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36. A New Beginning
🕑 Added 2022-02-05 20:08:48 +0000 UTCWelcome to the start of the new arc, for those interested the last arc was 60k words long (220 pages) I have the next two arc's planned out and they should be of similar length to this one.
“What a crafty bastard!” Damien gnashed his teeth in rage, he had never felt so humiliated in both his lives. “Why didn’t I think he would scam me? I was foolish, this is no longer a game. The stakes aren’t set, the playing field can be changed at any time.”
Despite his annoyance, his anger quickly dissipated, like a fog in the winter wind. Instead, a grin formed on his devilishly handsome face, “Two can play at the game hahaha, what other rules can I break? Let's find out, shall we, little Prince?”
Damien located his car surrounded by a group of interested students, they hastily dispersed upon noticing his return. The duel had ended only moments ago so it was unlikely that word of the outcome of the duel had spread yet.
Entering the backseat, Fay sleepily moved her body and sat up, “Did you win-” she said half asleep but Damien interrupted her, “No, well not exactly. Change of plans.”
Tapping the front seat he commanded, “To the Mage Tower.”
Walter nodded and promptly began his water jet spell. Damien leaned back and enjoyed the calm sound of rushing water. “Hmm much better than the hum of petrol engines that's for sure, has a certain melodic charm instead of the mundane of the mechanical.”
Neither Fay nor Walter understood Damiens mutterings, they sat in silence for the twenty-minute journey from the University to the Mage Tower in the distance. Due to the Mage Towers' enormous size, it was easy to assume it was at the other end of the university campus, but it was in fact located at the furthest end of the easten wing.
Damiens car maneuvered unimpeded through the Mage Tower’s majestic gates, just a single glance at the carriage gave the guards a hint that the occupant of the vehicle had unprecedented status.
Damien didn’t even glance at the surroundings but Fay’s face was practically plastered to the window, small gasps of amazement occasionally escaped her lips. The car was parked alongside a group of fancy carriages, and Damien stepped outside into the freezing January wind.
Cranking his neck to the limit, he could barely make out the top of the kilometer high tower, the white stone tower that was covered in runic formations cast in gold. Damien felt like a small creature gazing upon God's creation.
The level of wealth on display was a testament to the Mage Tower’s influence and bountiful historical importance. “It was said a King, forgotten in the passage of time, was so interested in the limits of the arcane that he had this tower crafted in his image.”
Interrupting his thoughts, Fay commented, “What are we doing here Master?”
With a smirk, Damien replied, “Hopefully to scam some old fogies far too thirsty for knowledge.” Fay tilted her head in a confused manner but made no further comments. As Damien usually played mage classes he had naturally spent hundreds, if not thousands of hours exploring the endless sections of the infamous Mage Tower. However, he had only ever been an Apprentice Mage, as the Master Mages and Council Members were all quest-giving NPCs.
But what about now? Is there any game mechanic stopping him from becoming a teacher within the Mage Tower? Usually, a person would spend half their life being an ‘Apprentice’ Mage. Upon acquiring a school of magic in the B grade, a mage would have the opportunity to advance and be promoted to a ‘Master Mage’. These Master Mages were expecting to help lead the next generation of Apprentice Mages while also advancing their own research into the endless bounds of the arcane.
Once a year an international conference is held between the various Mage Towers across the continent. A Kingdom is often judged in the magic community based on the number of ‘Archmages’ they possess. To become a certified Archmage a person must meet two requirements. First, they must have at least one magic school at the A grade. The other requirement, which is arguably harder, is to have a research paper granted a ‘1st’ tier by the current Archmages.
Advancing to an A grade in a school of magic just requires wealth, connections, or luck. But creating a research paper that would reach the highest priority, and given recognition by other Archmages, only happens once every few years.
Therefore to not seem weak in magical research, A Kingdom will pump funding into their own Mage Tower, hoping to create the next Archmage. In return for the funding, the King gets a small say in the matters regarding the Mage Tower and can also expect the Mage Tower’s Archmages to stand in to defend the kingdom when a threat is posed. For example when Amaltheia Magigrace stepped in to assist with the Wyvern attack.
Although the Head Librarian is not a minor position, it’s one that doesn’t hold decision making power within the Tower. This is why the King is able to pressure the Tower into accepting an outsider into the position. If the King requested Damien to be given a spot on the council, he would be laughed at and kicked out the door.
The Mage Tower does appreciate and make use of the funding from the Kingdom, but the King ultimately has little power over a tower full of powerful mages that reside within his city walls. If they wished, they could cause devastating damage to both the city and its inhabitants.
So long as the King doesn’t meddle too much in the affairs of the tower, the tower will happily cooperate with the King’s small requests.
Damien nodded to himself as he gazed at the magnificent tower, which he hoped would be his home for the next few years. Even when this was just a game he was fascinated by the magic inside the world of “Thone and Awakening”, to be able to advance his own magical knowledge for real this time, filled him with a strong sense of excitement.
Due to his illness in his past life, he never got the experience of school life. Not that he wished to become a student, but a teacher… Now that’s something he could do.
Damien patted the car’s door and said to Walter, who looked terrible. “Walter, I am unlikely to need your services for the next few days. If I do not return for another hour, feel free to leave the car to the Mage Tower’s security, and get some much needed rest and grub.”
Walter gave Damien a tired but relieved nod, “I will do as Young Master instructs, you can contact me with this. I will head over as soon as I receive notice.” Walter reached into the pocket of his suit and retrieved a communication stone.
Damien received the small stone and tapped it three times, another stone in Walter's pocket vibrated and illuminated his pocket. Damien nodded in satisfaction after verifying the stone's functionality and gave Walter a final nod before proceeding towards the Mage Towers doorway.
