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The Sixth School Book II Ch. 020

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Chapter Twenty: The first of ten thousand...

Greg's eyes flew open even as he shot up to his feet with a gasp. It took a few seconds of looking at the wooden walls around him and the intricate runes drawn on them for his mind to register that he was back inside the airship. This was the room where the stasis formation, as he'd come to call it, had been carved. The last time he'd been here, the runes had been glowing gently taking barely any mana from him after he'd activated the formation. Given how brightly they were glowing now, they had probably been drawing mana from him for the entirety of the three months that he'd been back in Ethavel. Greg hadn't been able to feel it when he was in Ethavel, now that he was here, a part of him realized that he'd never left the room. He had no idea if it was his mind or his soul that had been roaming the streets of Ethavel. Whatever the case, his body had remained behind acting as a battery for this formation. Greg could remember being shocked at how little mana the formation took from him. Looking at it now, it would seem that it accumulated a ton of mana over time as opposed to sucking him dry in seconds.The Sixth School Book II Ch. 020 фото

Once the initial panic and disorientation had passed, Greg sank back down into a seated position, his gaze turning to the old monk seated cross-legged just a short distance away from him. "What the hell was that?" Greg questioned. There was no anger in his voice, his was the tone of one who didn't even know where to begin in understanding a situation. Greg could remember in intimate detail how it had felt to come in direct contact with the law of desire. Even more disturbingly, he could remember the feeling of first his mind, then his very being fragmenting under the force of the purest expression of desire he'd ever come across.

"That," Morpheus spoke in a darkly amused tone. "Was the first of ten thousand deaths?"

"What... what do you mean?" Greg asked, not at all liking the deity's words or the tone they'd been delivered in.

"Knowledge about the different life order tiers isn't common knowledge in this world. Despite this fact, the mages of this world managed to figure out that they needed to connect to the laws of the realm in order to progress in their quest for power. And yet, for some reason, they all end up stalling out at the third rank of the demi tier and going no further. Have you not paused to wonder why?" Morpheus questioned.

From the look in his eyes, Greg could tell that this wasn't a rhetorical question. Whatever the answer was to this question, it was one that all powerhouses within the magic world would be willing to kill to obtain. After all, no one wished to struggle all the way up to the ninth tier, only to stall there and be unable to progress further. And yet, for whatever reason, Morpheus seemed to think that Greg had enough pieces of the puzzle to arrive at the answer to this monumental question. Try as he would, however, Greg couldn't piece it together. Shaking his head, he admitted as much. "I don't know?"

"The answer is simple, they're all doing the same thing you were doing," he said, causing Greg's brows to furrow in consternation. "The first rank of the demi tier is resonance. Here you find a law of the universe that you resonate with. You immerse yourself in it and dig deep to try and find its nature. But from going through this stage, you mortals make an assumption that has proven fatal to the ambitions of all that follow it. Because the first rank involves immersing oneself in the truths that compose a given law, you believe that to grow in that law you need to align yourself with those same truths. But as I told you before, just because something is not entirely right, doesn't mean that it's entirely wrong. Align yourself with the truths of a given law and you will gain some ability to command its power. This works perfectly fine for the first three ranks of the demi tier. The problem arises when you come to the fourth," Morpheus laid out.

Greg's gaze became unfocused for a second as he tried to remember what the fourth rank in the demi tier was. His eyes went wide when he remembered and the rest of the answer suddenly clicked into place. "Substitution," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. The first stage was resonance followed by grasp, in which, one began to gain initial control of a given law. Once one had a firm handle on the law, they would step into the third rank, integration. In this stage, one would start to incorporate the law they'd grasped into their very being. Fire mages, for example, would become immune to all kinds of heat as they embodied the very essence of heat itself. Past this stage, was the fourth rank, substitution. In the third rank, they incorporated law into themselves, in the fourth, however, they'd start discarding the mortal elements of themselves. In other words, by the end of this rank, one would have fully given up their mortal existence and merged with the law they'd been pursuing thus far. Greg, however, had just experienced first-hand what it was like to merge with a law of the universe.

