Chapter 14: Episode 12

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"That was awkward…" I took a look at Sven, the Glascheit heir gave me a dark glare. "Did you do anything untoward to Lord Trambelio? Please, tell me you didn't do anything!" Sven begged, almost desperate for answer. I jumped back, agitated by the sudden outburst. "I– I mean, all I did was cursing a bit at his companion, I was perfectly courteous towards him. I didn't curse, didn't taunt him or anything like that. Why?" I crooked my head at the paling Sven, who took a sharp intake of breath as he slumped back, the metal and plastic of his bed creaking loudly as though to vocalize his unvoiced groans.

"Do you know who that was?" I shook my head wildly, eyes narrowed as I stood straight. "He's the proxy Lord of the Trambelio– The de facto leader of the Democratic Faction. If you had done or said something to him, I'd recommend you apologize as soon as possible, if you can't for some reasons, do not go to the Tower for the scholarship, do you understand?" I bobbed my head slowly, still unsure what this was about. So he was some bigshot from the Clock Tower, what's the big deal? Sven sighed, all winds seeming taken from his sail. "The Trambelio is… Different from others, less prone to violence, so maybe you will be fine.

Listen, there are three main Factions holding the most powers in the Clock Tower–" His finger shot up. "The first is the Aristocratic Faction led by the Barthomeloi, who are a bunch of old-fashioned, stuck up Nobles you can find anywhere. In fact, some of them take it far enough it's almost comical…" He raised another finger. "Then there's the Democratic Faction, whose Head is McDonell Trambelio Elrod, they are relative pacifists and far more willing to acknowledge a person's accomplishments, so new Mages often entered contracts with them, the better ones even married into their family.

The last–" His wrapped fingers made a three. "Are the Neutrals. They aren't politically powerful as the other two since they care only for their research, but I wouldn't test their patience. Their members are extremely elusive and dangerous." He swept his hair back wearily. "As I have told you, the Trambelio aren't the most violent, whatever you have done or said shouldn't be enough to beckon any harsh retaliation from their part. But, it will make your life in the Clock Tower incredibly hard should they hold grudges against you… You can try to enter the other two Factions, but that won't be much better unless you get the attention of someone high up."

I hummed to myself, arms crossed and pressed tightly to my torso, feet tapping in an agitated manner as I considered my options. The Neutrals were out, never been much a scholar, I only bothered to learn Magecraft to survive and fuel my power-fantasy, not for the sole sake of knowledge, I'd stick out amongst their midst like a sore-thumb. The Aristocratic would severely hamper my achievements unless I got sponsored. Of course, there's minimal chance that my performance in this Mission would bring me to the limelight, but I wouldn't count on it. Although, with the Game, me rising up the ranks was merely a matter of time.

The Aristocratic was a maybe.

Then there was the Democratic. I meant, if Jamie 'James' Trambelio was petty enough that a few insults not even directed at him could rile him up, then I doubted I'd have fitted in with the rest of them anyways. Still, all these were just baseless speculations at the moment. Not to mention, I didn't particularly want to join the Clock Tower so soon, not when I didn't have the strength to protect myself. It's a fact that the powerful could do whatever they wanted, restrained by only their morality. Just look at Zelretch, the man was an Apostle holding the title of Wizard Marshall and the Barthomeloi hadn't been able to do jack against him for centuries now.

None of this mattered to the current me. I'd happily let the dogs tear out each other's skins in a brutal political war, I had more important problems to deal with such as: The rape worms, the Daemon King residing in the corrupted Grail and the homicidal Queen Of Heroes, whom I lived and interacted with on a daily basis. Honestly, at this point, my common sense had pretty much been grinded to dust, ready to blow away at any moment's notice. "Ehh, I'll be fine. I've met and dealt with scarier people." Sven appeared skeptical at that, but he didn't ask me to elaborate and simply replied. "Scarier than the Lords of the Clock Tower? I doubt it.

