《Emissary's Survival》


 Chapter 1: The coma鈥檚 contemplation

    Darkness enveloped Theon as he drifted in and out of consciousness. The faint whispers of distant voices and medicinal aroma lingered in the air. Despite the haze clouding his mind, one question gnawed at him relentlessly: Why?


    For about a week now, he had been stuck to the confines of his own body, trapped in a coma yet painfully aware of his surroundings. Memories flickered in his mind like fragments of a shattered mirror, piecing together the events leading up to his current state. It all started with the cleanup mission given to their group of eight cadets. This mission was just a little real-world training involving clearing out a few goblins left over from a previous dungeon raid. To cover more ground, they each decided to split into groups of two, and while he and Peter were searching for the remaining goblins, Peter wanted to take a nature''s call break.


    A few minutes later Theon found a few goblins hiding in a cave nearby and when he went back to get Peter, he instead found him in a bewildering situation. The scene in front of him froze his core. In front of him was Peter licking his lips and grinning while standing over a normal hunter, sword plunged deep into his guts. As he pulled out the sword and started licking the tip (Lol), it just dawned upon him that Peter was probably part of that cult-like organization.


    To prove his deduction, he saw Peter take out a black orb that started absorbing the soul and essence of the man he just killed. How could he do that while smiling?? was he crazy?


    But what chilled him to the bone was the dark magic swirling around Peter. With a wave of his hand, Peter summoned tendrils of shadowy mana that ravaged the hunter''s body as it began to shrivel up while the tendrils consumed his life essence.


    It all happened so fast...


    Knowing that Peter''s current actions left him vulnerable, Theon decided that he had to die. With a surge of fury burning in his chest and a sense of adrenaline, Theon knew he couldn''t stand by and allow Peter to carry out his sinister deeds so he launched himself forward, confronting Peter with all the power he could muster. Their eyes met in a moment of chilling recognition, and Theon saw the flicker of surprise and defiance in Peter''s gaze before he reacted.


    With a swift and decisive motion, he tackled Peter to the ground, their bodies colliding with a resounding thud. As Peter''s face contorted with rage and desperation as he struggled to get out of Theon''s grasp, he realized that he miscalculated his control over his hunger for a soul, which had now made him considerably weak and vulnerable while he was feeding.


    With a snarl, he reached for a hidden dagger concealed by his hips fingers closing around the hilt with a deadly intent


    Theon''s noticing this wrenched the dagger from his grasp before he could bring it to bear.


    With a primal roar, Peter lunged forward, his fists flailing wildly as he fought to break free from Theon''s grasp. But he held firm, his grip unyielding as he pinned Peter to the ground with all the strength he could muster.


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    In a blind fury, Peter spat curses and insults, his voice filled with venom and hatred. But Theon paid them no heed, his focus laser-sharp as he raised the dagger high above his head, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light of the cave.


    With a swift and decisive motion, he brought the dagger down, the blade sinking deep into Peter''s chest with a sickening thud again and again


    Thud,


    Thud


    Thud


    He struck, each blow fueled by a mixture of rage, and certainty.


    Blood welled from Peter''s wounds, staining the forest floor crimson as his struggles grew weaker and weaker. With his remaining strength, Peter started laughing hysterically.


    ¡° Hahahaha¡±


    " You know you''re done for right, Theon?¡±


    Puzzled by Peters question, he asks ¡°what do you mean you piece of shi¡ª


    ¡°HELP HELP EMMETT BLACKTHORN IS GOING TO KILL ME¡±


    ¡°HELP¡±


    Seeing Theon''s bewildered face, Peter continued to laugh until he took his final breath and just as he died, they burst into the clearing. Their eyes widened in horror at the scene before them¡ª kneeling over Peter''s lifeless body, blood staining his hands and clothes. Shock and outrage swept through their ranks like wildfire, fueling their cries of anger and disbelief.


    "Murderer!" one of them shouted, his voice thick with fury as he lunged forward, fists clenched in righteous indignation. He was Alex, the Top seat for the second years and their team leader.


    "Wait let me explai¡ª"


    Before Theon could react, he was overwhelmed by a barrage of blows, each one fueled by a desire for vengeance and justice. Pain exploded across his body as he fought to defend himself, his mind reeling with confusion and despair.


    In the midst of the chaos, Theon felt himself teetering on the brink of consciousness, his vision blurring and his strength failing. The blows rained down upon him like a torrential storm, each one driving him further and further into the depths of darkness.


    Despite his valiant efforts to withstand the onslaught, Theon was suddenly struck with a vicious blow to the back of his head.Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, he caught a glimpse of two figures joining the fray¡ªa pair of instructors, their faces contorted with rage as they delivered blow after punishing blow.


    Just as he thought he couldn''t hold on any longer, another figure stepped into the fray¡ªa more seasoned and superior instructor, his presence commanding respect and authority.


    "Enough!" he thundered, his voice cutting through the clamor like a knife. "This is not the way of the Academy."


    As the rest of the team members hesitated, their fists still raised in anger, the senior instructor turned to his colleague, his gaze piercing and unforgiving.


    "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, his tone brooking no argument.


    The other instructor faltered, his eyes flickering with uncertainty as he struggled to find the words to justify his actions.


    "He... he killed one of his team member," he stammered, his voice trailing off weakly.


    The senior instructor''s expression softened slightly, but his eyes remained stern as he turned back to Theon, his gaze unwavering.


    "You will come with me," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "There will be an investigation into these allegations, and if you are found guilty, you will face the consequences. But until then, you are to be expelled from the Academy.