Morpheus smiled in approval as he watched the understanding dawn on Greg. "Exactly," he declared. "A law already exists governing some aspect of the universe, if all you do is mimic that law and then get rid of your mortal existence, what do you think will happen?" He asked.

Greg couldn't help but picture a drop of water falling into the ocean. From his brief contact with the law of desire, there was zero delusion in him that he would have fared any better even if he'd been at the ninth tier. His willpower would have improved no doubt, and perhaps it would have allowed him to resist longer, but, just how long? An hour? A day? A week? A month? It would be a battle of attrition where only one side was being worn away. While they weren't living breathing things with any sort of cognition, the laws weren't dead either. Laws weren't inert forces to be manipulated at one's leisure either. The closest thing that Greg could liken them to was an extremely aggressive computer virus making as many copies of itself as possible. The laws were always seeking to expand their reach and bring more of the universe under their domain. If not for the other laws keeping them in check, any single law would continue to expand until it had subsumed the entirety of existence. If one were to recklessly come into contact with such a force, then they would suffer the same fate that had befallen Greg in that underground brothel back in Ethavel. Whether it took a few seconds, as had been the case with Greg, or a thousand years, was completely immaterial to the particular law.

"If you wish to rise through the ranks of the demi tier and not lose yourself to whatever law or laws you choose to pursue, then you will have to walk a path a hundred times harder than what other mages around you walk. Rather than going with the flow of the river to harness its power, you need to stand firm in the face of it. You can't let yourself falter, or be swept away. Instead, like an immovable bulwark, you need to remain unbroken in the face of its onslaught.

Greg couldn't help but think back to the glimpse of his unbreakable will that Morpheus had put on display back inside the brothel. It wasn't something that he'd be able to attain any time soon, that much was certain. But going by what the deity had just laid out, this was exactly the kind of will he'd need to work towards if he was going to have any hope of rising through the demi tier. It was a daunting task, and Greg didn't even want to imagine what kind of trials he'd have to endure to temper his will that much. His willpower training sessions with Olivia were a good start for an untrained mortal, but put against where he needed to be, they were a joke.

"Wait a second, but how am I supposed to grasp a law without grasping it?" The question slipped out just as the discrepancy jumped out at Greg. It had been Greg's understanding that one needed to gain a deeper understanding of laws to progress through the demi tier. Morpheus, however, was telling him the opposite. That actually following the existing laws would lead him to a stage past which he wouldn't be able to safely progress. In other words, the way to advance was also the very thing that would lead him to a dead end.

A look of approval crossed Morpheus' gaze at the question, almost as if he hadn't expected Greg to notice the contradiction so quickly. Greg wasn't sure whether to feel proud or insulted. Not giving him time to settle on one, Morpheus spoke. "Subversion," he stated. "To use the analogy you came up with, the poet, the philosopher, the scientist, and the stoner are all trying to understand the law as it currently is. They might come at it from different perspectives, but ultimately, they are trying to puzzle out what's already there. But, as I told you before, you need to add yourself to the picture. If you wish to not lose yourself to the greater law of desire, you need to add something that is uniquely you to your comprehension of the law. Whatever that twist is, it can't be anything shallow as it'll be the very foundation upon which the rest of your progression will be based. If it's not deep enough, the road ahead will be a rough one to tread!"

Greg couldn't help but feel the weight of the task before him press down on him. "How am I to find something that the law of desire doesn't encompass?" He asked. "Doesn't a law by its very nature cover everything under it?" He questioned.

"Hundreds of billions of mundane humans in this realm, and yet less than ten make it to the ninth tier at any given time. What makes you think that rising through higher life order tiers will be any easier?" Morpheus questioned unbothered by the consternation on Greg's face. "I wasn't lying to you when I said that this path is a hundred times harder than the path taken by other mages. Most creatures are born, live, and die in the same life order tier they were born in. Believe it or not, not even I am an exception to that rule. If anything, you have a greater chance of rising through the demi-tier than I do of ever becoming an Elder. It's only the exceptional few that transcend their innate limitations and rise beyond," the deity stated.

