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His Inauguration

Driven by a narcissistic desire for godlike status, Ivaim seeks to establish his dominion over the Harmonious Realm and all its inhabitants. Gathering a devoted following of individuals who are seduced by his charismatic charm and promises of eternal bliss, Ivaim forms the Unconscious Cult. He crafts a new religion around himself, proclaiming that he alone possesses the divine essence necessary to guide mortals towards enlightenment and salvation. As the cult gains prominence, Ivaim's reign of godhood raises alarm bells among the established pantheons of The Harmonious Realm. Existing deities view his actions as a direct challenge to their authority and the harmony they have maintained for eons. "His Inauguration " is an epic tale of power, faith, and the consequences of unchecked ambition. It explores the blurred boundaries between god and mortal, the nature of control, and the dangers of unchecked idolatry. In a realm where the line between worship and tyranny becomes blurred, Ivaim's journey challenges the very foundations of divinity and the limits of mortal devotion. ___ (Art is not mine, credits to the artist of "The Dark Lord's Confession". Please contact me if you request for its removal.)

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Power of Languages

"Why isn't it working..." Frustration creeped up in Ivaim's mind. He had spent the last few hours memorizing and familiarizing himself with the language and the symbols being used by the scribes to use their abilities. With the help of the original owner's knowledge, this part was not difficult. Theory was relatively easy, but the practical part was almost impossible. No matter how many times Ivaim tried, it was useless.

He then began to recall his memories once again to the times when his mentor used his abilities to cast spells…

"Ivaim, make sure you keep yourself at a certain distance."

"Yes Mr. Williams." Ivaim followed his mentor's orders accordingly. In this memory, Ivaim seemed to be assisting the scribe in applying a sleep-inducing symbol on a scroll. From what the original owner's body remembered, his mentor would often inscribe similar symbols on multiple scrolls. He suspected that it was a task ordered by his mentor's organization because the scrolls would be taken away by people in cloaked clothing at every end of the week.

His mentor pointed his finger on the scroll and a strange aura entered the atmosphere as he chanted a single word.

"Sleep..."

The language being spoken was in another ancient language which scribes used. And as soon as the word was spoken, a strange symbol appeared on the scroll. Just looking at the symbol stimulated the original owner's body to feel droopy and his mind drowsy. As if he could fall asleep at any time.

Ivaim started to imitate the scribe's action. Pointing his finger at a scroll, and began muttering the spell at the same pace, and same intonation as the scribe.

"Sleep..."

However, nothing happened. He tried out the other spells that his mentor's had used, but to no avail, none of them worked either.

"It's pointless, I should try something else…" he thought. There was most likely a reason as to why he and countless other normal people couldn't become scribes. But he could figure it out later, what's important was to try other things and to know more about his current situation.

He looked at the calendar which had a similar operated system to his original world. However, there were eight days in a week in this world, not seven. According to his memories, the people in cloaked clothing would collect the scrolls during the eighth day at midnight. At present, there was still 6 hours before they arrived.

"I have to prepare a proper explanation for my mentor's disappearance, otherwise…" he could not imagine the consequences he would have to face the moment they found out about it. He did not know who or what those cloaked figured were, and escaping or running away would only bring up more suspicion towards him. Not to mention, running away didn't even seem to be an option. This world was too strange, tracking down a single weakling like him would definitely not be an issue.

"The best option right now is to come up with a proper explanation and be taken in for an investigation..." As for what happens next, Ivaim had not thought that far yet. His knowledge about this world was too insufficient for him to come up with a plan. The best he could do was to eliminate the most life-threatening options and choose the lesser of evils.

"Before I do that, I should try the Ad Infinitum Somnium chant to go back to the strange space…" He wanted to see if the chant would work outside the strange space, and to also confirm one of his assumptions about the power of languages. And thus, he began to mutter the chant in a low voice.

"In the starlight, through eternal night… "

As he begun to speak, the familiar and eerie energy around his words slowly enveloped him once more.

"The depths of the soul, in dreams reborn. To infinite dreams, again and again.."

With that, his vision blacked out once again and he had returned to the strange room that was cut off from space and time. He looked around to see if anything had changed, but nothing differed from before. And with that, he chanted the "Arouse the Senses" spell to awaken once again.

"Sleep awakens, the senses come alive…."

Author's note :

Once I introduce a spell in Latin and provide the translation for it in the story, I will no longer use the Latin version of it, I will just type it out in English to make it easier for the readers to familiarize themselves with the spells. Thank you :D