*Ding* Level up, motherfucker!
Wait, what? I didn’t level up.
Not you, dickhead, ! I leveled up! I finally cobbled together my first spell. Check it out-
Truth felt the spell fill his second aperture and almost groaned in pleasure. He hadn’t realized how wrong it felt leaving them empty. Though he did rember the whole “who is the mage?” conversations very clearly.
So what is it?
An erotic binding ritual! I figure, why not give you that helping hand you so obviously need?
Truth nearly did a spit take, which would have been a neat trick since he wasn’t drinking anything. He very carefully didn’t look over at Etenesh and Jember, reading next to him.
Seriously, there were so many of them in rkovah’s books that it was comically easy. Well, comparatively easy. The really easy stuff was the incantations to carve on little ho spell bowls and so remarkably nasty curse tablets. Even for , these were so “Oh WOW” level curses. I have to think that the humans making them didn’t understand what they had created there.
You figured the best thing to work on was a magic rape spell. System. Congratulations on developing a new spell. That’s a huge achievent. And it is so incredibly you to choose a spell that deprives soone of their free will and ability to consent. Ten out of ten. Incredible job. DIE IN A FIRE.
Truth had the uncomfortable sense that the System was laughing at him.
Alright. I just learned that one. There were more than thirty of them. You people disgust . This is the one I improved.
Truth felt the aperture empty and fill again. It did raise an unpleasant question- could he stop the System from forcibly swapping his spells around? Second question, related, why the hell was he feeding the System, professional body hijacker, books on spiritual possession?
Not that you asked, but yes, regrettably, you could stop from forcibly swapping your spells around. We are now in a more, eh… conventional spiritual possession relationship. The language for this is pretty crude. I’m haunting your undead ass, and you could resist my efforts to help you. You did it when you were still in Starbrite, you may recall.
When you tried to murder .
Well, that was the most obvious ti. There were others, but you didn’t notice. Anyhow, not important. New spell! I thought, what is it that you don’t have that you really need? Magically speaking. And then I thought of a load of really cruel jokes, but I am saving them. This is about , not about your inadequacies.
Right. Right. Related point- I want to watch you drown. I want to give you lungs just so I can watch the horror in your eyes as your new lungs fill with the piss of a thousand rats.
…
Alright, fair play to you. That was legitimately horrifying. The notion of giving soone lungs… wuergh. Look, it’s a utility spell. It’s pretty similar to the Jeon Universal Spell. Call it the Siphios edition, with so useful upgrades. Basically, you know how everyone around you seems to be casting magic spells they plainly don’t know? Well, they are using magical tools to do it.
I know? That's how that works? It’s how everything works?
Hey, shut up. So anyway, this will let you use more sophisticated devices than the “Haha, talisman go twhip thwhip thwip!” needler and that… ugly stick that shoots acid.
I share your disgust for fetishes.
It’s not that all of them are terrible or that they have to be terrible. Just most of them. Although I think our collection of samples isn’t really representative. ANYWAY! You can use the spell to run more complicated magic through more specialized or sophisticated magical devices. Since it’s optimized by , you will use less energy doing it, and it will work faster.
Nice. I’ll have to find so to try it out.
You have one. Your new sword.
Truth paused to consider that one. It was certainly heavily enchanted. So heavily he didn’t want to draw it anywhere on campus, lest it start a ruckus. Didn’t see why he needed a spell to use it, though. It was a sword. It killed demons and burned away corruption. Not really much else he wanted it to do.
What else can it do?
I have no idea. When you are done here, you should go find out. I’m all for milking everything we can out of rkovah, but we should also keep an eye on our exit.
That sounded sensible to him. Besides, it was getting late. No need to abuse the library access privileges so early in their stay.
Sword experintation had to wait until the next morning, as everyone was tired. Though the look on rkovah’s face when he saw Truth standing outside his door first thing in the morning was priceless.
“Young man, why are you here.”
“I’m bodyguarding. You are the body. I am guarding.”
The old man in disguise rubbed his forehead. “Mr. Wells.”
“Yes, Teacher rkovah?”
“You a released from your duties while we are on campus. If you are needed for a job, I will let you know.”
“Excellent. However, I have no money. Can I eat on campus? And any chance of a sign-on bonus?”
rkovah gave him a disbelieving look. “You an other than a top-quality spell and a truly precious sword?”
Another person might have been cowed by the force of reason here. Truth, however, was a survivor of the Starbrite PMC. The little tricks of employers trying to cheap out were well known to him.
“Mission-critical spells and equipnt are to be provided by the Employer and are not part of the compensation package. I have already demonstrated that I am superb value for the money.” Truth shifted into his “talking to the client” persona. Polite but forceful. rkovah’s disbelieving look intensified.
