Fast Progress
After a few days of sleep, I wake up yet again with a less severe headache but still one that's debilitating. I take this time to create the godly mana body needed. I have to destroy my heart and replace it with a synthetic mana heart in a split second. Though I have never done this, through my years in space I should be able to easily reproduce what I read.
In my bedroom a loud popping noise can be heard as well as a few cracks as my heart bursts and breaks a few ribs. The skin on my chest balloons out for a second before a glowing light shows through. I did it.
A blue ethereal heart takes the place of my mortal one. This heart is only the first step though, as this must be done with each and every organ including the brain.
In the book, it takes Rosanna a long time to be able to do this as she has to get complete and utter control of her soul before this otherwise when you destroy your brain you'll be unable to heal it and pass away.
However, everything should be easy for me.
That night, a group of maids passed by Rosanna's room and heard the sickening sounds of popping and bones cracking. However, when they checked my room, I was still just asleep on the bed. There was a pool of blood under my head though so I had to deal with the doctor coming to check up on me. Luckily, once the organs are formed nobody less than a 7th circle Legendary mage would be able to tell a difference.
The following day I have to change my veins and nerves out for mana veins and mana nerves. One is responsible for the transfer and circulation of mana through the body while the other is in charge of giving said mana intent, ie: turning mana into fire.
This one is far less dangerous as I don't have to pop them and replace them, I just have to soak them in mana for a few hours. Normally this process takes years, but I could saturate this house so much it comes to life in just a second.
My veins glow for a few hours before dying down. I've successfully done it. I now have the Godly Mana Body.
All that's left is to inscribe my 10 circles onto my head, and then get to work on the dragon heart.
It takes a few days to complete the circles as I have to literally etch them perfectly onto my brain.
The dragon heart will take me about thirty minutes, however that thirty minutes could easily kill me if I pour in just a drop too much mana. I have to get my mana heart to the point where it's about to explode and keep it there for thirty minutes straight.
This process is incredibly painful, but if completed would allow me to use any spell I can think of so long as I have the mana to make it.
I get to work on it. A searing pain envelopes my chest, far worse than the headache of before. Luckily, I cast a silence charm on the room before doing this otherwise my blood curdling screams would wake the entire house. My heart feels like it'll burst at the smallest disturbance.
I furrow my brows and close my mouth hard, cracking my teeth. I feel the heart slowly transform. Horn-like growths begin to appear on it. Fire then circles around it and slowly changes into the form of a dragon's head. The dragon roars and causes my entire chest to rumble, threatening my concentration. Seemingly accepting of my abilities, the dragon nods its head and the fire grows to encapsulate my entire heart. Smoke begins coming from my mouth and filling the room as the fire burns away the mana in my heart and replaces it with fire, magma, and brimstone. Eventually, the pain subsides and I hear a heavy thud. Apparently I fell over and hit my head on the head of the bed.
Instantly, my body passes out as the smoke exits the window of my room.
I spent this time to inspect and see if anything went wrong. I'm not gonna hide myself away when I have enough strength to submerge the continent in fire, ice, and lightning at the same time. I'll live at the very top of this world. Nobody will stand in my way.
Nothing seems to be wrong with my body. My heart is functioning correctly and pumping mana through my body at an astonishing rate. My circles aren't having any adverse reactions to the brain either, and my veins aren't overloaded. I've damn near perfected myself.
The rest is stuff I'll have to buy or find in the future. Should be easy considering my parents' love for me. With my knowledge of the future I could find and secure life changing things and cuck the prince in the process. First target, his little wifey.
Yes, Ralia is a resource. While she may be a bitch, she ends up awakening her abilities of a saint about halfway through and becomes a thorn in the side. If I can get a slave seal on her, she'll never be able to go against my wishes. I could even use her as a spy against the prince if I needed to. But, I won't be keeping the prince alive for much longer. He's gonna die ASAP! Then, I'll have to worry about the stereotypical demon lord shenanigans, and then the invasion of the gods. The me right now might be able to play with any human in existence, but the demon lord would be able to fight me on even ground.
Hah, I feel a little mentally tired. I suppose it's time my soul finally sleeps for once. It's been millions of years since I have…
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In the castle:
While crown prince Landon was technically under house arrest, his father hadn't actually ordered any guards to limit his movement. As such, the prince was able to walk around the entire palace with no repercussions, allowing him to meet with his beloved Ralia. The two were currently in the middle of sharing an intimate moment.
His brown hair and eyes paired well with his pointed chin. Instead of masculine, he could be said to have a feminine charm to him. His body wasn't fit, but rather weak and gentle. His skin was white as snow as well.
Ralia has orange hair and blue eyes that made anyone who hadn't met her believe her to be a gentle person. However, they hid a conniving weasel behind the gentle demeanor. Her body was rather shapely, with C-cup breasts and wide hips.
The two were currently entangled in a messy pile, sucking and kissing every inch of the other's body. A guard stood at the side in full metal. The prince's personal guard. A master knight given to him by his father. This knight was the only person loyal to the prince after his treatment of Rosanna came to the surface. Nobles everywhere had abandoned him, taking the chance to deal a huge blow to the royal family.
Everyone knew it, if the crown prince were to become emperor, every noble would rebel.
The prince has been taking his frustrations out on Ralia lately, the girl felt that if they had sex another time she'd die. Part of her regretted ever being involved with him. After all, the only reason the two were together was so she could become the queen, but that's flown out the window. Now the only reason she's with him is because he'd probably kill her if she didn't want him. Suddenly, a frantic knock interrupts the prince. He growls out and motions for the knight to get it. The knight bows and walks out to talk to whoever it is. The prince pushes off the bed in a huff and starts dressing himself.
The knight walks back in and says,
"Your highness, I've been informed that at the funeral of Rosanna, she suddenly woke up from her coffin. She seems to have lost her memory however, as her first words were to her mother, and I quote: 'I don't know who you are lady but my head is killing me right now, please help.'"
The princes brows furrow as he hears this.
"GrrrrAAAAAGH!"
He flings the end table by his bed across the room.
"THAT FUCKING BITCH JUST WON'T DIE!"
The knight speaks once more to calm the prince,
"It doesn't appear that the duke wishes to continue with the marriage any longer, so her survival should have no negative effects for you."
The prince shakes his head,
"You don't understand, she'll have an incredible following now. People, especially commoners, are going to see her as some kind of angel. You know how much the God of Magic is worshiped here. If I'm ever to succeed the throne, she'll have to die. Contact the assassins guild and send a few members her way. They have to be some of the best to get through the guards in the Pultovia estate."
The knight nods his head and speaks again,
"If we wait a while, the guards should lower. While their lady is weakened, they should be on heightened surveillance expecting us to act. If we wait about a month or two, they should lower their guards enough for an attack."
The prince picks up a bottle of wine and a glass. He pours himself a full cup and walks over to the light of the window. Now in the light, bags can be seen under his eyes as he's had to deal with the nightmarish outcome of his ex lovers "murder".
"Yeah. Let's go with your plan, Richter"
Richter nods his head and goes back to his post in the darkest corner of the room. The light glints off of his silver armor as glowing red eyes peek through the slits in the helm.