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Chapter 56
The carriage ride was four hours long.
Four maddening hours of isolation, separated from Cordelia, Fractal, V, and Ten because of some obscure Bastian law that required me to ride alone.
Not even the attendant from earlier had been allowed to accompany me—not that I had ever caught her name.
The silence was suffocating.
The walls of the carriage weren’t just thick—they were layered with sound-dampening enchantments. Even if I screamed, the driver wouldn’t hear ...
2025-03-28 14:13:34 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 55
"What. Are. You. DOING. HERE!?"
The voice was a thunderclap—violent, unrelenting. The loudest thing I had heard in ages. It crashed over me like a tidal wave, rattling my bones, leaving an uncomfortable ringing in my skull. I recoiled, pressing my hands over my ears, cursing my mother’s genetics.
I might not have inherited the long ears of an Almiraj, but that’s not where their real senses come from. And that... I had gotten in full.
Ugh.
Rubbing my temples—an ...
2025-03-28 01:58:58 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 54
There was an art to negotiation.
It wasn’t just about knowing what you wanted. It was about knowing what the other party wanted—and, more importantly, what they feared losing.
I leaned back in my chair, watching Barbra with measured patience.
She sat across from me, legs crossed, the picture of effortless confidence. Barbatos, the Queen of Beasts, Dominus of Wild Things. The sharp-toothed devil who had clawed her way to the top, one contract at a time.
She preferre...
2025-03-26 13:38:49 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 53
After enduring the monotony of my day, finding myself ensnared once more in the labyrinthine library felt like an unearned blessing. Unlike the previous night—where I had been stripped of all sensory input beyond my aura—this evening unfolded in a more familiar way. Towering bookshelves stretched into infinity, surrounding me like ancient sentinels, their wooden spines groaning beneath the weight of knowledge. The air smelled of parchment, ink, and something faintly metallic, as if the li...
2025-03-26 02:38:02 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 52
The archery range? Boring.
Thanks to my vector awareness, I already knew the trajectory of every arrow before I even released it. The air currents in my aura? Mapped out. The exact point of impact? Predetermined. I wasn’t aiming—I was calculating.
When I activated my Shell, my arrows multiplied, forming three phantasmal duplicates. As always, they created a chaotic three-body orbit, twisting and spiraling unpredictably in the air—at least, to everyone else watching. To me? I...
2025-03-25 01:57:08 +0000 UTC View PostInterlude Vanitas 3
That. Damned. Brat.
He has been asleep for a year. A fucking year.
I waited. I endured. I played my part, twirling through the halls of Danatallion’s cage like a patient performer waiting for his cue. And just when I should finally claim my prize—just when the ink should be dry, the contract sealed, and his soul tethered ever so neatly to my will—what happens?
The moment I even attempt to collect, he gets whisked away.
To her market.
Of course. Of course, s...
2025-03-23 23:16:12 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 51
I came to consciousness in the space between two worlds—the lingering haze of the Market of Indulgence still clinging to my senses, interwoven with the structured stillness of Danatallion’s Library. It wasn’t the restful awakening of a long, rejuvenating sleep, nor was it the jarring snap of being yanked from unconsciousness.
It was simply awareness.
I was alert. Present. Neither exhausted nor invigorated. Just… there.
It took me a moment to register my surroundings,...
2025-03-23 23:14:31 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 50
“If… If this is supposed to be some grand challenge that escalates every day for ten years, then why do I typically only face one adversary each night?”
“That is a common misconception.” Lumivis’s voice was level, yet edged with something I couldn’t quite place—mild exasperation, perhaps. “Each night, the challenge grows, yes, but it must remain within your reach. The library does not know the full scope of what is ‘doable’ for you, not until you push your limits. ...
2025-03-22 23:04:41 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 49
AN: Final Time I'll state this about Lumivis. All bold or no bold. Just see Lumivis as Bold for me ;w;
“What…what is this?” I nearly screamed out loud. Seeing the person on the cover – it was me.
“Oh. That’s not great. Well I now know what your challenge for the evening is.” Lumivis spoke with a voice of a thousand sorrows. His entire inhuman gaze still managed to convey the feeling of worry.
“Yeah. I think I do too. You said that the person placed wit...
2025-03-21 23:14:32 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 48
AN: Same as before and all future Lumivis's speech. See it as Bold Text.
