Speciality

After a while, Zhou pondered over the strange spell he wanted to execute. Though the fear of being spied on was there, Zhou was in no way in a hurry to carry out the ritaul. After all, he was like a person who read a book but had no practicall knowledge on how to execute it. He knew the steps of the ritual, but lacked the skills for it.

Firstly, casting a spell without the aid of a specialty can only be done through the use of ancient jotun- a language that could stir the natural forces, but the problem lied on the fact that he had almost no knowledge of Jotun.

The mysticism languages in Supplicants overview were dividend into three, one was ancient mosen- a language that was used to stir up the energy of the soul, in other to cast prophecy spells, or divination. The second was Thorin, a language which originated from the texts of the lord of storms. It basically allowed Supplicants from other branches to be able to temporary use certain abilities within the lord of storms corresponding branch. But such powers could only be used in form of ritualistic magic and could not be instantly executed.

The third and most commonly used throughout the book, was ancient Jotun - which was originated from the giants and elves, and could perfectly stir the powers of nature, allowing the user to cast a wild variety of spells. ranging from talisman creation, anti tracking, and certain elemental spells.

But due to certain reasons, Zhou had next to no knowledge of this languages.

Unknown how, but Zhou suddenly had a realization.

He had a notebook which he had used to write down many things about Supplicants overview, even before the "flood"

Zhou quickly took up the red covered book, and swiped through pages faster than normal.

His eyes scrutinized each page, hoping to find at least certain words that was written in Jotun that he happened to write down. Even though the novel had next to no actual writings of ancient Jotun, their was still some mentions, but those ones had little to no correspondence to mysticism.

But that was what he was counting on. His actions was on the faith that he may be able to extract certain words and letters in other to form a base to create his fate assurer spell.

A spell that would partially keep him away from misfortune, allowing for certain malicious tracking to be avoided. Though he couldn't still completely perform anti tracking, it was the best he got.

After a while, Zhou sighed in regret, "Why didn't I just write the whole thing. Hizzss, the problem isn't the spell itself, but the translation.." Zhou suddenly paused, his eyes narrowed as an idea suddenly sprouted within him,

"Why can't I just say the spell in English?"

"After all, if I take into consideration the fact that Supplicants overview's world didn't exist till a few hours ago, and also the fact the story sort of merged with reality, can't I just say the spell in basic English, or at least in the Jotun equivalent in the world"

Zhou pondered for a second, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, "wouldn't that be latin? Can't I just try latin? And even if it doesn't work, I won't be in any danger, as it won't point to any heretical god"

Zhou felt the flexibility of his idea, after all, he had taken consideration of the difference of the two worlds. If it was similar it was likely the same!

Zhou immediately ran over the various necessities needed for the fate assurer spell.

_thankfully the writer was a lazy bum, and made the process extraordinarily easy_ he deprecated inwards,

All he needed was to get three part ingredients, mint, lily flower, and a fist worth of stale bread. They would be placed in three points, forming a triangle. Then standing on the middle, he would need to prick himself with a needle and allowing exactly three drops of blood in the middle when saying each part of the incantation. The first three drops were to be followed by a sincere chant 'All things stem from the same source, from the degeneracy of death to the blossom of life.' The second three drops was to be accompanied by a pious tone chant, 'Praise the great river of time and fate, from which destiny converges and stems from.' and the last three drops was finished with, 'Blessings originate from the sea, for the path to it is through it'

Which totalled to exactly nine drops of blood, after which he needed to close his eyes and inwardly recite the incantation fully, without dropping any more blood. Only then would the spell acquire a response, and be regarded as complete.

Zhou had everything he needed for the spell with him, he had an abundance of stale bread, and could use breath mints, and as for lily. He previously acquired a box which he hoped to a give to his heroic crush.

Zhou revealed a smirk before exclaiming a self deprecating comment, "I can make an argument that reality was so against me getting date, that it practically destroyed the world... Hmm, I wonder if Lucien might just lose his humanity on the spot, if that happens to be true"

Zhou reined in his thoughts, and quickly went towards his desk- pulled out the drawer, and scooped out a small black nylon bag, which had a fishy scent coming from it.

The scent caused his brows to knit as he closed his nostrils with his left hand,

"God!" He exclaimed, "what kind of pig am I?"

"There has to be level of laziness a person cannot reach, but it seems am far above the fourth tier in that branch" his words carried a self deprecating sense.

Enduring the nausea, Zhou placed the stale bread near his door- adequately providing enough space between it and the speciality. After which he took up a pack of green mint gum and placed it on the right corner of the room. He then once again from his desk drawer pulled out a black thin box.

