My head has cleared up a bit since yesterday. I do not want to talk about the chapter I posted yesterday outside of a few details. As I have mentioned before, I can only read the Architect's notes after the chapter has been posted. Fox obviously knew I would regret posting that chapter in its entirety and had the capability to stop me, so why would he allow me to go through with this? An even better point is that Fox has obviously edited some of my writing before, such as when he censored "naughty words." Why couldn’t he have just edited that for me as well? Oh wait, he’s a dick, that's why.
No naughty wor—you know what? I don’t even care anymore. -𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘍𝘰𝘹
On another note, I ran out of a few of the medicines I needed. Luckily, I managed to order some more online this time instead of having to go to the pharmacy.
Last week, I was checking through the different things on the app, and I wrongfully assumed the tags were just a mistake and ignored them.
[https://i.imgur.com/6fAEmhT.png]
This was, considering the events of two nights ago, obviously a mistake. I highlighted the tags that concern me, as I rightfully am due to my life being described as horror and containing gore and traumatizing content. The part that worries me most is those tags and warnings; they have been here since the beginning. It kind of makes me think that the architects knew what was coming.
Why do you think you were selected? -𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘍𝘰𝘹
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
On another note, I have a story to tell today.
I was feeling a bit better (not really, but it was the thought that counted), so I went out to the park this morning for some fresh (and bread-scented, mmm) air. No one else was there except for this one kid practicing his wind magic. It was funny to watch him try and play at being some hero and check how the wind made his makeshift cape billow majestically in the lake’s reflection. Then he lost control of his mana, and the cape slapped his face like a wet fish. It hurt to laugh, but I didn’t care.
I used to do that when I was little. I didn’t have wind magic, but I could make stuff glow with my arcane mana. I had a lot of fun tricking the other kids into thinking I had some legendary weapon and had been chosen to save the world. Nowadays, I just use it to highlight spots on artifacts that shouldn’t be touched when analyzing them (thanks, coworker, for touching everything anyway).
Still, I never stopped improving that trick, and it turned out that it was finally useful today.
When I was about to leave, a cloaked figure rushed the kid and tried to pick him up. He was attempting to cast some kind of spell with shadow mana, and the kid was exhausted both ways and was still resting from all of the practice he did.
So I made my move.
I shouted at him and used my little arcane trick to make the umbrella in my hand look like a shining beacon. I pulled out all the stops for the transformation—I made a show of the drawing of power from the surroundings, the blinding color change, and even the effect the air had when I swung it around. It's not like it would actually do any damage, though, and he didn’t know that.
Thankfully, whoever it was got spooked real bad by my "Arcane Trick" (patent pending, copyright reserved), and I could hear people shouting behind me as well. Someone else’s well-timed spell from behind me made him drop the kid, and the cloaked person fled down the street.
That’s about it for my part; I didn’t have any energy left to chase him off after that. I’ll just take a double dose before I go to sleep to offset the pain from earlier. What could go wrong?
…At least the kid wasn’t hurt; he just cried a little until another lady offered some pastries from Min’s to calm him down. I went home after everything looked okay.
At least someone else got to try those buns after something like that.