"That said, there is no need for that look of despair on your face. No law is perfect, that is an ironclad truth of the universe. How do we know? Simple, if such a law did exist, there would be no need for any other. The laws stand in support of, and also in constant tension with each other. It's only the delicate balance between them that allows for all of existence. At the same time, however, they are always seeking to expand their domain. If you can discover something unique to desire that would allow it to expand its domain, you'll find that the law becomes both your greatest helper and worst enemy," he stated.

Greg's brows furrowed. "How so?" He asked.

"Find a legitimate path of expanding the domain of the law of desire, and the law itself will reinforce your efforts as it seeks to incorporate the new dimension that you bring to the law. At the same time, however, the law will do everything it can to try and assimilate you when you get to the fourth rank of the demi tier. If your will isn't unbreakable, you will lose that fight, Greg. Normal mages usually don't draw the attention of the law, and yet would still be assimilated if they crossed into the fourth rank of the demi tier. Increase the domain of the law of desire and I promise, you'll have its attention," Morpheus asserted, his tone making it clear that this wasn't a good thing.

There was a long silence as Greg pondered the monumental task before him. Not only was he supposed to figure out a new aspect of the law of desire that wasn't already discovered before, but he also needed to figure out a way to forge his willpower into something capable of withstanding the onslaught of that same law! "You can't help me reach the third rank of the demi tier," Greg finally said. It wasn't a question, but a simple statement. Morpheus had promised to help him rise three ranks in exchange for using a hundred and fifty years of his life. Now that what he needed to do had been laid out for him, however, he could see that it was simply impossible. Greg had barely begun his path as a mage and yet somehow he was supposed to expand the domain of a law of the universe. If that wasn't the epitome of hubris with a healthy dose of delusion mixed in, then he didn't know what was.

There was no anger in Greg's voice as he noted the deity's deception though. Despite Greg not getting what he'd hoped, Greg was keenly aware of just how valuable the information Morpheus had given him was. Not only had he guided Greg through the resonance stage, but he'd also given Greg a roadmap for what lay ahead. Knowledge that most, if not all, ninth-tier mages in the world would give up almost anything for. Even if he got nothing else from Morpheus, he'd still more than made up for what he took.

"I didn't lie to you," Morpheus replied calmly. "I can help you reach the third rank of the demi tier. But there is a catch. You see, Desire is not one of the laws in my domain. As such, you have two options before you. Give up the law of desire, take up a law I am more familiar with and I can help you reach the third rank of the demi tier easily. Or you can stick with the law of desire and try to forge a path of your own," Morpheus offered.

"But if I pick your path, I have no hope of progressing past where you leave me, do I?" Greg questioned. Morpheus had already been clear back in Ethavel. The more a law speaks to you directly, the greater your chances of progressing with it. On the other hand, a law that one has almost zero affinity with will be opaque to them. The choice was basically, to take immediate power now and give up on the future, or, hang his hopes on finding a new aspect of desire that would allow him to progress through the demi tier.

An amused smile crossed Morpheus' expression. "The arrogance of youth. What makes you so certain that you'll figure out an aspect that is not already in the domain of desire? What I'm offering might leave you at a dead end, but at least you'll have gone some distance. With the law of desire, there is a very real possibility you might not even leave the starting line!" Morpheus laid out bluntly.

Greg's jaws clenched, his lips forming a thin line as he found himself unable to deny the truth in the deity's words. Still, a stubborn streak within him wouldn't let him take the easy way out. He might end up regretting this eventually, but nowhere near as much as Greg knew he would regret if he never took a chance on himself. "I still wish to follow my own path," he voiced as much.

"Good," came the approving answer from Morpheus. "If you didn't have the willpower to reject the easiest path, then you'd have zero hope of success. That you chose to bet on yourself guarantees you nothing, but at the very least, it shows that you have enough willpower to start the path," he said. "Now, I might not know much about the law of desire, but that doesn't mean I can't offer you some help. Rather than leave you floundering trying to discover the limits of the domain of desire and what you can add to it, you could experience it directly once again and try to explore those limits.

Greg's eyes went wide. "You want me to connect to the law of desire again? " he questioned incredulously.

