《The Legend Of The Insanely Overpowered Mage》Chapter 3: Death?
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Sarah stared at the amazingly weird situation she was in: looking at a person fly, not by wings, but through the propulsion of mana. If it was only through the propulsion of mana, it wouldn’t make the situation weird, would it? Instead of channeling them from the limbs, Tenur was channeling it through his penis. If a person was looking from a great distance at the launch site, they would be able to witness a man- not a man, a boy, being propelled into the sky towards the woods just by peeing. It was a strangely spectacular sight, but nonetheless shocking.
Her head swerved back and her gaze fell back to the children.
Some had blank looks, but others were looking—more or less— shipwrecked, reasons unbeknowst to Sarah, albeit she could probably guess it was related to Tenur being called their 'papa'. Andrew was one of the children taking on blank looks, and he was also the first to fall out of the daze.
"Listen up guys! Dad flew away because too many of us chased after him. If we want him back, we may have to behave ourselves," Andrew, who was barely 3 years old in actuality, looked more mature—both physically and mentally—than he was credited. Parents, specifically the mothers of the other children, were heading towards their current location.
"B-but... Dad..." a kid with emerald green eyes and brown hair wasn't able to finish his sentence before sobbing and bursting into tears. "Wahhh...!"
“At least he left us something...." another child, who had a plump body, took on the bright side of things to change the mood.
"We need him! WIthout him, I feel i-insecure!" another shouted with his figure buried within the crowd of children who were busy sobbing and looking dazed. There were already several kids who were taken away by their mothers who approached sooner than the others. Soon, all of them'll be here, his brows furrowed at the thought.
"Alright, alright, so here's the plan..." Andrew trailed off when he felt his mother picking him up.
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"It's a fuckin' kidnappa'!" The plump boy swore, loud enough for his mother to discern his voice from the crowd.
By the time the mother approached the plump boy, she was red faced. "What do you think you're doing, young man? Calling somebody else's mum a kidnapper, even swearing at her! Oh, what have I done to deserve such an extremely impolite child!" Nicolas's mother swore to herself as she princess carried her son away.
"Everyone! Meeting at Midnight! Townhall!" Andrew shouted his last words before the approaching crowd of mothers—who looked like they followed Nicolas's mother— swarmed where they were and made it impossible to communicate with others.
""Aye!"" A few boys and girls shouted back before their parent arrived and snatched them away. They were then scolded for running off on their own.
Once Sarah was sure Andrew was safe, she sighed, though unsure from relief or annoyance. She looked back to check on the still glowing mana trail and found it extremely hard to detect if not for knowing its general direction. A little more time passing is all it needed to disperse all the way.
Brows furrowed, she shrugged the furrow off and carried Andrew home, even though the kid looked to be as old as ten years old now. What sounded slightly incoherent to her—whether from his accent or something— was apparently understandable to the children around them.
Rubbing her nose on his hair lovingly, she took the almost-hyperactive looking kid home.
While scenes unfolded in town, meanwhile, Tenur was regretting his decision on using the prototype spell. It wasn't because the spell caused problems to his body or anything, but rather, the position he was in while casting it caused severe flight trajectory problems.
Even so, when he realised the direction in the expulsion of volatile mana, he was already in midair, unable to control the direction he wanted to fly to, not randomly. The fact that the spell was still in prototype stage didn't help at all, since the implementation of control modules for the spell wasn't done yet. What was worse was how his penis was angled, causing the force generated to be directed towards a spot right below his body's centre of axis, creating enough torque force to spin him in the air as he flew. Basically, he was constantly somersaulting in the direction of flight.
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Cursing himself silently for even having thought to try out an uncontrollable prototype, he felt something warm gathering in his throat from all the spinning.
At least it didn't blew up, or I'd be dick-less for the rest of my life, some part of him consulted.
Once the thought crossed his mind, he remembered something else. What prevented his dick from exploding during the compression stage was another section of his spell, the one that would limit the input from overloading the entire thing. He thought it would've been safer if the entire sequence of the section was segmented, and he did exactly that. As a side effect, whenever the efficacy of the spell went too low, the spell would outright stop working.
Another defective part of the spell would be the output part. Without sufficient mana, the previously compressed mana couldn't be used to shoot compressed streams of volatile mana, causing the spell to fail in achieving its purpose. When combined with the side effect, this would practically mean the spell would be cancelled the moment he ran out of mana.
Shit shit shit shit, his thoughts were in turmoil as he felt his crotch emptying. The stream supporting his flight was weakening as well, proven by his dwindling altitude. In his desperate attempt to force more mana out, a kind of yellowish substance was mixed within the stream of mana as well, though it fell through the air unlike the released mana.
If all I need is more mana, then..., he suddenly thought of a solution, the solution, to increasing his mana production, yet he didn't exactly felt pleased with it, considering how repulsive he found exhibitionism to be.
As he fell faster and faster, he was as good as dead if he ran out of mana. I-I'm too young to die! I'm still a virgin! With those thoughts running rampant as he started freefalling, he found no other choice but to try it out.
Reaching for his crotch, he started masturbating. It was thrilling to say the least, with the air constantly rushing passed him. At one point, he wasn't sure anymore whether what he felt was stress at how fast he was falling or sexual pleasure from touching himself. As he neared climax, though, he could feel mana being produced at a rate incomparable to before, but his testes felt like being placed above a fire.
He thought to himself decisively, just this once, never again... my damn balls are practically on fire!
He knew this would work mostly because whenever he fapped, his balls heated up and he could feel himself recovering his ejaculated mana within moments, and excess would be produced but forced into his mana store. He would feel his mana pool grow as a result, but that wouldn't be the point in his current, life-threatening case.
He was inches from the ground when enough was produced to provide one last punch, no more after that. Without hesitation, he muttered the incantations of the spell as fast and accurate as possible. Finishing the spell at the last possible moment, he barely crashed into the solid ground before being propelled into a bush, softening his fall by a large scale.
Relieved swept over him, but it was short lived when he heard the rumbles of a stomach. Before he could look in the direction from where the sound came from, he was already knocked unconscious.
Before the last vestiges of consciousness faded, he saw a green foot, larger than a human’s, stepping onto the ground in front of him. Then, everything turned black.
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