true that one of these three seals can easily seal them.."

"That's really unbelievable. What level can a Witch attain to create such a formidable seal?!' Andrea exhaled in admiration.

"Actually that's the eye turner here. According to the ancient records, these three seals were not created by Witches.. if these records are accurate, they were actually created by the Living Providence himself.." the Elderly lady read the contents of the Tome before her with eyes wide as saucers.

"That terrifying old grandpa? why would he do that? did the Witches offend him or something?" Andrea's rate of breathing suddenly accelerated.

"I don't think so. If that was indeed the case, we would've been wiped out of existence centuries ago, according to the ancient records, he created this three seals to deal with three of his greatest adversaries.."

"The End, The Corruption and the Beast"

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"What is it?" Jason who had been in deep meditation within the gazebo suddenly snapped his eyes open as he glared intently at Dr. Damian who stood in front of him, fingers resting on his chin in an observative manner.

"Very good. It's been almost a month and you've made progress. I barely made a noise but you were able to sense my presence " Dr. Damian chuckled.

"I only did that because you have a terrible cologne.." Jason scoffed.

"Don't downplay yourself. You've been meditating for so long without having anything in your stomach.." Dr. Damian furrowed his brows with worry.

"Weren't you the one that said I won't get any food until I can project my psyplasmic energy?" Jason frowned.

"True. But I was just doing that to motivate you. I never expected you'd take those words seriously.." while Jason was unaware, Dr. Damian's left pupil took a shade of blue as he observed Jason, only to gasp inwardly.

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"Unbelievable. He's metabolism is rapidly transforming.. it can no longer be compared to that of a regular human!" he mused to himself.

"With this kind of progress, he'd be able to unlock his Kincie form in a matter of weeks or days.. just what kind of kid is he?!" he gulped heavily.

The Kincies were regarded as the Wardens of the Phantom Plane, however although the residents of the Phantom Plane were all souls, the Kincies were actually humans. The only difference between them and regular Xpers was the ability to enter their Kincie form..

This allowed them to enter a phantasm like state, allowing them to better interact with Malevolents in their invisible forms.. this also allowed them to be able to freely enter and exit the Phantom Plane whenever they pleased!

However to access the Kincie form required a vast amount of psyplasmic energy. For a complete newbie Kincie like Jason, it would be completely remarkable if he managed to access this form after nine months to a year!

"Are you done staring? if you don't mind, I need to get back to my meditation" Jason raised the pitch of his voice, snapping Dr. Damian out from his dazed line of thoughts.

"R-Right. Unfortunately you'd have to put your training on pause"

"What?! you can't make me!" Jason retorted sharply.

After witnessing Dr. Damian's display of his Aura, Jason's ambition was stroked. Capable of knocking someone out with just a single step?!

That kind of power.. he wanted it!

"Actually as your master, I can. C'mon, get dressed and meet me back at the garage" dropping these words, Dr. Damian calmly walked away.

Judging from the tone of his voice, he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Annoying bastard. Ordering me around.. hmpfh just wait for when I manifest my psyplasmic energy, I'll show you who is boss!" Jason gritted his teeth as he angrily fixated his gaze on Dr. Damian's retreating back.

If looks could kill, Dr. Damian would've already been a scorched barbecue.

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When Jason stepped out from the bathroom soaking wet, he was greeted with an Oxford English suit, pants and a bow tie lying on your bed. Besides the bed was a pair of well polished black Oxford shoes.

"Hmm. Not bad" he grimaced as he observed the price tags.

The Suit and pants were priced at fifteen thousand dollars and five thousand dollars respectively. As for the shoes, it had a price tag of ten thousand bucks.

A couple minutes later, Jason was already dressed, admiring his reflection in the mirror.

"Master Jace" the door suddenly opened, revealing a familiar figure standing respectfully at the entrance.

"Wait.. I recognize you!"

Surprisingly this newcomer was the Kimono wearing man Jason encountered three weeks ago at the worn down courtyard.

What was his name again? Jon? no, Simone. nah it didn't sound right.

"I am Maxwell.. Master Damian's valet" the other party introduced himself when he noticed the speculative expression on Jason's face.

"Oh. Right" Jason forced a smile.

"Master Damian sent me to check whether you are ready to leave"

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"Nice collection.." waking into the garage, Jason's attention instantly got stolen by the collection of vehicles neatly parked.

"You don't look so impressed?" Dr. Damian chuckled when he saw Jason walk in.

Just like Jason, he was clad in suit, pants and a bowtie while standing besides a Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, one of the many heavy buck cars present.

"I've seen cars more expensive. You see that Lamborghini Temerario over there? it's the cheapest in my private collection. I got it for four hundred and twelve thousand at an auction. Unfortunately I damaged it during a street race.." Jason shrugged.

"So, why are we dressed up like Ken? what's the occasion?"