"Think of it as a willpower training exercise. I want you to struggle with all your might to maintain your sense of self under its onslaught. My hope for you is that, by the end of this closed-door meditation session, you'll be able to withstand ten seconds of its onslaught," Morpheus said. Greg was almost tempted to feel insulted by such a short period but then, he remembered what it was like when he connected to the law of desire and how quickly his mind had been snuffed out. Suddenly, he found himself sweating at the prospect of trying to last ten seconds. Morpheus' smile turned predatory. "Like I said, that was the first of ten thousand deaths..."

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"Tell me more about Roka," Calyn spoke to the two women before her.

Despite their less-than-friendly relationship, Calyn wasn't too obstinate to recognize the fact that her cousin had been correct in her assessment of the situation Calyn found herself in. Much as she would have liked to believe herself free, she could only indulge that illusion so long as Roka allowed it. The moment he had a change of heart, whatever freedom she thought she had would disappear like a mirage. Rather than fade into the background and cling to something she didn't truly have, she needed to take the initiative and try to get close to him. There was just one problem with that, Roka was in a closed-door meditation session expected to last a cycle if not more.

Calyn could have easily done the same. She had, after all, gotten back all the resources that she'd handed over to her aunt for safekeeping. She'd even gotten a hefty addition from the clan that Calyn suspected was meant to assuage any negative feelings she might harbor against the clan for being made into a slave to save it. She didn't resent her clan in any way. After all, she was the one that had brought this matter to their attention to begin with. But if they were going to give her ascension resources, Calyn wasn't stupid enough to say no. Put together, everything she now had was enough to take her over the line into the third tier in ten or so cycles. Had she wanted to, she could have vanished into her room and focused entirely on growing stronger.

Calyn, however, recognized the fact that she'd need to start somewhere if she was going to get close to Roka. Yes, she could easily use her sexual appeal to get him, but chances are, that would only make her a sexual conquest in his eyes. But, just like would have been the case with her union to Deriel, Calyn now saw this as an opportunity to bring in a new ally for her clan. Calyn wasn't deluded into thinking that this would be an eternal union. With how long-lived they were, mages rarely had the same partner for life. Marital unions could last anywhere from a few decades to a few centuries. More often than not, however, they always ended. Calyn had the next one hundred cycles to work with. If in that time she could have a few of Roka's children, he'd be tied to the Sydrak clan even after their union reached its natural end.

To that end, she began by getting closer to Roka's family. Over the past month since they left Kelden, she had made it a point to spend time with them every few days. At first, she had been meeting with them strictly as a means to an end. She wasn't cold or anything, just trying to be a familiar face to the two. The more they met, however, the more that Calyn found herself enjoying their company, much to her surprise. It had taken almost two weeks, but she had eventually puzzled out why. There was no posturing with them. In a clan as powerful as the Sydrak clan, one always had to be mindful of who it was they were talking to, what they were saying, and how it might come off. It was always a navigation of power plays and political maneuvering.

 

With the women, however, anything they said could be taken at face value. You didn't have to second guess yourself or question their intentions. They weren't trying to get anything up on her or gain some benefit by being associated with her. It was a case of not knowing you were missing something until you encountered it. The simplicity of their conversations, not to mention, the warmth with which they engaged, always made the time spent with them that much more enjoyable. Of course, while she did enjoy their company, Calyn never lost sight of her goal. From time to time she'd bring Roka up in both subtle and not-so-subtle ways. She didn't try to hide her interest in the young man. After all, if she could win over his family, she'd have them in her corner when she finally went for him.

"You don't have to worry, I promise you won't be disappointed by what he has down there," his mother answered with a mischievous glint in her eyes, catching Calyn completely off guard.

"Mother!" Tayani whisper-shouted, looking scandalized.

"What? He's his father's son. I can tell you right now, I've never had reason to complain about the size of your father's..."

"Mother!" Tayani cut her off once again, looking even more scandalized.

