《3rd LAW: Mixed Magical Arts》1-4
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“I think we’ve seen more than enough,” a new voice boomed from somewhere overhead. It was rich and cultured, but carried a slight electronic distortion. Long rows of lights recessed in the ceiling burst to life, bringing the “warehouse” to noon-day brightness.
“That’s that then, huh, Eino?”
Einosuke’s eyes cracked open. Otomo stood over him. The anger and bloodlust that flowed from the older man only moments ago was gone, disappeared without a trace. In fact, he was almost smiling now. He extended a hand to help Einosuke up from where he still sat, half-slumped against the metal beam.
Einosuke waved Otomo off. His head hurt, his back hurt, his eyes were dry, something in his mouth tasted strangely metallic and he was utterly exhausted – but he still had his pride. He tried to stand on his own, pushing off against the support beam with one hand, but his legs buckled beneath him.
“C’mon, kid, don’t be like that.” Otomo swooped in, strong hands grabbing Einosuke under the arms just before his butt slammed back onto the hard floor. Otomo hoisted him to his feet with ease. “There ya go.”
Einosuke’s cheeks reddened and he looked away. He finally had to admit defeat. “Um, thanks, Otomo. And, um… I’m really sorry I hit you.”
“Ah, don’t mention it.” A wide grin spread across Otomo’s face, but it disappeared as he winced and raised a hand to the spot where Einosuke punched him. It was now an angry red and considerably swollen.
Einosuke winced sympathetically, but Otomo just laughed. “I’m sure there’s lots of people who’d like to take a swing at me. We’re good, kid. Don’t worry about it.”
Footsteps, sounding hollow in the huge space, reached their ears and both men turned. Four others, all men, entered the newly-widened space where Otomo and Einosuke’s final “battle” took place.
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The man in the lead stepped gingerly over the remains of a broken crate. He was tall and spare, with a head of immaculately-groomed, salt and pepper hair, a patrician’s nose and strong jawline. Sharp eyes pierced Einosuke even at a distance of a dozen paces. He wore a business suit that probably cost the equivalent of three months’ rent on the apartment Einosuke shared with his sister and an expression that said he found this entire series of events distasteful, at best.
Flanking him was a smaller man, a little on the heavy side, with a tangle of black hair that had probably not been combed in days. He wore a white labcoat over a white, button-down shirt and a faintly amused expression. A lanyard with a plastic badge of some sort hung from his neck.
Behind each man stood another, the third and fourth members of the little entourage. These two wore professionally-impassive expressions and uniforms that looked vaguely military. Clearly bodyguards.
“Oops!” Otomo said. “There’s the high-hats.” He clapped a hand on Einosuke’s shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. “Gotta go, Eino. Take care, kid! I’ll see ya in six months!”
“Yeah, right,” Einosuke sighed.
Otomo nodded respectfully to the newcomers, then slipped around them and disappeared among the stacks of boxes.
The man in the suit stood before Einosuke, seeming cool and collected but more than a little haughty in the way he looked at the younger man. The contrast between the two of them was not lost on Eino. He was too tired and disappointed to care, though. He broke eye-contact and lowered his gaze. For the first time, he noticed that there was a rent in the new shitabaki pants Himari bought him for this assessment. The corners of his eyes began to burn with frustration and shame.
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Sol-int
Logical consciousness before birth ,however impossible with the udder lack of brain cells was quite the gift. One could see it as a curse, stuck alone in a dark and near silent womb for months with little need for rest. Phycological torture for those who couldn't grapple with the thought of such a miraculous time. After all if such awareness was available before the proper Brain matter was grown them how would one gain consciousness? Well there is only one simple and miraculous word to describe it. Magic. Whether it was a highly organized magic system, a chaotic mash of dark arts, or some divine intervention it could be considered to be magic non the less. And magic? Well one had plenty of time in the womb to discover and train it. And that was exactly what one would do if they found themselves in such a situation! Thanks to WifuLabs for the cover.
