Mechanic of Spirit and Science

Who would have guessed? Two different worlds, of magic and of science, going through with the same experiment, but in their own way. Would lead to something, that neither could think of...

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In the world of technology and science.

"Chief, we have completed the preparations. The [Gate] can be activated at your discretion." Called out a scientist in which looks like a white lab coat, but dirty with grime.

"Great work, we can begin our first test then. For now everyone take an hour break, we will begin at noon." Answered the man in his forties.

At the same time, in the world of magic. In a tower built of white stone.

"How long until the completion of the rune formation?" Asked an old man in grey robes with hair of the same color to his shoulders.

"Master, the formation will be completed in around an hour. We will be able to begin as soon as it is ready." Said a younger looking man with pointy ears and wearing green robes.

"Then we should be able to start it around noon then... In that case. Tell everyone to get ready and call me once everyone's at their places." Said the Master.

An hour later, on high noon. Both worlds started their first test of world travel. That first and only test that the both sides conducted, was what brought about the first cross-world cataclysm. During that moment, a world rift was created that connected both worlds indefinitely and it cost the lives of the brightest minds of both worlds to die to their own success. That was also what brought about more than five millennia of war between both worlds.

And this is where the story of our hero begins. The story of a new occupation, the pains, gains and issues that come from taking a path that no one had brought to the highest reaches of the new world.

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"Flint, are you ready to deal with those magician assholes?" Said a guy, in military clothing.

"Yeah yeah, I'm going... That's the only reason I went with the stupid surgery, that has like five percent of survival. Just give me a fucking minute." Said Flint, while getting into his combat uniform. "Sheesh, I thought that after getting the [magic bag] implant, I'd be able to live my life in peace. But who knew that I'd have to work non-stop after getting it."

"Well who asked you to not only survive, but even get the ability to use it. This is why they did not let you get away, and even trained you. Now, look where it got you? You have to work your ass off, even more than you would have by being a regular soldier." Said the guy in military uniform. "In any case, this time the mission is even more of a shit fest than usual. Try to survive after dealing with it, okay?"

"Yeah, Michael... I'll try to do it as cleanly as possible. Just in case though if I don't return, you remember what to do right?"

"Ha~h!? That's why I said, use a separate storage for that, god damn it! Whatever, sure... I'll get rid of your personal stationary system." Sighed Michael. "Anyway, get ready. We're heading out in fifteen minutes."

"Yep, yep."

Half an hour later, in a plane to the mission objective. Both Michael and Flint are sitting in the back of the latest model stealth plane.

"So, this time. I have to kill the Head Magician of their main force, isn't that asking for too much?"

"Well, it's not like you haven't done similar missions... I guess they think that you can do better than that? In any case, even if you are not able to do it, just that single try on the life of Head Magician should slow them down by quite a bit."

"... They are just asking me to die, aren't they? That's a pure suicidal mission, isn't it." Sighed Flint at his friend.

"..."

"You know something, don't you?" Looked Flint at Michael.

"Well, they were able to further the [Magic Bag] experiment. So, I guess they don't see you as being something that is needed now."

Both looked each other in the eyes. And sighed.

"To hell with them then. I'll finish the mission, survive and ask for a indefinite paid leave. After ten years of service and even taking part in all of their experiments, they should at least give me that much, right?"

"Well, if you complete this mission. I'll help you out in getting the leave and the drinks for a whole week will be on me." Michael put his hand on Flint's shoulders, while smiling at him.

"I'll take your word for it. Don't you dare dust it off afterwards, as I'm not gonna take the cheap stuff!" Laughed Flint at his friend.

"We are above the mission objective, you are green to jump." Sounded in the plane.

"Well, Michael... I'm off!" Flint jumped out of the plane.

"Good luck, friend."

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Half a day later, sometime at night. The enemy camp was fully lit up and screaming was heard everywhere.

"Shit shit shit. I was able to kill that old guy, but the whole camp is on their feet because he didn't want to go down that easily. Now I have to deal with these motherfuckers and their bullshit tracking spells. As if normally getting out of an enemy camp isn't hard enough." Swore Flint, while running in the shadows made by the tents.

Suddenly an explosion appeared under his feet, which made Flint fall and break a leg. In the next few moments the sky over his head was covered with spells.

Flint looked at what was happening over him and just closed his eyes while smiling.

"Well... It was a nice run. If there is a next life, I'd like to do everything on my own terms. Hah..."

"I wonder though, will Michael destroy my Personal System like I asked, or will they dig through it first? Well... Who cares, it's not like I will be alive for it." Laughed Flint.

And as soon as he finished saying it, silence came and all lights disappeared.