Quest 1, Part 4: [Magic Practice]
I merely sigh left alone in the room. Is it better or worse now? I’m afraid. Afraid of the unknown. It’s not only frightening, it’s also dangerous. Why do I think that? Because The others are not here. Am I able to handle everything without them?
Let’s drop the subject for now. What is important now is to learn more about this world. In exact about magic. Until now without feedback it was just pressing a button, or in a few case memorising a thought pattern. It was more efficient and quicker. This is why I was able to cast magic in that room. Fortunately it was a well hidden secret among the best players.
But it’s different now. That attack I used was a high level spell, [Massive Fireburst]. A spell capable of erasing a whole house. For the first time in my life I’m glad I suck at magic. If I can’t revive that could have killed me. However, I noticed that it was not only much weaker, but it used up 5k mana. That’s just disgustingly too much.
If I think carefully the fact that my items are gone to possibly another dimension, that the system can not detect, means even the system itself is unable to trace that much information. Or at least the programmers were unable to read it backwards.
It’s understandable. No matter how intelligent and amazing they are, they are still humans. The simulation has more data that a human can ever store in their brains. Just like the brain itself, quantum computing is hard to comprehend. They can read the connections inside the human brain but still can’t understand it fully.
At least from the little I know this is the conclusion I came up with.
Back to the topic. I have to somehow access my inventory. I have one thing I absolutely have to check. A book. Not just any book, the book. [The Book of the Dragon God]. It is a special item that was given to me as present when I got this dress from the [Dragon God]. The funny thing is, I was unable to read it.
There was no description, or [Item ID]. When I asked help from the admins, they did not see anything in my hands or inventory. Then why am I trying to read a creepy ghost book? Because of the words the dragon said when he gave it to me. He said “This is a little gift that’s not for you, otherworlder.”. Even saying [Otherworlder] is creepy as fuck. Why would they tell sentient AIs that they were made? That’s a very, very stupid idea. This is just frightening no matter how I think about it.
So after learning from my mistakes I take off and head to a practice room. In the middle where I hope I won’t cause too much harm, I check my surrounding to avoid casualties. I mean accidents.
Since the room is quite big, around 30 square meters indoor (yes, I’m a princess), and the ground is hard sand, I won’t have to hold back.
I concentrate my mana and try using the inventory command I used in the game, as expected nothing happens. At least nothing I can see. My mana is gone now. That means it works but bending space is hard. As expected. Since the inventory was a simple foreign object rewriting the world itself that needed no mana. Progress! Wait. If I’m able to rip the space, won’t I be able to steal other testers items? Motivation!
I know I’m cruel, but hey, what can I do with sanity here?
My thoughts became weird, again. I’ll leave it at that for now. Let’s continue the practice.
For hours and hours I continuously try make small changes in the process, trying to figure out a way to use it. I feel that I’m getting closer, the mana it drain lessens, but the hole in the space never opens.
Wait. If I can’t open it because it takes to much mana, how about I force the object out in a small friction under a short time… That should make it way easier. Let’s try it.
Concentrating hard on the object in my mind, I feel it’s presence. I open a crack with my mana and touch it, making it part of my control. When I try to enlarge the hole with a wave of mana and shove it out it actually succeeds, the book fall onto the ground in front of me. The happiness envelops me since my hard work payed off.
After hours of training I managed to open my inventory in a game world. Good job me. No, I shouldn’t be hard on myself, since this is not a simple game anymore. This is a real simulated world, with it’s own laws. Probably that’s why they turned off the system help.
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Should I mention that simple action took nearly all of my mana? Let’s just ignore this fact. Let’s just celebrate.
For now let’s enjoy this wonderful book containing many secrets!
“Princess! Huge trouble! Please come immediately! You have to take shelter!” Bursts in suddenly Kela, member of the Council of Five.
“How dare thou command me! Tell me what happened idiot!” I know that I’m at fault making him an idiot, but that won’t make it any less annoying.
“Princess! As you commanded we released a dragon, the newly hatched, but it’s too strong, we are unable to stop it!” His tone is quite desperate, just how strong a newborn dragon can be?
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No. I can’t believe it.
“THOU DID WHAT? WHY WOULD THOU RELEASE MY MOST VALUABLE DRAGON?! THAT EGG WAS FROM THE WIFE OF THE GOD DRAGON HERSELF! WHERE IS IT?” I shout at him in my anger.
I just can’t believe it. There are at least a dozen low level dragons in the stable, I even saw them on my way. Yet, they messed with one of the biggest treasures of mine that is still a hatchling! And they can’t even stop a baby dragon that was tamed by me!
The man completely frightened by my anger and aura tries to step back but falls backwards. His hands are trembling from the looks of it.
“They are at the east side my Princess, near the farms.” At least he managed to split it out.
I storm out of the room like a madwoman, unconsciously releasing my intimidating pressure. Fortunately I notice as some of the maids faint in the vicinity of my path and withdraw it.
In the east balcony I can already see as some of the houses and farms are burning from far away. Focusing mana near my eyes to bend more light towards me, making me able to see further. The mana usage is huge, but it works. I don’t like what I see. Bodies in pieces, blood and destruction all around the farms. Just how can they fuck up so much?
Baingolneth and Shela arrive to my sides.
“Took thou long enough. Take me to that child. NOW.” Rather angrily I give the command to the two of them, at that the elemental lifts me with magic. Carrying me they jump down from the castle-mansion and fall to the top of a house. After a short breath both of them start running towards our target full at speed, enforced by magic. Currently I’m too slow by myself, even if this is embarrassing I have to endure it.
The two jump from roof to roof, quicker than my eyes follow, in a few minutes we fly over the huge city nearing to the place. When the number of buildings wane we are forced to travel on foot, which I can do by myself.
Near the fields, through the mud I ran with the two in tow. I should have changed shoes. And dress. And life. But it’s too late anymore.
I just sigh, and in a few minutes we arrive to the destination. I front of me there is a small dragon full of power and fear. Yes fear. This hatchling is crying in front of me since it was hurt. I’m so going to skin that bastard for hurting this baby.
His bluish scales and small wings are injured, burned. His eyes are bloodshot from cry and pain, making it look frightening for many but only miserable in my eyes.
This baby dragon is just as big as me, yet only a few months old. Was I too careless? Is it my fault? How could I know those guys are so incompetent. No, I know Tailon would never do that. He is a demon who’s main characteristic is respect. He would duel the position out or something, using the dragon was the last option.
But I’m also at fault. I know. Many died today. It’s not like that’s such a problem for me, there are many others. But knowing that it is your fault is an entirely different feeling.
And they are not just NPCs anymore. They are living beings.
I watch as the dragon burns down a house slowly. The people are all dead inside, my life detection says so. These magics are easy to use, yet it’s so sad.
“Thou. Stay here. I’ll not tolerate any interruption.” I say to the other two beside me.