<<… based on the structure of the circuit you must know the differences between sectors and structures in it…. the sectors are then divided in: external sector, primal sectors, induction sector for the most basic parts while for the advanced there are the calibration sector, regulator sector, the converting sector and...>>
“I know master, we have been through that for the first decade, the circuit is made of different sectors depending, on a general way of saying, on the effect that one want it to have related to the connected components. It all depend if the circuit have to create a singular fast ending effect, one long ending or one that actually need a structural effect that require it to be always at least marginally or completely active at every time or react when certain necessities or circumstances happen…. Every circuit is divide in levels, first level work on a two dimensional basic, the second work implementing a third dimension structure so to increase it’s power and specter of effects, the third has the effect of manifesting the circuit outside the inscribed materia using components and magic as a medium, amplifying it’s power and complexity, the fourth level give the spell born from the circuit or the very same circuit some form of intelligence and a basic, if temporal, will for the high rank ones, the fifth level give the circuit the ability to ignore the rules of physics and reality permitting the spell to influence other realities and creatures that have left the “mortal plains” to become superior beings from demigods and spiritual beings of a kind to gods and ascendants. The intelligence of the spell is solid and so its will that permit an extremely more ample and complex action and higher degree of persistence. The sixth….. ehm...”
<<… the sixth level of the circuit change the very same circuit in an extemporaneous reality on it’s own, like the pocket reality that you read about in those works of fantasy made in your old world, giving the will in the circuit to manifest an intelligence semi-divine that give it the ability and the fundamentals needed to create and maintain in existence the reality it born. In a sense, the Magistry’s will is both the starting core and the primordial direction’s equivalent of this new reality.
The seventh level of Glyph Magistry’ circuit, if you can remember it my disciple, create a stable reality increasing it’s powers and effect, making the circuit and the reality created completely autonomous, independent from any other source of energy outside its bubble and ascending the will of the circuit to a god-like level that permit it to completely control both the reality created, it’s own structure and the dimension around itself.>>
“…. Right…. And the eighth?”
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“…… and what a circuit with eight level do, master?” I said understanding that I had asked in an arrogant and disrespectful way while interrupting it’s explanation, probably displeasing my teacher because of it.
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“… Oh…” i said feeling wronged, it seemed that my teacher didn’t answered not because he was displeased by my interruption in it’s explanation, but because there actually wasn’t any eighth level at all… or likely both, knowing it.
<<….. or at least…..>>
The words were thrown there in low voice and sounded more like an afterthought than integral part of the of the lesson. Yet, it caught my interest for, and this I mention as a simple person with belief and convictions that could very likely hold discrepancy from reality, I found unlikely that Glyph Magistry, the art of guiding and pledging the fundamentals of reality to ones will could be limited to simply copy and replicate what already exist and happen inside Creation in a complete and natural way.
“Yes?” I asked eager and curios by the way it could be continue.
<<… At least…. It’s not known by those old goats of the Magister Towers!>> Ended my teacher with pride, insinuating that he, on the other hand, knew better about it.
“Aha! I knew it! Master is the Best!!!”
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“I… understand Master….”
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<<… much less promising than what i had at your age, but maybe... you would reach at least…. The lowest rank of the sixth level before dying… probably…. Maybe… if you are lucky….>> said with a condescending badly masked as cheerful tone while patting on my back as if such an action would cheer me up after its awful words.
‘……..I take it back……. Master is the worst! Why did I have to end under such a demotivating, cold-hearted, sharp tongued bastard?!?!?!’ I cursed in the depth of my mind where at least I could say what I wanted without the risk of being punished for it.
Chapter 1
Form Imagination to Reality...
[GAAAAAARRRRRR???? WHAT IS THIS THING? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!]
(I’m doing what is necessary to kill you Demon King and this way free my kingdom and the rest of the world from your desecrating menace even if that mean sacrifice my life for it!)
[YOU-DAMN-BITCH!!!]
(...I’m sorry my Hero, but, this is the only way! Only with the Grand Spell handed down by the first King and Patriarch of my family, we will be able to win! It’s the only one to have enough power to vanquish this awful demon! I’m sorry, i summoned you here in this world to fight the Demon King, forced you to become a warrior, made you fight with your life on the line and confessed my love for you… and now… you are wounded and battered because of my incompetence…)
[GRAARRR, YOU CANNOT KILL ME! I’M THE DEMON KING AND I WILL RULE OVER THE WORLD!]
