The Undying Magician - Book 3 - Chapter 2 - Spell Crafting
Added 2023-05-13 02:39:21 +0000 UTC Nathan
Year 2850 | Month 3 | Day 1
I sigh as I see the funnel of flames fail tremendously once again.
Why can’t it just work? It’s getting annoying.
The spell is supposed to create a powerful funnel-like vacuum of flames that rapidly eats away all of the oxygen in the area, especially within the funnel itself. And not just the oxygen, but the moisture as well. Meaning anything inside of it is going to die through asphyxiation. Specifically due to carbon monoxide poisoning.
Very, very fast carbon monoxide poisoning.
But currently the funnel of flames just keeps blowing up in my face instead, repeatedly ruining my clothes in the process. Which is a rather annoying side effect.
At this point I really don’t care about pain. Nothing is more painful than being wiped from existence and coming back piece by piece while feeling the pain of everything. And the lack of pain at some points.
I shiver at the thought before turning around and unsealing the door to the room. Then I reenter my house while heading over to my lab to review the script for the spell.
Just what is messing it up? I can’t for the life of me figure it out…
This is my first Tier IV spell that I’ll be creating, which should also qualify me to be known as a Class C magician finally. After I finish making it that is.
But if I can’t figure it out… then I’ll have to ask for another favor from that skeleton again. And I’d rather not go back to the Dark Forest again. The last time I went there a couple weeks ago, the bastard decided to trap me in his tree for an entire day just to have someone to chat to as he did his experiments on his undead.
He really does have the strangest favors he wants from me sometimes though. Never once has he asked me to actually do anything important for him, outside of giving him the results of my experiments on my condition. All he tends to ask of me is to spend time with him while he works on his experiments, and to talk to him about my life.
It’s kind of creepy. But at the same time, he sounds like a father or a grandfather when doing it, so I’m not really sure how to take it. In fact, he’s completely different from how he was when we first met.
When I asked why, he simply said that we were both immortals. We both have death mana flowing in our bodies. And the death mana in my body was from him, meaning I ‘had some of him in me,’ making me like family? Even if the death mana isn’t his anymore.
So he’s grown to see me as the only possible way for him to have a ‘relative’ in the world. Seeing as he’s, well, a skeleton. And he would outlive any relatives he did have if he somehow managed to have one anyways.
And while I can understand how he’s thinking in a way… it doesn’t change the fact that I want to avoid visiting him like the plague.
I’ve at least grown to completely ignore my bloodlust now as well, so that’s a plus. At some point my eyes became permanently crimson though, so goodbye to my old colored eyes. Even if my eyes almost never glow anymore. Not unless I’m in battle and end up drinking someone’s blood.
My thoughts come to a halt when I reach my lab and immediately begin focusing on my spell again while sitting down at my desk.
I pull up both the script for the spell and the screen on my monitor showing the recording of the spell’s unfortunate failure. And immediately after the video starts, the scene of me standing in place while ignoring a large explosion of flames that is most definitely not a funnel shows on the screen.
My brows furrow as I replay the scene over and over again while zooming in on the explosion to see exactly where it turns from a funnel to an explosion instead. And after several seconds of squinting at the screen, I finally find it.
“About five seconds after the start of the spell,” I mutter while writing it down in my notes. Then I pause the video and focus on the script again.
If I remember correctly, the funnel should go inwards at… right, there’s the problem. The spell is trying to direct the fire into the funnel before it’s supposed to do so, leaving a lot of bugs in other areas of the code that wouldn’t normally be a problem. Which in the end is making it explode.
I lean back in my chair with a sigh.
Such a pain to deal with these much longer spell scripts. Especially when just one tiny mistake can lead to the whole thing blowing up in your face… I don’t know how long it would’ve taken me to get this far if I didn’t care about it blowing up in my face while testing it.
Makes me wonder how regular people ever have the time to make so many spells.
Although, in hindsight, I don’t think they do make as many spells as I’ve been making. Most people tend to use a lot of common spells they find online along with their personal spells just to fluff their arsenal of spells.
Something I can’t really do since there is no internet out here. Because the skeleton’s barrier blocks it from reaching.
An annoying issue, but in the end, it’s probably better for me to make my own personalized spells. After all, they’re much harder to counter than the commonly used spells.
Even if it does mean a lot more work for me.
I sigh at that thought before stretching slightly despite not really needing it thanks to my condition and then leaning forward over the table and my terminal.
Time to get back to work.
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