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A Mage's Guide to the Multiverse by Abdursmailbox1
Books » Worm Rated: M, English, Adventure & Humor, Words: 395k+, Favs: 116, Follows: 127, Published: Jul 23, 2025 Updated: Jul 25, 2025
13chapter 36
""So… Jason…"
"Yo."
"Don't just 'yo' me, jerk. Are you going to explain the girl tressed up like a frickin' Thanksgiving turkey in our basement? Keeping her here wasn't discussed in the Plan!"
I couldn't even blame her for the volume. Cassie had already done a remarkable job keeping her cool and not fucking up the whole 'scary jailer' act I'd been putting on with Rune - it was unrealistic to expect that same ambivalence after the initial 'introduction' was over and done with.
"'Training Hall', not the basement, but I feel you," I murmured, keeping my voice calm and understanding as I maneuvered around the loveseat and placed a hot cup of coffee on the table in front of the incensed girl. Her nose twitched at the tantalizing scent - two sugars and a dash of chocolate syrup, just 'cause I knew that sugar helped her mellow out - and Cass begrudgingly reached for the steaming mug.
I stopped her with one finger against the forehead, and her dark eyes flipped inwards like a dead chicken's as she glared at the offending digit. "What? I can't even drink my cup o' joe now?"
"Call it coffee. You sound like a Boston office worker when you call it 'joe'," I responded drolly, smirking at her unrepentant attitude, "And you're gonna burn yourself if you drink it now. Be patient and wait for it to cool."
"Hmph, fine. Guess that's two things I'm waiting on." Cassie rolled her eyes, but she retracted her hands from the piping hot porcelain and placed them neatly in her lap. Already, without her even taking a sip of the coffee, I could see her frayed nerves calming down, replaced by that subtle, passive little happiness that girls like her received when being taken care of by their significant other.
She was actively fighting down a small smile now, wiggling a little in the seat as she waited for me to talk.
The sight was absolutely fucking adorable. It truly wasn't fair.
With a sigh, I faded out of existence, my Conveyance sorcery transposing me from standing to reclining back beside my girlfriend, bunny slippers propped up on the coffee table and one arm slung over the back of the couch cushion. She jolted at the casual display of magic, and I acted like I didn't notice.
"I wasn't plannin' on keeping it a secret, Cass… it just didn't register to mention it. I do most of my decision making in my head, 'specially when a lot of important shit is happening at once. I've kinda been running myself ragged these past few days." I was being truthful, even if I found myself still procrastinating on getting to the actual meat of the discussion. The past week had been pretty rough.
Cassie turned her head to watch me, her face turning pensive and thoughtful. When she spoke, it was without her usual lighthearted brattiness - one of the rare moments where the playful attitude peeled back and a modicum of seriousness made itself apparent.
"You do that a lot," she said, smiling dryly and leaning her inconsiderable weight against my bare chest. "Thinking in your head, putting everything we're dealing with solely on your shoulders. You can let me carry some of that stuff too. That's… that's my job, right? As the best super cool hacker-ninja girlfriend ever."
My hand found its way into her hair, long digits combing through the silken strands and untangling knots made from her recent shower, and she let out a pleased murmur that sounded suspiciously like a cat's purr. Her head pressed softly against my hand, as if asking for more scritches, and I acquiesced without complaint.
"It's 'prolly part of being in a healthy relationship, yeah. Open communication and all that." I smiled crookedly, closing my eyes to recenter my thoughts. "I don't have the greatest track records with those, so I'm playing keep-up a lil' bit. Forgive me."
I couldn't see her face, but I could hear the pout in her voice. "No apologies, mister - just tell it to me straight. What's going on?"
When I didn't respond immediately, my hands stilling in her hair, Cassie's tone of voice became meeker, more nervous. "Is… is everything okay? I thought we were doing good work. Taking the fight to the Empire, like in your shittily thought-through plan that's been working for some frickin' reason. The PRT's a little sanctimonious, sure, but-"
My eyes opened slowly, languidly, and I resumed the head scritches. "Sanctimonious, huh? That big word for small lady." Fondness brightened my gaze, and I chuckled deep in my chest, the vibrations shaking the slim slip of a woman lying against my body. "Worry less, babe."
Her fist slammed into my gut with the total combined force of a particularly soft teddy bear. "Well, I would if you'd talk to me! And don't even start with the spelling BS, I'm smarter than you!"
"Uh-huh."
"You and Sabah were just saying random shit that sounded intelligent! And- and I was distracted by you spanking me! That kinda stuff tends to send your brain elsewhere, Jay."
"For sure. Here, sip some of your diabetes water - you're not you when you're thirsty." I grinned, gesturing to her cooling cup of sugary coffee with a casual flick of my hand. The mug floated off of the table, smoother and more in control than my previous telekinetic attempts, and she grabbed it by the handle as it hovered towards us.
"Whatever, you ass. Wouldn't be thirsty if you hadn't blindsided me with your stupid pheromone saliva mind-fuck hentai crap," Cassie huffed, cradling the warm porcelain in her small hands. Not even a moment passed by before she peeked up at me, a small smile curling at the corner of her soft pink lips. "... But thank you."
"Mm."
Tap, tap, tap.
As the sound of quiet sipping and the dull thud of my finger tapping on the couch filled the living room, I went silent, turning my thoughts inwards. I was hesitating, and it was starting to piss me off - because I knew exactly why I was hesitant. I didn't consider myself a coward or a weakling, especially not now… Heroic Aptitude made that impossible. I wasn't the peak of what I could be, and it was unlikely that I ever reached that summit as long as I continued to fight against hardships and calamity, but I was a Hero. Brave, courageous, fearless to a fault - those traits were intrinsically a part of me now, just as they were a part of Link, the Legendary Hero of Hyrule.
But even with all that smoke blown up my ass, my Heroic soul didn't do much to shield me from the fear of rejection and loss. I felt like I could stare Scion down right now, powerless to erase him from existence at this point in my life, and flip him the bird without flinching, but the thought of Cassie looking at me with disgust and fear instead of love and admiration and that little bit of annoyance at my cheekiness… it chilled me to my core.
I didn't want to just kill motherfuckers for the sake of killing them. I wasn't a fucking sadist psychopath with a murderhobo boner. I would if I had to, don't get me wrong, but I saw it when I was fighting Rune - the fear at the mere thought of dying, the naive trust and infatuation she held for her racist, white supremacist ideology.