By the look in her eyes, and the cheeky smile playing on her lips, Calyn could tell that the woman had been purposely teasing the two of them. Despite not responding as acutely as her daughter, Calyn found herself blushing. She wasn't a delicate flower unfamiliar with the ways of the world. Aunt Lina had made sure that she knew as much about the topic as she could. If her father wasn't the clan head's brother, she was almost certain that she'd have already lost her virginity. The man, however, had been like a dragon guarding its treasure whenever any boy showed interest in her. None of them had been able to withstand his scrutiny when they found themselves in his sights. Primarily concerned with ascension, however, this state of things never bothered Calyn. If anything, it spared her the trouble of having to be the one to rebuff the advances of the young men in her clan.

"You're a grown woman now Tayani. You can't be shy about these things. Otherwise, what are you going to do when you get a husband? You can't just lie back and hope for the best. Tease him and please him. You need to know how to use your tongue to..."

"I'm going to my room," Tayani declared suddenly rising to her feet before turning and almost running as she moved away. Despite also blushing at the older woman's words, Calyn couldn't keep from smiling at how tomato-faced Tayani was as she disappeared below deck.

"There is one way in which Roka is different from his father."

Calyn's gaze turned back to find Roka's mother at the sound of her suddenly serious tone of voice. Their gazes met as Calyn found the woman regarding her soberly. It immediately clicked in her mind that had knowingly made the conversation awkward for Tayani in order for them to get a chance to speak one-on-one. Her gaze wasn't in any way cold or hostile, just measuring in the way it took her in. "You're not in love with my son and he isn't in love with you. For your sake, and perhaps his, I hope things stay that way," she said with a wry smile. "Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against you. You're delightful company to have around. It's just that, much as he is like his father in many ways, Roka is not the kind to stick to one woman," the woman said.

"I suspect that magic was involved, otherwise, I don't see how my son would have managed to get a whole town of women not to gossip about it. But just because no one said anything, doesn't mean I didn't see how they looked at him... or how he looked at them. But then, he's a man. Stay with one long enough and you'll come to learn that they can be almost completely blind to more subtle cues. If it's not outright stated, then they'll almost always miss it. The fact that every woman he interacted with looked at him like they were only just barely keeping themselves from jumping him, probably didn't register to him, but I noticed. There's also the way he looked at them. That cocky pride that filled him danced in his eyes whenever he looked at a woman he'd made his. I know it because it's the same way that he looked at..." the woman seemed to catch herself as she paused mid-sentence. "Anyway, it doesn't matter now, we left them all behind," she continued smoothly. "I'm not sure what danger prompted my son to have us run away from home, but if the place is still standing, I suspect that I have a few grandchildren running about back there," she informed her.

Calyn had to call on every bit of discipline she could muster to keep her expression neutral as the answer to a question she'd asked herself for some time now was inadvertently answered. She had been at the Governor's castle when Roka finally appeared before the two seventh-tier mages from the Draknar alliance. The arrow of blood Mage Hira had maintained by her side at all times had been fixedly pointed to Roka, leaving no question as to who it was related to. This had been a real mystery for Calyn for the longest time. After all, to get Roka's blood, they'd have had to have somehow injured him enough to draw blood before. But then, how could that be? Roka, the human, wasn't anywhere near powerful enough to put up a fight against two seventh-tier mages. He'd have been dead a thousand times over if they fought. On the other hand, given what she witnessed at the Governor's castle, neither Mage Hira nor Grenad would have been on his trail if they knew that they were after some deity. So, how did they have blood that was somehow related to Roka but not his?

Roka's mother had inadvertently given her the answer to the question.

It left her with a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach. Calyn wasn't blind to the cruelty of the magic world. Anyone who had been in it long enough would be stripped of any delusions whether they liked it or not. Knowing it and encountering it so starkly, however, were two different things. Some might be tempted to blame Roka for abandoning the women that he'd impregnated, and perhaps there was even some kernel of truth in the accusation. But then, with a pursuer like Mage Hira who was willing to massacre a whole village's worth of pregnant women just to pursue him, he was right to run. It would be easy to think that he should have just called on the deity to fight for him. Calyn, however, had sat across from Roka while he tried to free her from the obligation placed on her by the deity. Whatever their relationship, it was clear that Roka couldn't simply order the deity around. Besides, anyone who knew anything about tier-zero mages, knew that their lifespan was their greatest weakness. Enough so that one of the primary ways to fight one was to try and make them expend power until they burned out. Calyn didn't know if this was part of the reason Roka didn't fight, he, after all, wasn't your typical tier-zero mage.

