《World tag#001》Chapter007
Advertisement
Having no reference on the normal consumption of magic I'm going to go by my old rule, and consider my first attempt average. My rule is to consider myself the embodiment of common so it' my rule of thumb.
Still it's worrying that with my MP I can only materialise two flame, maybe it's only because my method is wrong, but this need to be researched more.
Not knowing the time I still have in this room, is the time flow different like in some game?... Another doubt for the list... Anyway seeing it as limited is the best course of action. In the end, at the start of this absurdity, after three time I didn't respond the voice forced the hand of choosing this avatar.
So after meditating and confirming it really recover my MP, the light blue hue around me stayed active for around five minutes, I started all the other experiment. Well the fact that meditating for whole five minutes was a success was pretty weird but...
Water was as almost easy as fire and all the variation I did before a little gush of crystal clear water appeared out of air proved that the intended phenomenon manifest wherever I imagine. No need for extended hand and palms up.
That leaved me with the same amount of mana consumed as before so to start I meditated again this time I tried to do it while standing. Even if it needed me to close my eyes again and drop the blade, in the end the aura reappeared for the same rough time.
- I really miss a watch... Whining about something I can't do anything about is my stile but I go on anyway so...
Leaving my attempt of joke aside, the other most famous element are earth and air, maybe wood and metal considering chinese's one.
The trial and error continued for a while, with break to recover MP, and give me enough clues to form a theory. A shaky one but a theory nonetheless, for me it will be valid until someone disproof it.
Advertisement
My theory is:
Mana or MP is the fuel for magic phenomena;
Concentration, on the wanted result and point where manifest, is necessary;
Knowledge on the wanted phenomen, it's real composition ecc., is needed;
Concentration similar to meditation, to move the mana maybe?, is necessary;
The range and shape of manifestation is limited but can be increased with more fuel consumption.
When I was trying to make soil appear I stumbled on a huge problem, different from fire and water, earth is composed of a myriad of different things. Even excluding the organic elements it's not only a kind of mineral. So I was unable to wrap my head around it and no magic was the result.
But thinking about mineral made me remember two really famous structure of an element, carbon, diamond and graphite.
I didn't think I was going to remember all the various thing I had seen before but, confirming my doubts, whatever they did to me make my memory like a machine.
- Wait maybe I'm in a machine now... @#%& why can't a minute pass without a new doubts appearing like mushrooms...
Remembering what I know about diamond and graphite helped creating it, so if I can't male a living out the gig of magic I can always start selling diamonds or pencils. Roughly cut yes, needing polishing yes, but still diamond.
This take me to the "shape" bit of the theory, when the first bit of graphite and diamond appeared they were unshaped lump of material. Imagining a cylindrical shape for the graphite was easy compared to a roughly "table cut" diamond.
With air I met the same problem, apart from being only able to see a faint glimmer, normal atmosphere have lost of elements in it but my hope is that I was able to create a little bit of oxygen at least. Air composed of oxygen alone is pretty dangerous but also useful.
Advertisement
Making any organic compound appear was hopeless every try ended being a failure so no wood element.
Metal, on the other end, was almost easy. Well iron was and, after giving myself a migraine, even steel appeared. Gold was as difficult as iron...
- With silver in the second place... ... ... Ok I couldn't resist, ok...
I'm really tired if I'm starting to make face-palm jokes. Thinking about it I feel really mentally tired, like after an all-nighter at work or during my old school days.
But before I sleep on the mattress i put in a corner on the carpet, I put the sorry remain of the bed frame on the door. My hope is that if somebody open it, at least I will hear the falling metal.
Well checking my status before sleep seems a sensible idea so facing the mirror...
- Menu!
NameRaceAverageHumanHPMP100/102100/110AtkDefDexWis10101010Exp80/100
Advertisement
- In Serial49 Chapters
Song of the Depths
Book 1: Complete, in process of posting.Book 2: 50% complete, will schedule chapters when complete. Part of the Cycles of Imbalance universe. Will contain an alternative relationship dynamic (reverse harem, might be some MM and FF. No cheating, no NTR.) To the Creshe Empire, I’m just a number. I’ve spent the past five years in isolation and under study. With my home razed by a Syldrari attack, my mind damaged, and nothing but white walls and a viewing window around me, I dedicated myself to two things: training my body, and reading any book they allowed me to have. The Empire wants me to serve, to use the inhuman power the Incident stirred within me. Technically, they asked, but it wasn’t much of a choice. It never is. Serve, or… I refused to be a mindless slave. My life was taken from me once. Never again. With the Empire moving forward with their xenophobic plans, they needed someone capable of killing Syldrari—and I was just that. A tool they could use, a tool they thought they could manipulate. Needing me was their first mistake. They gave me leverage, I named my terms. Now, after five years, my life can begin.
8 224 - In Serial17 Chapters
Cowboy, Reborn.
Tom Gibsion was on the run in the cowboy era (1870s) he ended up becoming a criminal to survive. After being caught he was sentenced to be hanged. Waking up upon a hard concrete floor he becomes slightly confused not knowing that hes now in the future 2020.
8 170 - In Serial6 Chapters
2332: Fleeing the Arrakis
What if you can build a town that moves faster than the speed of light? Silas Creedy, a retired Olympic Fencer in his late twenties, has befallen hard times in a crashing economy caused by dwindling rare minerals on Earth and Helium-3 on the lunar surface. He works as a manual laborer for the Space Force, accepting a measly pay while maintaining a strong physique. On Monday morning, Silas receives a notice of termination, but General Grant Freeman makes a dangerous offer: explore a distant star system in a top-secret electrogravitic spaceship while wearing a prototype exosuit that augments reality into a role-playing game. The objectives? Locate a source of Helium-3. Plain and uncomplicated. Silas accepts, but on an Earth-like planet he comes across a seemingly unmanned crashed spaceship that has a remarkably similar aesthetic to his exosuit. As local Fauna attack him, the crashed ship’s AI hijacks his suit’s programming, fends off the the locals, and repairs itself by fusing with Silas’ ship. Silas soon finds himself in the midst of a war between two Kardashev type-3 civilizations vying for dominance over the Milky Way. With his new AI companion, Tracey, Silas decides to go on the run to keep Earth’s location secret. Contains profanity, gore, transhumanism, and eventual real-world LitRPG character stats and spaceship-building mechanics.
8 727 - In Serial6 Chapters
What do you want from me? I'm just a god!
The creator's hobbies is creating mortal species, worlds, dimensions, and observed them. After some time he find himself creating too much to look after, he start creating divine being to help him lessen the work load. Aesir is one of them. Demon king: Oh god, Why did you create me and then create the hero to slay me? Aesir: I didn't create anything! I'm a GOD, not a prophet! I can't see the future, how am I suppose to know that you will turn into a demon king and the hero will be born !!! Author note: still testing the concept of the story. Will continue or change the direction depending on feed back.
8 146 - In Serial27 Chapters
The True Jack of all Trades
A boy Named Dean Ashford lives alone, or at least with the help of his childhood friends, Silvia and Gavin. Dean's parents died when he was young leaving him traumatized and alone. He fought through his hardships eventually and started to live a normal life. That was until a blue light surrounds Dean and sends him to an unknown world of magic and war. What will he do with his new power. Live a normal life, or will he become the slaughterer know as The Jack of all Trades?
8 159 - In Serial127 Chapters
dreamclot ~ poetry
~ singing in hopes of being sung to ~
8 118