The bitch was fourteen.
You could call it hypocrisy all you want, my desire to purge her mind of its retarded, ignorant ways, but if I could save a girl from death or fates worse than by just blowing her back out… why the fuck wouldn't I? Assholes like Kaiser, or Stormtiger, or, hell, even Purity - they murdered people for their ideology, got off on it, and they were more than old and experienced enough to be aware of just how fucked up what they were doing was.
Maybe it would've been different if she was a killer. Maybe if I saw that cold intent to murder me in her eyes, I would've treated her the same way I treated Stormtiger and Crusader. But I hadn't seen any of that. 'Till the very end, as I dismantled her defenses and brutalized her body, I saw the terrified gaze of a racist teenage girl way too in over her head.
I didn't empathize with her. I didn't like her. Hell, maybe I did get a little jolt of satisfaction when I broke her arms and dangled her a hundred feet over the blacktop, putting fear in her heart the same way she did to minorities for no fucking reason. But I had the power to magically change her ways, to make it so that she was truly good at heart and willing to atone for her sins, and I'd taken the ability because I knew that I was eventually going to use it.
My mind was already made up, and now I just had to make sure that the love of my life was fine with me fucking the literal nazism out of the chick I had shackled in our home.
No pressure.
Cassie's quiet voice eased me out of my stormy, chaotic thoughts.
"Hey, Jason…" Her coffee mug was empty, even the creamy dregs at the bottom of the cup drained dry, and she stared down at it as she spoke to me. "If you really don't wanna tell me, I… I'd understand. Well, not really, and I'd be kinda upset about it for a while and pout a lot and feel like you don't trust me, but you seem really out of it and it's making me worry-"
The shakiness in her voice triggered something in my chest - something primal and protective. 'Stop being a wishy-washy pussy, Jay.'
"I have a new power." I cut her off, my mind made up. "It- they have names, my powers do - when they come to me, they come at me sorta like… perks, in a video game."
Cassie paused. Even with Hidden Intuition turned low, because I wasn't the biggest fan of prying into my girlfriend's emotional state 24/7, I could see the cogs turning in her head. Despite my jokes about her spelling prowess, I knew that Cassie was, by most means, smarter than me. Less quick to adapt and take things in stride, maybe, but definitely more booksmart.
"... Odd, but a lot of different powers have weird side-effects or ways that they affect the cape's mind and body," she murmured, leaning off of my body in order to set her coffee mug down on the table. When she straightened, Cassie's eyes were sharp and focused solely on me, her hands bunched up in the hem of her oversized hoodie. "You've never told me anything like this. I'm guessing it has something to do with the girl tied up in our basement?"
"Training Hall."
"Whatever, you friggin' nerd! Explain."
I inclined my head, holding back the small smirk that wanted to form on my face. "Guess I didn't feel the need to share the specifics. Dick move, but I'm tryna be more open now - new year new me type shit. There's still some stuff I don't wanna share just yet-"
"Riiight. Like why you lied to me about your dad kicking you out all those weeks ago," Cassie tilted her head, a dry smile on her lips. "Or why you seem to know so much about the gangs here despite being absolutely clueless when we first met. Or why I've searched high and low on every streaming website for 'Lil' Wayne' and 'Drake' and couldn't find a single artist other than some old man who plays the banjo on Earth Aleph-"
I couldn't school my expression fast enough to avoid widening my eyes, and the flash that went through hers was evident enough that she caught it. Instead of pushing forward, however, Cass leaned back on her ass, wrapped her arms around her knees, and sent me an amused glare. "I'm not stupid, Jay."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I know you aren't," I said quietly, narrowing my eyes at her. "Don't ever believe that I think anything less than the world of you, Cassie. For real. Things just aren't the… safest to talk about right now. Trust me on that."
Pink tinging her cheeks, Cass rolled her eyes and nudged me with her stocking-clad toe. "Okay, okay - I trust you. Now tell me about your new power."
Right.
My left index finger instinctively went to go tapping on the back of the couch again, but Cassie's hand reached out, without her pulling her eyes away from my face, and wrapped around mine. Her little smile softened, and I definitely did not blush.
Absolutely not.
"Well," I began, trying my damndest to not sound awkward, "The newest perk's called 'Fuck the Darkness', and it is… aptly named."
She tilted her head. "Like, 'I cast Light!' and your powers say 'fuck the darkness' by illuminating everything around you? Or, or, can you literally turn the shadows into some sort of huge, writhing black fleshlight and breed it?"
… What the fuck?
"W-why are you looking at me like that?!"
"The fuck is wrong with you?" I deadpanned, going to pull my hand away. Cassie's face turned even redder, but she refused to let my hand go..
"You said that the 'perk' is 'aptly named'! What else am I supposed to assume other than 'human flashlight' and 'darkness fleshlight'?!"
"It-" I shook my head, a disbelieving snicker sneaking out. "Brainrot. Hentai brainrot out the ass, woman. The name's metaphorical."
"Big words don't make you sound smart, jerk." She turned her nose up, looking down at me through long black eyelashes, and whispered, "Cào nǐ mā."
I was almost certain that she'd spat out an insult, but she also had never said anything to me in Chinese before, so I was of two separate minds. I wasn't sure if I wanted to throw a barb back at her, or smile, happy that she was apparently comfortable enough to slip in a couple words of her native language. The insult, whatever it was, sounded adorable coming out of her mouth - higher than her usual voice, with a clear, ringing accent that sounded like bells.
I couldn't let it distract me, however.
"'Fuck the Darkness'," I bullishly continued, not reacting to the muttered cào nǐ mā outside of a raised eyebrow, "Is a power, or perk, I guess… that allows me to literally fuck the, uh, darkness out of someone. Like, the evil, or the bad, or the… the racism." The last part came out in a somewhat quieter voice, but I didn't look away from Cassie, refusing to show weakness or hesitance during such a tumultuous moment.
"…"
Cassie was frozen, eyes wide and mouth opened in shock. I was able to read her emotions easily, even as they slipped across her face at breakneck speeds. Shock, confusion, uncertainty - she cut my insight off prematurely by slamming both her eyes and mouth shut, withdrawing her pale hand away from mine in order to rub her temple with slow, circular motions.
She wasn't freaking out, though - that was good, right?
"... I'm not gonna say that I didn't know what-"
"Wait," she interrupted me, raising the hand not massaging her temple in a 'halt' gesture. "Just… hold on, Jay. Give me a minute."