Opening the box, two sets of pinkish flowers laid vertical, their sweet subtle nuances, smelling at once waxy, slightly green-tinged, and spicy, filled the air- Causing Zhou to subconsciously dread the idea of using them as a ritaul material. Since anything used in a ritual gets incinerated once the ritual ends.

He placed the two flowers on the left side of the room, almost beside the desk which stood before the dark speciality.

The arrangements was quite simple, with the bread as the head of the triangle, and the flower and mint as the base.

After readying everything, Zhou took a deep breath and came to the center of the triangle and spent the next minutes calming his tense nerves.

He couldn't afford to make any mistakes, as that would almost certainly spell uncontrollable effects!

Then, he took a tiny sowing needle and gently pricked his middle left hand finger. Tiny leaks of blood formed on his finger, and Zhou carefully allowed three consecutive drops to fall in the middle of the triangle, before chanting in Latin, his voice low and whispery, "All things stem from the same source, from the degeneracy of death, to the blossom of life"

He allowed another three consecutive drops of blood, before speaking in a pious tone, "Praise the great river of time and fate, from which destiny converges and stems from."

At the last three drops, Zhou droved deep into concentration as he chanted in a sincere tone, "Blessings originate from the sea, for the path to it is through it."

After which Zhou closed his eyes and repeated the full chant within his mind, careful to not break concentration even for a moment,

Suddenly at that moment, Zhou felt his body engulfed in a sneering cold, accompanied by the feeling of tiny insects crawling all over his body.

Realizing this as a response, he endured the maddening feeling, and sneering cold.

His body began to grow tighter and tighter, as if he was once again placed between the middle of two "certain" ladies. Even with repeating the incantation, a self deprecating thought prompted from within his mind,

_Was spying such a bad thing,that I might or might not have signed a death sentence to escape it..._

Feeling his consciousness slowly drift into darkness, he struggled to remain his lucidity - he was fully aware that losing his lucidity was synonymous to death in the world of mysticism.

Suddenly Zhou's eyes swung open, his surroundings morphed into a strange place.

He has surrounded by fluffy beds of clouds, when a white pillar of light descended into his body!

Subconsciously, he looked up to the orgin of the light, only to see a grand majestic stair, with a three seat table spread out at it's end.

Zhou "felt" his soul shake as a deep sigh resounded from above the stairs, originating from the three seat desk and descending into his body. At that moment, everything shattered, and Zhou saw himself once again inside his room- still in the middle of the ritual triangle.

Suddenly, the three ingredients used for the ritual burst out into crimson flames!

His head instantly dropped in pain, as a sneering headache overtook him.

Dropping to his knees, Zhou had no time to think about the phenomenon that had just happened - when his head felt as if it was about to split open.

In his stupor, Zhou attempted to stand up from the ground, but every attempt ended with him landing butt first on the ground.

Zhou wei, who as a history student was not unfamiliar with such situations, quickly calmed his thoughts while taking gentle breaths.

After a while the headache subsided, living him feeling just a bit light headed.

Standing up from the triangle, Zhou quickly felt his mind filled with knowledge that had previously eluded him- the various names of the branches, their powers and limitations had all been recalled by him.

However, recalling the strange existence he "saw" while completing the fate assurer spell, he suddenly felt gripped by anxiety.

In the novel, such a situation never happened to Lucien who used the spell countless of times- which meant that Zhou was in uncharted territory.

The fear that he might have been "infected" by the being was growing, causing his heart to beat rapidly and his head filled with cold beads of sweat.

He instantly glanced at the speciality which laid alone in the crimson screened room, Zhou's mind was now churning with trepidation.

_if I have already been infected, then eating a specialty will cancel out the other corruption - at least until a new balance can be found, and both traits merges together_

Zhou glared intently at the fruit shaped speciality, his mind filled with paranoia that some unseen force was watching him.

Experiencing such a feeling was new to him, he would always wonder why certain characters would overeat over certain mystical forces. However, now that he was experiencing it- his mind was failing to keep it's cool.

Staring at the "fruit", Zhou began to walk slowly towards it. He nodded silently and picked up the "fruit"

The instant his hands touched it, his mind seemed to accelerate at a rapid pace- causing his body to slowly convulse.

Gritting his teeth, Zhou opened up and took an exaggerated bite from the "fruit"

A cool and smooth feeling filled his mouth, as the fruit instantly dissolved into a strange liquid. It then flowed through his throat and into his stomach.

At that moment, a cold breeze blew into his room- causing all the books within to flutter open!

He was becoming a mystical creature!