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Chapter 1
After the familiar light cause by the [Teleport] magic have subsided, I was hit by a familiar breeze and smell. It smells of ground and nature. You know, the smell when the rain comes down.
It was a refreshing change after years of living in the city filled with pollution. I open my eyes timidly to adjust my eye to the sun, which is currently blazing towards me. But, the heat is bearable and if I must say this is nothing compared to the sun I feel in the city with the thin ozone and green house effect.
I check my surrounding to identify that I was currently in the middle of a forest. I am standing in a clearing surrounded by trees, maybe the giant tree is more like it as it easily exceed 20 meters.
The clearing is done by the [Teleport] skill that sends shockwave to surrounding to ensure my save landing. Wouldn't want to be spiked by a tree now would I?
*Growwwwwwllllllll*
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What? I can feel hungry too you know. After all that huge mana that I need to burn just to change dimension.
I dropped to my knees. Ugh, I feel like hell.
Now it's not just the hungers, but mana exhaustion at the same time. It's been a long time since I use this much mana. My use of mana is limited there as that world doesn't have mana so I cannot gain it back if I use my power.
Mana exhaustion doesn't just happen if you are low in mana, but will also trigger if it isn't used for some time. Just like the body, if you haven't exercised for some time and when you start you'll have a sore muscle after.
Mana exhaustion feels something like chronic asthma so the victim will lose the ability to breath leisurely for some time until your body have recovered enough mana or get used to it. I think 200 years without using it is a little bit too much for the body while staying on the ground for some time.
After I was sure the pain have subsided, I stand slowly and execute [Observe] skill.
At that time the whole world is enveloped by a massive sonar-like wave, that is released by me as the epic center. Then the wave rebounds back towards me and at the moment I receive thousands upon thousands information that I compress making a window like screen.
INFOWorld :TrafiaWorld Line :Utopia
RaceHuman (22%)
Elves (7%)
Fairy (6%)
Dwarfs (15%)
Beastman (16%)
Demon (4%)
Merman (8%)
Phantasm (6%)
High Beings (7%)
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Anomalies :DetectedWorld map :PossibleMagic :PossibleLanguage :PossibleTime :500 years (not recommended to change dimension)ObjectiveRemove Anomalies
Travel the world
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"This is new"
I have never been to this world line before.
Each world line have at least 10-15 inhabitable world so, seeing that I have encountered a new world line it would mean that I have finished the Osia line (previous world line).
I guess my elemental magic won't work here. In every line the elemental power which is wind, water, fire and earth is patterned to its line to keep the stability.
So now that I have changed line, the element that I once can manifest with the flick of my finger is no more. Of course the element also is present here, but my affinity with them may change.
I guess its experimenting time...
I gather mana in surrounding air and try to make a fire or a spark at least. Of course I know the physics and chemistry behind making a fire, but believe me, in magic if you are too biased and just consider the science part and not the supernatural part, you won't be a good mage.
Magic is like an art, many mage can create a fireball, but only few perfected it. Well, back to the fire.
[Spark] I said.
*Bbrzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
I face-palm myself. Rather than creating a fire spark, I created an electric spark. Well, at the very least I know I can create lightning, seeing how my so call fire spark turn into lightning one.
I underestimate the line change too much. It didn't only affect my elemental affinity, but also my mana sensibility and control.
It won't be a bother, but having a control towards your own power is better than none.
After a few minutes experimenting and testing. I found out that I have affinity towards all the element, but like I suspected I have less to no control in it.
It’s a good thing I can still use my Void, Light, Dark and Colorless magic. Any other magic that is not categorize is colorless magic such as body enhancement and searching skill. In short its magic without element.
Well, enough experimenting for now. It sure is interesting to get new experience,but I hardly use any elemental magic because I’m more of a melee type which focus more on colorless and Void magic.
Then I notice, I was still wearing my brand new tuxedo. I must look so stupid if I may say so myself wearing something like this in the middle of the forest. I gather my mana and turn it into a black mist and surround it all over my body. What I’m using right now is creation magic which can change particle from the smallest atom to the biggest particle. In other means, if I know how it works I can make it.
I will the mist to change the clothing that I have and using my imagination I get a satisfying result. A black robe with hood, which have a vertical red line from the top to bottom and a blue line at the sleeve. I want to make a dark brown robe as black is too suspicious, but I have a feeling I will get dirty later. The first day is always rough.
I will the mist once again concentrating it onto my hand. The mist started to take shape, thinner and longer until it dispersed leaving a katana almost 2 meter behind. The katana has a black hilt and black wood scabbard.
The scabbard has a gold and red carving, leaving a majestic feeling to it. Unsheathing it from the scabbard a shining blade shows itself. I swing this familiar katana with ease as if it's an extension of my own part. Each time the blade swings, it is as if the air itself is being cut as it vibrate.
If anyone were to see the performance, they will be mesmerized by the fluidity of the blade movement, the skillful footwork as if balancing the body to give the swing an extra power until it becomes hazy to see as the surrounding as air began to vibrate, and when it is finally sheathed back, the surrounding air disperse with such force as if its control have been cut releasing the pent up power it holds.