(No you won’t, you befouled creature, I will consume myself in this Grand Spell and you will die!)
[GRAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR]
(…. I’m sorry my hero, but this is the only way, you would find someone else to love one day, I leave my sister and my kingdom in your hands, live on and be happy for the both of us. Live on for me and protect what remain of my people.
Grans Spell: Primal Definitive Fire of Purification!)
[GRAAAAAAAAAR HOW, HOW CAN THIS BE?! HOW CAN I BE BEATEN GUUUUUUAAAAAAHHH….]
‘…… Lame…Cheesy... So fucking lame and cartoonish.’ I thought while reading the last published chapter of the light novel I was reading these days, which seemed to even be one just a little away from the final epilogue.
“This is complete bullshit, everyone knows already that the princess will survive thanks to the “unknown artifact” left to her… the author literally made a pov even before ending the third arc of the story about it and it’s power…. And not only that, it’s even written in the list of abilities of the thing! It’s not like he wrote it once and that was it! Every fucking time that artifact made the difference he wrote all it’s powers and made the characters know and comment on it just “casually” passing over the last ability! What a shit-killing for suspense!”
I could barely hold back the disgust at this point. The fact that I even followed it for seven books was a mystery I wasn’t too willing to contemplate or comment at the moment.
“And now… after having done all that… you are making the two main-characters forget it’s “save the life of the possessor from being consumed\extinguished once” ability thinking that the readers will be all like: “oh no, this is terrible, the princess is sacrificing her life to kill the demon king!” And forget the ability of the thing? Fuck you!”
[driiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggggg!!!]
I turned around, initially surprised by the sound just to put off the alarm of the phone.
“Fuck…. It’s 6:45…. I stayed up all night reading…. Again… goddamnit!” cursing aloud and closing my dry eyes only to finally notice the mind-fog caused by sleep deprivation and feeling how tired I actually am.
“Those sons of bitches already take the piss out of me for going to work with dark circles around my eyes every single day… if I even go with a zombie face I would never hear the end of it.” I cursed anew turning the monitor off and standing with some difficulty to go wash my face in hopes to somehow rinse away how awfully tired I felt.
Well, not that normally I don’t feel like loose shit anyway… but I already know that at some point I will slow down on the job or start to get drowsy and my coworkers will notice. They always do. Those fuckers are around faking to work all day long and instead look at me all the time to find whatever err or motivation to justify insults, degradations and to piss me off… all fucking day long! It was unbelievable!
‘Hi, I’m Duke and I’m the fucking joke of my life!’ I half joked to myself while very much feeling like the most absolute looser that ever existed.
“Hey Dunce! Ain’t the circles around your eyes even more marked than yesterday? What happened? Did you put on a panda dress yesterday and forgot to wash away the make-up? Ahahahahah” said Nando, my lanky coworker.
“Nah, I think he got too near to a girl while she was distracted and then she punched him in both eyes when she noticed ahahahahahah!” Said Massimiliano, another son of a bitch that worked with me.
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As I predicted, they ended up spewing bullshit in earnest first thing in the morning the second I arrived. With Nando, obviously being an asshole, thinking out mockery the second I came in sight.
The man wasn’t good at much… aside being a bully from the day he realized he was a head taller than any other child in school, and now as an adult, he was finding and giving me names like some 6 years old son of a hoe that never matured over the pre-school years’ bully he always had been.
“…. it was again the child of your neighbor that started crying during the night?” asked the third one giggling for obvious reasons. He seemed to find some perverse pleasure into the fact that the little screamer my neighbor had some months ago had, and still has, the bad habit of waking up at 2:00 a.m. and start voicing out all it’s rage every-fucking-night.
This has soon become something to make fun off after I came to work in horrible conditions attesting the fault was on the little screamer and not me having fun out until early morning…
‘It isn’t my damn child! Why are you always saying it like it’s my fault?’ I cursed internally knowing full well that he didn’t care. He had only two children... and the mother of the first kicked him out of the house after the mother of the second appeared with the second little surprise. But in the end he didn’t fathered both for long… something he was very proud of for some reason.
