I had just gotten home from school. Anni had said goodbye in a doesn’t really care tone only saying, she had left food in the fridge I went to the kitchen too see what

she had made, turned out it was a casserole sadly I knew that she knows I wasn’t a fan so I took a beer too placate my mood got my homework and pc too the Livingroom and

turned on the TV. as always, the news where the never ending political garbage people discussing unimportant details never really fixing any real problems. at least I had

a cold beer and a shitty casserole. that was when it all changed the earth started shaking things falling off the shelves the TV turning on and off, the screams of the TV anchors.

suddenly the greatest pain I had felt in my life came upon me my body felt like it was being ripped apart and put back together my mind seemingly turned on and of.

my life flashing before my eyes and, strange, unknown pictures and memories being showed in my mind, even what appeared too be a partial language, then as quickly as it

started it stopped, I passed out. when I woke up It felt absolutely horrible, I was sore all over and had a giant headage the TV was back on, the presenters was spouting nonsense

about it being the apocalypse India and south Amerika being overrun by monsters, thousands of people having died already and more being reported in every fem minutes.

people mutating, murders being committed out of some kind of racism or whatever, I stopped listening and checked the clock. apparently, I had been out for 3 hours, turning back on the TV the president was giving a statement saying he had declared martial law, and that order will be restored as quickly as possible.

he advised everyone to go home in an orderly fashion and bla bla bla. so, as any rational person I turned off the TV land ocked the doors and got a few glasses of whisky then went straight to bed.

I woke up too my clock hammering out the most annoying tone that I knew, apparently, it was all just a bad dream so I tried to relax.

I went straight to the kitchen too, get the same old boring breakfast when I looked at the table I saw, the strangest book I had ever seen, it looked unreal having strange glowing moving lines, all over so as any stupid kid would do I opened it.

I got the biggest shock of my life when suddenly there came a Buch voice from the book saying well congratulation you have been blessed or cursed with magic,

and now you are stuck with me a grimoire former dark Sharman badass. unluckily for you this is the grimoire of a warlock so I will probably be you only friend for the

rest of your pathetic mortal life kid, so I fainted. I woke up to a condescending laughter apparently, this wasn’t some kind of illusion or some shit. so I found my self

asking a fucking book what’s your name, it answered back I’m sir Godfrey the mangnificent. my only response was im not going too fucking call you sir Godfrey too which he replied

well aren’t you are rude little prick. well fuck you talking book how are you even real and what the fuck do you mean a grimoire magic isn’t real. well aren’t you a piece of

work, what kind of hillbilly are you of course magic is real, have you noticed the on point talking book and the fucking apocalyptic event last night. wait was that real

so, what is this the end of the world or something I said. well more of the beginning off a new one your world has funnily crashed into the magical world Altos and

You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

your kind of got magic out of the deal. so, what kind of magic did I get. I can summon demons you said i was a warlock, I’m not really into getting my soul eaten. well good

for you kid you are smarter than you look, only morons start out doing something insanely stupid like summoning a demon or worse a succubus out of some perverted teenage

misguided fantasy, good way to die in a horrible fashion, at least you didn’t get the run of the mill grimoire you got one with a bound spirit kind of rare by the way by the way, what’s your name kid.

well I’m Nathan smith and what do you mean does everyone get a grimoire and how can you even speak English I answered.

no of course only the ones with truly great magic potential gets a grimoire, mostly too stop them from blowing up a square kilometre or worse, and of course I speak English anyone with any decent

amount of energy can do a translation spell, and for that sake I can pretty much download your memories as your personal grimoire oh glorious master.

ok glorious master at least you won’t be boring spouting of ironic smack downs already. although the hole reading my mind is kind of disconcerting.

so how do I learn magic or whatever. well I’m basically your friendly neighbourhood usb stick I can pluck the knowledge into your head although we probably don’t want to do

it too fast I’m not really into being bound to a retard and having the knowledge and having mastered it is too very different things kid and by the way luckily for

you I can’t really read your mind only past memories kid don’t really want to see you perverted fantasies either, the weird looking book replied. okay I said how does the amazing

dark Sharman Godfrey the magninficent end up as a pocket pc and when am i learning magic. well i might have pissed of your neighbourhood evil high priest kid, and well

we should probably start about now, you are clearly not the run of the mill magic kid you are spouting of quite a bit of magic mojo which tends to attract some nasty

creatures or worse one of those self-righteous clearly evil priest or paladin, and those kinds of goody too shoes kid.

well not that I think you are not a bit biased on the hole bible thumpers mater but it sounds like a good idea I answered a sentence I would soon regret when I got up from the basement cowered in chalk salt and virdly vinegar.

well that was not a horrible experience at all I clearly need a shower and large quantities of alcohol. well at least you got some decent wards down kid and learned the

most basics of enchanting by the way thank you for rubbing the hole me not being able too drink thing by the way, what’s up with the mansion and general lack

of family said Godfrey you are not some kind of wirdo. no, I’m just your run of the mill orphan teenage rich kid and didn’t you download my memories. no just the

interesting stuff kid he said. I just decided to throw him on the couch and get my shower.

when I got back the TV was on the news channel talking about a size of the population having changed in some way becoming halfblooded something or gaining some

insignificant magic ability or very rarely real magic compared too mine. although awesomely I’m apparently among the strongest, also a bunch of Altosian

immigrants came over which probably pissed off the anti-immigration politicians, I imagined at least the politics on the news are going to be less boring now.

the government had apparently thought about nuking south Amerika and India that they now deferred too as the waste lands being reportedly emptied of all human life.

but they were turned too better thoughts when the Althosians magical species threatened war not that they were very intimidated before it turned out that the wast majority

of magical Althosian life is in connected parallel worlds or whatever.

I guessed the thought that the chance of a series of superpowered intelligent species waging the perfect guerrilla warfare on them was kind of scary.

I found it a bit strange that the TV was on until I realised that I threw my very annoying sentient grimoire on the couch, him being able of turning on a TV shouldn’t really surprise me.

So, the world has changed when do I get the game system and stuff Godfrey­? This is not a fucking web novel kid based on some douche bag called weed, this is as real as you and me the magic book answered. Okay you are a magic book what would you know about real. Do you remember how I told you that I could fry your brain kid might want to rethink the hole calling me a magical book and talking about weed, it’s a very useful component in ritual magic he said. I’m not doing weed I’m not a bloody shaman or whatever you where, I don’t want to end up frying my brain oh mighty Godfrey.

Well aren’t you boring and the hole shopping for magical components is also going to be necessary while you suck at alchemy. enchanting, ritual magic and summoning needs components Godfrey statet.

I thought you said that summoning demons was stupid or what ever I said.

Im not talking about summoning some super powerful soul sucking sex demon I’m talking about lesser demons specifically imps ugly weak and relatively stupid also easy to bind and control, the best servants in the world said the magic wonder book. By the way I thought you would have servants and stuff after all you are a rich kid with a mansion.