Beads of sweat dripped from my chin as I correct my stance after such vigorous movement and swing. Back when I’m in Raftar (The previous world) I never miss to practice my swordsmanship at least once a day. Even when I met my daughter back in the suburb or even in the city I still train it.
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“I’m starting to miss her already”
I said while remembering our 20 years together.
For me 20 years is not a long time, as my time differ than those of normal beings. What I am is a long story, but who I am?
My name is Hisaki Haruto. Age... Maybe around 6000 years, or is it 7000?
I lost count after a few millennium.
Appearance will have to wait till I get to see a mirror for a clearer view, as my appearance changes when I enter a new world.
Nostalgic feeling came creeping out when I’m thinking about the past. I remembered the good, the bad, the dark..... The pure darkness.
I put my left hand onto my trembling right hand which is holding the katana. I lean the hilt to my forehead and whisper something with a voice as if pleading only to be heard by the katana.
*Ktangggggg*
A sound reverberate through the silent surrounding. A sound like a hammer is strucked onto an anvil.
I let loose a smile when I see that the hilt is seal together with the scabbard.
“Thank you”
I mutter and hang the katana to my waist. The katana shrink as not to disrupt my movement now only reaching to half a meter, suited for my height which I think not more than a meter and a half.
[Break]
I chant, and once again a sound reverberate through the air, but this time a sound as if a glass breaking is heard.
It seems like some troublesome people is trying to get hold onto the cause of the mana fluctuations here maybe due to [Teleport] or [Observe].
I wear my hood and walk away from the clearing heading towards south-east. I need to get some distance from this place to avoid any unnecessary attention.
Looking up to the sun, which is blazing when I arrive just now is starting to set. I’m guessing I have about 2-3 hours before it got dark. It seems I have been playing for too long.
I need to look for a water source and according to my mental map, there’s a pond a few kilometers ahead, about 100 something kilometers I guess.
I would want to avoid walking in the forest at night. Its dangerous as you can’t see the tree roots and may tumble, but no worries as I’ve develop a night vision just for that situation.
I enter the forest, and it is eerily quiet. I ignore it and keep on moving. Because of the low light penetration I sometimes stumble onto a few overgrown roots and stones. I was halfway through the journey when I detect a presence.
A grunt-like shout resound through the forest and a pair of red eye show up from the darkness of the forest. Because of the low visibility, I can’t get a clear view of the perpetrator. I chant [Identify]
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Orc WarchiefSpecies :Chieftan (Orc Varient)Rank :BTag :Red
A variant, that’s rare. I don’t know if I’m lucky or not, but this world just keeps surprising me more and more.
Every time the Warchief stomps the ground inching closer and closer, the ground shakes. I can detect a few... Few hundreds Orc behind him a little further behind.
To gather this many orcs just after a few hours of my arrival, I don’t think it’s here to give a royal welcome.
As the silhouette of the Orc get closer. I can make out its appearance, a 5 meter overly muscled with pig head with a dark brown skin colour. One of its eyes is scarred and one of its ears has a claw mark. It is shouldering a big mace like weapon covered in rust and dried blood. The Warchief is wearing a metal chain mail armor not from a good quality material, but gives a decent protection.
The Orc Warchief stop right in front of me. He pulled out the mace on his back and ready it in his hand and ushered me to ready my weapon. Now I’m confused, since when did Orc become a civilized creature since there are famous for their underhanded tactics and trap.
I salute to the Orc in my mind which change my impression of Orc. I guess change is something you choose, but I still don’t know why the Orc is asking me to ready my weapon.
“Is it a duel or a fight you’re looking for from me Orc?”
The Orc snorted and tells his reason in the Orc language which involves many oink and snort, added with an excessive drop of saliva.
I make a mental note on my to do list.
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To-do list1.Never master the Orc’s language.
So, if my understanding of the Orc’s language is enough, what he’s saying is something like this.
“I want to squash you, puny human, but the guardian of the lake asks me not to shed unnecessary blood. If you draw your sword, then I don’t think she will complain.”
Right, so much as a different Orc. I’m feeling depressed by my own ideal, but also a little happy to know that these guys never change where ever they are.
“Since when did Orc’s follow orders?”
I ask as if mocking him.
The Orc slam his mace to the ground, shaking the surrounding and leaving a crater on it showing its monstrous strength and displeasure of being mocked.
Snorting, oinking and now grunting voices can be heard from the warchief.
By now I can make out a few pairs of red eyes lurking through the shadow surrounding me as if reacting to their leader displeasure. These guys are pretty coordinated for a beast which relies on their muscle.
“You mock me human! I do this to gain the trust of the guardian before I break her, in many ways?
Said the warchief while laughing with a disgusting lustful face.
“I see. I guess there’s no problem if you were to perish here then”
I said losing all my interest in the Warchief.
The Warchief is now furious as you can see his pig face is getting redder and redder and he swings his mace with more speed and strength and before.
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“Is that it?”
I ask irritatedly
I was hoping he can give me more excitement for my first battle, what a let down. I guess he’s just all talk.