    Refusing to accept the lackluster punishment for the death of their classmate, Alex concentrated some mana on his leg and delivered a kick to the back of Theon''s head.


    That was the last thing he remembered....

 Chapter 2: Echo鈥檚 of the future

    In the depths of his unconscious mind, Theon found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of darkness, his senses assaulted by the haunting echoes of a malevolent laughter that reverberated through the void. Each sinister note sent shivers down his spine, a chilling reminder of the sinister presence that lurked within.


    "I finally did it. The ritual worked,"


    ¡°HAHAHAHAH I AM A GENIUS¡± his voice proclaimed, its tones dripping with malice and triumph, resonating with a power that seemed to transcend time itself.


    Theon''s consciousness recoiled at the sound, his mind a maelstrom of confusion and fear. With every echo, the darkness seemed to close in around him, suffocating him with its oppressive weight.


    Summoning every ounce of willpower, Theon confronted the spectral figure that materialized before him, its form twisted and contorted by the ravages of time. With each step closer to the entity, Theon felt the weight of its malevolence pressing down upon him, threatening to crush him beneath its insidious influence.


    "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice echoing through the darkness.


    The figure chuckled darkly, its features obscured by shadow. "I am but a shadow of what once was," it replied, its voice a whisper in the void. "A remnant of a future long forgotten, cast adrift upon the currents of time."


    Theon''s brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.


    The figure''s laughter echoed through the darkness, a sound that sent shivers down Theon''s spine. "What I want, dear boy, is power," it hissed, its voice dripping with malice. "The power to reshape the world in my image, to bend reality to my will."


    Theon felt a deep seeded anger starting to erupt. "You seek to control me?" he asked, his voice tinged with annoyance. Not only did he almost die from doing the right thing by killing Peter, but some fucking delusional psychopath is in his soul space?


    The figure''s laughter grew louder, its form shimmering in the darkness. "Oh, I seek much more than that," it replied, its voice oozing with malice. "I seek to consume you¡ªto devour your essence and claim your body as my own."


    Enraged by the figure''s arrogance, Theon''s temper flared, his words laced with venomous fury. "Oh, shut the fuck up you overgrown shadow puppet!" he snapped, his voice dripping with a developing anger. "


    The figure''s laughter echoed through the void, a chilling symphony of malevolence. "We shall see, dear boy," it replied, its voice fading into the darkness. "We shall see¡±.


    A flicker of light emerged, a glimmer of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. It was the essence of his own spirit, his inner strength personified, a beacon of resilience that refused to be extinguished.


    With a sinister grin, the evil figure lunged forward, its shadowy tendrils reaching out to ensnare Theon''s soul. But Theon was ready. With a defiant roar, he summoned forth chains of pure energy, materializing them with a strength born of desperation and determination. The chains wrapped around the injured soul, binding it tightly and restricting its movements.


    "No!" the figure snarled, its voice filled with rage and frustration. "This is not possible! You cannot defy me!"


    But Theon paid no heed to its protests. With a steely resolve, he reached out with his own soul, drawing upon the energy within him and channeling it towards the injured soul before him. With each passing moment, he felt his strength grow, his essence merging with that of the injured soul until they were one.


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    And then, with a final, defiant cry, Theon consumed the injured soul, drawing it into himself and sealing its fate. As the last vestiges of the malevolent entity faded away, Theon felt a surge of power coursing through him


    As the malevolent soul dissipated into nothingness, Theon was left grappling with a flood of foreign memories that inundated his mind like a raging river.


    Theon''s mind drifted in the endless expanse of unconsciousness, his thoughts swirling like leaves caught in a tempest. In the depths of his subconscious, memories flickered like distant stars, fragments of a life that seemed both familiar and foreign. He saw glimpses of his childhood, moments of joy and laughter tinged with the bittersweet sting of loss. He relived the glory days of the Blackthorn family, their name synonymous with power and prestige. But alongside these memories, darker shadows lurked, reminders of the tragedy that had befallen his family and the stain that now marred their once-illustrious legacy.


    As Theon drifted deeper into the recesses of his mind, he found himself drawn to a strange and distant sensation¡ªa whisper of knowledge that seemed to beckon him forth. With a curious sense of trepidation, he followed the thread of consciousness, navigating the labyrinth-like corridors of his inner world with a sense of purpose that belied his confusion.


    And then, like a bolt from the blue, he stumbled upon it¡ªa chamber of memories, vast and boundless, stretching out before him like a tapestry woven from the fabric of time itself. Within its hallowed halls, Theon found himself confronted with visions of the future, a world transformed by the passage of centuries.


    He saw cities of glass and steel rising from the ashes of the old world, their gleaming spires reaching towards the heavens with a defiant determination. He witnessed the marvels of technology, machines of unfathomable complexity weaving the fabric of society with a precision that bordered on the divine. But amidst the marvels of progress, there lurked shadows of a darker truth¡ªa world bereft of magic, its ancient mysteries lost to the sands of time.


    Within these fragmented recollections, Theon glimpsed a vision of a future shrouded in darkness, a world on the brink of annihilation. He witnessed the devastation wrought by the after effects, a cataclysmic event that drained the planet of its mana, plunging civilization into chaos and despair. Every city, kingdom and country ,its once-vibrant streets now haunted by the specters of a bygone era.


