Epic Of The Demonic Sage Chapter 40
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Reading about these relics reminded Lucius of a few spells from his past life. They had similar effects to these gifts and one of them even seemed to be the same as that from his past life, the only difference being the name.
'The Sword of Duran, huh? The ability to cut anything, this is nearly the same as the sword of legends Durandal. Though that sword was said to have been lost a long time ago in one of the expeditions to the different worlds.
It had switched owners many times and was even in the hands of the Barrom clan once upon a time, though when it was lost, the Tharian theocracy had it in their hands last. Though... what was the world that they lost it in? Hmm… I'll need to remember.
If it really is the same sword, then my previous world and this one may be linked in some way for it to end up here.' Lucius thought.
"I think that's enough for now, Asher. You should retire to your bedroom." Kiana spoke.
"Is it time already?" And just as Lucius said that, a chime of a bell was heard.
~DENG~
This was the bell that chimed twice in a day, once at midnight and once at noon. Lucius had seen that the way the people in this world kept time was a bit modern, in that they actually had proper clocks.
These clocks were mechanical, and there was even a clock tower in the center of the city. There was even a small clock that hung on the wall of his bedroom. Lucius had not checked the internals of the clock so he did not know how accurate it was, but for now, anything would be better than nothing.
"Looks like it really is the time," Lucius said before standing up and returning to his bedroom.
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Kiana didn't let him take the books with him as she knew he would try to read them after she was gone, thus Lucius had no choice but to sleep. Though he had to admit that this body really was quite tired and could not bear to work for extended times.
"I'll need to strengthen it much more. Though I do not know how good this body's potential is…" Lucius muttered to himself.
While laying on the bed, a thought came to Lucius. It was about the linkage of the different worlds and the dimensions. His mind wandered to the dimensional theories and spatial laws, before he realized something obvious.
"Wait a minute, if I want to check the connections between words, I can test the hypothesis in a roundabout way. I can just see if I can connect to the hell dimension from here." Lucius thought out loud.
Hell was considered to be a multi dimensional entity such that there were multiple versions of the same. Lucius had seen them first hand when he was traveling through the many dimensions and worlds.
In that time he had seen many worlds that had religions and nearly every religion had something along the concept of hell.
The members of the great Barrom Clan could channel the energies of hell using the true names of demons. Lucius knew that it would not be possible for him to do something like that, as a naming ceremony would require a lot of preparation and resources.
In a world such as this where he didn't know if there were any practitioner of the demonic arts or those that had links to hell, he didn't want to attempt something like that without proper preparation.
What Lucius wanted to attempt right now was something that every child that was part of the Barrom clan was taught, no matter their status. Lucius was going to create a hell imprint on his soul.
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This was the very first thing one needed to do if they wanted to learn about demonic magics and abilities. Theoretically, anyone could create an imprint and all they needed was the specific set of coordinates that linked to a hell gate.
Back at the Barrom clan, there were millions if not tens of millions of these coordinates compiled in their libraries. But the tough part came from here as not all coordinates worked for everyone, so they often needed to spend time finding the correct one.
For children that were born in the higher-ups of the Barrom clan or those that were True Bloods, this part was easy as the coordinate that worked for their parents would work for them as well. Due to them having direct links to the demons and having a fraction of their bloodline in them, it was very natural for them.
Some of the geniuses were even able to make their own coordinates when they attempted to make the imprint, as their innate connection with hell would be quite strong. Lucius remembered his own experience from back then.
He had attempted to make a hell imprint for the first time when he was eight years old and only succeeded when he twelve years old, taking a total of four years. This was considered to be average compared to most children of his status as he was a low born servant.
But while doing this, Lucius came upon another difficulty. He didn't know if the same coordinates would work or not in this world. For all he knew, the hell dimension that the Barrom clan used could be completely detached from this world and the coordinates would not work, no matter what he tried.
"Hmm… I'll have to try something else if this doesn't work," Lucius muttered to himself.
He stilled his mind and tried to access his soul. For him who had spent who knows how much time as a soul travailing through the dimensions and the worlds it was rather easy. About thirty minutes later, Lucius felt as if his body had disappeared and he was now in an empty space.
His point of view was that of a third person and he was now staring at an illusory figure that looked like him from his past life; this was nothing but his soul.
But when he was looking at it, he found there to be something peculiar about it.
"What's this?"
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