“Yeah, he started screaming at 2 and went on for 3 hours nonstop.” I told him, which was technically the truth… I just omitted to tell that when the little monster started screaming I was still up and reading light novels and continued even long after he knocked himself out.
“Come on cheer up! We are going to cut the grass at the abandoned factory today! You will sleep when we have finished!” Said him who was practically our boss, too bad that in one sole phrase he gave me only bad news.
First, we go to the damn place only trice a year, meaning that the fucking grass in question is always at the very least a meter tall every time.
Second, the place is filled with rubble, construction waste, rotting things, rusty iron bars and parts, trash all over and a lot of different weeds most of which are irritating or straight out poisonous.
Third, the owner literally never pay what the fucker ask, which is already extremely little in front of the enormous quantity of work we have to do every time, so it’s not even doing it for free but we are paying to do it…. Because in the end if “mister boss Daniele” doesn’t get paid so are we but we can’t shirk it least he pull us in his problem…
Fourth… with four people we would need at least 8 or 9 hours to do it… but seen how he, the “boss” and foreman Daniele literally pass the day at the phone and work no more than half an hour all day long.. and when he “work” he is creating problem for the others and especially for me… we will stay there until 9 in the evening.
Let’s not talk about sleeping, by the time I will get home, shower, prepare dinner and eat, the little monster will be up for it’s turn of “screamwork”….
There is fucking nothing to cheer up about this… the only good thing is that after today I will have… only two more days of work before my only rest day in the week…. Okay, I take that back… the good thing is that i have almost ended the shitty light novel. Once I finish it I hope to find a new one that is at least slightly better… please… someone out there!
Cursing and pleading in the anonymity of my mind while pressed in a van cabin with three other, we arrived.
“Well here we are! Lets start… as always, Nando at the motomower, Massimiliano pass the brushcutter on the square and the paved passages, Duke will pass the brushcutter around the walls, fence, trees and careful to find all the stumps or Nando will end on one of them and broke the motomower.” said Daniele with that monkey face of him already adorned with the phone pressed on his ear.
“Yeah, sure.” I answered with resignation, let’s forget even being angry, I have not even enough energy, or care enough to make him notice for the umpteenth time, how his distribution of mansions is complete crap.
He did not even say what he will be doing, he practically admitted that he will be doing nothing all day long.
‘His order of priority makes no sense, he gave Massimiliano the easiest work that can be done at the end of the day after everything else is done and leaving me with the most awful and long of them to do alone…. Moreover I have to literally babysit Nando and be careful that he doesn’t do bullshit… like… seriously, he has 51 fucking years while I’ve 24 and from what I heard, they have done this place for the last 12 years! How the fuck can he not know where the fucking stumps are??? He has worked with him for the last 29 years and he doesn’t seem to me to be a handicapped person with down syndrome…’
It made no sense to me.
Being a gardener was hard work but most things weren’t’ all that much complicated and annual maintenance was a very repetitive job, easily memorized and not something one needed to be a genius to do… yet I, the newcomer, was forced to do both the worst job and even check out someone with ten times my experience didn’t broke anything.
All I can think is that he is certainly a sonofabitch that pass all day being taken around by different lawnmoyers without doing the littest effort… but holy fucks! Not even remembering where the fucks are some stumps, some sprinkler, wells and manholes in places where we go at least once a month!?!?!? He had to do it on purpose!
“Sure….” I said before taking up my tool and starting to the first position so I could have some vantage before Nando started torturing that old thing.
Immediately the job proved to be torture. The place was overran by field grass up to my chest and not even a meter in I found a wall of nettles with leaves as big as my hand.
“God-fucking-damnit!” I cursed hoping the gutted noise of my brushcutter could cover it.
Job was unpaid, difficult and worse… not even ten minutes later I saw Daniele passing by, laughing cheerily at his phone while being all sweet and cheery with someone that had obviously to be a woman, and that woman not being one of his ex-wives, the proof of that his laughs and the smile pasted on his face.