My Head of House scares me sometimes, and I'm his bloody son." I shrugged again as we sank in a sort of comfortable silence. "So, what do we do now?" I grinned, mouth wide while Sven glared at me. "Shopping? Playing around with the money we just got? Take your pick, princess. 'Cause the next few days, we're going to be living like Kings and fucking like pornstars." He deadpanned, face falling slack as he stared in disgust. I coughed, skin red with embarrassment. "Okay, perhaps that last one is a bit much…" I paused, rubbing my chin in deep thoughts. "Though there is a red-light district in town if you ever feel like–"

I didn't get to finish my sentence as Sven interrupted, letting out a piercing shout mixed with what sounded disturbingly similar to the shy shriek of a Japanese schoolgirl. "Get out, now!" I ran away laughingly. Who knew the usually stuck up, resting-bitch faced Glascheit could make that kind of expression? I certainly didn't. "Gotta admit, there's no laughs better than those at the expense of others." Now… Onwards to change my newly claimed money to Japanese Yen! Urgghh, why couldn't they just pay us in the currency we wanted? I even expressively told them to pay me in Yen too! I'mma file a complaint, it's definitely that receptionist's fault!

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Kids, small tip for you: Never, and I meant ever, tried to trade for local currency in the slump. They would try to rob you in daylight… I wasn't talking about the absurd exchange rate by the way, they really did try to rob my ass when I came inside. Didn't even bother to check if I had money or anything, just straight up jumped on my like a starving pack of hyenas. I decked one in the face, leaving his lower jaw broken and mangled, the second one had his nuts crushed so as to not pollute Humanity's gene-pool. The last one, having seen the fates of his associates, dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

"This is the second time someone tried to finesse me today… Do I look like an easy target to you, you imbeciles?" The group didn't reply, two were busy clutching their wounds as they groaned in pain, the third, who I hadn't even touched yet, rolled on the floor with his knees to his chest in a fetal position. They were trying to say something, but I didn't let them, shoving my feet in their faces every time they decided to speak up. "Here I am, a model citizen just trying to make ends meet, and you all, instead of being respectful merchants, wanted to rob me?" I walked back and forth, hands clasped behind my back like a two-bits villain. "Fine, run me your shit then."

Not more than ten minutes later, I was twenty-thousands Yen richer with my case full of money tucked safely under my armpit. Even better, I managed to get them to tell me the path to the nearest bank. Shame really, I was being a good Samaritan deciding to stimulate a local, privately run business out the goodness of my heart, and they tried to rob poor ol' me… "Argghh–" I kicked the wanna-be-robber again. "Dude, I'm having an monologue, can you shut up?" Right, where was I? Ahh, how could they possibly think of robbing such an innocent child? Okay, maybe that was laying it a bit too thick.

But, the fact stood, to them I was nothing more than a child lost in the slump of Kyoto and they jumped me like I was a thug. Damned savages. "Well, thank you all for your time. Our transaction might not have gone through, and although it has been fun talking to you guys, I fear I must leave now." No response… The service here was terrible, 0/10 wouldn't recommend. "Toodles!" I continued on my adventure, along the way I was met with several groups that eyed me weirdly. Unluckily, none tried to rob me again. Why did I even go on an Apostle Hunt? I could get richer, so much faster and easier if I just appropriated criminals' wealth in the name of good.

If that wasn't obvious already, Kyoto was in the ditch. That's the ugly truth, reflected further by the shabby-looking bank– The one place which was supposed to be the most protected in the entire City, the center of the economy had the same appearance of an abandoned asylum after years of neglect. Oh well, that's not my problem. Even if it was, I couldn't do anything about that, this was the result of stupid policies made by the former mayor and I knew the City would bounce back on track in one or two decades thanks to the constant streams of tourist pouring in anyways. Filled with almost a dozen temples, the Imperial Palace itself, Kyoto would later be known as the heart of Japan.

I was already making plans to revisit the place once it was no longer populated solely by liars, thieves and criminals from all walks of life. I could even bring Rin with me, Gods knew the girl needed some time to relax and unwind.

"Hello there, what are you doing here? Where are your parents?" The pretty attendant asked, expression marred with worry. I opted to stare at her suspiciously. Within the few days I had stayed in Kyoto, I had almost been killed, ganged up on and nearly kidnapped. Now, I wasn't saying she was a criminal of any kind, but that I wouldn't have been too surprised if she secretly was. "I'm here to exchange money for my parents. Would you kindly point me to where I can do that?" I felt my Skill: [Mesmerize] click in place as her face fell slack, the tension in her features seeming to vanish at an instance.

