SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

Darkness.

It covered everywhere, even beyond the world.

The Martial Blade God could see all of it as he ascended past the bounds of his own planet and reached the outer expanse that hosted it. His world, as he had come to realize, was one of many. And this reality was also one of many.

His body could feel the resistance of the Nether that he was gripping as they both left the world behind. He ascended higher and higher—as high as he could.

Just as he had done his whole life!

There really wasn’t any pinnacle—there never was. The culmination of worlds was so infinite that this power he had would be somewhat insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Yet, he was so happy.

So fulfilled.

‘I was selfish until the very end…’ The Martial Blade God thought to himself.

A smile formed on his face when he made this realization.

He remembered how the deaths of so many people were caused because of him, and how the extinction of his own world was nearly brought about because of his selfishness. Everything was meant to weigh him down, but he accepted them all with a smile.

Even though he knew he was a horrible human being… the Martial Blade God could not help but smile.

He still did not care for a name beyond his title, and he did not care for an identity beyond Martial Arts. However, in his final moments, he remembered Edward, and the ambition the young boy had.

It was so different from his philosophy.

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‘… You must fulfil your dreams!’

Ascending even farther from his native world, the Martial Blade God’s body began to have cracks. Energy cracks which indicated that something within him was about to explode. It was power beyond power.

It was pure, unbridled energy.

‘Even now, I can’t help but wonder how powerful this will be… and if you’ll survive it.’ The Martial Blade God looked at the stunned Nether.

It was just the both of them, in this infinite darkness that stretched for miles upon miles—and even further beyond.

He could see them, though—the lights that existed beyond the darkness. He could see the sun, the stars… he could see hope within this darkness.

So, why couldn’t he be one too?

‘My final act is also that of selfishness…’ The Martial Blade God’s body was already breaking apart, and his own body was beginning to consume him.

This was the end.

‘I have no regrets, though. I lived my life how I wanted, and I will die exactly how I want to.’ The Martial Blade God doubted that he’d become a Bond Soul based on the required criteria.

Not only did he no longer have any regrets in the mortal world, but there wouldn’t even be a soul after he was done. He was going to use up everything—everything to completely wipe out the Nether.

‘Aries, do me a favour.’

~Yeah, I know. I understand…~His Familiar responded through his thoughts, a tone so grave that it seemed like it was the one dying.

‘This is farewell.’ The Martial Blade God smiled.

~You never used me even once…~

Then came the silence. No one spoke or moved after the statement. It was simply like the world, and everyone in it stood still.

~You followed your desired path till the end. And now, you have no regrets. It is now undeniably true, Martial Blade God… that you are the STRONGEST!~

Hearing it at the end of his life wasn’t so bad, after all.

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And then… the eruption began.

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