“Hey! Stop looking around and go back to work, I’ve no intention of staying here longer than needed because you are spacing out! It’s already shitty enough that we are here doing a losing work because that ass cannot even makes so to be paid even after asking practically nothing!” Said Nando screaming over the noise with no good reason, or sense.
It’s always like this, while Daniele is at ear length he act only moderately as an asshole, but when he get far enough, shits get loose and he rant against me for the littlest thing, giving me fault of things I've no guilt off and treating me as some retarded the same way i think of him just because my dad isn’t Italian… or at least, I guess that is the reason aside from him being the biggest piece of “” I ever met.
‘Maybe we are both retards with down syndrome for working with such a failure of a gardener and human being...’
Daniele is there but doesn’t really work, doesn’t get paid, doesn’t pay us, but seem extremely popular with women even when you could see his face in every chimpanzees of every zoo in the world so similar are…
‘Well… I guess with a certain “type” of women at least.’
From the comments he do all day long when some woman that fill his taste is passing by, it’s easy to understand that his types are old and fat, not fat to the point of being as much large as tall, but enough to be large as three or four normal people pressed together… so holy fucks!
Not to seem a bastard, but I would have some problem to do it with someone of that weight… especially because I’m a fucking feather… I would probably be crushed if someone with that weight jumped on me.
Putting those thoughts aside I continue my work trying to not space away… not the easiest thing seen how I would have preferred being anywhere else. But it looked a failed preposition as the more I try, the more thoughts of every kind are coming to distract me from what I am doing.
So much is my anger, my hatred for these people, so much was my hate for this work, my mind wanting at any cost to escape from reality.
“How did I end here” I asked myself for maybe the millionth time.
But like every other time I already know how I ended there.
It all started when I refused to go to any high school proposed by my parents. They wanted for me to study something practical to learn a profession and in a few years find a normal job in whatever factory or something with a stable contract.
I would have to put just enough commitment to just to get the minimal grade to be promoted and at hell with it… out of school and bend my head to the first one giving me a job.
But I wasn’t interested in getting the minimal grade and then being assumed in some shitty place at four or five hundred a month overtime not included because not paid.
I had, and have even now, a passion for mythology, legends, occult and all strange and related things… but most of all…. I wanted to learn magic!
And, just to be clear! I’m not talking about magic the illusionist and juggler kind! I mean the REAL magic, the one that create mystical phenomenon like the magicians in fantasy stories with their chant, mana weaving, calling to spirits and gods and then…. Boom, here come a helluva rain of meteors or everything freeze at absolute zero, people fly and others fucks like those! That kinda Magic!
Of course, I may be delusional but I can now recognize that to be an impossible dream, like seriously… I would have been happy enough becoming some niche researcher or scholar about religion, mysticism and occult if I could.
For that reason I searched for some school that filled at least minimally the bill, not some evening school where you go every evening until you did some forty or sixty hours of lessons and you get the graduation just because I showed up in class, mind you. I was serious.
I wanted to be in a course that had history classes that would not focus on nations that tried to fuck over one another from the starting of time, or about some president who moved a bunch of toothless potato eating people in a political movement to increase the number of dumb and toothless potato eater people instead of finance instructions for fear of them coming up smart enough to realize they could kick him down his throne…
I wanted to study mythology of Egypt, Greece, Roman. Celtic and Indian folklore, legends of Atlantis and the Triangle of the Bermuda.
I would have been satisfied researching even some dark and paranormal legend about the Nazis… but got practically nothing on par with my wish… so I ended doing research on my own, studying those instead of school subjects… and by the end of the first semester they caught my chronology of searches on my pc and did a perquisition of my backpack and then my school material... ending with a big load of legends, myths, fantasy stories that I analyzed and cross worked on… I was still young and blinded by my dream okay? There were nazis legend, obscure and violent cults that did horrible things and satanist material… and I swear to God, they were not happy…
They thought I was crazy, insane and a borderline nazis-satanist….
They called in my parents whom were already unhappy about my choice of schools and very much pissed off that even after having gone to the school I did chose I would often arrive home with bad grades and teacher’s reclaims. But when my teachers and the commission told them of what they found I knew that I would be fucked over…. And that’s exactly what happened.