"P- Plwease follow me, sir…" It was really obvious for anyone who had eyes she wasn't there mentally. It's quite annoying, since we gathered one or two disturbed gazes, luckily no one actually tried to stop us… I scanned the place curiously, there was no white tiled floor, no spotless clean walls. Don't get me wrong, the bank was surprisingly big for the downtrodden economy of Kyoto, but it definitely wasn't what I would expect from the sole bank of a city. "Kyoto is really down on its luck, huh?"

"Naomi, what are you doing with this child? Is he lost?" I stepped in, seeing as Naomi, the bank teller whose mind I had temporarily taken control of was in no way capable of replying. "Miss, Ms. Naomi is helping me exchange English pounds, my parents and I are on a vacation in Kyoto but we couldn't find any other place to do the exchange for local currency." I paused, searching for anyone who could be looking our way, there was no one. "Would you kindly help us?" That kept happening, rinse and repeat until I was sure I had most of the employees under my control.

After that, all I had to do was while as they counted the pounds, it totaled up to a fifty-five thousands at the end, with an exchange rate of four percent, what I got was about seven, almost eight millions in cash. Thankfully, it was stacked and tied neatly in two bundles of one-thousand Yen so I could easily carry around. My work finished and money lining my pockets, I was ready to walk away, but as I exited the bank, I crashed into someone. He was tall, taller than any Japanese at this time had any right to. His skin was slightly tanned, on his neck was a small circular tattoo and his eyes appeared wild, unhinged, concealed behind a paper-thin mask of politeness.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking." For the slightest moment, I thought the man had thrown me a dirty look as he patted the none-existent dust from his immaculate black suit, but it was gone as quickly as it came. "Are you alright?" He reached out to give me a hand and as I took it, I felt him suddenly increase his strength. Now, if I had been any other child, this might have dislocated a bone or two, but I wasn't. So I did the same, only I wasn't aiming to merely dislocate, but to crush his hand painfully. The man winced, face covered by angry veins as he tried to withdraw his hand amidst the low, night inaudible sounds of crunch. "Thank you for helping me, sir. You have strong hands, like my dad."

His cheeks twitched as I finally released my death-grip. "Your father must be quite the man." I interrupted with a toothy, Cheshire grin. "He is dead, sir. Just like you will be if you try that again." I left him to sputter on his own, walking out with the money I had exchanged. No, I didn't cheat the employees out of their money, I wasn't that big a dick, and it's not like they had done anything to deserve my anger. "You damned brat, do you know who I am?" I didn't reply, continuing on my way cheerily, but he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. I fixed my expression to freezing cold. "I don't know and frankly, don't care.

If you don't get your hand off me at this moment, you will lose that arm. Don't say I didn't warn you." He must have seen the warning look in my eyes, backing away slowly as he seemed to resist the shiver threatening to spread across his body, hands still reached out grabbing at air. I had an intimidating expression, it's what I had always been told by friends and family alike throughout my years in University. Granted, my youth had severely dampened its effectiveness, while it might not affect Mages and those of the Moonlit World, it was more than enough to scare off wanna-be-gangsters. It wasn't even hard to do, just lower your head, harden your eyes and scowl slightly.

The bank had sunk in complete silence at our stand-off, the citizens milling along the growing stream of people all watching, some in concern for my safety if I were to guess, others simply wanted to see a good show. I doubted any of them expected a full grown man to be forced to back away from a child not even half his age. I didn't really care, I was leaving for Fuyuki the day after tomorrow anyways, and as long as I didn't show off my Magecraft in public places, their minds would automatically come to more logical conclusions on their own. "That's enough people, there's nothing to see here."

I left for my next destination as the crowd began to disperse.

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Built in 1989, Hoshi Mall was the at the center of the bustling city. People, young and old, male and female alike gathered here mostly for the arcade and entertainment imported from oversea. In fact, this wasn't a mall at first, not at all, it was merely a collection of stores rented out for independent shops. Populated by addicts and thugs, you could even find needles and drugs in droves, hidden at every nook and cranny. But after seeing the opportunities that Kyoto presented, the owner decided to go all-in and expanded the place even further, hiring several teams of security and spent millions paying off the local gangsters, making it what it was now.

