Chapter 107: Plunging into Water

Rainer let out a long breath as the Arcane-Water around him began to cool. Tiamat in front of him lost her fear of swimming and floated on her back, letting out strange growls and hiccups after having drunk some of the water. Jor had since returned to his shoulder.

An idle hand on his chest, Rainer reached out for the Void Will that was now alongside his Arcane-Laden Mana and his Aura. The energy felt calm as if it contained no real power at all, yet a simple application of [Void Call] could prove otherwise.

The energy filled his mind as he felt it sharpen and yet, at the same time, an edge had been removed. His resentment over the Devil who took him here was disregarded as meaningless. Those who pursued him were no more than a chance for strength and experience.

He embraced the calm against the gently moving water of the bath he created. His current situation no more than another opportunity to improve himself and his magic further.

Rainer suddenly fought against the energy before returning to normalcy. He closed his eyes shut as he realized just what the power of Void Will had done to him. It was no different than a drug that altered his mood.

And while he wouldn’t discard such a useful tool, he would keep it tucked away for times he needed to truly suppress meaningless feelings.

Anger…

Rainer suddenly thought. He had never been as angry as he was in recent times. But of course, most office workers would happily punch their boss if they could get away with it, and he viewed his current outbursts as no different. He had power beyond a vast majority of man, fae, demon, elf, monster and alike, and it was going to his head. He was not afraid to wield power to his emotions. And most he faced could never compete with him. So why should he push it down or let them do as they pleased?

But now he had a way to stem it when it was truly needed. There would come a time when he wished to attack someone far above him in strength, the worlds and planes were numerous enough for that to be an all but certain event. And with an utmost conviction, he knew beyond a doubt he’d travel these worlds. How could one such as him resist the prospect for new magic, new skills, new abilities that the open universe may offer?

He would, however, be careful. Anything that brought about such a calm would be addicting; such was the very nature of the human brain. Even browsing an image site was the equivalent of dosing one’s self with dopamine with every click. Rainer had, of course with [Sleep Learning], far too much time on hand, and his interest in biology had been present long before his goal for magical greatness leading him to such information and other topics.

He suddenly frowned.

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Once more he made plans on playing with things he didn’t understand. The purple light of this plane’s sun an all too familiar reminder of where recklessly playing with magic led to. There would be no using this new information on Void Will in anything but the most dangerous circumstances.

His thoughts on Void Will inevitably went toward the transformation that nearly happened to him.

He realized that he may have jumped the gun on viewing whatever that thing was doing to him as a form of mental control. For all he knew, it was implanting skills and spells native to an Abyssal Elf or a Lord of the Void.

But even then, there existed a major issue. The process of becoming said Elf reminded him far too much of a similar situation; the Great Sage’s notes of transforming into a being touched by flame. Would he have been locked out of any form of Magic, Arcane included, had he not fought the race change?

Void was certainly a strong form of Magic, but Rainer did not view it as worth trading Arcane for. Would his [Archon] class still exist for him for that matter? Could classes be removed in a comparable manner to when he lost the title [Lord of the Void]? He’d need to ask Furtak if he lost any classes that dealt with non-flame based magic. Language based classes such as the goblin’s [Druid], seemed to be exempt in any case.

In the end, too many risks for relatively too little gain.

Rainer felt he had made the right choice. And he was once more reminded of Jor’s assistance in that choice, promising to himself he’d find something that the serpent liked so that he could gift it to Jor.

Leading him to ponder on the items that he could make after completing his second Advancement Quest. An item for Kara and Luna for sure. Likely something that could speed up Kara’s transformation, or reduce the cost of rushing it, her arguably largest weakness, combined with a tether to him so he could Void-walk to her. Perhaps even an option to initiate a transformation at any level of unexpected danger.

Though, the danger may need to be specified…

The thought of Kara suddenly transforming because of a mosquito brought a smirk to his face. Though, the thought of her transforming after an innocent person ran into her took that expression away.

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For Luna, he’d add that same tether, not trusting the Familiar Bond to always be available. Some sort of defensive Magic would be ideal for her, but he’d give it far more thought, and at least make a list of things to try, even if they are too expensive or impossible.

