Record Number 1153 Year 357X of the Adell Kingdom
No change has been found since I wrote the record before this one. The test subjects have not yet shown the expected improvement. The slaves are still doing their job. The nests have just borne fruit. I am getting closer and closer to achieving it.
Yesterday was the same as today. Nothing new has happened.
No problems with the weather. It is stable and should stay this way for a few more months before the next storm approaches. I must take care of fixing the inscriptions. These have been unmaintained for many years now. Their limit is about to be reached.
The date of arrival of the merchant is getting closer. I will get what I need in a few weeks to start new research. During my time at the academy, I heard that parts from those other beasts are hard to come by. We will see if the son is still as good as the father was. If that’s not the case, at least I’ll get another kind of material.
Right. Speaking of objects, the old lady has informed me that they have already grown enough. It is necessary that I start the experiment today. Who knows, hopefully, this time, an interesting specimen might appear.
Those damned idiots are pushing their luck. How dare they give me, their owner, such a disgusting meal? I will have to punish them severely to make them understand their place.
Hahaha! I wonder what excuse she will give me today to keep me from punishing her. Poor deluded thing, she thinks I’m unaware of what she’s doing with such precious materials. Stupidity and ignorance are sins, so her actions deserve the death penalty. However, I pity her. The poor broad is already being punished by having to bear her worthlessness and helplessness. My generosity is the grace that protects them.
Useless. Useless. Useless. Everyone has proven to be useless so far. Maybe I should eliminate them. It shouldn’t be difficult. With just a few minutes of concentration, I could erase all traces of their existence.
It’s been years since I’ve gotten something useful from my shares. It’s a pity. After all, magic is still interesting.
It’s not only interesting. It’s valuable.
It’s not only valuable. It is useful.
It is not only useful. It is that magnificent boundary that separates the cattle from the real winners, from the blessed of heaven, from the lofty beings that stand above the masses.
Yes! It is.
Yes.
Magic is undoubtedly something as challenging as it is interesting to learn. No matter how many years you have been studying it, there will always be something you don’t know.
Not even I, who have spent so many years focusing every fiber of my being on genetic modification, can work with small species. Such experiments are impossible. No, useless would be the most appropriate word to describe them because even though they give results, they do not compensate for the expense made.
What value is there in turning a worm into a gelatinous mass?
Although maybe if I changed the formula and the ritual, I could get something better, but I don’t have time for it.
Time is running out. There are only a few years left before I stop doing all this. What a misfortune. With a little more, I could have investigated some new things. Innovative. Never seen before.
It doesn’t matter. In any case, the fact that I will soon be able to leave here is something to be celebrated. When that happens, I will finally take the position I deserve.
Yes, magic is an intriguing subject to experiment with, but it’s a pity that it’s not allowed for all people, at least not as it should be. It is a pity that it is being monopolized by the pigs who call themselves noble blood.
Absurdity. Beings that do not have the right to have an opinion or even to breathe rise above others while hiding inside the flimsy walls of their paper castles. They hide while they fornicate and reproduce, polluting the continent’s air with their filthy presence.
Damn hypocritical pigs, they dare to place a mask of justice and power on their ugly faces when in reality, they are only in that position thanks to sharing the same dirty blood for generations. Despicable scumbags who waste so many precious resources in their childish and senseless games. Resources that, in my hands, would be thousands of times more useful, but no, I, the highest among beings, must suffer abstinence, unable to have the freedom and wealth I deserve. Worms incestuous and blasphemous sons of whores, if it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have to be here. I don’t belong here. It is a sin. It is blasphemy to heaven to have me here. After all, I am the favorite son of the heavens. Of those who, with their most high will, blessed me, allowing my birth and my ascent. Why? Why? Why? Why? I don’t understand why those bastards stood in my way. Did they do it for fair motivation? No, they did it just to show themselves as humanists while behind their backs, they kill and rape their slaves. Stupid and ignorant. My actions were the truth. My actions were correct. There was nothing wrong with them. It’s all the fault of that filthy book. That damn thing was the one that started all this. I must find him. I must look for him. When I find him, I will take him, torture him, kill him, then resurrect him and, if that is impossible, I will look for his children, wives, grandchildren, uncles, cousins, mothers, fathers, friends, neighbors, compatriots, all of them will pay for his actions, for the actions of the guy who thought he was so smart. I will check it. I will check them one by one. I will see if their brains, nails, blood, bones, skin, eyes, hair, arms, legs, fingers, lungs, penises, hearts, kidneys, stomachs, and intestines are as good as they believe. Ah! There is so much to do, so much to do. I must get prepared soon. The day is coming, and I must be ready for when it happens. Yes, today is a good day to start. I will do it. Today I will…
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I will do it tomorrow. I must finish this today.