I shut my trap.
Cassie slipped off of the couch, landing gently on her feet, and immediately made a bee-line towards the staircase. Her movements were stiff, almost robotic in how awkward and stilted they were, and a familiar feeling of anxiety began to worm its way back into my heart. I leaned my head back over the couch and watched as she quickly disappeared into our master bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind her.
'The ball's in her court now...'
I readjusted my sitting position on the loveseat, straightening up so that I could give her my undivided attention when she inevitably came back down to give me a piece of her mind. Fortunately, it didn't take long for Cass to come back downstairs - maybe two, three minutes at the most.
The scent of pot, Sour Diesel if my memory serves me right - and it always did, accompanied her like a particularly toxic old friend. I raised a sharp eyebrow, staring bemusedly as Cassie ambled around the loveseat and sat on the edge of the velvety cushion, a small pink bong gripped firmly in her left hand. Ground-up weed was shoved neatly into the bowl, which still smoldered with remnants of fading embers.
Cassie slid a Zippo lighter out of her hoodie's pocket, pressed her lips firmly against the slim mouthpiece of the bong, and flicked the spark wheel until it lit up with a light blue flame that she pressed against the bowl.
Water bubbled and popped as she inhaled deeply, filling her chest and the living room with the loud scent of pot.
I wasn't a stranger to weed in the slightest, but I wasn't the biggest fan of drugs myself - a byproduct of my mom being a recovered addict, and the many days of watching her fall deeper and deeper into the pit of addiction. Plus, it smelled like hot ass. I didn't mind people doing it around me, and neither did I mind the occasional spliff, but right now… The smoke dissipated as soon as it got close to me, Azyr blowing the cloud up and away with only minor prodding from my will.
"Ah, nothing like the good stuff to mellow you out," she hiccuped, dropping the bong on the coffee table and desperately waving the smoke out of her face. When the gray cloud finally dissipated, the hacker fixed me with an inscrutable stare, her eyes slightly watery from the long toke. "Especially after being told that your boyfriend's living on fucking hentai logic. Frickin' unfair, Jay!"
I blinked owlishly. "Wha-"
"No, hush. It's my turn now!" Cassie's eyes flashed dangerously, and though I had all the time in the world to lean back and dodge her comparatively turtle-like lunge, I allowed her the satisfaction of leaning forward and 'brutally' flicking my nipple with her pink fingernail. "Hiyah! That's for keeping this a secret, dickhead. When did you get that perk?"
"A few nights ago, when we had our super romantic confession and I made you cum like fifteen times-"
"O-okay, I understand, you could've stopped at 'a few nights ago'!" Now misty-eyed, flustered, and pouting, Cassie crossed her arms over her chest and glowered. "I guess a better question is; why didn't you tell me?"
… This conversation wasn't going in the direction I'd thought it would've. At all. And it was getting hard for my brain to properly keep up. I raised Hidden Intuition up ever so slightly to make up for it.
"I didn't tell you because I thought- wait, hold on. Cass, are you not freaked out? Disturbed?" I leaned forward, my normally half-lidded gaze turning sharp with a seriousness that I didn't often show around her. "Ignorin' the fact that it involves fucking evil bitches, I'm basically imprinting my own morality over theirs. 'With each thrust'. That's, like - borderline brainwashing. Mastering, even."
Cass clicked her teeth loudly, staring at me like I'd just said the stupidest thing ever.
"Two things. One," she uncrossed her arms to raise her index finger in the air, the blush on her cheeks growing stronger. "We've already discussed our relationship, Jason. As long as you come back to me, and love me, a-and treat me like a princess, I don't care if you fuck other women."
Her voice shifted down into a nigh-silent whisper. "God knows I can't handle you by myself all the time."
"What was that?"
I definitely heard that last part.
Cassie blanched and wagged her raised finger. "Nothing! Just- keep me, and, um… our future girlfriends in the loop. That's it. Because I trust you." Oof, throwing shade. Not like I didn't deserve it, though.
"And two - the perk's called 'Fuck the Darkness', right? As in, screwing the evil out of a bad person?"
She is being genuine. She is speaking from the heart.
Although my brain was still grappling with the realization that Cass truly and earnestly had no real issue with me having casual sex with other women, I was still able to lock in and properly formulate a response to her question - one that I was fairly certain was rhetorical.
"Yeah."
Such a verbose and well-structured response. I was practically a modern-day Edgar Allen Poe.
"'Yeah'," Cassie lowered her voice into a deepened drawl, rolling her eyes. "Babe, who gives a shit if it's considered 'mastering'? We've already murdered members of the Empire, super brutally at that. Sherrel had brain stuck in her windshield wipers! Mind-fucking the white supremacy out of one of them is a light punishment in comparison. I'm just bothered you didn't tell me about any of it first."
Cassie is disappointed. Cassie is disappointed because she thinks you don't trust her love for you.
Great. And now I'm starting to feel guilty for a completely different reaso-
Cassie is embarrassed.
Oh?
Cassie is embarrassed because she finds the thought of you purifying evil with your penis arousing and hot.
… Oh. My girl was an actual freak.
"Anyways," she continued, hesitantly, when I didn't immediately respond, "I won't think of you any differently. If you, y'know… decided to, um, turn bad girls good. Via sex. Yeah. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk." Adorably awkward embarrassment practically oozed from the previously spunky girl as she leaned back into the love seat, grabbed her Hello Kitty-themed bong, and moved to reach for the Zippo lighter.
I stopped her with a pointed finger.
"Sorfäk."
Aqshy beckoned at my purred magic word, and the bud suddenly began to smolder in the bowl. Cassie gasped, shot me a small smile of gratitude, and pressed her lips against the mouthpiece in order to get her toke in.
I played with a loc as I watched her hit the bong, my gaze distant and wistful. It was relieving, her trust in both me and my intentions. Maybe I had been worrying for nothing, so stuck on the morality and attitudes of the previous women in my life that I'd disregarded how my Cass would feel about everything. She was unique and crazy and fucking awesome in all the right ways, and I really needed to stop underestimating her ability to stunlock me with her spontaneity and ability to adapt.
I needed to trust her and our bond more.
"I'm sorry," I spoke up as she was breathing smoke rings up towards the ceiling.