For Jor, a shield for his Soul, seemingly the serpent’s only weakness. Tiamat, he’s unsure of, and for Gunthar something that gave him resistance to necromancers; while not necessarily useful it would give the undead peace of mind after his centuries of slavery.

In the end, he wasn’t really sure how many points he’d receive though he’d knew he’d likely gain 300 or more per title that deferred experience from his [Archon] class.

But he wouldn’t limit himself to these choices. The possibilities were endless and he’s sure with more time the ideas could be improved if not changed to something better entirely.

Perhaps that was precisely the reason the Trial robbed people of their memory when it came to creating the items. The time limit was far too short for most to do anything truly revolutionary with the opportunity.

Fortunately, he was no longer most.

Leading him back to the being that tried to make him the same as any wielding powers of the Void. And whether or not he still had the skill, [Void Mastery].

A light sigh escaped him as he found he still had the skill. It was a product of [Void Call], so he believed even without that being’s help he would have gained it eventually. But, it still comforted him to see it within his skill list.

[Void Mastery: The ability to hold dominion over the powers of the Void as well as the very Void itself.]

He understood it as a way of generally improving anything Void-related. But the last part had him think it was a better version of his [Void Domain]. Though, one that cost a different and more limited resource.

He had reached level 10 with [Void Call] precisely because he used his [Void Domain] to take possession over the power of the Void before calling it forth, partially doing the same with the skill, and therefore crossing that final hurdle.

[Void Mastery] seemed to be a culmination of that idea.

He gently used the skill, making sure not to tax his mind. He at least knew enough from acquiring the skill it wouldn’t be dangerous and was just a strong version of [Void Domain].

He canceled it immediately after. The rush of sensation as the Void around him literally became like his own arm was far too much to handle without significant practice. [Void Domain] it seemed, just skirted the surface. But with [Void Mastery] consuming the same resources as [Void Call] it did not in the slightest make [Void Domain] obsolete.

Leaping out of the tub, a bubbly Tiamat in hand before he gently set her down, he looked down at his clothes. The overcoat remained in pristine condition but the shirt was torn a final time during its last removal and Rainer’s transformation.

Leaving behind those rags, he was happy the bottom half still functioned, even despite small tears. But as he put on his boots he noticed the pant legs were far shorter.

Just now he understood that he hadn’t lost a few pounds. He instead grew a few inches. Thankfully, the edge of the pants still covered the edge of his boots leaving him not looking too ridiculous. Looking ridiculous to who exactly didn’t cross his mind.

He smiled a bit. His height being short of 6 feet had always been a minor bother, even if the number was completely arbitrary. The fact that such a thing didn’t matter in the slightest anymore was carefully tucked away.

Though looking at his bare chest and abs shown by the opening in his overcoat, Rainer gained a sudden desire to copy the Fae’s magical ability to construct clothes no matter how ludicrously long, complicated, and possibly almost impossible to decipher, the Runic formula happened to be.

For a single moment, he was happy to be in the abyssal realm where no one of a normal society could see his current appearance.

He glanced back at Tiamat who was now lying on her stomach but flapping her wings as if attempting to fly. A hiccup left the dragon as she gave up this pursuit.

Rainer laughed for a moment before thinking of the Scaled Wyvern and then believing a full-sized Tiamat drinking Arcane-Water was likely a very bad idea. He picked up the inebriated dragon, watching with [Arcane Sight] as the Arcane-Water within her was absorbed and refilled the Mana she managed to use during her flight attempt and went to return her to his pocket.

She shrunk out of instinct and crawled inside, quite happy to sleep.

Reaching towards the still jumbled memories he stole from the [Mindflayer] and the information from the Devil he interrogated, Rainer slowly got a picture of what direction the Abyssal Dungeon lay in.

Yet before he could fly away, an approaching source of Mana changed his mind.

He stared at the nearing figure with hostility. At least, until that hostility found itself partially replaced with confusion.

It was a member of that group of Devil Mages. His hood was down showing gray skin, hideous features, at least from a human’s perspective, teeth that were far too sharp and long, and white-grayish hair equal parts flesh and hair. The ends of it writhed and caused Rainer to grimace a bit.

But what was most odd was the dead snake held in the teeth of the figure.

