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Starless Mage

Noah was born into a corrupt family where he was forced to do many hellish activities in order to survive. After being killed by his brother he vowed to become the strongest and never allow anyone to ever push him around again. Follow Noah’s story as he reincarnates into a world full of monsters and magic as he rises to the point where no one can stop him. ———————————————————————— Contains swearing and non explicit sex scenes. MC does have a ruthless and anti-hero personality that will not change. However he won’t purposefully commit genocide for no reason. There will be romantic interests that won’t falter the novel in many ways (NO HAREMS). If none of this is to your taste I suggest you look elsewhere. ———————————————————————— I am a high school student if the spelling and grammar is poor forgive me. Along with my ever changing schedule. Also this is my first ever story. Enjoy! ———————————————————————— Discord: https://discord.gg/CzPAUM8b5X *This is not my cover if it needs taken down I will do so immediately*

Zach_Lecher · Fantaisie
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Ch 31 - Politics (6): Advancements

Satisfied with what my physical body can do I decided to further test my magical capabilities.

'Due to the fight against Sun my force field was destroyed,' I realize.

So like I previously have I expend my wind magic to recreate the barrier.

This locks my appearance and reverts my eyes back to what they were before the fight.

With that complete, I turn my focus on to my advancement that I've made wind magic.

My capabilities have grown exponentially.

From barely being able to form a blade that hovers in the air, to a shield to protect me. I've developed my abilities to be quite high.

Yet with that last fight, I've come to my new max which is just what I recently did.

I was able to create many wind blades and move them and shoot them out at different angles and lengths.

I know that creating the wind blades is the most complex thing that I can do at the moment.

However… I wonder just how many I can create.

Thus standing in the barren streets outside the hall I prepare myself to expend as much energy as I can.

Making sure that I have enough space in case I end up blasting the nearby house's part I move to the center of the biggest road that I can find.

'Here goes nothing,' I tell myself.

Focusing my mind to create the wind blade just as I always have I then visualize many instead of just one.

"Holy Shit!" I say under my breath as I look around.

Fifty-three.

'There's fifty-three fucking wind blades surrounding me,' I say to myself completely astonished.

'That seems to be my current maximum yet that amount is insane. I can kill at least fifty-three normal humans with a single action,' I continue unable to wrap my head around my own achievements.

Now to really exert myself, I move all the blades surrounding me to instead be above my head.

Smiling I repeat the action I've become addicted to.

*snap*

The empty streets echo from the sound of my fingers snapping together.

At that action the blades that were previously above me shoot up flying high into the sky.

"Hah!" I huff before my legs buckle and give out.

Sitting on the ground I look up to the clouds where my wind blades dissipated.

'It's so much easier creating the magic blades than it is to actually use them as weapons,' I say to myself.

'Then energy I expend when moving them is more than double what it is to create them. And the multiplier rises to more precise I control them.'

'Just sending them up into space with no direction or destination exhausted me,' I say as I fall back and look up at the stars.

Raising my hand and grabbing at the space in front of me I make a declaration to myself, "Someday it will all be mine."

After a moment goes by I let out a sigh before rising my back off the ground and sitting up.

'Back to work,' I tell myself with a surge of dedication.

Getting in the same position as I was when I was just recently injured, I continue my practice of dark magic.

It took a while to get into the right state of mind but after a while, I slipped into the sensation that I had before.

I immediately lost myself to the feeling and continued on for the remainder of the night.

Yet while doing this not only was my mental focus working but so was my physical.

Just like before dark magic was seeping out and empowering me.

However, thanks to the newly remade force field. No one would be able to see what was really happening to me.

The dark magic was continuing to clash with the wind magic that made of the barrier which in turn increased their capabilities even more.

But these actions had been going on for so long already and were not unusual.

Every moment that the force field is up the dark magic and wind magic collide.

That's how Noah was able to raise their abilities so fast and at a much higher pace than the other elements that he can use.

But something changed at some point.

It's so minimalistic that even Noah who's own body was going through the transformation could not even tell.

99.99% of the dark and wind magic were still raging against each other.

Yet such a small indeterminable amount actually began to form together!

Who knows what this could mean and just how much more powerful Noah could be, but for now it is just too early to tell.

***

"KID!" A shout came blasting through into my ears.

"Huh?" I asked as I looked around.

There was a small crowd surrounded around me and a middle-aged man was next to me with a concerned expression on his face.

"I called out to you seven times and you remained unresponsive. I was getting worried that you died sitting there like that," the man responded.

'Shit I must have lost track of time when practicing with my dark magic,' I realize.

"My apologies for worrying you but I was just sleeping," I say as I get up and stretch.

"Sleeping?!" The man repeated shocked.

"Yeah, sorry to worry all of you. Thank you for waking me up but I must go now," I tell the crowd as I brush off any suspicious ideas that they might have.

I then begin to walk away before pausing and turning around, "Can you point me in the direction of the nicest hotel in the city?"

Stupefied by the kid in front of them it takes a moment for one of the women in the crowd to answer me.

"Well, the nicest hotel is the Velvet Resort but you can't mean that place because only the richest of the rich can stay there. So you are probably looking for the-"

"No, tell me how to get to the Velvet Resort," I say cutting her off.

"Ah… well. Just go straight and eventually, you will see a huge sign, you can't miss it. But are you sure that's where you want to go?"

"Yeah, that's where the fatty is staying," I say with no explanation before taking off leaving the crowd even more confused than they already were.