Chapter 10: The Gate of Babylon

Sanny stood alone in the clearing, the midday sun casting long shadows across the ground. His breath was steady, but his mind was racing. For days, he had been honing his magic, pushing his grimoire's limits, testing new spells, and refining his control over mana. But today was different. Today, he would attempt something new, something inspired by both the imagination of his past and the reality of his present.

He had spent hours crafting a new spell, drawing inspiration from an anime back on Earth—Fate/Stay Night—and a character that always captivated him: Gilgamesh. The golden king's Gate of Babylon was legendary—a treasury of weapons stored in a dimensional space, summoned at will. For a brief moment, Sanny had wondered if he could do something similar. He wasn't Gilgamesh, and this wasn't the anime, but his grimoire—an extension of his imagination—was far more versatile than anything he'd ever dreamed.

His grimoire floated before him, its pages shimmering with latent power. The idea wasn't just to summon legendary treasures from history. No, Sanny's version would be unique—creations of his own design, born from his imagination and reinforced by his mana. Weapons, tools, and artifacts—all accessible in an instant from his own personal treasury.

With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and visualized the spell. His mind focused on a vast, empty space, an endless void where his creations would reside until he needed them. In that space, he could store weapons, armor, anything he could think of—and more importantly, he could summon them instantly.

His mana flowed steadily into the grimoire, the pages flipping rapidly as the spell began to take shape. Sanny could feel the strain on his mana control as the spell pushed his limits, but he kept his focus, determined to see it through. Slowly, the air around him shimmered, a faint golden light dancing in the air as the first weapon appeared—a sleek, silver sword, hovering just before him.

The sword floated effortlessly, its sharp blade gleaming in the sunlight. Sanny reached out and grasped the hilt, feeling the weight of the weapon in his hand. It was perfect. He had imagined it just like this—a blade built for precision and speed. But this was only the beginning. He had more in mind than a single sword.

Sanny's grin widened as more weapons materialized—an array of spears, daggers, and axes—all floating around him, their forms shimmering with mana. Each weapon was crafted with care, every detail perfect, as though he had pulled them straight from his imagination into reality. They hovered there, ready to be summoned at his command, just like the Gate of Babylon.

But this wasn't enough. He wasn't just going to be the only one using this power.

"Time for the real test," he muttered to himself, raising his hand and focusing on his next spell—cloning. A technique he had already mastered, it was now about combining the two.

With a flick of his wrist, two clones of himself appeared beside him, their forms solid and unwavering. Cloning had always been one of the most practical spells he had learned, something straight out of his Naruto-inspired dreams from his time back on Earth. Shadow clones, he thought with a smirk. If only they knew how right they had gotten it in that show.

His clones looked at him expectantly, their hands already reaching out. Sanny grinned. He closed his eyes again, connecting with the vast space of his new spell, the Gate of Babylon, and commanded it to respond not only to him but to his clones.

The air shimmered once more, and to his satisfaction, his clones summoned their own weapons—identical to the ones Sanny had just created. One clone grabbed a spear, the other an axe, while more weapons hovered behind them, waiting to be unleashed.

"Nice," one of the clones muttered, twirling the spear in his hand as if he had been using it for years.

Sanny smirked. Cloning will be an exception to your usual restrictions, COD had said when he asked if the clones could wield his magic. That phrase stuck with him, especially now as he watched his duplicates effortlessly wield the tools from the Gate of Babylon. It was as if his magic recognized them as extensions of himself, just as capable, just as powerful.

With a wordless command, Sanny and his clones launched the weapons toward a distant tree line. Swords, spears, and axes cut through the air with terrifying speed, embedding themselves into the trees with a series of loud cracks. The clones moved in tandem with him, their control over the summoned arsenal as fluid as his own.

Sanny stood back, arms crossed, observing the destruction they had wrought. Trees splintered under the force of the weapons, and the air around him was thick with the lingering pulse of mana. His clones seemed just as pleased with the results as he was.

One clone dispelled his weapon with a casual flick of his wrist. "Not bad," he remarked, turning to face the original Sanny. "So, what's next? We gonna build a whole army?"

The other clone laughed. "Army of Sanny, with infinite weapons. Sounds fun."

Sanny chuckled. "Let's not get carried away. But this… this is just the beginning." He dispelled the rest of the summoned weapons, watching as they vanished back into the void of his mind. His clones did the same, dismissing their summoned tools just as easily.

They might have been jokes about creating an army, but the reality was that this spell—this power—could be exactly that. If he could control the Gate of Babylon, summon an endless supply of weapons, and have his clones do the same… the possibilities were endless. This magic, while inspired by the fiction of Earth, was now a reality in this world.

But as the euphoria of success began to fade, Sanny knew that there were still challenges ahead. Controlling the magic took effort, and summoning so many weapons at once drained his mana faster than he liked to admit. The clones eased the burden slightly, but even they had their limits.

Still, the power was his, and he would only grow stronger. He had the tools to shape his future, the magic to protect himself, and now, with the clones at his side, an extension of his will to help him achieve his goals.

He looked at the sky, imagining his family once more. Sam would have been thrilled by the sheer competitiveness of it all, pushing him to see how far he could take it. Sid would have reminded him to remain calm, that such power needed careful handling. Sal would have found humor in the idea of creating an army of themselves, making light of the situation even as the stakes grew higher. And Sky—well, her optimistic faith in him would have remained, no matter how far he pushed the boundaries.

With a wave of his hand, the clones vanished, leaving Sanny standing alone once more. The training was over for today, but tomorrow… tomorrow would bring new challenges. And when the time came, he would be ready.

He turned back toward the village, the grimoire still hovering beside him, its pages calm and silent for now. But the future was vast, like the gate he had unlocked, and he was only just beginning to explore its depths.

Whatever this world had in store for him, he knew one thing: he was far from done.

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P.S: While doing this I laughed at absurdenly on what I created

Question: Can you guys think of a Strong funny character?