Cassie jolted at the suddenness of my voice, letting out a series of violent coughs that sounded painful, and I narrowed my eyes. Evil Eyes reacted to my glare, channeling Hysh through my glowing golden gaze and diffusing the purifying Wind through Cassie's body in the form of Healing Light. The hacking stopped immediately, and she gasped as she held her chest.
"Damn girl, breathe." I murmured, leaning forward to rub her back.
"... Heck. That feels nice…" A small, dopey smile formed on her lips, and Cassie leaned up to steal a soft kiss on the underside of my jaw, leaving the smooth skin there all warm and tingly. "Thank you."
"No problem-"
"But you don't have to say sorry." She poked me in the chest with a pointed fingernail to accentuate her statement, and I blinked down at her. She stared back, all stubborn earnesty and determined glare, and the sight was enough to make my heart skip a beat. I was truly fortunate.
"... Still, let me-"
"No. It's fine babe, I understand why you didn't say anything. Just… share more with me from now on, 'kay?" Cassie withdrew her finger and patted me lightly on the same pectoral she'd just poked. "You've gotten crazy strong crazy fast, and I'm not expecting you to tell me about every perk you get. Just the super important ones!"
"Like the ones that let me fuck goodness and chivalry into evil women." I smirked, amused in spite of myself.
"Exactly," she nodded twice, resolute and utterly serious. The severe demeanor cracked almost immediately, though, as her smile grew into a grin and her face suddenly lit up with renewed interest. "And speaking of topics of the 'super important' variety… How was the patrol with New Wave?! I was gonna ask you to get me Glory Girl's autograph, but then I was like 'nah, that's super frickin' uncool', asking your boyfriend to do something like that. She was hella hot though, right?"
I'd almost forgotten about her former puppy crush on Glory Girl. And, it was kind of weird to be discussing how 'hot' a chick was with my romantic partner, but it wasn't necessarily a bad sort of weird. I could get used to it.
"Vicky's pretty fuckin' smoking, I can't lie," I shrugged, leaning back into the loveseat and pulling Cassie with me. She let out a little yelp and a giggle, but didn't fight the tug. "But you have a fatter ass, and that blows goldilocks outta the water any day of the week." I cupped one such juicy ass cheeks to prove my point, and she snorted.
"Perv, and a filthy liar! … But thank you," Cass smiled bashfully, nuzzling into my arms, and I pinched her butt in response. "Ee!"
"I like 'em overall. Vicky's a lil' in your face, but she's mature where it counts. Strong as hell, too. Laserdream was chill, and so was Lady Photon. Amy's…" My voice lowered as I trailed off, trying to think of the best way to describe that particular bundle of familial issues and grumpy raccoon energy, and Cassie gasped.
Loudly.
"Holy shit," she mumbled, her head pressed flush against my chest.
"Wha? What happened?"
"Shhh." Cassie shushed me, before loudly declaring, "Amy Dallon! Panacea, the White Cleric!" The heat of her breath tickled my skin, and I stared down at the crown of her head with pure befuddlement in my eyes.
"You good?"
"Ugh, it's not- hold on," She pushed herself off of my chest, twisting around in my lap so that she was sitting directly on top of my thighs. Both me and not so little me twitched at the sudden change, but before I could adjust myself and properly place my bottom-heavy little hacker in a more pleasing position, Cassie booped my nose and gestured for me to look her in the eyes. "How do you feel about Panacea?"
Cassie is curious.
I tilted my head. "She-"
"And please don't bullshit me," she cut me off, frowning. "Be honest. Trust in me."
Cassie is curious because she heard your heartbeat speed up at the mention of Amy.
…
"... She has a lot of personal issues," I began, looking Cassie dead in the eyes. "Grumpy, shit home life, depressed, overworked and overstressed. But she's witty and funny. Has strong beliefs. A little withdrawn, but I can see your bubbliness and spontaneity bringing her out her shell."
"You like her." It was a statement through and through - only an idiot would mistake her words for a question.
Cassie is curious. Cassie is intrigued. Cassie is nervous. Cassie is excited.
I raised an eyebrow, watching as a smile slowly spread across my girlfriend's face. "... Yeah, I guess I do. She's kinda like a red panda, or a honey badger. Feisty, but in a fuzzy, frizzy-haired way. You'd like her."
"Mm," Cass hummed, wiggling in my lap as she looked up towards the ceiling. "I'd frickin' hope so."
"You-"
"Especially if she's going to be our first girlfriend."
Cassie is resolute.
The abruptness of the declaration took me by surprise. I paused, jaw working up and down to formulate intelligible words, but nothing came out.
"Hehe, don't look so surprised," she snickered, patting my cheek softly. "We've already talked about this, mister! Together forever, all of us. Obviously I'll need to meet her myself, feel everything out personally, but I've seen Panacea before… online. She's hella cute." A distant glint appeared in her eyes, and her smile turned smarmy. Dirty.
The sight was enough for me to finally find my words. "Uh-huh. And what else?"
Cassie's cheeks darkened. "... Andshehasbigbooba."
"And you called me a harlot before." I deadpanned, pinching her left ass cheek again.
She nearly jumped off of my lap. "Ow! That was weeks ago! And you are a harlot, Mister Two-Timer!"
"You're the one who hopped on the 'she's going to be our girlfriend' bandwagon immediately. I don't even know if that's the play!"
"W-what do you mean? Why not? She's cute, she has big boobs, and she can help me tame this frickin' black mamba that's already waking up! What are you even getting horny from?!"
I snorted, though my relaxed expression was starting to become strained. "Your ass is literally on my dick, Cass. Like, straddlin' it. And I'm almost always horny - you should know this by now."
She wiggled her thick butt against the quickly growing hardness swelling within my gray sweatpants, and her eyes glinted victoriously at the ragged burst of air that escaped my nostrils. "Heh, you're only proving my point," Cassie grinned, slowly reaching down beneath the swell of her ass in order to palm my bulge. Her own breathing picked up, an unconscious gasp escaping her mouth as her small hand failed to fully grip my thick shaft through the thin fabric. Her tongue peeked out to moisten her lips.
Through my own aroused haze, I gave the dazed girl a lopsided grin. "How 'bout we discuss Amy a bit later, eh? We can plan something then." My right hand brushed her hair back as I spoke, and Cassie whimpered as her hips began to move back and forth.
