Originally uploaded Dec 19, 2022
Is the world equal?
Most would agree that in a perfect society everyone would be treated as equals. And that is the world that we should all strive for. But life is never that cut and dry is it?
Back on Earth I was thrown away by my parents. Discarded as a piece of trash. Never treated as another living thing. During my time at the academy I was looked down upon for my status, or lack thereof. My minuscule ki pool only compounding my low status.
When I was originally reincarnated I was given gifts. My past knowledge and talent. Even the will of a dragon as well as a dragon bond. But it always felt as if I was struggling to catch up.
My troubles and foes only seemed to grow stronger and stronger as I trained, struggling, crawling to reach them. My opponents were beings that were worshiped as deities. Beings capable of moving mountains and entire cultures on a whim.
When it came down to it, I was nothing in comparison. Just a noisy bug they could have swatted away if they wanted. Only using me as their chess piece for their own games. Left to die when I was unable to fit their demands and overgrew their expectations.
And in the end I died. Or I should have, yet my bond. My bond I had with me since she was born. She gave her own body for me to live. With my new body I was capable of wonders. Space and time were within my fingertips. Well I would have reached that if given enough time.
But it was too little too late. The damage had been done. While I was getting my limps blown off and training my core within the Relictombs the war never stopped. Countless innocent lives were lost.
When I returned I was harrowed as their savoir, their new god. But I was barely enough to hold them back.
In the end I failed them all. I was too late.
There was a djinn researcher I met, when I was traversing the Relictombs. He had spent a great many years studying the asuras. In hopes of finding a way to fight back. In the end his research were all for nought. As the djinn were driven to extinction and the remaining few fled to preserve their knowledge in the tombs.
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And his research now lies with me. He commented on how the asuras were being that are naturally born to be one with mana. So much so that taking away their mana is akin to taking away a human's blood. It is a fundamental part of their being.
But it wasn't always like this. If you just look at their birthplace, Epheotus. The density of mana is abnormal. It would no doubt affect its residents given enough time.
And when a so called lesser is given ample time to develop their mana cores they begin pushing on the boundary between the asuras and other beings.
He theorized that asuras and lessers all had one common ancestor. The only reason asuras were so different was there place of origin. Living in such a mana dense environment with other creatures forced them to evolve to survive.
It was rare and there were no concrete documentation but he believed if a lesser who had broken through past the white core stage and either given enough time to develop or had offspring with individuals with similar core stages. They would evolve much more potent mana manipulation.
Imagine a unborn child being constantly exposed to large amounts of mana from their mother. Given enough generations they could possibly match asuras in terms of understanding mana.
Hence the reason why the asuras gave Dicathens the lance artifacts. Not only to catapult our development to match Alacryans but to also keep us in check.
Giving the power hungry royal families 2 white core mages would no doubt cement their control over their respective kingdoms. But also, any mage who came close to the lance's power would be seen as a threat and eliminated without a soul bond to keep them in check.
Pathetic when you think about it. The asuras only gained their power through chance and are desperate to keep such strength and purposefully limit other races.
Then their is the legacy. The ever present thorn. Even the scientists and advanced technology of Earth couldn't understand her unnatural strength. She never even asked for it. In fact, she despised it. She could never live her life her way. Not being able to even rest in death.
Being ripped from Earth and into a new vessel in a new world to act as a weapon. The very thing she threw herself onto my sword to prevent.
Yet Agrona messed with fate. Never understanding the full ramifications he would bring to his world. He got what he wished for, a weapon against the asuras. But there was a saying, back on Earth. A rather old saying.
'Be careful what you wish for, cause you might get it.'
To circle back to the question, is the world equal.
No, and anybody who thinks otherwise is just seeing the world with rose-tinted glasses. I have been suffering my entire two lives to contend with things and beings that were blessed with power.
But this time it will be different. I will break the monotonous cycle of fate. I will liberate the people from the shackles of destiny. I will give them the choice of freedom.