Rainer stared at him tensing his armed [Arcane Bolt]s and bringing his Void will to the surface to end this Devil in front of him at any moment. So long as he didn’t meditate on or sink himself into his Void Will, it lacked a mental effect. Preparing to use [Void Call] did not bring about any changes.

And so with [Void Call] ready, not a single word of the language of souls would reach the figure’s lips before his head would be missing.

The Devil Mage started panicking as he felt the power of the man in front of him build.

He already had a snake in his mouth. What kind of person would reject such a peace offering without even a word?

Rainer instead took whatever strange symbology this was as a threat toward Jor, wondering if somehow one of the Mages escaped to inform them of what had happened to his serpent.

Slowly, the Devil took the snake from his mouth and wrapped it around him like a scarf, continuing his display of surrender.

“My Master wishes to speak with you, great Lord of the Void,” He spoke slowly, taking care not to let a single word of his be misconstrued as containing Magic. Masters of the [Devil’s Soul Language] could make even the most common word be influenced with the power of their Soul. The Snake was a measure of peace among Devilkind, motioning that they would not bring about venom in their words.

“About?” Rainer asked, not lowering his guard in the slightest. [Arcane Sight] bored into the Devil Mage on the lookout for any fluctuations of Magic.

“My master believes you to be in possession of a piece of his Soul. He wishes to offer you both reparations for previous hostilities and a trade for the Soul in question,” The Devil responded nervously. He hadn’t expected to encounter the Void Lord so soon. Magic was prepared to track him amongst other preparations in case he rejected the offer.

Finding him exactly in the spot where his Master’s Avatar had been slain was a strange surprise, and he was spotted before he could change his mind. A surprise that made him feel quite lucky to have already prepared a proper peace offering.

Rainer stared at him for a while as he thought over the situation. He had the supposed piece of a Soul in his ring. It had been far too easy to capture, something he attributed to the Soul Magic used before the [Soul Master]’s death. But now he wondered just what this meant.

Was the possible main body stronger?

But above all else, he felt a burning desire within him. How could he not want to meet a man who created such Magic?

And acquire it by any means necessary.

“Lead the way.”

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[Arcane Sight] and [Void Detection] never left Rainer’s mind as he followed the silent figure, each employing their own spells of flight.

Rainer knew he could be heading towards a trap. But better a situation he was ready for than a planned ambush when he least expected it, or even worse when he changed to another class. This was what he reasoned to himself despite his true reasons lying in his unbridled curiosity towards just how someone could be alive to want a piece of their Soul back.

The Devil leading on Rainer found sweat reaching his eyes as he wiped it away. The man following was both the easiest to deal with and the worst. A small and direct exchange of words left him to meet his master with no issue. At the same time, the Void Lord’s magic bore into him as if a great beast loomed over and viewed him as prey.

He could not wait till he could leave the rest to his master and hoped the discussion they had didn’t lead to the death of their whole Cult. It was harder to ignore the rumor rather than listen to them that this man had led to the death of seven [Devil King]s and a majority of their forces. The death of a [Devil King] was easy to learn of and spread the moment of their actual downfall. All the lesser and barely sentient Devils that followed them slowly became free of their control, long before his Master’s encounter with this Lord of the Void.

But with no one to tell him of the news, and the Devil’s around the mountain still slightly affected by residual orders, his master was left outside the know.

Perhaps it was time to take a leave of absence? A mission perhaps, to gather resources for potions far away from his Cult’s base of operations. Such thoughts filled the envoy’s mind as he led the Void Lord onwards.

Soon, the sight of a city came into view. It seemed far more a fortress, though one clearly reused given its walls that long since collapsed in several places and those who travel in and out of one of these guarded opening. The Devil he was following headed to the left, away from the city, and toward a large tower in the distance. It sat upon a small crag, with a staircase leading to various levels and smaller buildings.

It was of a simple stone construction and lacked any enchantment, beyond a general strengthening one of the tower itself as far as Rainer could tell.

He wondered just what the city contained for a single moment longer before heading towards the tower. He had plenty of time to explore when he searched for experience to hunt, and in the end, the Devil Mage led him in the same general direction that the Abyssal Dungeon was.

As he came closer, he summoned a [Void Domain] and readied to use [Void Call] at a moment’s notice. He did not discount for a moment that the main body of the Devil he slew may be far stronger.

But now, so was he.