Despite Kyoto's dire situation, the rise of Hoshi Mall never slowed down, it was singlehandedly the most beautiful and secure place in the city. Situated next to the KPD and right next to the bridge connecting the two pieces of land that made up the entirety of Kyoto, it was truly a sight to behold, rivalling even the more modern malls I had visited in the past. Keep in mind when I said the past, I meant my past, not the World's. I knew Japan would turn into one of the economic powerhouse in the future and mall like this would become the norms, but right now it was likely the most impressive place in Japan to visit.

Better yet, it had the one thing Japan would later be famous for: Banger customer service. No one here had tried to rob me, which to be fair, wasn't particularly something to brag about, but they also hadn't looked down on me for my age, every employee I had encountered was perfectly courteous and polite to the point of nausea. I hadn't even bought anything and they treated me like a King. It wasn't just me either, everyone who walked through the doors were handled the same way, with care and respect. "Ms. Hori, can you point me to the nearest stores where I can buy clothes and gifts for someone my age? Money isn't a problem."

I was quickly led to a few stores. Unfortunately, none matched Rin's style, my attention was quickly drawn to a shop in the corner of Hoshi Mall. It wasn't big, nor was it glamourous as the others, but the clothes inside were similar to what Rin would wear later in her life. My eyes were glued to the red sweater that looked exactly the same as future Rin's, minus the white cross on her chest, next I saw an orange scarf and two black bow hairpins with red trims at their edges. Rin would look good in them... Needless to say, I bought them all, then went ahead to the jewelry store to get her a garnet gemstone.

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I hadn't forgotten the Tohsaka's branch of Magecraft. I didn't know if the garnet was quality good, but one gem was better than none at all. I also had plan to get Gilgamesh something, seeing as my survival depended entirely on keeping her favor. A bar of gold and two small rubies were exactly what I needed. By the end, I was almost four millions poorer, but money I could always get back in future missions, it's relationships that were the real treasure. I wasn't someone good at keeping relationships in the first place, it's my hope that these gifts would somewhat balance out my shitty personality.

"And people say I need self-awareness, hah!" I chuckled into the shopping bags I held as I jogged back to the clinic, skipping like the child I was. It's good to have money.

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"Did you find out where that damned brat is staying?" Satou took deep sips from his glass, eyes cold as he watched his underlings fumble to find words. He wasn't amused, he wasn't amused at all. He had spent years helping the gangs build a powerbase in this city, destroyed his reputation and integrity to crawl his way up the ladder of Kyoto's Underworld, and a fucking brat made him look the fool in front of dozens. Satou wasn't stupid, he hadn't come this far by being ignorant, he knew what happened earlier today would soon circulate amongst his circle.

Satou Daiki– The ruthless gangster, the mayor who ruined Kyoto and the lives of millions for his own ambitions, the one who got scared and outdone by a damn child whose pubic hair likely hadn't even begun go grow… His reputation would crash through the floor if he didn't retaliate, child or not. "Ahh– Uhmm, from what we have learnt, h– he's staying at Hokyoji Temple. Him and his cousin were in Kyoto on a vacation and their hotel, that five stars one near the old Palace was destroyed due an explosive that occurred. Later on, they were taken to the clinic in the slump by a monk named Takashi…"

Satou played with the glass in his hands, meaty fingers clutching the poor thing until he felt it give under the pressure. "Is that all?"

"W– Well, words on the street are he has been seen beating smaller groups in the Underworld before he encountered you, sir. Then he went to Hoshi Mall to buy some stuffs, claiming them to be gifts for his friends. We don't know where he is at the moment, but our guess is he should be at the clinic taking care of his injured cousin." Satou stood from his seat, hands clutching the baseball bat given to him by his late father. Well, not given, more like taken from his late father after he beat him into a comatose state when he tried to choke his life out. "Call a few more guys, I want the brat's head bashed to a pulp by the time we are done."

His underlings stammered. "B– But sir, he's just a child." Satou didn't waste any time, slamming the bat at the side of the man who had spoken up. "It's either him…" He stopped, swinging the bat threateningly. "Or you all. Take your pick." No more words needed to be traded as the underlings scrambled away, some to get more men, others to get their vehicles. The clinic wasn't that far from his place, but in his line of work, Satou had learnt intimidation was perhaps the best weapon. Frankly, lines of cars parking ominously at the entrance would look much better than a parade of sweaty thugs trudging the street.