"... O-okay," she said shakily, all bravado gone and buried. "Fuck. Frick. Thi- this isn't over, Jay. I'm just-"
"A harlot. We been knew," I chuckled, gripping the handful of hair in my grasp and forcing her head down towards my face. She didn't fight back, closing her eyes and parting her lips eagerly midway through the motion.
"Mmmpfff…"
Fortunately for us, Sherrel had already left earlier in the morning to go work on the truck with Trainwreck.
We christened the couch, the kitchen counter, and the staircase railing with our passionate lovemaking.
Because Cassie ended up passing out, we didn't end up talking more about Amy.
I was significantly less stressed afterwards, though.
Two Hours Later…
I left Cassie naked and unconscious in our king-sized bed, her body freshly cleaned and healed from the after-effects of our latest fuck session. I was, admittedly, fairly tired, and while it was tempting as all fuck to crawl back in bed, slip my dick back inside my girlfriend, and pass out with my arms wrapped around her waist… I also had other priorities that I needed to take care of. Almost too many to count, honestly. Since when did my new life get so fucking busy?
Hitting the Empire with the coup de grace was probably the most important 'priority' on my list. If I was a nerd, and I absolutely was, then I'd consider killing off Kaiser and the rest of his ilk as one of my 'main quests', up there with 'Finding A Way Off Earth Bet' and 'Murderizing the Fuck Outta Jack Slash'. Thinking about my goals like the hero in some shitty, grim-dark roleplaying game actually made the weight of responsibility stemming from said priorities feel just a little bit lighter.
At the same time, though, I couldn't ignore the ramifications of what I'd done this morning. Lung was a territorial and easily angered gang leader, and although I was pretty damn sure no one had managed to move fast enough to record me blowing Oni Lee the fuck up, cape deaths didn't stay a secret in this city for very long.
It wasn't like I'd gone around and collected his body parts, either. After making sure Amy and the trafficked women were okay, I'd left pretty fast, not bothering to stay and give a statement to whatever PRT hero was on the way to check out the massive explosion. If they did their investigative job right, and they would if the responding hero had been Armsmaster, then Oni Lee's death would have already been made known to those 'in charge'.
And what the PRT knew, the gangs probably knew as well.
"One thing at a time, Jay…" I groused to myself, pulling the refrigerator door open and grabbing one of my ice cold sodas from the top rack. I bumped the door closed with my hip as I cracked the can open with the sharp, crisp hiss of carbonation.
The first sip was absolutely heavenly, the electric taste of oranges cold and flavorful on my tongue.
The second was merely so-so, and my thoughts inevitably wandered back to my 'quests' as I sipped on the fizzy drink.
Lung, the Empire, the mystery of magical omniversal travel, the Slaughterhouse Nine…
"… Fuck it." I downed the rest of the soda in one long, deep gulp. "One thing at a time."
084 was tasked with keeping watch on Rune; I'd slip in, ease some information out of her, and then go trawling through Downtown to see if I could-
My Soul shuddered.
Without even realizing it, I crushed the soda can in my hand, turning the aluminum to warped scrap as the Celestial Grimoire shoved an enormous mote of light into my sea of magic. It was by far the largest perk I'd ever been offered, trumping even my foundational 'rocks' such as Heroic Aptitude and Immutable Form, and the suddenness of its appearance and the heat it brought into my chest took me by surprise. I exhaled softly, flicking the crunched up can towards the trashcan and cautiously peeking at the proffered perk. With enough luck, it was something that I could actually use…-
"Holy. Shit."
Spoiler: Reality Marble (Fate/Stay Night - 800 CP)
The understanding of what this perk granted me, the awareness of just what a Reality Marble was and the pure scope and breadth of its potential filled my mind. I was unfamiliar with the world of Fate; I'd never gotten pulled into the setting, and not even my perfect memory could drudge up late nights or early mornings of me idly browsing its wiki page like I'd done with countless other anime. If I purchased this, used the bulk of my consolidated charge to gain my own Inner World, I would be going into it all veritably blind outside of what the perk granted me.
The closest thing I was able to compare it to was a 'Domain Expansion' from Jujutsu Kaisen, and that I knew was a worthy technique. If this 'Reality Marble' granted roughly the same thing, the ability to pull others into a 'domain' that I had ultimate control and power over… then it seemed pretty fucking worth it to me.
Adrenaline flooded my veins, my skin growing warm from anticipation and excitement. A powerful, brand new magical technique, powered solely by my own magical power instead of the Winds…
"I need me some of that."
Yoink.
And as I yanked the mote of light into my soul, securing the purchase and establishing myself as the owner of my very own Reality Marble…
Words came to me, unbidden. Powerful. Reverberating through my skull, sending chills of existential familiarity through my spine.
Words relating to my immortal soul, to my mystical prowess, to the cosmos and stars and the infinite potential of the Celestial Grimoire.
But I didn't repeat them aloud, because to do so meant invoking the power of the World that now existed deep within my very being.
… The kitchen wasn't the place to do that.
"Huh," I breathed, feeling something new yawning just beneath my skin - a tingly feeling of power that simply wasn't there before. "Heh, guess I'm stayin' in today."
Kaiser could wait for his ass kicking - him, Lung, Coil, and anyone else liable to get their shit pushed in.
Right now, I just wanted to practice magic.
Perks Accepted:
Reality Marble (Fate/Stay Night - 800 CP)
600 CP remaining."
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A Mage's Guide to the Multiverse by Abdursmailbox1
Books » Worm Rated: M, English, Adventure & Humor, Words: 395k+, Favs: 116, Follows: 127, Published: Jul 23, 2025 Updated: Jul 25, 2025
13chapter 37
I stepped into the Training Hall to the curious scene of Pod 084 hovering idly around Rune's cage, a tall glass of ice cold water clenched in both mechanical grippers. The girl was eyeing him with clear trepidation in her stormy blue gaze; trust was clearly going to be hard-earned, considering the circumstances of her capture, but I wasn't too worried about that. With Force of Spirit and Superior Form combined, breaking down her walls - racism notwithstanding - was only a matter of time.
Time thatwasn'tnow, 'cause my mana wasroilingbeneath my flesh, yearning for release. My Reality Marble - my Inner World given manifest was there, in my soul, and on a level beyond the physical. My entirebeingwanted to see it materialized for the first time.
What better place to try it than the Training Hall?
"Proposal: Drink the water so that you don't become dehydrated, and this Pod will 'leave you alone'. Master has given me directives to act as your caretaker whilst he is busy." If a robot could sound annoyed, I was willing to bet that 084 was damn near reaching that point at a fast pace. He buzzed around the cage again, this time at a faster tilt, and shoved the glass through the bars.