The mace he swings is stopped. Not by my hand, nor magic, but by the katana’s scabbard.
As his mace swings down, I push the hilt backward, making the scabbard facing upward and returning it to its original length. It absorbs the impact of the swing and stopped the mace easily.
The Warchief is shocked as his mace is stopped, and before he can recover from the shocked I use [Repulse]. The mace is repelled from the scabbard with such astounding force discarding it from the Warchief.
In the next moment, I disappeared from his view and showed up behind him with my right hand in an arrow like stance. Dripping from it is a few drops of blood before the body of the Warchief which is behind me drop to its knee.
The surrounding then showers with rain. A red rain sourcing from the decapitated Warchief.
I jerk my hand a few times to remove the blood. My robe is showered with the blood, I’m glad I didn’t choose the brown robe.
I readied my hand once more in an arrow like stance (->).
“Shall we end this then, children”
I said while squinting my eyes before vanishing from their views.
I reappear behind their line and start slashing the orc like butter, one by one. The orc didn’t have time to react as I showed within their blind spot and the slaughter continue until I was stopped by an incoming swing of an axe.
I stopped it using my scabbard and notice that the orc who swing the axe is different from the normal.
Orc GeneralSpecies :MorcRank :CTag :Red
Looking at the Orc, I think I know what the M stands for. Muscle... Yup muscle, those excessive muscle, which can make anybody shiver predicting the monstrous strength it hold.
The Warchief is certainly bigger than them, but I lost interest in him quite early making me finishing him instantly. I guess these guys can entertain me. The reason I’m saying ‘these’ guys is because currently there are 7 of them surrounding me.
More than an orc, they almost look like a minatour, but still with the same pig head. I don’t know why, but the stronger they are, the uglier they become.
Seeing that I’m not moving, the 2 orc behind me make the first move by swinging down their bastard sword. I use knocked the axe away and dodge both of the swing by positioning myself in the middle of the 2 sword.
I use [Repulse] on my palm knocking both of the sword away, but before I can finish the 2 orc, another Bastard sword came swinging by horizontally.
From the strength of the swing and its speed, it can cut my torso into half, or that’s what the orc thinks, but what left there to cut is just air.
The orc couldn’t make out what happens next, as his head is already rolling on the ground. I didn’t dodge the sword, but instead hop onto it and use [Repulse] on my feet making the sword pushed to the ground and I took the chance to decapitate him.
Seeing one of them fall the orcs became more furious and the 3 which still have their weapon charge. 2 orcs have a bastard sword and another is the orc with the two handed axe. The 2 orc swings their bastard sword from both my flank, while the axe holder swing it from the top trying to break my guard.
I kick the scabbard up and defended against the axe while grabbing both the sword that came swinging with my bare hand. I use [Repulse] on the scabbard and [Shatter] in my hand. The axe goes flying up while the sword starts to crack and shatter into pieces.
The orcs backed away looking that their weapon is useless against me. I didn’t let them back too far as I start my offense. I rush towards the 3 orc while dodging the barrage of fist they throw as a last attempt to keep me at bay.
I grab one of the hand, pulled it towards me and give a flipping kick. The force of my kick sends him flying, but as I was still holding his arm he just flips leaving his arms bending in a weird direction.
I think my physical strength still has the same power, as the orc which I just kick have its skull crushed.
I walk to the remaining orc. The 4 orc has reorganized their strategy for their last struggle. It didn’t take long for them to attack.
Using my footwork I dodge their fist smoothly and overthrow them using Aikido move. The throw is not meant to disable them or anything, just me adjusting and getting used to my physical power once more. The orc get up and rush forward and this cycle repeat a few times.
“I think this much is enough”
After satisfied with the result, but the Orc General didn’t look too satisfied it seems.
Their light brown skin colour turns red and roar in rage. It looks like the roar round up the remaining orc soldier and their moral rouse.
I gather mana in my hand, but the orc general rush towards me sensing magic will be invoked. They have taken the bait, I don’t need to gather mana in my hand to invoke this magic as I invoked [Impact] on my hand within a second.
My hand is cladd with a transparent, whitish aura. I shove the punch from one of the orc generals and punch it in the solar plexus. I move to the next general and dodge its rush while jumping on his shoulder delivering a punch to the temple of his head.
I vanish from the spot moving to my next target, giving him a sweep to the leg and punching it away while grabbing a punch from the last general. I lift the general from his feet and throw him away.
He crash into a tree breaking it. The surrounding gone quiet. The cheer and roar from the soldier now are no more until a cracking sound can be heard. I release [Impact] from my hand and the general’s body begin to bloat until it explodes.
The silence continues before a few orc starting to back away.
“Don’t worry, I know how ‘loyal’ you guys are. So let me send you to where your leaders are.”
I said while invoking [Beat].
Confirming 124 orc soldier with [Beat] in the surrounding.
“I guess it’s time to end this”
I invoked [Burst].
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The surrounding turn into nightmare after that. The once lush greenery is now covered with a red carpet still dripping wet.
“Like I said, the first day will be rough”
While relaxing my stance.