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Tales of Nashirah : As It Is

A boy transmigrates along with gaining the inheritance of a Mystical Cultivation Senior in the world of Magic in the Middle Ages full with mana ,elves ,demons ,demi-humans, Were-wolves ,Vampires ,beasts, dragons and much more allure and hidden secrets. Watch as he adapts in this unknown world and starts his life anew in this world and makes friends and enemies along his path to make something of himself and find his meaning in this life. Will he walk the path of GOOD or path of the EVIL or will he create his OWN path and tread in it with all its glory and imperfections ?? Do Give it a Try (◍•ᴗ•◍) (≧▽≦) ( ╹▽╹ ) **************************************************************** If you are sick and tired of reading the same old isekai, reincarnation, system, and OP MC's then this novel will give you a breath of fresh air. So... Prepare yourself to read a story you've never read before. Prepare yourself to feel things you've never felt before. I'll wait for you in the latest chapters! 1 CHP/week *************************************************************** #Additional Tags# : Team-Growth, Romance, Western-styled World-building, Cultivation, Rising-in-power ***DISCLAIMER*** : This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, places, ideology, theory and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Picture is Generated using Adobe Firefly Ai

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CHP9 Age of Rites

It was 28th day of 9th month of year 10,737 H.E.

'The day has finally come. In the end it took whole 12 years for me to heal my body and get it to normal condition.'

'A completely function and healthy Body; checked!'

'A well-motivated mindset to challenge the heavens; checked!'

'From now is the Meteoric Rise of the Great Sargon.'

'Hehe!', chuckled Sargon, enthusiastically thinking about all the possibilities of the future and the battles he will have to go through, the fame, the glory, the reward.

'If I had met that Bryant brat with a healthy body and opened Dantian back then I would have crushed him within few moves, he had such bad Kungfu.'

'Even though this body at "that" time was far stronger than my previous life, it was still not in its peak condition. Plus, I have demi-human genes from my mother side. With such strength gained by the blood of the very best at physical abilities, I could easily put "sense" into those kinds of brats.', boasted Sargon with a prideful demeanor.

**

'Sargon! Come on outside. Reeve is waiting for you outside.'

'I'm Coming. Just a minute', replied Sargon.

'What do you need a minute for? Come outside fast, poor girl is waiting for you for a while', ordered his mother.

'Also, there is a surprise waiting for you!!', mumbled his mom in a low voice such that forget Sargon even Reeve who is standing next to her might not be able to figure out what was just said.

'MOMs. UFF.', complained Sargon internally.

**

Now that him and reeve were both of age 12, it was now time for them to go through a ritual in their church.

The ritual was basically devised by the 3 Ancient Races.

It is now only done by the church and the temples. It is basically like a baptism, to submit to one's own faith.

It is basically forming a crest in the chest of the child of age of 12. It was meant to speed up the process in which a child would sense the qi/mana around him/herself so that they could get better feel of it.

It also had another function.By flowing the mana through their crest in specific ways it would help the children have a better control of their mana.

With such support they could cast a magic spell without using the incantations.

Back in the past, a child after turning 12, would have to rely on themselves to sense the qi around them, then slowly they must get the hang of controlling it in specific manners.

Then they would have to use the help of the incantations and speak their spells with their voices induced with mana. With that the mana-induced sound and the mana they control-of the spell will harmonize among themselves.

The end result was they could get better control of their overall mana so that they could execute the spell and release it.

But with the invention of the Crest it was all over. There was very less hurdle. It could help you in sensing the mana, controlling its flow and remove the need of incantations.

This can help the apprentice magician to grow rapidly in a safe and efficient manner.

With the invention of this crest, the total no of Basic-entry level formidable experts increased rapidly, as it was now much easier and faster to cross the 1st hurdle, resulting in increase in number of beginner magicians; which later become experts increasing the no of Upper Class experts too.

This technique was developed right before the Ancient Hundred Year Holy War.

Some say that it was given to leaders of the ancient holly alliance as a gift by GOD in their sleeps. Then GOD gave them a test as to whether they will unite as one against the evil-dragons or not?

As they had passed the test and had united as one to fight against dragons. God was elated and give them many opportunities and fortuitous encounters, thus a feat which no one had thought of was pulled out.

A feat of winning the war in such a domineering fashion that once mighty dragons were banished.

Well these are all lore's and tales after all and there is no evidence as of such.

**

'creaak creaak'

The simplistically designed door of the 'Apollo's Shop', slowly opened with a creaking sound. There walked out a young handsome demon.

About 5.5 ft in height.

His eyes sharp as an eagle hunting its prey, a hint of supreme confidence.

His hair shortened like an army's haircut back in earth.

Two horns full of black shining luster, as if it could withstand loads of mountains.

Wearing a long coat and high boots, with shoulder as heavy as a tiger.

It was of course none other than Sargon.

'oh geez!', how much does this guy take to wear such a simple set of clothes. Look at him! He made this old man wait such a long time.

Despite that, it looks like he is quite proud of what he has become. Does he think he is the most handsome under the heavens or something? Young brat, today you will learn what it means to be an adult.

Let this old man teach you a thing or two.

'Sargon!!! You finally came. How much more do you want this lady to wait for you? Also there is ….. '

Before Sofia could finish Sargon interrupted, 'Mom. Chill for a minute would you. I am here now already. Let's not waste any more time and head to the church, don't make a mountain out of a mole will you? Please.'

'Today is your son's i.e my special day after all.', saying that his gaze fell upon Reeve Helena.

She was wearing a beautiful long rose-colored skirt. There was a hint of rose fragrance around her. She had her earrings like thorn in her ears, which excluded her face and beauty even more.

Although that beauty was that of little girl and by no means had any adult manifestation in it.

'oh, Reeve! You are looking good on that dress. I didn't know even you would be this excited about it.'

Seeing such beautiful girl, any young boy would have some sort of feelings in their hearts.

Sargon however had a higher mental age and as such the only thing he could see was a cute pretty little 'sister'.

'Geez!', Reeve's face blushed slightly,' it is not for you, definitely not for you. I also have to naturally look good on my rite ceremony after all. Hmph!', saying such she stomped her feet.

'haha'

'haha'

'Enough of such chit-chats. Son today is your special day. It is time for you to grow. Remember to behave well in the church and do not cause any incidents. You have to take a look after Reeve also. Her Aunt Rosetta has after all put all the responsibilities to us.'

'You might feel sad, but don't worry about dad not being here. He had an important call from the higher ups, so he had no choice but to go.'

' Today even I have some works in the shop. So I would not be able to participate in the ceremony.', saying such there was a pain in her eyes but if one looked carefully inside the pain there was relief and relaxed smile, a burden lifted.

'But mommmm! Then who will take us? are we supposed to go alone? Can't you post-pone your works?', Sargon said in panicking manner.

Although he was mature , he still cared about emotional weightage and was slowly panicking. But soon he pulled himself up,' if that is the case then I will take Reeve with me and return back with the news of success.'

'You need not go alone. There is someone waiting patiently for you. He will take care of all the formalities. Remember to talk with him in proper etiquettes, respect and manner. He is your paternal Grandfather, the High Senator George Apollo.'

'whattttt ?!?!'