    In these memories, Theon discovered the true nature of the evil soul he had vanquished¡ªa respected scientist, researcher, historian, and cultist leader. Behind a facade of scholarly pursuit, this enigmatic figure delved into forbidden arts, conducting vile experiments and orchestrating dark rituals in pursuit of power and dominion over the forces of nature. Driven by a desperate ambition to alter the course of history, the soul harnessed the remnants of depleted mana crystals and ancient arcane knowledge to enact a ritual of unimaginable scope. Yet, despite the sacrifice of thousands, his grand design faltered, casting him adrift across the currents of time like a lost soul condemned to wander the void until he stumbled into Theon¡¯s consciousness.


    As Theon grappled with the weight of this newfound knowledge, a sense of profound dread enveloped him. The revelation of a future devoid of magic, where technological advancements failed to stem the tide of destruction, filled him with an overwhelming sense of despair. He felt the weight of responsibility pressing down upon him, the burden of knowing that the fate of Veridium¡ªand perhaps the entire world¡ªrested upon his shoulders.


    Struggling to process the magnitude of the revelations thrust upon him, Theon felt his consciousness falter, overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of the truth he had unearthed. He felt as though he were drowning in a sea of uncertainty and doubt, his mind consumed by the echoes of a future yet to come.


    With a sinking heart, Theon realized the magnitude of the revelation before him. The future he had glimpsed was a world on the brink of extinction, a civilization teetering on the edge of oblivion. And at its heart lay the seeds of destruction¡ªthe remnants of a past long forgotten, a legacy of hubris and greed that threatened to unravel the very fabric of reality itself.


    As Theon grappled with the implications of his discovery, a sense of urgency seized hold of him¡ªa desperate need to act, to prevent the future he had witnessed from coming to pass. But even as he struggled to make sense of the chaos unfolding around him, he knew that the path ahead would not be easy. For the fate of Veridium¡ªand perhaps the entire world¡ªhung in the balance, and only he possessed the knowledge as he once again succumbed to sleep.

 Chapter 3: The Young Master Awakens

    In the grand meeting room of the Blackthorn estate, Lady Isadora, the eldest sister of Theon, stood with her mother, Lady Elara, and the master butler of the household, Reynold. Their faces were drawn with worry as they discussed the state of Theon, who lay motionless in his chamber, trapped in a deep and unsettling coma.


    "How fares Theon, Reynolds?" Lady Elara inquired, her voice laced with concern.


    Reynolds, a stoic figure clad in the dignified garb of the Blackthorn household, bowed respectfully before responding. "My lady, Master Theon''s condition remains unchanged. He is stable, but his consciousness has yet to return."


    Lady Isadora exchanged a troubled glance with her mother, her brow furrowed with worry. "troublesome brother... ," she murmured softly.


    Lady Elara smiled in agreement, her eyes reflecting her daughter''s distress. "Indeed, Isadora. Theon is strong, but even he can''t endure consecutive attacks from Monarch masters."


    Reynolds hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "If I may, my lady," he began cautiously, "there is another matter that requires your attention."


    Lady Elara raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "What is it, Reynold?"


    Reynolds took a deep breath before continuing. "The incident involving Master Theon and Peter has been concluded and the investigation does indeed point to Peter being a new lackey for The Obsidian Syndicate. Therefore the Central Republic and the Aurora Preparatory Academy sent their apologies and has deemed it necessary to reimburse us for the damages caused by the instructors involved in the altercation."


    Lady Isadora''s eyes widened in surprise. "Reimburse us? How much?"


    Reynolds cleared his throat before responding. "Twenty million, my lady. And they have also provided us with a S Grade protective necklace as a token of their apology."


    Lady Elara''s expression darkened with anger, her frustration evident in the tense set of her shoulders. "Apology? This is outrageous!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with barely contained anger. "Our family''s reputation has been tarnished, and all they offer is a mere trinket!"


    Lady Isadora nodded in agreement, her gaze distant as she clenched her fists in frustration. "Indeed, Mother," she murmured, her tone subdued. "But what can we do? Our hands are tied, and we can''t afford to go toe and toe with them."


    Reynolds, the master butler of the house, stood nearby, his features etched with concern. "My ladies, while I share your outrage, we must consider the implications of challenging the Central Republic" he interjected, his voice calm yet firm. "We are now but a humble family, and they hold considerable sway over our future.


    HIs words hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension suffusing the room as they grappled with the injustice upon their family. But despite their anger and frustration, they knew that they were powerless to challenge the authority that had wronged them. The Central Republic held sway over the fate of their family, especially as weak as they are right now and they could not afford to provoke further conflict.


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    Lady Elara''s jaw tightened with determination. "I understand, Reynolds," she replied, her tone resolute. "But that does not mean we must accept this injustice without question. Theon deserves better than this."


    Reynolds nodded in agreement, his expression grave. "As you wish, my lady," he conceded. "I shall draft a formal complaint to the CR and the prep academy, expressing our grievances and demanding appropriate restitution."


    As they pondered their next course of action, a maid burst into the room, her face flushed with excitement. "My ladies, Master Reynold!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "The young master has awoken!"


    A wave of relief washed over them, momentarily dispelling the tension that had gripped them. Without a word, they hurried to Theon''s chamber, their hearts filled with a mixture of hope and apprehension.


    Entering the dimly lit chamber, they found Theon sitting on the edge of his bed, his eyes closed in quiet contemplation. Despite his serene appearance, a shadow of worry lingered in the depths of his gaze, a silent testament to the ordeal he had endured.


    "My lord, you''re awake," Reynolds greeted him, his voice tinged with relief as he approached Theon''s side.


