《Another life》Chapter 17
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6 months has passed since the meeting with my soon be appointed servant. A lot of things or rather troubles coming in, but the most surprising thing is the fact that how fast time goes. Like really..
Anyway, the next day when dad accept the whole thing I immediately set my plan in motion.
First of all I made a few basic image of what soul magic would probably be look like, and how will it works. Funny thing is, that it went pretty well.
I manage to sense, and view other people soul, and now what they're thinking as well as a bonus after 3 months.
The rest 3 months are used to practice soul magic, and how to force a soul to sleep/ seal them.
It was really hard, but I manage to use it though not that good. To practice soul magic, I bought 3 rats and test them one by one until I get the hang of it.
The first one was dead when I accidentally use too much mana on using soul magic.
The second one wasn't that bad at first, but in the end it won't move, nor so anything since I tried to seal it soul.
Finally the last one was a success (sort of). It didn't die, and it went submissive, and will do what I order it to do.
Also for the last 6 months I have given her sleeping pills regularly as planned, while making sure to not let her sleep permanently because of the pills.
Things were progressing quite nicely until the end of the first week that is.
First about the issue if controlling her body. At first it was decided that I'll be controlling her using however that idea quickly go down to the drain.
Although I did manage to control her body using it, it movements are unnatural because of how hard it is to control every part of her body. Besides my mana won't last if keep doing that.
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So I decided to control her body by becoming a puppeteer! Okay not literally but from the way I control her body you could say that I am one, cause I'm controlling her by using threads made from mana.
It took me 2 days for me to come up with the idea (yeah that's long), and it took me 4 days for me to start using it, and a month to completely master it. In the meantime I control her body using so dad won't notice it.
Yeah, somehow dad didn't suspect a thing. He just think that the girl is a silent type one, and that she's recovering from her shock.
Continuing, every night before I go to bed I make sure I drained all of her mana by storing them to a stone, and of course I also did a couple of tweaks on the seal that I place on her.
The stones are ordinary stones, since almost everything can store mana here I figure that if I store the mana on to the stones it would eventually become magic stones.
Magic stones are stones that has mana in them, and can cause a whole lot of things like explosion when it's breaks if you put the magic in them.
Magic stones can also be use to recover your mana in emergencies, or be used for magical weapons. I'll probably dive more to the matter, when I'm done with the problem with this elf.
Basically that's all the problem there is. But even so, all of them are annoying to taken care of because of how long it takes for me to solve one.
And right now I'm in my room, preparing for a bunch of things that are needed in order to ensure my safety on this event.
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Yes, today is the day where I'm going to seal the elf soul. Yeah, I know that it's kind of a letdown to suddenly do this but nothing worth mentioning happen for the last 6 months except the ones I talked about before.
There's a reason why I rushed things, it's not because I'm now capable of sealing her other soul ,well maybe I can but not sure. But I'm pretty sure I can weaken / Bind them.
The reason why I rushed things is because there's a lot of troubles with her, like her mana, her other rampaging soul, and of course there's also the fact that I'm tired of doing things like that everyday.
Anywho, making sure that every is ready, and in check I draw a magic circle on her neck, and pour a drip of my blood on to her neck.
The magic circle turns red, and fade in to the girl's skin. Now that's done it's time for me to go to the next phase and actually start to seal her soul.If you're wondering what I did you'll find out soon enough.
First of all, I draw a magic circle on her back, then as I touch the circle I use soul magic.
I see 2 souls in the girl's body, as expected. One of them are being restrain by the other.
The restrained one is probably the other soul living in this girl body while the other one is the crazy ones who tried to kill me. Well, now that I know who to seal now I can start sealing her soul.
As I touched the magic circle on her back and pour mana into it, I think of many chains binding the elf soul.
The elf was surprised, and tried to escape. But I order the chains to follow her as she escape.
The chains gradually getting closer, and closer and finally caught up to her. Then the chains start bindin the elf hands, and legs. I suppose missions acomplish? Well that went a whole lot easier than I thought.
After the chains Bind her, the other girl restraints were gone and she was set free. After I make sure everything is good, I stop using soul magic.
When I'm done, I checked the magic circle in her back. It glows a little for a while, and then fade away. I think it went well.
Now that's done it's time for me to sleep. I had gone through a lot to achieve this, and I'm pretty proud, but you all might not notice because of how fast it is going.
If there's anything wrong with her, I'll leave her to the me of tomorrow. So after I clean everything up, I go to sleep.
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RE: Souls War Apocalyse
When I and every other humans on earth have been summoned to the cursed world of Yvelmore, to serve as a front-line soldier in an impossible war against an invasion of nightmarish creatures, I knew right away that something was going to go wrong. I was right. The war? Hell, we lost it so much all the nations of the world have been destroyed and all the races have disappeared. Me? I was a veteran who survived until the end. Was I strong? Fuck yeah of course I was, except ... it was useless, I died like everybody else. The bad news? When I thought it was finally over, I woke up in the past, the moment I was summoned to the beginning of the war. Come on, seriously? Do I really have to go through all that again? What? And everything restarts every time I die? No... are you fucking kidding me? Right? Genre: Action, Adventure, Medieval Apocalypse, Times Loops, Progression, War & Fantasy, Grimdark, Magic, Horror, LitRPG (but RP). Tone: Despair at the firsts chapters (which makes sense for a story that begins with the end of the world, doesn't it?), and lots of humor and stupid situations after to lighten the tone of the story. (Oh, and the MC is NOT a psychopath, a rapist, a hypocrite, or human garbage, so sorry for those who like that, because I don't like that). Note: Expect this story to contain grammatical errors and occasional random conjugations. I am learning English, and I have made a lot of progress, but I still have some gaps. So if you're allergic to it, don't read this story, you would inevitably be disappointed.
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