Currently, Damien was within the inner courtyard, Damien gave a glance at the surroundings. Encircling the entire area was a three-meter tall fence constructed out of dark magic resistant metal. Within this encirclement were many buildings of various sizes that catered to numerous functions, such as a dormitory for the apprentices or a canteen.
These buildings all surrounded the Mage Tower that stood in the centre as a kilometer tall structure that reached for the heavens, overshadowing everything. Along marble pathways, flanked by gardens filled with naked trees and dead flora, Adult men and women of various races all wore distinct blue robes, showing their status as Apprentice Mages of the Tower.
Out of the corner of his eye Damien noticed an elderly man holding a cane, he wore an unmistakable silver robe. He was surrounded by a group of eager Apprentice Mages. “That’s unexpected” Damien commented, “Master Mages almost never leave the upper realm of the Mage Tower.”
The Apprentice Mages were respectfully keeping their distance from the silver robed senior while trying to ask him various questions relating to the arcane. It was a rare opportunity for these mages to gain some insight from a Master Mage that wasn’t incharge of them directly.
Enlightenment was a difficult thing for most Mages to grasp, so obtaining differing opinions on certain topics may propel their magical understanding, and allow them to grasp the desirable fruit of wisdom that they so desperately required to reach the realms of B grade.
The difference between grades was astronomical. D grade mages were abundant as the stars in the sky, nothing noteworthy. At the C grade, a person would be considered an actual mage, as they may be employed to utilize their skills. Meanwhile a B grade mage stood at the beginning of the path to becoming a ‘true’ mage.
The Master Mage wore an bored and indifferent expression while answering the various questions. He wasn’t under obligation to provide knowledge to anyone but his own few assigned disciples. But this was the difference between the university and the Mage Tower.
Anyone who lives and worked inside the Mage Tower has surrendered their lives in the pursuit of knowledge regarding the arcane. While in the university, subjects other than magic are taught, such as economics or business, everyone is there to achieve their education certificate or a paycheck. Meanwhile, residents of the Tower are all devoted mages that love to exchange knowledge and pointers. They are all there because they want to pursue the arcane for the rest of their mortal lives.
This is why Prince August was able to infiltrate the university and build up power from within. Money and promised benefits are enough to sway the loyalties of those within the university to his side. But in the Mage Tower? They would laugh at his pathetic attempts to bribe them. They only respect knowledge in this place.
Want someone to obey you or do your bidding in the Mage Tower? Not a problem, but you better have the knowledge and skills to impart to your followers. Prince August is only legally a B grade in Wind Magic, although enough to be regarded as a Master Mage, it's certainly not enough to be fully acknowledged. Respect has to be earned in ways like this elderly senior is doing. Imparting knowledge upon the younger generation is a great way to increase your reputation amongst the potential future Master Mages.
As Damien and Fay walked past the group of Apprentice Mages, the seniors' bored expression changed to one of interest. He looked towards Damien and scrutinized him further. Damien felt the wave of invasive aura consume him but fought it off with his own, more powerful aura.
The seniors' expression changed to one of shock and then apology. Damien turned towards the Master Mage and spoke in a neutral tone, “Greetings Master Grey. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Damien naturally knew the senior's identity, he was a popular Master Mage within the Tower as he regularly gave quests to the players in the game. The man’s wrinkly face showed surprise, “Hello, how may I address this senior?” he asked with a warm and calm voice.
The group of apprentice mages all turned with astonishment, as they looked upon the unknown man. He was handsome and radiated a noble aura but none of the apprentices paid either of those any attention. What shocked them was the fact he was referred to as a senior by a Master Mage!
Damien knew Master Grey was polite and kind in game, but was pleasantly surprised that he didn’t look down on him due to his status as an outsider.
With a smile, he replied, “The name is Damien Nightshade, I am a Duke of the Kingdom and technically Head Professor of the university.”
Master Grey ignored the part about him being a Duke, as he would only bow down to an Archmage or the King himself. Yet he did respect the fact Damien held a high position within the university, although it's below the Mage Tower in his eyes, it's still an education institution.
“Ah so the name is Damien Nightshade… wait Nightshade?” the old man pondered out loud, the surname seemed familiar…
Damien gave the old man a grin, showing off his fangs, “I am here looking for a teaching position, would you believe that to be possible?”
The old man moved at lightning speed and appeared before Damien, he quickly reached out his hand for a handshake. Damien saw he was wearing gloves, just like himself, and gave the old man an enthusiastic handshake.
Damien could practically see stars in the man’s eyes, “Do you know Blood Magic? What other magic does the Vampire race know? Oh, I have so many questions… ignore me. Haha, what a find! I can’t believe it.”
Damien just nodded with a weary smile, he expected the old man to have some questions but not these kinds, Master Grey didn’t give a damn if he was a vampire or a unicorn, so long as he had knowledge to share, everyone was the same in his eyes. Just walking and talking books.
Practically being dragged by the old man, “Come on! I will show you around and introduce you to the higher ups, with your aura alone I can tell you will qualify to become a Master Mage. Let’s go, this old man’s time is short, I could fall over dead any second now, this anticipation is not good for my heart!”
Damien just laughed, for the first time since he came to this world, he had never been in such an amusing situation before.
Comments
Jonas
And I hope that he works more with his blood affinity
XKARNATION
Hahah yea that’s a cool idea
Jonas
It would be really logical to have a vampire as Archivare or Knowledge Keeper or something like that because he’s immortal so no knowledge lost with time
Jonas
Thanks for the great chapter
RainbowBeheader
Nice I like this direction more
XKARNATION
No thank you for the questions, this entire chapter was inspired by your questions haha <3
Mr. Bigglesworth
Many questions answered, thank you!