“Good heavens. You really did work for-”
“No one worth ntioning, Teacher rkovah.”
rkovah shook his head and pulled out a few bills from his wallet. “Here. A bonus week’s pay. You can get breakfast, lunch, and dinner here at the University. Breakfast and lunch in the cafeteria, dinner with the faculty. Study, train, socialize, whatever you want to do. Just be ready to head out again in the next day or two. The hour after lunch will be our ti for studying Incisive. I assu you spend so ti on your Valentinian ditation?”
“Yes… sowhat. I find visualization hard. Right now, I am working on temporarily reinforcing the conception of different parts of my body for use in combat. For example, I can stick my hand in an ordinary fire if I am concentrating and running the spell. I was able to safely grab an imp. I would have a hard ti slapping a fireball out of the air.”
rkovah frowned at that. “That is not what the diations are for. It is nice that you managed a combat application with it, but it’s ant to provide permanent improvents, not temporary enhancents. The fact that you managed it just shows how much work is still needed. The more advanced you beco in the diations, the longer it takes for the spell to launch its effect.” He thought for a mont.
“The ditations are sothing you will spend the rest of your life practicing. There is no end to them, so ti spent improving your foundations now will have exponential benefits later. Stop trying to do the actual ditations and spend so ti just ditating. I will prepare so study materials for you when we et for our Incisive tutorial.”
“Thank you, Teacher.” Truth started to bow but was imdiately stopped.
“Young man! I told you, such things are not done here in Siphios! You will get in trouble if people see you doing that!”
“Ah. Right. You did say that. I apologize. Why is it such a problem? I an, people bend over all the ti, right?”
“Bowing specificallyfrom the waist is used to salute the Royal Family. Doing it to anyone else in Siphios is considered disrespecting the Royal Family and a cri.”
Truth shrugged. On the one hand, that sounded silly. On the other hand, it was reassuring to know that soone in Siphios treated hierarchy with seriousness.
“Alright. One other minor thing- I plan on learning how to use my sword today. My spirit of intellect put together a spell that should help. You said I should keep it sheathed until you explained how to use it safely?”
rkovah looked thoughtful.
He found the cousins enjoying their breakfast, noses buried in books. Jember had that “fresh out of the shower after a quick 10k run” vibe and was looking sharp. Etenesh seed to have done sothing different with her hair. It was usually free and flowy, but it was a little more pulled together today. He wasn’t sure he liked it, but cheap romance novels had told him exactly what to do in this situation.
Well, other than blow up for no reason, insult her, and storm off. Why did that keep turning up in those books?
“Morning Etenesh, Jember. Did you do sothing different with your hair today, Etenesh?”
She smiled brilliantly. “Yes, I threw in so extra conditioner. I’m trying out sothing new. Do you like it?”
His instinct was to say, “It’s fine,” and get breakfast. However, this was often used as a negative model in the cheap-romance-novel case studies. He tried one of the less flowery responses he had seen proposed.
“I do. It’s very nice. The way you had your hair before was also really nice, so I’m not sure which is my favorite.” Bam. Word for word. Ten out of ten. Nailed it. Next stop, personality town.
“See, Jember, SO people know quality when they see it.” All hail Truth, God-King of breakfast chat! All Hail! ALL HAIL!
“So, Tommy, what are your favorite hairstyles? A good eye like yours must have a lot of experience seeing what is best.” Ah. Fuck. Was there a line he could steal for this? Nothing ca to mind. Deflect!
“I’m afraid duty calls. rkovah wants us to et up in the Ritual Testing Chamber. Although he wasn’t clear if it was a Ritual Test perford in the Chamber or if it was a Chamber for Testing Rituals. Either way, I am concerned.”
“The latter. It’s basically a heavily reinforced room with lots of safety asures built in. The University has a little block of them, mostly for labs and postgrad research.” Jember stood, tidying away the remains of his breakfast. Etenesh did the sa.
“The testing rooms are in the back of the campus, for obvious reasons. It will take us a few minutes to get there.” Mission: Deflection- Success! Bonus: Chatting more with the increasingly attractive cousins.
“That will leave us plenty of ti to talk hair.” God damn it.
The Ritual Testing Chambers were apparently the architect’s response to allegations of excessive artistic flair in the rest of the campus. It was a windowless cube made of cinderblocks and painted a high gloss white. A white that was now looking smudged and muddy after a few years of exposure to the elents. There wasn’t even a sign.
The interior is where the decoration budget apparently ran out. Poured concrete floor, bare cinderblock walls, and cheap light talismans stuck every few ters down the hallway.
“Gosh, I missed a lot not going to university.”
“It’s a safety thing, actually. All the ritual testing facilities look like this. At least on every campus I have visited.” Jember said. “If nothing is there, it’s easy to dispel any lingering magic on people and drive out any undesired spirits.”
“Huh. I don’t know anything about setting up magical rituals beyond what I read in the instruction manuals. Is that kind of thing a big problem?”
Jember pointed up. The roof was sheet tal. “Cooling is handled by charms carved into the ceiling struts. Everything else up there is built as lightweight as possible to channel explosions “Up” instead of “Out.”
“This is why I stay in the library,” Etenesh muttered. “It’s so much safer.”
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