The moment fragments of the story crossed into my aura, they turned to me. Their attention was immediate—some drawn by curiosity, others by something far more hostile. Peaceful wasn’t the word I would use to describe the ones that refrained from open aggression. They simply weren’t overtly leaking killing intent.
One figure emerged from the shifting mass of spectral entities—a knight, clad in obsidia...
2025-03-21 22:59:03 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 47
AN: Lumivis's Text is supposed to be bold. Due to Patreon's formatting, I either bold this entire chapter, or make none of it bold. Please forgive me for not Bolding Lumivis's text/speech
Chapter 47
That night, I was pulled into Danatallion’s Halls.
It felt... wrong.
The familiar labyrinth of bookshelves, towering tomes, and endless corridors was gone. In its place, an abyss stretched infinitely, swallowing all light and warmth. Cold. Empty. The silence pressed aga...
2025-03-21 22:57:55 +0000 UTC View PostInterlude - Marrllyn 1
Prince Marryllyn lounged across his opulent chair, one leg hooked over the armrest as he tossed a gilded coin between his fingers. His other hand massaged his temple as a dramatic sigh left his lips. "Alright, which one of you is responsible for my headache today? Because I swear, this one is worse than the time the Guild of Alchemical Fools nearly blew up the western district."
The assembled Guildmasters and advisors exchanged glances. A few rolled their eyes, ...
2025-03-20 21:42:01 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 46
As I emerged from my trance, I caught Ranah’s gaze fixed on me, her expression laced with curiosity. She clearly had questions, but I was far too drained to entertain them. My head throbbed like I had been reading through an entire library of cursed tomes in a single sitting. Rubbing my left temple, I instinctively channeled my Gloss to verify a few things.
You have fully awoken your Dimension and Nature mana types.
You have unlocked a new mana type: Star.
Plea...
Chapter 45
My ostentatiously massive barracks—an unparalleled luxury—awaited me like an open-armed host. The sheer personalization of the space was both extravagant and intimate, with each person’s room reflecting their identity in vivid detail.
Cordelia’s quarters were a garden in bloom, alive with flowers, both as a representation of her Arte and as a practical source for her tea blends. Fractal’s space—at least, I assumed it was hers—was cluttered with ent...
2025-03-18 20:19:29 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 44
I was finally cleared—not that I’d ever followed my doctor’s advice to the letter.
My leg, or rather, the veins inside it, had been replaced with something called Ion-Veil. A synthetic vascular system designed to regulate my blood flow after I’d ruined my original one through mercurial toxicity. My healing limit had been stretched far past its breaking point, which was why I’d spent an entire year in a coma.
Naturally, the moment...
2025-03-18 20:18:43 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 43
My body was torn into shreds. Hundreds. Thousands. Ribbons of red spiraled through the air, twisting like macabre streamers, a grotesque parody of celebration. They wove themselves into the cyclone of buzzing wings, merging with the writhing storm that had consumed me.
Faces. So many faces.
Mothers, brothers, daughters, sisters, sons, fathers. Their features flickered through the black, undying tide, hollowed eyes staring out from the writ...
2025-03-18 20:13:26 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 42
Six times, I had failed. Six times, I had died.
Each attempt had ended the same way—whenever I neared a puddle of brackish water, something struck from beyond my sight. A scythe-like limb, impossibly fast, cutting through flesh and bone as if I were made of parchment. Each time, I tried to react. Each time, I failed.
The worst part wasn't the dying. It wasn't even the waiting to wake up at the start again, with my heartbeat hammering, my...
2025-03-18 00:12:25 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 41
Much to my dismay, the answer was yes.
I was alone.
The ruins of the city loomed around me like the remains of some fallen titan, skeletal buildings jutting toward the ashen sky. The streets were littered with corpses, their forms twisted in agony—some charred beyond recognition, others half-eaten as if something had feasted upon them. Some bore the distinct perforations and shattered bone of gunfire, while others had been sliced apart b...
2025-03-17 20:20:42 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 40
Pendell, a city renowned for its towering spires and vibrant marketplace, once stood as a proud and prosperous center of trade, culture, and innovation. Situated along the coast, Pendell’s cobblestone streets had long been a testament to the blending of ancient architecture with the vitality of modern ingenuity. Yet, despite its outward serenity, the city’s history is one fraught with war, political intrigue, and, above all, the unpredictable influence of magic. The rise and fall of P...
2025-03-16 16:48:47 +0000 UTC View Post