Rune grimaced, almost giving herself whiplash with how strongly she arched her neck away from the water.
"And I already told you, you shitty hunk of scrap metal… I don't wantanythingthat bastard is offering me! Let me fucking die of thirst, I don't give a shit."
084's bulb flashed orange. "This Pod has not been given directives to drug the disgusting fascist designated as 'Rune'. The water is 'fresh from the tap'," he paused, shaking the cup side to side, and droplets spilled out onto the floor. "This Pod has even gone beyond the assigned directive and included ice cubes."
"... Get out of myface, or I swear to God-"
"Lil' homie, leave the water on the floor," I flaredForce of Spirit, the magical ability causing my voice - in spite of my tempered volume - to fill the room in an instant. The effect was immediate; 084 immediately straightened his little mechanical body, withdrawing his arm from between the bars and lowering himself to the floor, while Rune's entire formfrozein place, eyes going wide with fear and apprehension.
With a quick twist of my feet and a burst of mana, I was walking towards the two in more presentable clothing - artistically torn jeans, combat boots, and a loose graphic tee with some edgy anime girl design on the front. "Either she drinks it or she doesn't. When her tongue starts to feel like sandpaper and she starts losin' hours at a time 'cause she's passing out, I think she'll rethink the whole 'tough bitch' act."
"H-hey, screw you!"
"Affirmative. Does the Master have further directives for this Pod?" 084 droned over Rune's hoarse shout, turning towards me with his little bulb flashing a bright green. As commanded, the water was left sitting neatly in front of Rune's cage, a droplet of condensation drifting tantalizingly down the side of the tall glass.
I ignored the teen as well, idly raising my fist as I got closer to 084.
My lips pulled back into a grin when he mechanically jabbed his little metal knuckles against mine.
"Nah, maybe order some pizza and have 'em deliver it to the Trainyard. Shoot a text to Overdrive, let her know food's inbound. I'm gonna be busy in here for a bit." I didn't look at Rune when saying it, but the inhalation of air was audible with or without her being in my periphery. She was right to be cautious, and her anticipation was understandable, but at the same time, it was all unfounded.
'Magic before hoes, that's my motto and I'm livin' by it.'
"Affirmative," 084 hovered up and down, a motion that I now understood was his way of 'nodding'. "This Pod will leave Master to the interrogation and torture of the filthy nazi bastard.Auf Wiedersehen."
…
I blinked. "Pod, what the fu-"
But he was already zooming out of the Training Hall like a mechanical mosquito, closing the large door behind him with a loud 'slam' that onlyslightlyshook the room. I shook my head, unsure of whether I wanted to laugh at the zaniness or be concerned at the clear influence modern media data training was having on my once innocent little buddy. "What a fuckin' character that guy is…"
"... You should've killed me."
Rune's voice, quiet and terse and just alittle bitawkward, brought my attentionawayfrom my fleeing AI and back towards her cage. I raised an eyebrow but said nothing, opting instead to make a 'come hither' gesture at the glass of water and lightly grab it when it smoothly floated up towards me.Aguasecured, I cut my eyes back towards the blonde-haired girl and simplystared.
Rune is frightened. Rune is nervous. Rune is embarrassed.
"I-I heard you. You and your fucking, um, sex slave or whatever the hell she is," she continued stubbornly when it was clear that I wasn't going to respond. She grimaced, struggling half-heartedly against the gilded branches that restrained her wrists. "You've got all those crazy strong powers, but nothing that lets you soundproof a room?Fucking perv…"
There was a wariness in her eyes, meshing with her fear and anxiety, but that didn't account for the barest flush of pink skimming along her cheeks.
I could smell blood in the water.
"First off," I snorted, taking a step closer to the cage and leaning against it, "She's mygirlfriend, not my 'sex slave'. Who the fuck has 'sex slaves' in modern-day America?"
"Psh, the chi-"
My eyes glinted gold, pain comparable to a sharppinchshooting through her body, and Rune swallowed thickly.
"TheAsiansover at the Docks. Lung and his band of retards." Her face drew back into a disgusted scowl, eyes turning shaded with the downturn of her slim blonde eyebrows, and Rune faced me directly. "Someone likeyouwouldn't get it, but the Empire - we'redifferent. We're not a bunch of savages like the ABB. It's kinda really fucking stupid that you went after us instead of the fuckers raping women."
Rune is frustrated. Rune is scared. Rune is speaking more freely because she's frustrated and scared.
"I went after the Empire 'cause I'm black, and on my first night in the city a buncha skinheads tried to assault me and my girl." I replied boredly, carefully keeping my voice composed and unbothered.
I knew the type of loser Rune was. She was the type whoknewwhen she's too weak to actually change anything, so she lashes out in a desperate attempt to both soothe her own wounded pride and anger, and hopefully drive her captor into his own particular state of frustration or rage. Unfortunately for her, that simply wouldn't work on me. For one, I hadHidden intuitionas a cheat code, letting me know of her amateurish 'mind games' ahead of time. Secondly… I wasn't here to fence words with her in the first place.
Not today.
"Right," she grinned mockingly, showing straight white teeth, but I easily picked apart the true unease that lay beneath the expression. "And I bet it had nothing to do with Lung posted up like the big man in charge, waiting to put you down if you tried something, huh?"
I just watched her, lidded stare and the smallest of smirks pulling at the corner of my lips, and her veneer of haughty mockerycracked.
"You're a fucking coward, Avalon." she seethed, tensing painfully against her golden shackles. "That's why I'm here, right? S-so you can beat your dick at night knowing you won against a teenager?! Took her away from her fucking family and friends, locked her in some shitty cage,humiliated her, you kidnapping sack of shit!"
I idly scratched the scruff on my chin, but no words came out. I didn't need to say anything just yet.
She'd tire herself out eventually.
"Say something you motherfucker! Ihateyou!Fuckyou.Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" As she snarled at me her head whipped from side to side, silky blonde locks flying wild, but I didn't shift from my spot against the cage. I leaned there, the glass of water slowly but surely turning luke-warm in my warm grasp as the ice cubes melted.
Even as she screamed her throat raw, hurling insult after insult - some of them pretty creative - my way, I didn't respond.
And that was driving her fuckingmad.
