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What is The Irregular Wizard
Lesen Sie den Roman The Irregular Wizard des Autors THEWARRIORRR, veröffentlicht auf WebNovel.I was once known as a hero of sorts, in my world, I fought many, defeated entire armies, and killed demons whose only goal was to devour all the light across the lands. But that was only because I was...
I was once known as a hero of sorts, in my world, I fought many, defeated entire armies, and killed demons whose only goal was to devour all the light across the lands. But that was only because I was blind by vengeance, through the beginning till the end, I sought the one who took away the lives of my family, and although I managed to defeat him, I finally noticed a few days later when I was about to die that my life was too shallow, too lacking. I regretted living solely for that purpose, I failed to let descendants behind fail to discover the warm touch of love, and there would be no friends to remember me for who I am, there would only be mentions of myself in books and I would only be known for what I did in my revenge. In my last few moments of consciousness, my magic went a step further, the chaos from which I fed to gain power, a source of pure destruction, allowed me for the briefest of the moments, to see and grasp a strand of fate, it was my own strand, it was about to be cut and tossed away by the hands of the three who oversee birth, life, and death. The one with the scissor looked at me with eyes full of surprise, her face covered by oily dirty white hair was hideous, old, and decrepit, with grey lifeless eyes, a scar running down from her left eyebrow to the edge on the back of her jaw. She put down the scissor, probably in a pocket of her black-furred coat, hidden away from eyes for an unknown purpose. "Ah, a mortal who can see past the veil, truly unexpected." Her hoarse voice caught the attention of her sisters. When they looked over, I thought that maybe their appearance was related to their functions, the youngest, a small kid weaved the thread that I held, the one in the middle, a middle-aged beautiful woman, held it with a strange tool which she used to handle the thread. "An irregular." The youngest said. "No, an anomaly. The age of mortals has long passed, no human vessel should have been able to do what this one did." The middle-aged one corrected. The old one, however, laughed at their words. "Foolish!" She shouted and shook her head. "To think that after so many years, fate has blinded your eyes, fufufu!" The younger sisters frowned but didn't say anything, the elder was more experienced, she knew things that they didn't. "You, child of Cain, your heart is similar to that of Samael, it's corrupted with the source of the void that the Elder One of Light had tried to keep away from his child, it reeks of chaos, something that... Fufufu! I have a particular interest in!" I wanted to frown, even grunt in anger, but I couldn't, instead, I gathered my strength and uttered the words that my weak soul allowed. "What do you want... witch?" "Nothing much... nothing much." Her eyes glowed as she stood up with some difficulty from her chair and forcefully brought the wheel which gave birth to threads towards me. The younger one didn't seem to mind, in fact, there was some sort of eagerness in her eyes. "I want the chaos you cultivated in your soul, I'll harvest it and make it my own, in exchange, I'll give you a new chance, I won't cut your thread, I'll instead mend the thread into a new one, what happens after will solely depend on you, but we can guarantee at least that the fate you'll bring with you will be safe at the beginning, but your destiny, as you know, depends only on you." "How can I trust you?" My words must have sounded like a joke in their ears, for the trio laughed after I finished speaking. "Tis a strange world, human! Is there anything certain in life? Can you even trust your own words? There is no trust, there is only 'choice', what is yours?" "I... I agree..."
