Leveling up the World

Chapter 730: Palag's Story - Vengeance

Chapter 730: Palag's Story - Vengeance

MEMORY FRAGMENT

Mage Academy Learning Hall, 16 years ago

The room was a lot larger on the inside, as was the structure itself. The notion that an entire city could be packed within a single building was new to Palag. Now that he had the limiting echo removed from his awakening realm, he was able to remember many things that had taken place on the cloud fort he was born on. Clouds had the ability to change shape, as well as expand and contract at will, but they couldnt compare to what magic had achieved.

Youll get used to it, the mage said, floating in front of the series of windows at the far end of the room. In a few weeks, you wont even notice.

Lines of purple light were everywhere, running along the surfaces of everything like glowing threads.

What will I do here? the boy asked.

What do you expect? The mage let out a dry laugh. Study. Thats what the Academy is for. You have magic, which means youll learn how to use it sooner or later. The Academys task is to make sure you dont kill yourself while learning. He looked at Palag over his shoulder. Or kill others.

The fury turned pale. It had become a lot clearer why the Order had agreed to give him up so easily. It wasnt so much for his benefit, but for theirs. Palags meddling with unsupervised Moon-given magic probably risked hurting people, even destroying the monastery itself.

Dont worry, though. Youll go through a lot of additional training before you tackle magic. People are aware of your circumstances, so theyll give you a bit more leeway.

Even if Im a fury?

The magus turned around.

Good to see youre finally asking the important question. Argus smiled. I wont lie to you. Many arent happy with what your kind attempted. Trying to take on the emperor is folly, but that doesnt mean you didnt cause enough chaos. However, even those that despise wont dare harm you. The bond of magic is strong. Its rare that other races receive the gift, especially non-humans. Youll be given every opportunity to rise among the ranks. What you do with that opportunity is up to you.

And study Palag did. At first, it was slow and difficult. What had been started at the monastery was continued at a neck-breaking pace. A week was deemed more than adequate for him to learn all the intricacies of human reading, writing, and advanced vocabulary, not to forget several other disciplines. In order to achieve the impossible, mage Argus had given the fury a library ringa realm containing more scrolls and books than a normal person could read in a lifetime. And to assist the studying process, an echo was also placed there. Unlike the limiting echo of the Order, this one acted as a tutor, giving tasks and being strict about it. Also, the echo belonged to the very same mage that had brought him here.

Weeks of true time passed, then months. Palag felt stretched to such a degree that it gradually became his standard existence. The real world was only used to eating, drinking, sleep and necessary bodily functions. Everything else was done in the awakening realms.

In a single year, the fury had learned the history of the realm, the Academy, three separate languagesincluding nymph and dryadas well as mathematics, scores of bestiaries, and enough combat to know what to do in a fight. However, he hadnt been taught a single spell.

One day, Palag got tired of waiting. Making his way through the corridors of the learning hall, he walked to the building of mage Argus Tisaku and walked in. Three apprentices were present in the outer lobby. All of them looked at the boy, though no one stopped him in any way.

I was wondering when youd get the guts to come here, Argus voice came from the walls themselves. Slightly disappointing. I had hoped youd be here months ago.

You could have told me, mage, Palag said in a calm tone. When you told me Id have a lot to learn, I expected part of it to be magic.

You think youre ready to learn magic?

Its the only thing I can learn. Im a level one. I cannot increase my awakening level without losing my magic. And with the number of improvements I could do per day, it would be decades before I increase my traits through achievements.

Number of improvements? The mage emerged on top of the lobbys staircase. You can only do one.

Only if I dont draw in magic from my surroundings. When I absorb enough threads, I can do up to five.

One of the apprentices choked in his attempt to stifle a laugh.

Five? Well done. But yes, not enough to grant you many achievements.

Palag gritted his teeth. If he were a noble, hed be level ten by now, possibly even level twenty. It didnt take him long living in the Academy to see how the world worked. Noble families would use their wealth and power to boost the magic traits of their children through trinkets or gifts from less prosperous apprentices. Once enough were amassed, theyd have the children boost the awakening level to whatever point it was deemed appropriate. The library echo had even mentioned a way that could skip the process entirely, resulting in a noble child gaining ten levels of awakening without decreasing their magic trait. If Palag were to try, though, hed lose his single level of magic and with that, his place at the Academy.

You really feel ready?

The fury nodded.

Alright. Come here.

Knowing what was to follow, Palag floated above the groundmimicking the general behavior of his mentorand made his way up the staircase. One thing was needed for him to be officially considered the apprenticethe same thing that would take part of his freedom away: the novice seal. The intricate brand of magic would remain on his skin until the day he gained enough skill and power to remove it from himself, thus graduating to apprentice.

Minutes later, the boy was given a new schedule. Learning in the ring's realm was no longer considered enough. In addition to that, he had to start going to classes with other novices to learn the basics of magic.

