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The Undying Magician - Book 5 - Chapter 11
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Nathan
Year 2851 | Month 5 | Day 1
This is my first time dealing with reporters and I already wish it could be my last. But something tells me it won’t be my last.
I let out a sigh as I step outside of the hangar into a large high tech tunnel filled with people moving both directions. There are also numerous stalls set up on the sides of the tunnel where people are selling food, souvenirs, and the like.
And everyone’s eyes are glued to me and the guards and Tower Master walking around me. Acting as a wall to block spectators from approaching.
Interestingly enough, I see several Class S magicians spread across the crowd as well. Many of whom I wouldn’t be surprised if are planning on competing in the trials. Just like me.
I frown at that thought while taking down the remaining black flames I used to block out the reporters.
Then I just quietly study our surroundings while walking through the tunnel with my hands in my pockets. Following along with the magicians without a word.
Fortunately for me, none of those annoying reporters from the hangar follow after us. So we make it out of the tunnel before entering some sort of flying limousine that takes us directly to the Magic Tower.
After arriving at the Tower, I’m taken to the very top of the Magic Tower where I find a man looking out at the city from a balcony in a throne room. Without anyone sitting on the throne itself.
I look around the rather grand and high-tech looking throne room as some sort of blue energy arcs out in a pool underneath the floor. With the throne room itself being in a sort of tree shape. With one long line stretching from the teleporter elevator to a point where it branches off into three different paths.
The center path leads to the throne and goes up a raised dais. Meanwhile the other two paths lead to some sort of bleachers no doubt meant for other people to be seated during the Tower Master’s audience with whoever enters this throne room.
And all three paths have a balcony looking out over the city at the edge of the tower. Behind the throne and the bleachers.
With the man who is the most powerful magician I have ever seen in terms of mana arcs.
He has so many arcs of mana that I feel a sensation of suppression coming from him. One that makes me feel deeply uncomfortable just from being near him.
It only takes him turning his head to glance at me for me to figure out who he is. Simply because I’ve seen his face on the news before.
He’s the First Tower Master. The person with the greatest power over the Magic Towers, and the most powerful magician in the known world.
With the Chrono being the only exception to that. But most people don’t know about the Chrono, seeing as he’s not really public knowledge.
Anyway, most intel on the First Tower Master is rather public knowledge.
He doesn’t bother hiding information about himself since he’s so strong and the public face of the Magic Towers.
The First Tower Master continues looking out over the city with his arms crossed as he says, “What do you think of the outside world? Is it everything you thought it would be?”
I narrow my eyes a little before walking up beside him with my hands in my pockets.
“It’s more,” I answer while looking out over the city. And I can’t help but smell the mana coming from him. Which makes my eyes narrow even more.
Because his mana smells extremely familiar.
And that’s to be expected. Considering what affinity his mana is.
He is a blood affinity magician after all.
So his mana smells like blood.
And the man himself is one of few magicians whose lifespan has increased thanks to his affinity. Letting him live for at least a few hundred years.
Yet despite that, he barely looks older than me.
“Am I what you were expecting?” I ask the First Tower Master in return, only to hear him chuckle.
Then he answers, “Not exactly, but that’s just what I wanted. It’d be boring if you acted as I expected.”
Yeah, this guy is what I was expecting.
Crimson.
He has no last name as he gave it up hundreds of years ago, and he is a very difficult magician to kill. Since he can move the organs in his body around as he pleases, and he can even connect blood vessels and the like to continue making them flow even if he doesn’t have the blood vessels themselves.
On top of all that, he can regrow limbs by setting up the base foundation for them through his blood magic, or reattach limbs.
So he is very difficult to kill.
And he is also the greatest healer in the world other than the Chrono.
He also has a nickname given to him over the years. More than one in fact.
The Bloody Monarch. The First Tower Master.
The Grandmaster Magician.
The Archmage.
And last but not least, the Bloodcrest Observer. Since he’s known to enjoy unusual things from the sidelines.
He just watches unusual and interesting events playing out without interfering.
But the most important things I’ve heard about him is his power.
He apparently has nearly fifty thousand arcs of mana. Giving him a capacity almost a hundred times my own.
And on top of that, he is the only person in existence who can cast Tier XI spells without anyone’s help.
At all.
But he generally doesn’t bother since he stays out of most conflicts.
Unless he’s protecting a Magic Tower.
He’s the reason most people don’t bother the Magic Towers for a reason after all.
I take in a deep breath before letting it out.
Then I turn my head to look at him as he says, “Your quarters in the Tower are already set up and waiting for you. The Trials will begin the day after the Opening Ceremonies.” He continues looking out from the balcony at the city below while talking without so much as glancing my way. “And the Opening Ceremonies will be held in three days.”
After a few seconds of silence, he finally turns to look at me with a grin on his face while adding, “I’m looking forward to seeing how you fare in the following days.”
My eyes narrow before I turn to look out from the balcony at the city below.
So am I.