So, to you, who read this document, I am sure I do not need to explain how this mystical power works since it would be impossible for you to come in contact with my words without knowing how fair and pure the magic is. That glorious power which was given by the heavens for the earthly beasts to break the chains that bind them.
Yes, surely you have been instructed before, but not by me. Not by someone of my level. Let’s talk a little about it. About what you need to get a pinch of my power.
Nothing is free in this world, much less when it comes to something as lofty as becoming a mage.
Talent. In every action or every job, the minimum you need to triumph is talent. However, in the magic sector, this word does not only include the physique with which you are born, nor is effort enough. The most important thing, which you should never lack, is money.
Silver and gold are inseparable from advancement. You require them for books, teachers, practice materials, and even travels for inspiration.
It is due to control over the money that the nobility of the kingdom is the only one capable of delving into such an important topic.
Nevertheless, it is correct that it should be that way. After all, magic is nothing more than an elegant and powerful way to kill.
Power, in the wrong hands, can only lead to chaos, and mages reign supreme at the pinnacle of it.
Knights? Warriors? Archers? Scholars? Farmers? What is that next to a mage?
Even a one-star garbage can take down two or even three people with decades of training.
About the ranks. There are nine wondrous levels that a mage can reach. Nine steps that bring with them a vast improvement in power in each of them.
A book I read decades ago stated that a one-star mage could deal with two or three knights. A two-star with five or six. A three-star with ten or twelve. And although nothing was mentioned about the legendary nine-star wizards, I’m sure they could easily take down armies of hundreds or thousands.
Oh! Of course, I’m talking to you about true mages. Not about those stupid things I heard in some bars that I frequented during my youth. Those stupid drunks would talk nonsense about magic knights or barbarians who could use high-caliber magic just by getting tattooed. Just garbage created by enemy kingdoms in the form of propaganda.
Strange people. Who the heck could believe that when even commoners have access to ordinary magic? Well, I’m not surprised at such stupidity coming from the filthy nobles.
What I definitely cannot allow is that the lowly masses dare to call themselves magicians. Their levels don’t even enter the lowest level of magic. Zero. Nothing. Garbage, that’s what they are. Therefore, should any of them dare to call themselves mages in my presence, I will kill them without mercy.
That beggars on street corners to homemakers control such power does not mean they are blessed. They merely use little tricks to make their day-to-day lives easy. Simple and absurd things like lighting a candle or drying clothes in the wind, that kind of nonsense is what they have access to.
Fortunately, for the commoners to have access to that minimum of magical knowledge is the best decision the royals could have made.
No, those assholes are not well. Their permissions are not enough. When I rise to power, I will create academies to make it mandatory for plebeians from the age of five to start learning the true meaning of magic.
It is excellent, good, perfect, magnificent, pleasant, ideal, and necessary for all brats to leave ignorance behind. After all, it is in such a way that the greatest magicians in history are born.
Ah, that’s right. It won’t be enough to build buildings and print lifeless books. I will need to hire many people to take care of giving them the ultimate gift that I will send to them.
Traumas. Beautiful and special traumas. All of them should graduate from their studies by passing through one. Of course, it is hard to create an artificial one, but if I have enough power and money, I am sure I will be able to create unforgettable stories for them.
It is very, very important that they all have a story to tell. It is extremely important that every child has a hidden fear. A wonderful trauma that will open the door to an even more glorious future.
It doesn’t matter if they cry or mourn. After all, they’re young, so I understand if they act that way for a while. But as adults, they will thank me. They will when they become almost as good as me.
To be more exact, almost as good as a finger of mine. Never the same. They would never make it, as my story is one of the best… No, it’s the best, both in quality and length.
I am proud to say that I am incomparable and unmatched.
True, my trauma you could never match, but maybe it’s worth telling you because that way, you’ll be able to imitate a fraction of it. Who knows? Hopefully, you’ll be able to give birth to a new king of kings.
Next, I will tell you about the past of the most powerful wizard of all ages, whether in the past, present, or future.
Attentive to the mythical writing that will transform the ages to come.