8 114Homecoming Hero [Post/Reverse Isekai]
A Reverse/Post-Isekai story. When he was only fourteen, Morgan Moon was thought to have died in an infamous plane crash. Instead, he arrived in the world of Validar where he discovered that he was the Chosen One prophesied to rid Validar's Nine Realms of its maniacal tyrants. After a decade-long adventure across this new world, Morgan fulfilled his destiny at the cost of his life. This, however, only concluded the hero's saga in Validar itself. Rather than making a final departure to the afterlife, he's found himself back on Earth after ten years. To his shock, he hasn't made the journey alone. Quite a few and far from the friendliest of Morgan's 'old associates' from Validar had made their way to Earth ahead of him, and they all have been eagerly awaiting the Chosen One's return for one reason or another. The hero's homecoming will not quite be the wholesome event he was hoping for.
8 193Unique Fusion Magic Hex
World Essence. The mysterious energy coursing throughout the entire land of Vor'ten, and very possibly the entire world. This energy has allowed humanity to flourish, building great empires and vast kingdoms, conquering nature itself with just a sweep of their hand. Humans were the strongest existence, and with the help of channeling this World Essence, many were able to turn into Magic Knights, gaining magical abilities to combat the various fierce beasts throughout the lands.Alas... those glory days of old were long gone. Humanity has now been pushed to the brink of destruction, and now the remaining members of the human race are encased within giant domes known as 'Alkkras', made with the last remaining bits of the World Essence. It was said that those giant domes were the last gifts left by the remnants of the ancient human race, as a means to protect the future generation from the attacks of the many wild beasts roaming outside. Five Spiritualist Invokers, all combined together, used the last bit of the World Essence and sacrificed their lives to lay a gigantic, 1028-seal formation magic array to form these barriers, forever saving humanity, but also trapping humanity within these barriers.However, the humans were never completely helpless. No matter how little World Essence was left, the humans still had some remaining. Realizing the incoming crisis, the humans found a way to seal World Essence inside a special type of crystal. Soon, these crystals began to become implanted into weapons, turning them into World Essence Weapons, and they began to display properties of their own. Extreme heat. Bone chilling cold. Absurd sharpness. These normal weapons, after being imbued with the energy of the World Essence Crystals, began to form natural affinities to elements. Fire. Water. Earth. Wind. Darkness. Light. Using these weapons, one could become a Chevalier that wielded the power of the elements.However, if one wanted to reach a higher level of enlightenment and understanding, one could become an Invoker. Via the study of magic array formations, one could directly use the power of the World Essence to cast devastating magics upon the enemy. These people were Invokers, highly valued for their combat potential by the Army. These weapons and magical arrays were used in the great fight between the humans and the beasts long ago. They had long since been put away in storage, almost long forgotten...However, after ten-thousand years of suppression, the human race is beginning its counterattack against the Beasts... Synth was an Invoker in the Magecroft Academy. However, his talent was terrible, being only at the Spark Stage. This led to him being looked down upon and bullied. He was unable to cast any Calamity-rank or even Destruction rank spells, and was only able to cast Coalescing rank spells at the age of 17, a record low in the academy for cultivating these rare Invokers. Even though he put in more effort than anyone else, he was still unable to advance his Channeling Energy. But due to his constant research and study, Synth ended up creating a power that would go against the heavens - he had found how to Fuse spells together. After trying it out once, merging the magical array for the Small Fireball and the Mortal Judgement skills, he was able to create a mid-rank Destruction tier spell, Holy Judgement Flame. However, after this, no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to fuse more spells together or even cast them, and noticed a weird, pentagram shaped formation on his left arm. He would later call this mark the Fusion Magic Hex, a curse that prevented the wielder from casting magic that wasn't their own...This meant that with the exception of Synth's newly created skill, , he was going to have to create unique magic arrays if he ever wanted to step on the path of becoming an Invoker! This power that destroyed the laws of the Invoking System, and his unyielding persistence in testing and creating new spells, would later gain Synth the nickname the Unique Fusion Hex, and lead him to become one of the strongest beings in the entire World!
8 76HINI-RAM NI NINONG CHAPTER-2 (Jonas & Kiel)
m2m Stories by samuel isayaPaalala: minumungkahi ng author na palaging ligtas at gumamit ng protection sa tuwing makikipag talik,marahil may mga eksena sa kwento na hindi ligtas gawin,ang kwento ito ay inalathala lamang...
8 160New generation
In which it all starts when Zeus has a dream.Based off The Lightning thief movie.
8 110One Day [Myanmar Translation]
Original Author - PenThis webtoon is belonging to original Author.
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