When she finally quietened, chest heaving and breaths coming out in harsh, labored pants, I slowly pushed the glass of water through the bars. It was a tight fit, especially with the chiseled muscle I'd packed on over the past few weeks, but a slight warping of the Chamon drifting through the air was enough to widen the bars an inch.
Rune stared at the glass, and my hand, like they were simultaneously the most disgustingandthe most refreshing sight she'd ever laid her eyes on. Though her hair now fell down across her face like a tangled curtain, sweat drifting down the fair skin of her swan-like neck, she didn'timmediatelyspit venom and try to knock the water out of my hand.
Her lips parted, pouty and pink but clearlychappedraw, and her tongue came out to lick them. The sound in the silence of the Training Hall was like a cat licking sandpaper - rough, dry, and uncomfortable.
But she made no move to drink.
"Lung," I began, lookingdirectlyinto her bloodshot eyes, "Is not someone I'm scared of. Just like I'm not scared of Kaiser, or Coil, or you and the ragtag group of fuck-ups I either killed or captured two days ago. The Empire's gonna fall… but so will the ABB. So will Coil. And so will the rest of the wannabe supervillains that come knockin' on my door after I cleanse this city."
She swallowed again, opening her mouth to say something, but I shook my head once, firmly, and her teeth clicked as her trap snapped shut. The anger in her eyes was hot, fiery, but her little hissy fit had clearly tempered a lot of the rage and anguish she'd been feeling.
Now was the best time to hammer facts in, while the iron was hot and pliable.
"Drink."
The command, uttered so direct and matter-of-factly, took her by surprise. She flinched back, lips warbling uneasily, but my grip on the glass didn't falter. "N-no, I don't want your-"
"I'm trying this the nice way," I cut her off, bemused. "I have you tied down in a birdcage made of gold metal, and my robot butler just went off to order pizza from Domino's. You think I couldn't do whatever the fuck I wanted already?" My lips twitched down into a disappointed frown. "You've gotta be smarter than that."
"..."
Her glare still burning azure daggers into my own lidded amber gaze, Rune clicked her teeth and allowed her lips to part once again. If I had to guess, it had been damn near close to eight hours since I'd taken her out of the Archway, and possibly even longer since she'd eaten and had something to drink considering she'd been staking out the ambush spot all night.
When I pressed the rim of the glass against her bottom lip and her tongue snuck out to taste the cool liquid, the speed in which she tilted her head back to guzzle down the water made it clear that it had truly been a long time.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
"Slowly," I clicked my tongue, amusement coloring my tone as I lightly pulled the glass away from the dehydrated girl. The cup was already half-empty, and it had been damn near the size of a pitcher. Rune gasped for air as soon as her lips disconnected from the rim, but the frigid heat in her eyes had already lowered to a simmer.
Rune is frustrated. Rune is embarrassed. Rune is grateful.
When I brought the glass back to her mouth, the eye contact between us was starting to reach 'awkwardly intimate' levels, partially pushed by my constant smolder. She sipped at the water, more sedately this time, but there was a dusting of pink on her cheeks as she did so.
Rune was the first to lose the staring contest.
"... Why-" she coughed, clenching her jaw. "Why the hell do you think Kaiser won't try to save me? He sent a rescue party for Hookwolf."
I drew the nearly empty cup of water back through the bars of the cage, and Rune's eyes followed it forlornly. "Callin' him a pussy wasn't just me shit-talking. He's a coward, only acts when he has a glaring advantage. The PRT's biggest issue is manpower right now - they're outnumbered by the villains, and he knew that."
Rune's frown grew darker. "Okay? Even so-"
"I'm not done," I drawled, and though she glared, she went silent. "'Preciate it. Now, think about it from Kaiser's POV, alright? Imagine you're a pussy ass rich white kid, used to havin' other people do the dirty work for you. Sure, sometimes you come in personally to torture or kill a minority to keep morale up, but gettin' too close to the action risks you getting fucked over by the good guys - so you rely on putting aggressive meatheads with blind faith between you and danger."
She didn't respond, too busy glowering and scowling, but I knew that she was listening. Rune wasn't acompletedumbass.
"You think your plan's full-proof, 'cause you haveintelthat the ProtectorateandNew Wave's hemmed up with your OP psychopath of an ex-wife and her butt buddies from Gesselschaft. Everything seems to be going well. And then, suddenly… it's not. Your ambush squad's ripped to shreds by a new independent hero team, led by ablack guyno less, and you're left with fucked morale, less than half of your capes, and the realization that that same black guy who attacked your team is a Trump, Rating: Fuck Off, with a bone to pick… 'cause you're a dirty fuckin' nazi."
Rune shifted, unease and misery beginning to cloud her face. When she spoke, the warbling in her voice was impossible to hide. "Okay.Okay.I… Ifuckingget it."
I raised an eyebrow. "Do you?"
"Yes!" she snapped, that familiarflameof anger and rage lighting up her eyes before it almost immediately cooled into anguish. "Yeah, I get it. I fucked up -wefucked up, and now… no one's coming to get me. I'm a liability now.Fuck.I- I don't- this isn't what…" Tears began to well up in her eyes, too sudden to be fake, and Rune swore softly beneath her breath again as one salty droplet betrayed all attempts to suck it back in.
It ran down her splotchy cheek, instantly followed by another, and then another. Within moments, the girl was cursing at herself and trying to hide her tear-stained face behind a curtain of blonde knots.
The tears did nothing to move me.
"I-I'm not crying to-" she hiccuped, and then immediately snarled to herself. "Shit! I don't want your fucking pity. This- this isn't what this is. I don't… I don't know why I'm crying!"
"You just said it," I sighed, pushing off of the cage and taking a small step back. "It's 'cause you fucked up. And as much as you try to be a 'badass', you're scared. Of me, of what I'm gonna do. What Icando."
Her teary, reddened eyes widened, but the anger that had been there was exhausted. Snuffed out. "N-no…"
Rune is scared.
A snort, this one loud and brutally amused, ripped its way out of my chest. "... All this 'cause I asked you to stop being racist. To just begood. You see how fuckingstupidthat sounds?"
"..." She cut her eyes, a warbly, yet stubborn frown on her lips.
I grinned lopsidedly.
"Uh-huh. I'm not torturing you today, so you can cut the waterworks. That shit doesn't work on me… unless you're a hot goth chick with a fat ass."
"I-I'm not trying to-!"
