ELMAG-MK1

" Comin' back so soon, eh lad? "

The smell of sulfur and iron lingers in the air, the iconic and recognized scent of the rowdy and crowded marketplace - inside a certain workshop.

A craftsman forge continued to breathe life into his equipment and instrument of war. 

A cloaked human opened the door to the craftman's lair, and soon revealed his head underneath the hood.

 The ghastly white hair and face that emanate an aura of natural youth and kindness to it.

"Mhm, have you finished what i commissioned for?"

Aldritch asked Hearthwing as he was wiping off the sweat off his neck due to him taking a jog all the way here.

"It was interestin' proposal yer made, lad - whilst not me used to, learning new technique and usage of me babies is always a pleasure, innit? "

Hearthwing smack his small robust muscular four packs and threw out an item on the table.

**

'A scarf forged of Oznite to merged with Fluorine?'

Hearthwing couldn't believed that the kid first request officially would be a strange item.

From his own personal experience, the metal was practically useless outside being an ornament and Fluorine are just crystal that is easy to break and purely decorative.

Despite that, he still agreed to it because he knew the kid was planning something - it wasn't in his nature to inquire or care much about it.

Good business is all about interpersonal relationship based on profits and reputation alone.

That wasn't to say that having personal relationship is useless, but rather the person who could fulfill their end of the bargain is more trustworthy.

'Anywho, lad. What do yer hope to name this beauty?'

'...Electromagnetic...ELMAG, let's call it ELMAG-MK1. '

Hearthwing bewildered by the odd naming convienence, assuming it was the northern's slangs, muttered the letters to himself and thought it sounded rock solid in his mind.

' Whatevs, i'll take me time to learn more 'bout this place. This lad has been givin' me lot of blimey lately. '

And so their transaction comes to an end, as Hearthwing begin bragging about the other items and give some lesson on forging for free.

Of course, while it might be strange - he didn't feel much lost to it, since Aldritch was an attentive person from all the interaction they have thus far. 

**

'What is the relationship between mana and magnetic force?'

Aldritch was staring at the boulder in his reformed realm, as the wind blows in his direction opposite of the lake, different from his usual student clothes.

He was currently wearing an 'identity' that he made by his own conviction, a cloaked shadow adorning an eerie dark mask that has a distinctive dual-tail scarf that shrouded his overbearing shoulders.

He grasped onto one of the tail of his scarf and invoke a crackling vibration and in result an invisible force waves enveloped his body,

Gesturing his hand into a finger gun at the boulder, a sudden jolt of electric shock leaped toward the object from his index and middle fingers.

*Sizzle*

Aldritch glanced at the boulder in shock, not by the reason of the fact that the boulder remained untouched by the bolt of "electricity", but instead the bombshells of amazements it brought to him.

'The Mana's characteristics is a charged particle that activates electric currents!'

Some may not understand the implications, but to put it simply. 

Aldritch has created a 'phenomenon' that is capable of mercilessly corroding any living organism that opposes him.

Upon closer look at the sight of his experiment, the boulder while it seems fine at a glance.

When Aldritch approached closer with his hand forward, the metal properties slowly develop to fracturing piece by piece, which he instinctively fell back onto his rear at that moment.

It was a beta radiation!

The first radiation in this world has made its presence and it has no less contaminated the boulder, while it's currently small sized in sample.

It was still deadly to Aldritch without the specialized suit he had made with a lot of testing and theorycrafting...

"System, check my mana!"

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" Are you serious, only 3 mana? "

Aldritch couldn't help but chuckled at the success of this experiment, just for 3 mana.

He managed to create the second strongest radiation ray known to mankind.

" Okay, this is enough. I think it's about time for the war. "

But before that, Aldritch dash ahead and delicately throw a store- brought agent similar to 'Nitric Acid' in his past life on the contaiminated boulder,

He didn't desired to cause ruination upon the realm he has been painstalkingly working on.

He slowly strolled through his territory, so much has changed within these few days of preparation, 

The deep lake that is bottomless as the abyss itself, the green lush jungle that premeditate one fourth of the realm, the village huts that were built by the effort of his new creatures.

All of it were built on top of the muddy soil that were constantly showered by the rainy weather.

Approaching the portal, he was greeted by the sight of kneeling summons, whether it small, righteous or dominating.

They were all there for a singular entity.

Him, the future Tyrant that will bring carnage to his enemies.

" It's time."

"Yes, Lord/Warlord!"

**

'Ugh, i can't believe i have to take over her duty again!'

Complained the black haired female teacher substituting for a missing person, outburst in frustration and resentment as clearly this isn't the first instance that she has been thrown into this predicament.

Her name was Faella Aetherline, she was a talented and a hard-working teacher that values dilligence over anything else,

She would always encourges everyone around her to be the same, while it may appear arrogant to some,

it was her pride to always do her best to prove anyone wrong about her or themselves.

In fact, she was gifted with an appearance that would resemble an overbearing CEO like in those childish fictions that Aldritch has retained knowledge of before.

However...it was always this single clown of a teacher that would somehow win against her.

'Teacher Stellaria, i believe that your assignment quota was due next week, would you mind giving an explaination?'

'What is there to explain, Little Fae? You can do my work for me, since we're comrades right? I'll just take the subjects that suits me.'

'...If you keep procrastinating, i feel as though i have to report your lackluster attitude to the administration office.'

' And? The Admistration office won't do anything as long the principal is on my side. '

' ...Then i'll tell the principal as well! ' 

' The principal is too busy with the antique i've sent him last week. ' 

' Bribing our academy's principal?! There is no limit to your corrupt behaviors, Teacher Stellaria.' 

' Frankly, i do not like you - despite us being on the same level as the elite yellow grade teachers! '

' Ah, is that so? i like you too. '

' Wh-ah?! '

Sighed Fae as ever since meeting that teacher, her life has been one of on the verge of insanity and stressful endeavours.

Even one senior teacher disappeared before the teacher was assigned to the academy, how unlucky!

But nevertheless it did not affect her image as the academy's teacher that most idolized and aspired to be, perhaps her natural elegance is the saving grace in all this.

Speaking of which, as she was walking toward the site where she were supposed to be guiding one of the participants she was 'forced' under.

It was designated under the laboratorium owned by the teacher she hated the most in her life.

Just as she was about to settle down to wait for the participant to come out of the portal,

The person-in-question has made an appearance. 

A jet black armor that appeared to be homemade, a reflective light scarf and dark mask that conveyed some debonair flair in aesthetics.

The masked student soon uttered in monotonious tone.

" Are you the one who will guide me? " 

" That's right, i'll be replacing your homeroom teacher as she currently has business to attend to. "

" I see, i'm ready to meet my opponent. "

" You will get to see them if you follow me, however due to procedurial in this academy, when using an annonymous identity. You must be supervised under a teacher of the academy while registering as a warrior. "

The mask individual upon understanding the meaning behind it, gave his ID card with the information customized before-hand.

Glancing at the identification, Fae nodded with nothing to fret about currently after some inspection.

She ushered the student to the location where their first war will be conducted.

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