Chapter 13: CHAPTER 13 TOWER NIGHTS

“By simply being made ‘aware’ will change how you interact with magic. This is the same for mana. Now that you are aware ‘of who’ mana to you is, mana will also be made aware of ‘who’ you are. In essence, love mana back and it will love you back.” In his deep voice, Drouot concludes the lesson for today.

The conclusion is very satisfying. I am seeing mana in a new light. So, the ‘heaven and earth’ in cultivation novels are equivalent to the ‘mana’ of this world. When the teacher asks me ‘who’ is mana, he is actually asking me what the ‘way’ of mana is. In cultivator terms, he is asking me what is my Dao.

This is crazy. Is Drouot actually a very high-level mage?

Leading me to my bedroom is teacher Drouot. “Excuse me, that Trauma Inhibitor. What do you mean that the item doesn’t care about my privacy?”

Drouot doesn’t dare to look at me, as he continues ascending the stairs. “It is exactly that. While trauma is being reenacted, it will be shown to the outside world like a theater.”

I follow the teacher without complaints, but after hearing what is this lack of privacy with the Trauma Inhibitor, I kind of freeze down. “Wh-at do you mean? You saw all of that?”

Drouot coughs strongly, mercilessly spilling the beans. “It’s not that bad. Your third strongest trauma doesn’t compare to your first and second.”

“What is it? No, let me see!” I take a hold of Drouot’s arm not keen on letting him go. Without magic, I can confidently overpower this old man.

The implications of Drouot learning I am of alien origins will 100% develop to dire consequences.

Drouot faces me and reveals the box in his hand. “There is nothing shameful to it. Your first strongest trauma is a… paper cut.”

I was speechless. A holographic video rises just a head above me. I see myself suffering in paper cuts. It’s like a compilation of me having paper cuts. Interestingly, the backdrop of the scene is not my own world, but this world. I sigh in relief at the avoided disaster.

Is this magic hologram in front of me showing me this world’s version of censoring?

Drouot withdraws the hologram, replacing it was my second strongest trauma. “Really, there is nothing shameful about it.”

In front of me… is a kid watching anime. It should be anime, but in the middle of it, it suddenly becomes hentai. This is a trauma I can still accurately remember to this date.

Sadly, this trauma’s reinterpretation didn’t do me any good. In all my heart, I swear, it should have been better if what we are seeing is actually hentai instead! I am sorry, I don’t read the synopsis when I download stuff.

Drouot looks at me in disgust as the sound of moans and flapping meat cheeks reverberates around us. This is the reinterpretation of my hentai trauma in my youth. Why does this magic item even have a speaker? Damn it!

Displaying in the hologram is an orgy of real living people doing the deed on a theater’s stage with me as its only audience. Man, does this even make sense? You have to be a noble if you want to fund something like this! Wait, I am a noble!

Fuuuuuuck!

Drouot taps me on my shoulder and consoles me. “It is fine. I do not discriminate among people whether they be noble, peasant or a scum…”

With heavy breaths, I drop to my knees. The stair is treacherous. Drouot should install a magical elevator in his tower.

We finally reach our destination. Contrary to my exhaustion, teacher Drouot is doing mighty fine. Still… “Why are we at the top of the tower?”

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To my confusion, Drouot just leaves me at the top of the tower. I want to follow him back, but the door where we come from suddenly vanishes before I was even able to pass through it. With the exit gone, I realize the dangers I am in.

A deep powerful voice echoes in my ear. “FROM NOW ON, YOU SHALL LIVE HERE! SPEND YOUR TOWER NIGHTS LIKE THE WISEMEN OF OLD! CONTEMPLATE ON THE WORLD’S MYSTERIES AND BECOME A BETTER YOU! THE TOWER MASTER WISHES YOU LUCK!”

What the fuck! The tower master is locking me in his tower! Help! Is there any maiden princess out there who will rescue me!? Fuck, this is nuts.

From then on, I continue my harshest training ever. I play with the paltry mana inside me. I make it pulse, which is the only thing I can do now.

Day 1.
Most of my training, I dedicate to meditation. I can hardly sleep that night.

Day 2.
After some intense thinking, I realize that mana is like an organ. I train by moving it around my body. I sleep peacefully that night.

Day 3.
Treating my mana like my personal jester, I listen to its cruel jokes and terrible truths full of sarcasm. Sometimes, I smile, and rarely do I laugh at myself my lonesome. Most often, I joke about it. Interestingly, it works!

Day 4.
I can visibly see the rise in my efficiency in controlling mana! I am making progress, which is a very welcome thing. I pull an all-nighter that sleepless night. I think I’ll be sleeping all day long tomorrow.

Day 5.
Deep in my sleep at the height of the sun, I wake up from the heat. Thinking of not wasting my time to not being able to sleep, I start singing random songs. I think ‘mana’ loved it. At the cool of the night, I then sleep soundly.

Day 6.
Last night was harsher than usual. Teacher Drouot just has to ambush me while asleep. Then… Morning comes, I am still drowsy, but hey, I deserve the rest, right? Teacher Drouot believes differently, he ambushes me again.

Day 7.
It was raining damn hard, but who cares. At this point, this is my best chance to get a night of sleep. Last night was hell as I was too tense to even sleep. I don’t care about the downpour, I will sleep while the rain is still deterring that old man! I sleep throughout the day and night!

Day 8.
Morning comes with heavy rain, thunder, and lightning. I wake to the tantrum of the skies. It is like the rain last night didn’t even stop. The rain was not just hard but also long. I continue my meditation exercises while raining. This training is worth it. If I still cannot do a single magic bullet, I’ll spell my name backward!

Day 9.
All throughout the night, the rain continues. And all throughout the night, the old man harasses me. It was hell. That old man is merciless, I was losing all of my patience now, but I cannot do anything.

Day 10.
I didn’t even sleep last night so imagine my surprise when I realize I wasn’t weary at all when morning comes. This is it! I think I am ready.

Drawing the mana inside me, I create a Mana Bullet the size of an atom. It is so small, I can barely sense it through my newly acquired mana perception. Even a grain of sand would have a better chance against this. I was thinking of tearing a hole in the tower’s rooftop, but that’s just too much even for me.

This is hopeless, this magic bullet of mine can only be weak as the mana it possesses is too small. Look how small it is. It is so small, you cannot even see a dot. I direct the invisible bullet to the sky. I know what mana to its more sensitive detail is, but I don’t know about magic.

If mana is like a joker to me, then what is magic?

“Hmmm… Magic to me… is a happy memory.”

I release the dot, and the world suddenly becomes clear.

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