    Theon opened his eyes slowly, his gaze meeting theirs with a mixture of of confusion and exhaustion. "Reynolds, Mother, Isadora," he acknowledged them quietly, his voice hoarse with disuse. "I''m... I''m alright."


    Lady Elara''s expression softened slightly as she approached her son, concern etched into every line of her face. "You had us all worried sick, Theon," she murmured, her voice gentle. "We thought the worst could have happened."


    Theon managed a small nod, though the weight of his recent ordeal still hung heavily upon him. "I apologize for any problems caused to the family," he replied tiredly, his words a whispered apology for the trouble he had inadvertently caused.


    Reynolds cleared his throat, his expression grave as he addressed Theon. "My lord, we must discuss what has happened," he said, his tone serious. "You''ve been wrongfully accused and expelled from the prep academy. This cannot go unanswered."


    Lady Isadora nodded in agreement, her gaze distant as she echoed his sentiments. "Reynolds is right, Theon," she said, her voice firm. "We cannot allow our family''s honor to be trampled upon in such a manner. We must seek justice for what has been done to you."


    Theon, observed the conversation with a cold detachment. His gaze, icy and aloof, betrayed none of the emotions swirling within him. He had long grown accustomed to disappointment and betrayal, and the latest injustice served only to reinforce his cynicism.


    "it''s alright mother, we shall discuss that at a later time" said Theon.


    "alright" lady Isadora reluctantly said. Noticing Theon''s attempt to hide his current well being,


    "Reynolds, gather some funds from the treasury and procure Soulbloom," Lady Isadora commanded, her voice carrying an air of authority. "It seems Theon is still not fully healed."


    "Of course, my lady," Reynolds replied dutifully, already moving to carry out the task assigned to him.


    Reynolds gaze flickered to Theon, a silent acknowledgment of his presence. "My lord," he began, addressing Theon with a respectful nod, "your well-being is of utmost importance. We shall pursue this later when you are fully back on your feet."


    As the others continued to discuss their plans, Theon''s mind drifted away from the conversation. He excused himself quietly, a polite but distant nod offered to his family as he retreated to the solitude of his bed.


    ... ... ...


    Alone at last, Theon sank onto his bed, his thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainties. He pondered his next steps carefully, his mind racing with possibilities. The first priority, he decided, was to ensure the well-being of his family and their city. With that thought lingering in his mind, Theon drifted into a restful sleep, free of dreams and memories.

 Chapter 4: Future plans

    On top of the highest tower of the Blackthorn castle, There sat a handsome boy, with black curly hair that framed his face, and emerald green eyes that sparkled with intelligence and curiosity. His expression was thoughtful, as if he was weighing his options and making his plans.


    This boy was Theon gazing at the land that his ancestors had once ruled with honor. He felt a pang of sadness as he saw the city of Veridium below him, a shadow of its former glory. The streets that used to be filled with life and joy were now dark and dismal, plagued by hunger and misery.


    In ages past, Veridium was a jewel among cities, renowned for its beauty and prosperity. It was a melting pot of cultures and civilizations, where humans, elves, and dwarfs lived side by side in harmony. Each race had its own district within the city, with the humans occupying the bustling marketplace, the elves residing in the lush forests surrounding the city, and the dwarfs delving deep into the earth beneath.


    But as time passed and the world changed, Veridium fell from grace, its glory faded and its prosperity waned. Wars, famine, and political intrigue took their toll on the once-great city, leaving it a shadow of its former self.


    Beyond the borders of Veridium, the world was divided into six continents, each home to a different race. The dwarfs claimed dominion over the continents of Eredor and Khazum, where they carved magnificent cities and strongholds into the mountainsides, and delved deep into the earth in search of precious metals and gems. The elves made their home on the continents of Arathel and Silvanea, dwelling among the ancient forests and mystical glades, and guarding the secrets of nature with reverence. Humans, the most widespread of all races, inhabited the continents of Thaloria and Astoria, where they built great cities and kingdoms that spanned the land, and forged alliances with other races in their quest for power and dominance.


    In the center of the world map stood the Central Republic, a neutral organization that governed over all six continents.


    The Central Government, also known as the Central Republic, was established ages ago with the primary purpose of maintaining peace, order, and stability throughout the world. Comprised of ten high-ranking members, known as the Council of Elders, this governing body represented the pinnacle of power and authority in the realm.


    The Council of Elders was comprised of the strongest and most influential individuals from each family, kingdom, and continent, chosen for their wisdom, strength, and integrity. These individuals wielded immense political, magical, and martial prowess, making them the undisputed leaders of their respective domains.


    The Central Government operated on a system of checks and balances, with each member of the Council representing the interests of their people and ensuring that no single faction held too much power. Decisions were made through consensus and deliberation, with each member having an equal voice in the proceedings.


    The primary responsibilities of the Central Government included mediating disputes between factions, enforcing laws and regulations, and overseeing matters of national security and defense. They also played a crucial role in coordinating efforts to combat external threats, such as invading armies or rampaging monsters, ensuring that the world remained safe for all its inhabitants.


    In addition to their political duties, the Council of Elders also served as guardians of ancient knowledge and wisdom, preserving the secrets of the past and guiding the course of the future. Their authority was respected and revered by all, and their word was considered law throughout the land. Unless a faction of similar standing had something to say about it.


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    Despite their power and influence, the Council of Elders was not immune to corruption or intrigue. Rivalries and conflicts often arose between members, as factions vied for control and dominance within the Council. However, through diplomacy, compromise, and the occasional show of force, the Central Government managed to maintain relative peace and stability in the world.


    ...... ....... ......