The first moment he set foot in class, Palag could barely contain his joy. It was as if he had finally reached the prize he had longed so long for. It was only after a few hours that he found out how boring it all was. The vast secrets of magic remained just as far away as before. The single topic of study were trivialities he had learned in the ring library months ago. The only difference was that this time, he had been handed artefacts to help build up his magic, and build it up, Palag did.

Within a week he had already boosted his magic trait to five, promoting him to a rank two novice. He was quickly moved to a different class, where he had to learn slightly more complicated topics. That also wasnt remotely challenging. By the end of the month, the fury was already a rank three, focusing on spells many times more complicated than the rest of his class. Yet, no matter how many times he asked his mentor to allow him to join apprentice classes, he was denied.

Meanwhile, his rapid advancement had increasingly become the subject of envy. Normally, when a novice displayed excellence, they were praised by others. Either due to his nature, or his distant attitude, that didnt hold true for Palag. Nearly no one spoke to him, and those that did only insulted him. No one dared to enter into a fightPalags natural magic was more than enough to deal with any novice and even a few apprentices.

The only mild amusement came from completing training trials. That was an area the fury excelled at. Regardless if he had to face a vortex guardian or solve a riddle, Palag would breeze through, increasing his magic trait in the process. Once he reached the twenty-limit barrier, he lost interest in that as well.

Gradually, he started going less and less to class until, at one point, he stopped going altogether. There was no punishmentlearning remained a voluntary process, especially for one who had excelled above everyone else.

People started to notice. Rumors started spreading that he had removed his seal, lost his magic, or been punished for unspecified crimes. After a full week, mage Argus went to his room for a visit.

A portal of purple emerged on one of the rooms walls, through which the figure of the mage slowly floated in. This time, he allowed himself to touch the ground with his feet.

They say youve removed your seal, the mage said, looking in Palags general direction. Is it true?

The fury raised his right arm so that his fist was clearly visible. There were no marks on it.

Impressive. I would have thought it would take you a few more years.

The seal was flawed. Palag replied. You didnt cast it on my skin. I still unraveled it.

An easy task for someone used with natural magic. They say that fury mages were second only to nymphs. A smile cracked across Argus face. Or copyettes. Glad to see you arent one of them.

This caught Palags attention.

The copyettes were banished, he said.

Were they?

It said so in the library ring.

A lot of things are said, not all are true. He took a step closer. Its said that a novice who removes his brand is made an apprentice. Do you feel like one? Another step. Its also said that the fury leaders had come with an agreement with the first Tamin emperor never to fight each other. Did that stop you from attacking?

Threads of blue emerged from the mage, spreading throughout the room. It wasnt a spell that Palag was familiar with. There didnt seem to be any hand gestures, or even the slightest of movement. It was as if the mage knew a different way of casting spells.

Within seconds, a mesh of blue had surrounded the room, like a prison.

You dont like it here, do you? the mage asked. You didnt like the monastery and didnt like the order.

Palag crossed his arms. He couldnt say he hated it, but he didnt particularly like it, either. Most of all, though, he disliked the emperor. Without a limiting echo to quell his anger, the boy hated what had happened to him because of the war.

You dont like mages, do you? The mage was standing no more than a foot away.

They destroyed my home. They destroyed my family.

Then why dont you destroy them? The questions were shocking in an alluring sort of way. The Academy is strong, and so is the empire, but cracks are forming. For now, theyre too small to be noticed, but its inevitable that theyll grow. Youve read the scrolls I gave you. Every few generations, a group gains enough power to rebel against the emperor.

And they all fail.

Correct. However, thats only because the pillars of the empire were there to protect him. The archdukes, the imperial army, and most of all, the Academy have been there to prop him up when needed. But, tell me, what will happen if the Academy falls?

Cold exaltation swept through Palags body. It was almost too good to be true.

Youre planning to destroy the Academy?

Its not as difficult as one would think. This place is a nest of vipers that are at each others throats. Sooner or later, an opportunity will arise, and when it does, people like me will take advantage. The bigger question is the side you will choose.

The offer was worth considering. One could almost consider it a trap, if Palag was significant enough to be trapped. Yet, if the offer was true

What do you want me to do?

Take this. The mage handed Palag a small metal bead.

What is it?

Just a piece of metal. Theres a symbiotic echo. The moment you link your realms, it will become a permanent guest.

Like the one the monastery gave me

No, not like the one from the monastery. This one will let you take advantage of all my knowledge, which means youll be able to cast all the spells I know, in addition to your own.

All the spells, you know? That was a lot of knowledgea lot of power.

Theres just one catch. The echo allows me to keep an eye on you, and if you try anything, Ill take you over like a puppet. A little insurance on my part.

It was more than a little insurance, but ultimately it didnt matter. It would give Palag everything he wanted. It was all just a matter of time.