108 Advancemen

After Ragnar punched Desmond unconscious he slept for days while the rainbow colored soul fire that covered his body kept burning. As the fire burned it made small changes to Desmond's body. It burnt away much of the impurities in Desmond's body like the impurities contained inside the healing potions he drank years ago.

The flames enhanced his body Desmond's body making his muscle stronger and his skin tougher. Not long after the flames extinguished Desmond awoke from his long slumber.

His vision was unsteady and his head was pounding as he tried to get his bearings.

"Where am I?" Desmond said as every inch of his body suddenly overcame with pain. Desmond's veins bulged as he endured a tremendous amount of pain. As time went forward Desmond's face contorted in anguish turned to a face filled with pleasure. Desmond was enjoying the pain for the first time in ever he liked to get hurt and deep down he wanted someone to hurt him even more.

Desmond was drowning in pleasure, so much of it he took his hands and started to touch his own body. His hands traveled all over his body down his legs (Not his junk), on his torse, up his arms to the top of his head were his immersion was ruined once he felt out he had no hair.

"What, my hair its all gone how can that be" getting up from the comfortable bed was a bit challenging for Desmond, but he managed to do it in time. His back ached and his bones creaked as Desmond made his way to a dresser with a tall mirror on it. The dresser was super fancy along with everything else in the room.

Treasure could be seen at every corner of the room, a chest overflowing with all kinds of gems and trinkets was carelessly tossed in a corner of the room left to collect dust. Desmond even found magical items in a bowl on the dresser left out in the open like candy.

"Where the hell am I, who's home am I in?" Desmond thought to himself in his head as he inspected himself in the mirror. His leathery skin was just as old and wrinkly as he remembered there was no visible damage anywhere on Desmond's body.

"Some asshole shaved my head or did I lose my hair when I got set on fire in my tunnel at the steel mill?". Desmond didn't really mind losing his hair he already knew he was as ugly as a donkey's ass him having no hair just helped show that.

Desmond spent little time wondering about his hair his thoughts along with his body instead drifted towards a tall bookcase next to him. The bookcase was completely full and in it were advanced magical books Desmond was never given the chance to see.

"Curses, star reading, a book on how to become a lich, space and time magic, blood magic, bloodline magic and how to obtain a bloodline. There's even stuff on how to increase your life span, sealing magic, summon demons, brewing potions and so much more".

The books that Desmond was allowed to see as a member of the reserve unit were only about 30% of what they actually had In a specific subject and even then it was only basic and the most common stuff in magic. There wasn't even the slightest mention of how to perform necromancy no matter were Desmond looked. It was almost as if they were worried someone would create an undead army inside of the city.

In the end, Desmond wasn't sure where he was, but he was starting to believe it was heaven.

Desmond became as chipper as a little girl as he carefully chose a book from the shelf "Illusionary hands". The book Desmond chose was a martial arts technique. He chose that book because while he did know how to fight no one taught Desmond any of the super fancy fighting techniques he always saw on TV.

Desmond wanted to become just like those bull shit characters he admired when he was young so he could fully live out his otaku dreams. When Desmond opened the book he was shocked by what he saw.

"You have got to be kidding me this book it's filled with nothing but lies!" said Desmond as he furiously threw the book on the floor and stomped on it. The inside of the book was completely censored by magic Desmond couldn't read a single word inside of it or any of the other books on the shelf when he checked.

Defeated Desmond slumped onto the floor sulking in his shattered dreams. "Why would someone put this in front of me if I can't read anything. If I learned how to perform curses or manipulate someone's fate I would become the most bull shit characters in the word".

As Desmond said those words it hit him Illusions, curses, and the power of fate each one was difficult to deal with in their own way. If someone wielded all three then in gamer terms they would just be a troll.

"Illusions that can curse someone and change there fate how do I achieve such a thing".

[That will require you to dive deep into the fields of Necromancy and mysticism. Witches are known to be quite skilled in curses especially hags. Hags love to concoct strange curses and place them on people. Their sense of beauty is warped they see the world as the inverse of everything. To a hag a puppy is ugly, but its rotting corpse is cute.

The power of fate is very complex it is more obscure than most other fields. It requires time to amass large amounts of fate's power. That is one of the reasons why the Oracle who is the strongest Seer in all of Theotera is only a rank 5 messenger and not a rank 6 demigod despite how strong she is.

Illusionist manipulates a person's mind, body, and the world. It is a complex field few have succeeded in one of the main reasons is because many illusionists die young. Illusionist are seen as infuriatingly annoying by everyone so out of a large group an illusionist is at the top of everyone's list to die first.

Since sir Desmond has no affinity, hasn't yet achieved rank 1, and hadn't his personal rune inscribed into his core by the world you are free to do as you choose. All paths are suitable for advertisement except blood magic, bloodline magic since host has no bloodline, space-time magic, and a few others].

Desmond knew what the tower spirit was talking about since he read about it to become rank 1 you have to survive a difficult engraving process done by the world its self. It is a single personal rune that no one else has a copy of even after a person's death. That final rune unlocks a special ability that corresponds with the path that person walks down. A new special ability is unlocked after each rank until rank 4 where the user gains no more new special ability.

If Desmond became an illusionist he would get a special ability that follows that field. The same would happen if he decided to become an ice mage. Most special abilities are different some people have one that's almost identical. Only bloodline mages have the exact same ability always. Same with there ultimate ability which they gain at rank 4. The ultimate ability combines the three previous special abilities obtained after advancement into something new unique to only the user.

Once someone walks down a specific path of advancement they can not change it. They can still dabble in other fields of magic, but the special ability obtained will have no influence on those other fields. The characteristics abilities are similar to the special ability of who ever or what ever it was obtained from.

Desmond got up off the floor and said to the tower spirit, "Who are you?".

The tower spirit replied, [I am Beta a tower spirit. My masters are named Seraphine and Ragnar. At there request I am temporarily at your command].

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