    As Theon contemplated the state of his city, his thoughts turned to the hidden realms that lay beyond the mortal realm. These temporal Pockets Scattered throughout the realms are dimension pocket¡ªareas where time flows differently. Adventurers might discover hidden realms with unique challenges, magical creatures, or ancient civilizations frozen in time. Each realm imbued with its own unique properties and mana levels, had its own characteristics, which determined its value and difficulty. The realms were graded from D to S, with D being the lowest and S being the highest. However, there were rumors of two more grades above S, which were so rare and elusive that they were almost mythical.


    As opportunistic as they are, the realms were said to contain unimaginable power and secrets, but were often filled with danger. Therefore to completely tame and have full access to one, it had to be taken control of and conquered.


    The Blackthorn family had once possessed a hidden realm of S grade, but over the centuries, its mana levels had declined, and some poor decisions were made in it management which caused it to become a pale shadow of its former self.


    As Theon stood on the balcony, overlooking the sprawling landscape of Veridium, his mind raced with plans for the future.


    "Reynolds," he called out, his voice echoing in the empty air.


    In an instant, the master butler appeared behind him, his presence as silent and graceful as a wisp of smoke. "My lord, how may I be of service?" Reynolds inquired, his tone deferential as always.


    Theon turned to face him, his expression resolute. "Gather the branch leaders of our family council, as well as all other family members who are currently away," he instructed, his voice firm with authority. "Inform them that there will be a council meeting in five days'' time, and that their presence is required."


    Reynolds nodded in understanding, already moving to carry out Theon''s commands. "Of course, my lord. Shall I also prepare the necessary accommodations for their arrival?"


    Theon considered the question for a moment before responding. "Yes, do so," he replied, his mind already moving on to the next matter at hand. "And Reynolds, use 10 million from the reimbursement to purchase six A-grade mana contracts.


    As Reynolds turned to leave, Theon''s thoughts drifted to another matter that weighed heavily on his mind.


    "Reynolds," Theon called out once more, stopping the butler in his tracks. "Do you know the whereabouts of our family''s retired guardian? The one who was injured defending us a few years ago?"


    Reynolds paused, his brow furrowing in thought. "Ah, you''re referring to Sir Garrick," he replied, his tone tinged with a hint of sadness. "After his retirement, he chose to live a quiet life in the countryside, far from the bustle of city life."


    Theon''s eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered Reynolds'' words. "I need you to find him, Reynolds," he stated firmly. "We may require his expertise once more."


    Reynolds nodded in understanding, his expression reflecting the gravity of the situation. "As you wish, my lord. I shall send word to him immediately."


    Theon''s gaze softened as he met Reynolds'' eyes. "And if he is reluctant to return, inform him that I have a way to heal his injuries," he added, his voice tinged with determination.


    Reynolds'' eyes widened in surprise at Theon''s words. "Heal his injuries, my lord?" he echoed, his tone laced with curiosity and disbelief.


    Theon nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Indeed," he affirmed.


    " But young master, his injuries cannot be healed unless you count in the rumors of a divine herb with unparalleled healing properties, rumored to exist only in the mythical realms beyond our own" said Reynolds.


    " Don''t worry I''ll take care of it" Theon reassured.


    Reynolds regarded Theon with a mixture of admiration and respect. "Very well, my lord," he replied, his tone filled with unwavering loyalty. "I shall convey your message to Sir Garrick and make the necessary arrangements."


    With that, Reynolds bowed respectfully before taking his leave, leaving Theon alone with his thoughts

 Chapter 5: Future plans pt.2

    As Theon strode through the corridors of Blackthorn Castle, his demeanor reflected a sense of gravity befitting a man burdened with profound responsibilities. With each step, his mind buzzed with newfound knowledge gleaned from the memories of the malevolent soul he had vanquished. Thoughts of future technologies and scientific principles danced in his mind, tantalizing possibilities for the advancement of his family, his soldiers, and the city of Veridium.


    Yet amidst the excitement of innovation, Theon''s thoughts inevitably turned to the plight of Sir Garrick, once a formidable warrior at the Emperor stage  and the unique wielder of Astral Rift weaving.


    At the age of 18, each person has the opportunity to choose an Astral spirit, a celestial being imbued with unique abilities, elements, and powers.


    For most, this choice was limited to one Astral spirit. However, those with exceptional body and soul power had the rare privilege of choosing two.


    It just so happened that Sir Garrick had been one of those fortunate individuals. His chosen Astral spirit was one of unparalleled power¡ªa being with mastery over astral threads, capable of weaving and manipulating the very fabric of reality itself. With this Astral spirit by his side, Sir Garrick had been able to shape and mold astral energies to create powerful illusions, alter the perception of time and space, and even manipulate the thoughts and emotions of those around him. This allowed him to weave astral threads to also open portals of varying sizes and shapes, from small doorways for quick escapes to massive rifts capable of swallowing entire armies and  traverse between different dimensions and planes of existence with ease.


    However, A couple of years ago he was severely injured which in turn severely diminished his power, leaving him struggling to control the fractured astral energies that once obeyed his every command. Attempts to traverse between dimensions now carries a greater risk of becoming lost or stranded in unfamiliar realms, each fraught with its own dangers and perils.


    The problem lies between his soul and his spirit bond. Theon knew that this connection between Sir Garrick and his Astral spirit ran deep, intertwining their fates in ways that went beyond mere mortal understanding. It was a bond that had once made Sir Garrick one of the most formidable masters of the emperor level, and it was this bond that Theon hoped to restore with the healing chamber he envisioned.