"I think you are a delightful young woman. I don't know what arrangement you have with my son, but I'd hate to see your heart broken because you hoped to have my son all to yourself," she said.

Calyn could hear the sincerity in the woman's voice and couldn't help but smile in response. Reaching across the table, she grasped the woman's hand reassuringly. "You don't have to worry about..."

Whatever else Calyn had been about to say was drowned out by the sound of an alarm going off. Her eyes went wide even as she shot to her feet and studied the skies around their airship. The captain's magically enhanced voice reached everyone on deck just as she caught sight of them far in the distance. "All passengers on the ship, this is your captain speaking. Kindly make your way to your room and stay there until instructed otherwise, " The man spoke in a calm but authoritative tone of voice.

Off in the distance, Calyn saw it the moment the pirate ships gave up cloaking. How did she know they were pirates? Because passenger ships didn't fly directly at other airships. Unless there were extenuating circumstances to force a deviation, airships usually gave each other wide birth. The fleet of almost seven ships wasn't just passing by, they were on their trail. While each was far smaller than the airship she was currently on, they were, by the same token, far faster than their airship. Even at a glance, Calyn could see that there would be no getting away from them based on speed alone.

Armored men started to pour out onto the deck from below. Usually, the airship's security tried to keep as low a profile as possible so as not to interfere with the relaxed air of luxury most airships tried to maintain. This, however, was one of those situations where luxury took a backseat. These warriors would be the force they relied on to keep them out of the hands of the pirates. Each one that she looked at seemed calm in the face of what was coming. Calyn, however, had been a fighter long enough to notice the subtle tension in each one of them. While they didn't outright panic, she could tell that they didn't like their odds. Unlike them, pirate ships didn't carry passengers, everyone on board was likely a fighter that they would have to face in battle.

If those on deck were all the guards that they had on their side, this would have been far too lopsided for anyone to reasonably hope for victory. Luckily for the airship, the men on the deck were only ten percent of the force protecting the ship, once all the guests were back inside their rooms, formations would be activated that would turn the halls into slaughter pens. Anyone not marked as part of the guard protecting the airship would be a target. Slowing, paralysis, blinding, elemental suppression and a whole host of other surprises awaited them, not to mention all the guards that would be waiting for them in those same halls. The pirates might have had an advantage purely on numbers, but as the defenders, her side had the unquestioned advantage in terms of strategy.

"Please follow me."

Calyn turned to find one of Olivia's clones offering a hand to Roka's mother before turning to calmly guide her below deck. At the same time, however, another copy of the guard came to stand beside her, her gaze fixed on the rapidly approaching pirate ships. "My master made it clear that you are not a slave. You are under no obligation to fight," she informed her. "You can wait this out in the safety of your room," Olivia added.

From the neutral way she spoke, it would have been impossible for a third party to know how she felt about the order. Calyn, however, knew that as idealistic as Roka was, Olivia thought like a mage. With her, strength was what determined your standing in the world. If she withdrew, Olivia wouldn't stop her, but she'd look down on her. Luckily for her, however, she'd never had any intention of withdrawing. "I am a daughter of the Sydrak clan. To ask me to cower in my room while others fight for me is to ask me to shame my clan!" Calyn spoke, drawing two daggers from her storage ring. "I would sooner die! Let them come, this airship will be their last-ever target," she spoke darkly.

From the way the side of her lips tilted upward in a half smile of approval, Calyn could see that she'd been right about the guard. "How many do you think?" Olivia questioned, quietly acknowledging Calyn's choice to fight.

"There are probably more pirated hiding below the decks of their airships, so it would be impossible to tell how... "

"No, I'm not asking how many pirates there are," Olivia cut in. Calyn couldn't help her hair standing on ends at the almost suffocating aura of bloodlust that was suddenly thick around the guard as she regarded the approaching pirates. "How many of their ships do you think we can capture before the rest run away?" Olivia questioned, looking every bit like a barely contained beast ready to pounce on prey and tear it limb from limb...

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