And with his reputation likely down the drain at the moment, Satou needed to make a show of strength to quell any rebellious thought the common rabbles might have towards him. He wasn't stupid, he was aware that the slightest mistake on his part could spell the end of his position, any prestige and benefits he had enjoyed would disappear to the winds, never to be seen again. Moreover, those he had wronged in the past would no doubt try to kick him while he was down. Satou entered the car, still deep in thoughts as he clenched his baseball bat. He could see it already, the slight glimpses of rebellion rising from his men.

Before, none would dare question his orders, if he told them to jump, they wouldn't even dare to ask how high, but the way his driver kept glancing back at him with a nervous look was telling enough. He didn't need to ask to know the second he fell, they would jump ship to join someone else's faction. It upset him, knowing that his men's loyalty was next to none, that they would gladly take his place without a thought. To be fair, he hadn't exactly done much for them, but if it wasn't for him, they would still be scouring the street like the bunch of rats they were. It didn't matter how big, or how physically intimidating, a rat was and would always be rat.

He took them here, elevated their positions from mere street thugs to generals of his budding, yet fearsome gang. Where they once struggled for scraps of food, they now enjoyed prosperity and wealth. If they thought such a small pebble was enough to bring him down, then they were dead-wrong. "How much further?"

"Sir, we are almost there, but the road is currently blocked due to traffic." Satou didn't give a second thought before ordering his driver to ram straight through the sea of vehicles and pedestrians. After that, it didn't take more than mere minutes for them to reach their destination. Funnily enough, they came at the exact time the brat had come back from his shopping. Carrying several bags in his hands, almost skipping as he entered the clinic. The little shit didn't even appear to know the damages he had done to Satou's reputation. This would be rectified soon enough. "HEY! YOU LITTLE SHIT…"

Satou kicked open the door of his black and very expensive Opel Tigra so hard he felt the hinges cracked. That would cost a lot of money to repair, but his saving The brat turned towards him, eyes wide like a deer in headlight. "Miss me?" He swung his bat menacingly. "I'm going to bash your skull in, kid."

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Oh-goodie, look who's here? I sighed, I was ready to leave this hostile city now. The attacks were amusing at first, there's just something so absurdly funny at the thoughts of normal, everyday people charging at me out of sheer ignorance, but this was getting ridiculous. One day, one fucking day and two repeated assault attempts. What the Hell were the cops doing? There's no way this shit was normal. "Fine, c'mon then. Guess I can spare some time for you bunch."

There were around twelve of them, each carrying a baseball bat of their own, though I did notice two guys wielding machetes. I couldn't use Magecraft, too risky in broad daylight. Fortunately, I didn't need to, my body was way stronger than the average adults, almost nearing Kotomine's stats when he wasn't buffed up with [Reinforcement]. That, coupled with my experience in combat should be enough, though just in case, I allowed Mana to flare inside my body. I couldn't use my offensive Skills, but [Mesmerize] could be utilized to stumble my foes. Wouldn't work on anyone other than the mundane though.

I slammed my toes at the first to launch at me, doing a quick summersault as I grabbed his baseball bat, swinging at two other thugs. That one hit broke one's arm, throwing him screaming onto the other in a heap. The rest looked at me in horror, visibly swallowing their saliva while I cracked my fingers. "Who's next?" They all ran, ignoring the shouts of their leader. Good choice. "GET BACK HERE YOU BUNCH OF PUSSIES! HE'S JUST A FUCKING KID!" Not going to lie, the scene was quite comical. I even struggled to keep the laughter bubbling up my throat in tides.

"Fuck it… I'll do this myself." The leader muttered to himself, too small for anyone but those with supernatural hearing to catch. Suddenly, his demeanor changed, I could see something rising from his stomach with [Structural Gasp], like a worm, it snaked through his entire being, seeming to enhance his physical prowess. That, that definitely wasn't Mana… Did, did Type-Moon had another type of mystical Energy I wasn't aware of? I didn't think so, I had read so much materials on the Verse that I could even recite some lines by heart now, and there's no other energy to my knowledge.