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    As Theon approached his mother''s chamber, his mind was consumed with thoughts of the upcoming family council meeting and the pressing matters he intended to discuss. He rapped lightly on the door before entering, finding Lady Elara seated at her desk, deep in thought, with Lady Isadora standing nearby, engrossed in a book.


    "Mother, Isadora," Theon greeted them both with a polite nod, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.


    Lady Elara looked up, her expression one of surprise mingled with curiosity. "Theon, what brings you here?" she inquired, gesturing for him to take a seat opposite her.


    Theon complied, settling into the chair with a composed air. "I wish to speak with both of you regarding the upcoming family council meeting," he began, his voice steady and firm.


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    Lady Isadora arched an eyebrow inquisitively, setting aside her book to give her full attention to her younger brother. "And what is it that you wish to discuss, Theon?" she asked, her tone guarded yet curious.


    Theon took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation to come. "I would like your support during the meeting," he stated plainly, his gaze meeting theirs with unwavering determination.


    Lady Elara''s brow furrowed in confusion, a hint of disbelief coloring her features. "But Theon, you''ve always been adamant about avoiding family responsibilities," she pointed out, her voice tinged with skepticism. "Why the sudden change of heart?"


    Theon paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before responding. "I realize now that our family faces dire circumstances, and our family members aren''t doing anything to help overcome these challenges," he explained, his tone earnest. "I may have shied away from such responsibilities in the past, but I see now that I cannot stand idly by while our family struggles."


    Lady Isadora regarded him with a mixture of surprise and pride, a soft smile gracing her lips. "I must admit, Theon, I never thought I would hear you speak such words," she admitted, her tone tinged with warmth. "But I am glad to see that you are finally taking an interest in the welfare of our family."


    Theon nodded, a sense of resolve burning within him. "I may not have been as involved in the past, but I am prepared to do whatever it takes to ensure the prosperity and stability of our family," he declared, his voice unwavering.


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    Theon cleared his throat, his eyes alight with determination as he continued. "Besides, I have some plans I wanted to implement," he added, his gaze shifting between his mother and sister.


    Lady Elara''s curiosity was piqued, her brow furrowing slightly as she leaned forward in her chair. "Plans? What kind of plans?" she inquired, her tone a mixture of intrigue and caution.


    Theon''s lips quirked into a small smile as he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap. "I''ve been thinking about ways to improve the situation in Veridium," he explained, his voice thoughtful. "But before we can move forward, we need to understand the current state of the city and its population."


    Lady Isadora nodded in agreement, her expression serious as she considered his words. "He''s right, Mother," she chimed in, her tone earnest. "We need to assess the needs of our people before we can enact any meaningful change."


    Lady Elara regarded her children with a thoughtful expression, her mind already turning over the logistics of such an endeavor. "Very well," she conceded, her voice firm yet measured. "I will have someone take a census of the Veridium population and assess the situation of the city. But Theon," she added, her gaze piercing as she fixed him with a pointed look, "you must promise me that you will not undertake any reckless ventures without careful consideration."


    Theon nodded solemnly, his eyes meeting his mother''s with a sense of understanding. "I promise, Mother," he replied, his tone sincere. "I will proceed with caution and ensure that any actions we take are for the betterment of our family and our city.


    With a shared understanding passing between them, Theon turned to his mother once more, a request lingering on his lips. "Mother, there is something else I wish to discuss," he began, his tone tentative. "I would also like access to the abandoned research lab beneath the castle. I believe there may be resources there that could aid in our endeavors."


    Lady Elara''s brow furrowed with concern, her gaze searching her son''s face for any hint of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, she offered him a small nod of approval. "Very well, Theon," she conceded. "But be cautious. That lab has been abandoned for a reason, and its secrets may be more dangerous than you realize."


    Theon''s expression hardened with determination as he accepted his mother''s warning. "Thank you, Mother," he said, his voice firm. "I will proceed with caution.


    With his mother''s blessing, Theon left her chamber, his mind already turning to the possibilities that lay within the abandoned research lab.

 Chapter 6: Laboratory

    As Theon descended the spiral staircase leading to the basement of the Blackthorn estate, he felt a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. The air grew cooler with each step, and the dimly lit corridor seemed to stretch endlessly before him.


    Reaching the bottom, he found himself standing before a heavy wooden door, its surface weathered with age. With a deep breath, he pushed it open, revealing a room shrouded in darkness.


    Flicking on the light switch, Theon''s eyes widened in awe as the laboratory was illuminated before him. Dust-covered tables lined the walls, cluttered with arcane instruments and mysterious contraptions. Books and scrolls were stacked haphazardly on shelves, their spines bearing faded titles and symbols.


    For years, this hidden sanctuary had remained untouched, its secrets locked away in the shadows. But now, as Theon stepped into the room, he felt a sense of purpose stirring within him.


    It was time to uncover the mysteries that lay dormant within these walls.


    He then began to explore the laboratory, running his fingers over the dusty surfaces and examining the ancient artifacts with keen interest. Each discovery sparked a new wave of curiosity, fueling his desire to unravel the enigma of this forgotten place.


    As he delved deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of the lab, Theon''s mind raced with possibilities. He envisioned harnessing the knowledge contained within these walls combined with future technology concepts to advance his family''s fortunes, to unlock the secrets of the past and forge a brighter future.


    The lab had a storied history, dating back to the days when the Blackthorn family first acquired the property. It was originally established by a renowned researcher whom the family had hired, tasked with unraveling the mysteries of a forgotten language etched into a broken tablet. These ancient symbols, remnants of a bygone era, were said to hold the key to lost technologies of past civilizations.


