Immediately after, I started to fuse my mana with the new spellbook. What should I call it?
Mhh
People like to call me black saint but I never liked that name much. Tun tun had named herself, so why couldn't I.
Was this really still about a book? No , Of Course not . This was about me .
Who was i ? Never have I thought about my identity , this was the first time I considered it.
Unlike before I only had tun tun with me ,considering me and her a unit. Other than that , I only knew my hatred .
This wouldn't be about the queen
I was like a marionette , a simple puppet. But with this I had been given a small shard of glass, plotting. I planned to use every moment my captors were sloppy to cut my strings and likewise their necks.
“ A Slaves Guide To Freedom : How to kill a god “
What an elegant title. Smiling satisfied, I hugged the book tight. This was the true tome of the dark, I would never allow anyone but tun tun to see what lies in this book.
Tun tun had began floating around the room, moving from object to object ,probably surveying the area
I wonder what I look like now , ever since the chasm creatures invaded I haven't been able to cut my hair or take a shower. I knew my hair was at least at nose level and since I didn't need to open my eyes it hung over them. No shoes , just torn rags. I liked the idea of my new appearance . it displayed my new mindset
I was feeling giddy in a sense, a small pleasurable buzz has been taking place in my head. Don't tell me i’ve become a masochist
I could see the books outline pristinely crisp and timeless patterns bored in white, It seemed that things enhanced from my mana were visible in my world. Only those that are worthy, were allowed to gaze upon the forbidden realm.
The queen was taking longer than I expected her to, so I might as well begin writing.
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Flipping the hardcover of the book I traced my finger over the page , feeling its smooth and non-stick surface, or perhaps it was my fingers.
What should I write?
After mulling for a moment I pointed my broken nail to the paper and began forming words on the sheets on what I thought , not every word had to be a spell right?
A few more minutes passed and then I began.
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I suppose this is where the extra brain capacity went, I had never learned to write like that .Still my rebirth made it possible.content I reached to close the book when suddenly a magical phenomena presented itself.
Above my paragraph the words “Corrupted Lifeline” neatly etched itself center middle.
The first thing to cross my mind was ,had I created a spell?
Tracing my hands over it I was able to read words , different words, ones that I did not write.
“Corrupted Lifeline : Congratulations Of sufferer Of Worlds ,the lamenting souls have taken favor to a new student . Oh please suffer for us Suffer Of Worlds, Rotten and fermenting your spirit becomes wretched , Sorrow and death block out the SUN!
“Over the course of time your affinity with vermilion covenant increases”
What type of spell was this
So that's why the person who wrote the secrets of mana couldn't give a direct answer to how to make spells. I was just writing my general feelings in this exact moment, I suppose this was what you would call divine inspiration…
Mhhh… Would only genuine emotion trigger a spell or could I just write about a fireball and get a fireball? What was the vermilion covenant and was magic linked to this
Or just my magic, I deliberated.
Hearing soft footsteps I felt a familiar presence.
The pressure alone was enough to know that she was coming, like the world became static.
She was far away but like the rushing of the waves could be heard from far away.
The queen herself , had finally come along with 2 people , one I knew was Khaja, the other was a new contendent . A Hot Pink presence that was more powerful than the queens. This was new, I thought this society was ruled by power , so how could someone be more powerful than the queen.
Another enemy huh? It seemed i named my book appropriately
Facing the door I greeted the queen
Khaja on the right , the queen in the middle and the hot pink aura on the left.
Seeing the flamingo flavored essence approach me without saying anything .
I began to back up , another weirdo.
“Don't worry” A very feminine voice came from right in front of me , it sounded young and playful.
I continued to back up , until my rear side was presented to the familiar hard sensation of a wall.
I was shoved into a corner.
“Fufufu , nowhere to RUN.!”
She pounced on me!