There were three possible explanations for this: First, there was something I missed while reading the wiki pages. Second, this was an add-on when I entered this Universe to shake things up. And third, this was a Crossover, with which franchise, I had no idea, but that's the most plausible explanation I could come up with. My eyes narrowed as I prepared for an attack, this was an entirely new territory I was encroaching upon here. While I doubted the boost this energy gave could rival [Reinforcement], the fact remained that it seemed to have increased his stats by a large margin. "[Observe]." I whispered and shimmers lighted up the depth of my pupils.

[Game Ver.a.3.2]

Name: Satou Daiki

Title: Beginner Martial Artist

Age: 29

Race: Ki-Infused Human

HP: Healthy

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Ki… Really? Please tell me this wouldn't turn into another generic Cultivation story, I didn't want to waste years sitting in a cave, absorbing herbs! That's not fun! It's not fun at all. I grimaced, mind whirling at different series with Ki as the center. It couldn't be Dragon Ball, that kind of power would shatter the scaling of this entire Universe, YuYu Hakusho was out since Kotomine would have mentioned the existences of Demons, not to mention the Clock Tower have Enforcers hunting them in an all-out war between the two Factions. Ranma ½ perhaps? Gods, I hoped not. Not only was that Universe a giant mess, it was also ridiculously convoluted, kinda like Nasu actually.

What else did I have? I didn't get to finish my thought when a bat came flying at my face.

I leaned back, easily dodging the strike. He was really a beginner, and it showed in his movements. He was imprecise, his little actions seemed to release tons of Ki, not to hurt, but simply the consequence of a lack of control. I blocked his punch with my elbow, crashing my palm against his ribs as he slid back. Satou stared at me wide-eyed. "You are one of us?" I wasn't, I was a Magus, but he didn't need to know that. "How do you think I managed to deal with your underlings? By working out really, really hard?" – "I see, no wonder…" He paused, clenching his teeth as he weighed the pros and cons, then shook, getting back in his stance. "Doesn't matter, I'm too deep into this, I have to defeat you or my life is ruined."

I shrugged, scratching my head. "Suit yourself."

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"Hey Sven…" The bandaged Glascheit peered at me. It didn't take long for him to notice the signs of conflict left on my outfit. "What happened to you?" I didn't reply, taking a seat next to his bed as I took in a sharp intake of breath. "What do you know about Murim?"

"The Martial World?" He swept his bang from his eyes, leaning against the bed. He didn't look too concerned at the name, whether that was good or bad, I couldn't tell. "That's who you got into a scuffle with? Murim, or Jianghu is a World parallel to ours. We don't interract much and when we do, it often results in a fight thanks to the mindset of their members… We, as Mages, looked down on them for being a bunch of brutes and they saw us as scholars and scientists with little to no integrity and honor. It's a hate-hate relationship. While Mages are stronger and more versatile, Martial Artists have an advantage in numbers.

The only time I've heard of our two Worlds working together was centuries ago for Asian Emperors…" Sven licked his lips. "But even then, we didn't exactly see eye-to-eye. Nowadays, we avoid each other like the plague. Though from what I know, the Barthomeloi is trying to reconnect the bridge between the two Worlds. The why is beyond me, but if I were to hazard a guess, they likely think the Martial Artists would make for great labor and decent bodyguards. As for Ki, I have no idea, never been too interested in the subject, but I can send you books on it when I get back?" I looked down in confusion.

"Why aren't you interested? Your House is primarily Enforcers, right. Wouldn't Martial Arts be an useful tool for you guys?" Sven laughed at that. "It would, if we could actually use it. Many studies have been conducted and the result doesn't look promising. Mana and Ki are like water and oil, where Mana is, Ki can not flow and the opposite." Ah, that made sense. Though I wondered… "Don't." Sven growled at me. "Don't try it, the Mages studying this subject are all dead now, and it wasn't to old age. They exploded like balloons when they tried mixing the two types of Energy. Whatever advantages you think it might bring you, it's not worth the risk."

I nodded slowly. Still, thoughts of the matter refused to leave my mind, could the Game bridge the gap between Ki and Mana? If it could, I'd get a huge powerful… I'd have to research more on this later. I was also fairly sure I now knew which franchise this Universe had been merged with, though it's just my speculation until I had proofs. "So, who won?" I grinned. "Me of course."

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