    The tablet itself had been unearthed in an S-grade hidden realm, a realm of untold wonders and dangers, discovered years ago during a joint expedition involving the Blackthorn family, other influential families, and the central government. This hidden realm was believed to be the home of a lost civilization that had once flourished using the enigmatic language inscribed upon the tablet. Each participating family possessed a fragment of this ancient artifact, holding a piece of the puzzle to unlock its secrets.


    The lab researcher had devoted years to deciphering the arcane symbols and experimenting with their applications. He toiled tirelessly, driven by the promise of unlocking ancient knowledge and harnessing the power of forgotten technologies. However, his efforts ultimately led to tragedy when one of his experiments went awry, resulting in a catastrophic explosion that claimed his life and those of several others.


    Since that fateful day, the lab had remained untouched, shrouded in shadows and haunted by memories of the past. Few dared to venture into its depths, for fear of dying.


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    Undeterred by the eerie atmosphere, Theon began his search, scouring the shelves and workbenches for any sign of the elusive tablet and research notes. His heart raced with anticipation as he moved from one corner of the lab to the next, his eyes scanning every surface for a glimmer of hope. And then, just as he was beginning to lose hope, he saw it - a small, weathered tablet tucked away in a corner of the room, obscured by layers of dust and debris. With trembling hands, he reached out and gently brushed away the grime, revealing the intricate symbols etched into its surface.


    As his fingers traced the lines of the ancient language, Theon felt a sudden jolt of energy course through him, a surge of knowledge and understanding flooding his mind. It was as if the symbols were speaking to him, whispering secrets of a forgotten past and a future yet to unfold. But along with this newfound clarity came a sharp pain, a searing headache that threatened to overwhelm his senses. Theon gritted his teeth against the pain, his vision swimming as memories of the language flooded his mind, memories that were not his own.


    In that moment of agony, Theon realized the truth - the evil soul from the future, whose memories had been implanted within his own, had studied this language. They had delved into its mysteries, unlocking its secrets and gaining knowledge that transcended time itself.


    As Theon grappled with the sudden influx of knowledge and pain, he couldn''t shake the realization that the evil soul from the future, despite their advanced understanding, was ultimately powerless to utilize the secrets they had gleaned. It was a sobering reminder of the delicate balance between magic and technology, and how their interplay was intricately tied to the ebb and flow of mana throughout the world. Without mana to fuel their endeavors, even the most brilliant minds of the future were left powerless.


    But for Theon, this realization only fueled his determination to unlock the true potential of the ancient language. With mana still coursing through the veins of his world, there was hope yet that he could harness its power and forge a path forward for his family and their city.


    With a resolute nod, Theon tucked the tablet and research notes under his arm, his mind already racing with the first plan of developing a healing chamber for Sir Garrick.


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    After securing the tablet and research notes, Theon made his way back up from the basement, his mind still buzzing with the revelations he had uncovered. As he reached the main level of the castle, he summoned one of the shadow servants that his mother had assigned to him upon his return from the accident.


    "Valdor," Theon called out, addressing the shadow servant by name.


    In response, the shadow servant materialized before him.


    "Master Theon," Valdor intoned, his voice echoing faintly in the dimly lit corridor. "How may I be of service?"


    "Fetch me information," Theon commanded the shadow servant, his voice firm with determination. "I need to know which auction house in the continent is the most reputable and frequented by collectors of ancient artifacts."


    The shadow servant bowed obediently before fading into the darkness, leaving Theon alone with his thoughts once more. It was a risky gambit, attempting to sell such a valuable and potentially dangerous artifact, but desperate times called for desperate measures.


    As he awaited the shadow servant''s return, Theon couldn''t help but wonder what kind of reception the tablet would receive on the open market. Would there be buyers eager to unlock its secrets, or would it be dismissed as just another relic of a forgotten age?

 chapter 7

    But first, Theon needed to figure out what happened when he touched the tablet earlier.


    Alone in the dimly lit study, his hands pressed against the rough, yellowed pages of the notes left behind by the deceased researcher. The flickering glow of mana lamps overhead cast shifting shadows across the wooden desk, their soft hum the only sound breaking the heavy silence.


    He had spent the last day dissecting the old scholar¡¯s findings, cross-referencing them with the fragmented memories from the soul he had consumed. The moment he had touched that ancient tablet, something had awakened within him¡ªa knowledge that was not his own, yet familiar, as if he had lived another life within that brief contact.


    The notes were extensive but scattered, full of erratic handwriting and diagrams sketched in haste. The researcher had clearly been on the verge of something monumental before his untimely death. Theon¡¯s eyes traced over the delicate etchings of runes and formulas, trying to piece together the mystery that had eluded the man for so long.


    One phrase repeated itself throughout the pages:


    The key lies in the conversion of energy into mana.


    Theon could feel his pulse quicken as he reread the same phrase again and again. He had seen similar theories in the libraries of the academy, dismissed as nothing more than alchemist delusions. Mana was a force intrinsic to the world, drawn from the body or the environment. It wasn¡¯t something that could be synthesized¡ªat least, not by conventional means. And yet, the researcher had been obsessed with it, sketching runes in various formations, attempting to create an artificial source of mana where none should exist.


    " Insane work" he said. As he turned the page the bottom of the next sheet, there was a single rune¡ªa circular symbol, its lines sharp and jagged, forming an intricate web of intersecting shapes. It was unlike any rune Theon had seen before, a design so complex it made his head spin. Beneath the rune, a single word was scribbled hastily:


    Transmutation.