"Yeah, yeah." I waved a hand idly, and the cloying, metallic Yellow Winds reacted to my subconscious will. The Gilded Cageyawned, supernaturally durable metal warping and retracting in on itself as the prison shifted to accommodate new instructions. The gnarled golden branches extending from the bars and binding Rune's wrists and ankles unfurled themselves from around her reddened flesh, melting down into a shimmering liquid metal that seeped into the floor of the cage. At the same time, the cage itself abruptlyshrunk, shrinking from thirty or so feet down to fifteen.
Rune let out a loud, choked gasp as the metal holding her in the air abruptly disappeared, forcing her to fall heavily on her hands and knees. "What the fuck?"
"You've been civil," I casually answered the unspoken question, "A lot of swear words and screaming, but you ain't the worst conversationalist I've met so far. Think you can avoid pissing me off for the next few days?"
I could see the way that her fingers traced shapes against the golden metal, but there wasn't a sense of urgency to the motion - it was more of an instinctive gesture rather than a conscious attempt to use her power.
As expected, nothing happened. She didn't even look surprised.
"... Whatever," Rune grumbled, whipping her head away and 'subtly' wiping at her eyes and face with the frayed, tattered edges of her sleeves. "Not like I'm actually free."
"Considering the whole 'neo-nazi' thing… you see how that's hella ironic in the best way possible?"
Thatmade her pause. "Your humor is trash."
"Maybe," I chuckled, languidly stretching my arms above my head. "Or maybe you fucks are the ones with the broken humor, and I'm secretly a world-class comedian surrounded by people who can't appreciate real talent. Ever think about that?"
Rune slowly clambered back onto her feet, using the bars of the cage as handholds to support her weight. Her legs quaked and shook from the effort, the blood having fled from her extremities long ago, but she was nothing if not ridiculously stubborn to a fault. Within moments she was standing under her own power, face red from exertion and the remnants of tears.
"Haa…" she breathed, squeezing the bars so tightly that her knuckles turned pale from the pressure. When she returned her gaze to mine, I could see nothing but genuine befuddlement and suspicion in her eyes. "Anyone ever tell you that you're aweirdkidnapper? I don't know what kinda game you're playing, but I'm not falling for it."
I tilted my head, and the bars of the cage made a low, metallic humming noise. "I could always tie you back up, leave you danglin' from the top of the cage-"
Rune's face whitened. "No! F-fuck no, stay weird. See if I care.Weirdo."
"Cool, 'cause I'm not doing this just to be a gracious host."
I wasn't going to try my new ability out on my girlfriend, after all. Too many unknown variables - too many things that could go wrong. For better or for worse, I felt more secure using it against someone I wouldn't lose too much sleep over dyingaccidentally. It was a shitty reason, one that Iacknowledgedwas shitty, but I didn't know enough to go try it out on some random goon in an alleyway or against fuckingLung, so I had to take what I could get.
"Then… then what are you doing it for?" There was a waver in her droll voice, a catch in her defensive bravado, but I didn't reply.
Narrowing my eyes, I pressed my hand against my sternum, or maybe a little bit lower, where there was a noticeableheatthat hadn't been there before my latest ability. As if gladdened by my sudden acknowledgement, a feeling of rawpowershot through every inch of my body, leaving goosebumps and electrifying tingles in its wake. Words came to me once again, an incantation that Iinherentlyrecognized asmineon a level completely separate than the physical or mental.
"Avalon? ... Why the hell are you smiling like that?" Rune muttered, her previously impassive tone turning cautious and on-edge all in one fell swoop.
"Don't know what you're talking 'bout." I replied distantly, allowing my eyes to close. "Now hush, you're gonna fuck up the magic. Let me cook."
"Magic? What…"
But I was already focusing on the twinkling lights that I could see shimmering in my mind's eye. The words came to me again, flitting across my mind at speeds that I could onlybarelyascertain, repeating in powerful, rumblingloopsthat only got louder and louder in my ears - much like the sound of my own blood rushing through my veins.
Raw mana enriched my body, slicking across my skin and clothes.
"Though Stars May Fade, My Soul Yet Lives…"
Somethingclicked into place, and dully, through my steadfast concentration, I heard Rune utter a loud gasp. I didn't have time to ruminate on the meaning of the words - all I knew was that they feltrightin a way that no other magic had felt so far. These were words that were spoken directly from my verybeing, what felt like a truth that I was only just starting to acknowledge.
The next line came right after the first, my tongue feeling both heavy and light with powerful magics.
"Free of Limits, Bound by None…"
It was only at this point did I realize just howloudmy voice was. Even without Force of Spirit, itrangthrough the entire Training Hall, echoing back against the walls and reverberating through my very bones - deep, commanding,dark. I opened my eyes only slightly, just to make sure that I wasn't ripping Rune to shreds with my magic, but I could see nothing butlight. Gold, purple, blue, crimson - mana of all colors were writhing through the room like streamers made of dense, hazy energy, and through the haze, I could see Rune squatting in the Gilded Cage, her mouth working tirelessly to shoutsomethingthat I couldn't hear.
The incantation continued, the wordsresonatingwith my Soul.
"Within these Pages, I Reign Supreme…"
There was a suddencrack, one that ripped through both my overpowering voiceandthe heavy hum of raw mana coalescing in the atmosphere. Before my very eyes, like the special effects from a A-list science fiction movie, what could only be aspatial riftcut its way into reality. It was as if God himself hacked through the atmosphere with a meat cleaver - all jagged edges surrounding an abyssal gash that ran from floor to ceiling. Within the impossibly dark blackness, innumerable motes of light sparkled like stars in a cosmos, glimmering brightly against the inky abyss. In any other situation, I would've felt my hackles raised. Some sort of fear or caution would have taken over the 'fight or flight' part of my brain, and I would've chosen to fight - because fleeing just wasn't the way that my brain was hardwired at this point.
But, now, the sight only invoked a sense of familiarity and warmth, like seeing your house in the distance after a long, stressful day at school. In a strange way, despite the controlled chaos of the Training Hall, I felt at peace. A smile may or may not have started to form on my lips, but I couldn't tell. Everything was too bright and too loud.
A moment later,everythingbegan getting sucked inside. The mana, the very wind itself, and even the Gilded Cage.
My next words were spoken quietly, but rang out the loudest out of all of them.
"Turn All to Stardust…
My Celestial Grimoire."
And, just like that-
I was no longer on Earth Bet.
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