I got sent to a psychiatrist that luckily made light on my passions and reassured both my parents and the school that I wasn’t a nazist and wasn’t at all a satanist…. But did not confute me being “a bit knocked in the head” and talked about “inability to distinguish reality from fiction” and that the Tv, because obviously it was the damn thing fault! Blowed my brain with it’s trashy programs…
Unfortunately, I still was force to go in a psychiatric institute where he worked for some years until I was eighteen and an adult, when I finally had enough of his trying to convince me of things that I already knew. The superpowers and magics in cartoons and movies where not real but images and effects done with computers and colors, I knew and could get around. But...
..while mythology, legends, folklore and the kind where just religious things of the past they pushed in the other direction, it was practically a catholic brainwashing with “exorcism” practices attached… in practice, I could believe in an omnipotent dunce of a fucked up religion based on greed and mass mind manipulation but believing in old tales, religions and witchy stories to have something more than just popular belief and I was not considered sane… go get it.
But I gave him what he wanted to hear at nauseam and got out “rehabilitated” just about in time to get a job.
But my parents did not got my get out of there in a joyful way, certificate of sanity or not, to them I was still an outcast and a permanently ill and – for who know which reasons – a dangerous person, which spelled a “get a whatever-work and get the fuckoutta here before yesterday”.
So, with a family that didn’t want me, no friends, a middle school certificate and a reputation as mentally ill with nazi\satanist tendencies I didn’t have a lot of choices.
All I could get, and after numerous misadventures, I ended in a one room apartment that resembled more a manhole in the sewer or an uninhabited ruin ready to be demolished, than a place where people could live and a work with the more screwed over, fake normal-people I’ve ever met in my life.
“Okay everyone, 10:45! Let’s go take a coffee!” shouted Daniele after having closed a call with – likely – some fat, ugly whore and realizing we had yet to get a moment of rest all morning.
‘Finally!’ I thought, ‘right now I would kill for some coffee….’
“Duke! You stay here and guard the tools.” said Daniele crashing my feeble castle of hopes.
“What? I don’t get a coffee then? Can’t I at least get a takeaway?”
“Yeah sure, you even want some biscuits, chairs, a journal or a portable tv and a massage?” asked in a mock Massimiliano while passing by, sneering at me while Nando too came out with “This ungrateful fucker.” and Daniele straight out ignored everything said because his phone was already ringing again!
“You….” I growled in angerunder my breath while they already started moving toward the camion to get out to the nearest bar.
“Oh Duke, can you close the gate after we get out? I don’t want to lose time making one of us get down to close it… and of course take out an eye while you continue to work so that you can come and open it when we get back in 15-20 minutes.” said Daniele barely noticing anything that wasn’t his damned phone.
“….. sure…..” I answered gnashing my teeth barely able to take it without screaming and telling them exactly what I thought of any single one of the right then and there. I would lose the job and all the money I was owed but never saw… only that, like always, was holding me back.
A moment later they where on the camion and where getting ready to go when.
“Oh Duke!” said Nando with a hunch of it’s worst fuckery clearly painted on his face.
“I know at what point of the work you are, you better not slack off while we are away or I’ll make you sorry!”
That knocked me off. I had been on the edge for a long time, one hair away from losing control and explode in someone face…
And now I wanted to kill that motherfucker here and now and then kill the other two in the most horrible and painful way and at hell with everything.
Before giving myself time to reassess control I grabbed the van door slammit it open with one hand while the other was grabbing the switch-knife I always had with me for… reasons.
“I’ll fucking ki…” I started to say while taking out the little grafting knife that I take always with me after one of the neighbor attacked me while drunk.
I was ready to stab him and too angered to even think where I wanted to stab or how many. All I wanted was to wipe that expression of disgust, disdain and mockery from his damned face...
Then I got blinded by a ray of light so strong that everything faded out.
Surprising enough I lost perception of my body as if I was the one dying instead of him and his ilk of infamous... and a moment later everything went black and I started to feel like I was in a shaker while feeling more and more dizzy but at the same time I had no clear perception of my stomach revolting… but my mind seemed now able to instead.
After having experienced such a disorienting feeling that seemed not only to not end but that worsened more and more I lost consciousness, not even able of making one last coherent thought.