    This was it. This was the breakthrough the researcher had been searching for. But there was more. Theon now understood that the researcher had missed something crucial. The Rune of Transmutation wasn¡¯t merely theoretical; it was the key to artificial mana generation but the missing part was the energy needed to transform into mana...


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    Sleep eluded him that night...


    The hours blurred together as he pored over the researcher¡¯s notes, comparing them against the stolen knowledge seared into his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, the visions returned¡ªthe world on the brink of destruction, earthquakes A tremor shook the ground beneath his feet. No¡ªnot just a tremor. The very foundation of the world was collapsing. Towers crumbled, dragged into the depths by unseen forces. The sky itself seemed to crack, splintering into jagged fragments as a deafening roar filled the air


    Theon gasped, ripping himself free from the vision.


    The room spun. His hands trembled as he clutched at the desk, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Cold sweat slicked his skin. He was here. Not there. But the memories¡ªno, the warnings¡ªlingered.


    By morning, he had a hypothesis.


    The Rune of Transmutation alone wasn¡¯t enough. It had to be paired with an array¡ªone that could pull in an external power source and refine it into mana. Electricity, thermal energy, even kinetic force¡ªall had potential. The key was conversion. Stabilization. Control.


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    He spread out several sheets of parchment, each marked with different configurations of runes. Some were familiar¡ªbasic enchantments or energy storage glyphs.


    Others were more complex, derived from the researcher¡¯s incomplete work. Slowly, methodically, he sketched out an arrangement that could, in theory, facilitate the process:


    He stared at the completed design, his pulse quickening. If this worked, it would change everything.


    Clearing a section of his lab, Theon carefully etched the rune formations onto a small testing slab. He would start with a controlled energy source¡ªa small enchanted crystal designed to generate a weak electrical charge. It wasn¡¯t much, but it would be enough for a proof of concept.


    He placed the crystal at the center of the array and activated the formation.


    At first, nothing.


    Then..... the crystal hummed faintly at the center of the rune array. Theon held his breath, eyes fixed on the flickering glow. For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath with him. Then, the runes began to pulse¡ªweakly at first, but then stronger, with a faint crackle of blue light that danced along the edges of the array.


    The runes flickered, responding to the energy but failing to convert it. Theon frowned,


    Then, for the briefest moment, it worked.


    A flicker of blue light danced along the edges of the formation. The air thickened, charged with the unmistakable presence of mana. It was unstable, fleeting, but it was there.


    And then, with a sudden surge, the crystal cracked, the light flickering wildly before it shattered with a sharp, violent pop. The energy field collapsed, leaving only the faintest wisp of mana hanging in the air.


    Theon staggered back, a sharp exhale of frustration escaping his lips. His pulse pounded in his ears. It hadn¡¯t worked, not completely. But it was close. Very close.


    The theory was sound.


    The old researcher had been desperate, grasping at concepts beyond his understanding.


    In his final experiments, he had misidentified the nature of electricity, using a crude method¡ªsummoning raw lightning from a scroll, mistaking it for controlled electrical energy. Theon had seen it in the notes, the frantic scribbles detailing how the researcher had tried to force mana conversion using sheer power. But lightning wasn¡¯t just electricity¡ªit was chaos, uncontrolled, destructive. No wonder the experiment had failed.


    Electricity, unlike lightning, was an energy source that could be manipulated, controlled, even stored¡ªqualities essential for successful mana conversion. In contrast, lightning was chaotic, raw power¡ªdestructive and erratic, making it ill-suited for the delicate transmutation he was attempting. Thermal energy could be harnessed too, but it required specific catalysts to be refined into a usable form of mana. Kinetic force, similarly, had potential, but it needed to be stabilized before it could safely be converted. Mana wasn''t like other energies¡ªit was a product of intent and control. Without that, conversion was impossible


    The mana stone he had etched his runes into was a magical insulator¡ªsomething that could contain mana but not conduct electricity


    Theon exhaled, setting down the last of his parchments. The remnants of his successfully failed experiment still crackled faintly in the air, but he paid them no mind. There was no need to dwell¡ªhe had learned what he needed. The next step would require proper materials, but for now, there were other matters to attend to.


    Without looking up, he spoke. ¡°How long have you been in here?¡±


    A ripple of darkness stirred in the far corner of the room, and a figure stepped forward. Cloaked in black, the shadow knelt before him, lowering his head slightly.


    ¡°Three days,¡± Valdor his shadow replied. His voice was steady, yet laced with the exhaustion of long travel.


    Theon finally turned to face him, fingers steepled beneath his chin. ¡°And?¡±


    ¡°I found it,¡± the shadow said. ¡°The best auction house on the continent is in the Central Republic. It has the broadest selection of rare artifacts, materials, and restricted items. If you want something truly valuable, that is where you¡¯ll find it.¡±


    Theon nodded, absorbing the information before the shadow continued.


    ¡°One more thing¡ªyour grandfather returned yesterday. He is asking for your presence.¡±


    Theon didn¡¯t react immediately. His thoughts briefly drifted elsewhere before he returned to the conversation. " I¡¯ll handle that soon." His gaze sharpened. "And remember this, whatever you saw here today¡ªyou don¡¯t speak of it. Understand?"


    The shadow bowed his head lower, his voice steady. "Understood, young master."


    ¡°Good.¡± Theon rose from his chair, stretching slightly. ¡°Now, tell me everything about this auction house.¡±