《Chocolate Obsessed Genius Mage》Chapter 19. Preparations should be proportional to the degree of danger you'll face.
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Alex's POV:
I sat in a lotus position and closed my eyes. A moment later, I no longer thought of anything other than the task at hand. I stood up as if in a trance and grabbed a piece of magically enhanced chalk out of a dimensional pocket, made of some pretty special ingredients and prepared to draw on the floor. Was this necessary? Not really but it gives me a peace of mind if something were to go wrong. As proud as I am in my skills, it's always better to be safe than sorry. I know exactly how dangerous what I'm attempting to do now is and the more security measures that are put here just in case, the better.
First of all, concentration. Any complicated spell requires an absolute focus on every step needed to succeed. Me? I enter a different state of mind, a sort of meditation when I don't get easily affected by outside forces. Really, not many things could make me lose control over this state unless someone made me feel a very strong emotional shock... Like a crying redhead midget...
...
Yeah. Anyway, what I need to do now is to draw a supportive and protective barrier merged together. Those 2 are surrounded by an additional layer of magical world reinforcement and mind strengthening. I'll go swimming in the river of possibilities, I need some sort of protection and an anchor in my original reality to not lose my way in that crowded place. The first time I tried this I almost got lost there, good that I didn't go too far from my place. Sometimes I still wonder if I really chose the right reality and not one that only seems to be the same but had some differences to the first time continuum where I started. No matter, that's not important.
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I have a limited space underground, so let's make it as compact as possible. Draw a circle here, a square there. Add some runes inside, leave some free space in this triangle... Pour mana in all 966 required spots... Each amount different... connect all the little spells that are linked to create a few bigger formations which in turn secure even stronger charms...
Now! Dimensional hole, open! 16 adamantine stakes, taken out! All the metal sticks put in the formation and steadily positioned in the ground! Next! 36 big Ighis stones! More! Ground mana stones made into fine powder ready! And now... all 966 high beast cores put in each corresponding mana infused places... I took out a thin and extremely delicate mithril rope from another pocket dimension and wound it around all 16 adamantine sticks, at the same time pouring my own mana inside of it to the brim of its durability. The silvery wire connected the stakes in an unusual way, going along the drawn lines of the formation beneath. There can be no mistake!
For some time I stopped my work, critically eyeing everything I prepared. A brief look at the newly awakened Berserker confirmed she obediently wasn't moving from her spot. So... It seems like I can finally start the transferring of another human being from another branch of reality. I've never done it before but it should be fine, right? I think I can make it. It shouldn't be that hard, right? I've been there before so it's not like I'm gonna have any difficulties, right?
Probably...
Whatever. I'm just gonna do it. Alrighty then. Now! I need to go deeper into my trance so I sit in a lotus position and go deeper into meditation. I stop thinking about where I am or who I am. I fall. Going deeper, deeper into the darkness, where my essence of dark purple colour awaits. This is my very being, the beginning and end of each existence. The source of life and thoughts, some would call it a soul. Good! I concentrate and a moment later I become the brightly glowing in the darkness essence: I become purely - me. The first step a success, I stir my very being into a huge vortex. Soon, when I reach a certain speed, the silent pressure appears and starts to grow, becoming increasingly more annoying over time. But this is as expected.
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I head to the centre of the whirlpool - the middle of oneself, where I can see some spacial discharges and a black hole appears just like when I use dimensional magic. This is different though - it's not something created by magic. It isn't exactly a 'hole', more like a forcefully torn space, which the world is straining to keep stable, because were it to suddenly go out of control, this whole planet would just explode. And perhaps some stars nearby as well, I'm not sure how big the exact effect would be. What I'm doing now is endangering the world and so the force of life comes to threaten me, putting pressure on my whole being even stronger than before. It's a protective measure that would kill any weak-willed person with any instability in their mind but I can somehow or another deal with it. It's not strong enough to injure my steady consciousness but it is a bother since it makes it harder to concentrate, effectively making this endeavour more dangerous and prone to failure. Well, I can understand it since it's something not everyone should try and only the strongest of minds should be able to meddle with things that endanger the whole world's existence. Still, it's something that one shouldn't do often or out of convenience. I suppose. There are many rules that I need to adhere to since not following them would result in... well, dire consequences. Not knowing them in the beginning... made things pretty complicated. I had to fight a few times and saved a few other possible worlds that I almost destroyed with my interference. That was when I understood I had to be extremely careful when doing this again.
Like now.
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