The Shadows were confused, their heads down, and their faces expressed misfortune.
Leil spoke. The dark elf had an apologetic expression on his face and was clearly hiding his eyes.
What’s this crap? Yar cursed mentally. The most dangerous of assassins was babbling like a naughty child.
“Master, I beg you, don’t destroy those people! It’s impossible to fulfill your order. The people have slavery collars made of liritii. Their release will turn into a painful death for them!”
Chapter 8. EWIS
O h, that’s all clear now. Thank you, System! Yar took a breath. It seems that they thought that I had a clouding of consciousness, or maybe they just thought that their Master was going crazy! Oh, I wish I could burst out laughing angrily with my eyes wide open. I’m sure then, though, they would run to hide like tiny voles. Hey! Stop clowning!
Smiling, Yar stopped himself and said, “Uyu, Leil, this is my problem. I will take off these collars. I’ll have to tinker, of course, but I can handle it in an hour and a half.”
Yar took a short pause, calculating the estimated time again in his mind. That’s right. I’ll definitely cope with the magic acceleration in the Constructor.
“You’ll have to bring me the captives in groups quickly, and at that moment I’ll be in a trance, so keep that in mind,” he continued.
“How is this possible?!” Uyu could barely get her words, stammering a little. “It’s impossible !” she cried out.
Yar chuckled merrily.
“My dear Shadows. Such vile things as the EWIS, elven shackles and slave collars are no longer a barrier for me. Believe me, Uyu, the impossible is also possible. You need to try and not limit yourself to these stereotypes.”
Yar didn’t know what the Shadows were thinking about at that moment, but they surely knew about the EWIS and the collars; their faces stretched out in surprise. Discouragement hilariously reflected on the beautiful elves’ faces; they looked like clowns.
“Some of the Shadows are also infected with the EWIS,” Uyu said in a sad voice.
Now it was Yar’s turn to be amazed.
“How? After all, the Shadows of the Moon are an elf fighting clan, as far as I know.”
The spymaster, Uyu, answered after a pause with noticeable reluctance, as if recalling something shameful,
“Yes, Master, you are right, but the Shadows of the Moon are dark elves, and the light elves infect Shadows, super-talented in magic, as early as childhood …” Uyu paused, she began to shake, apparently, from recalling experiences, like the rest of the Shadows present.
Obviously, these were very unpleasant memories.
“How many?” Yar asked shortly.
The spymaster glanced at the nearby elf-girls, replying, “Two.”
Yar understood everything at once. That is the reason they are fully armed. He stepped up to them, examining them intently. The Shadows immediately bowed, as only elves could, and one by one they cried out confidently in a military way.
“Master, Centurion Mist Certo is at your disposal.”
“Master, Centurion Geir Ama is at your disposal.”
Yar sighed. These elf-girls are extraordinarily beautiful. They could easily become models at an elite men’s magazine. Okay, stop gazing. Beasts are eating people alive while I’m lost in their charms, he scolded himself.
“Okay! It’s time to start! There are twelve of you here; form up in rows of two.” Yar pointed with his hand exactly where they needed to stand.
“Very good.” He noted the instant promptness of the Shadows. “You don’t need to stop completely. You can breathe, talk, move your hands and heads, but don’t leave your place under any circumstances, and you must still endure if it hurts. Geir, Mist, first of all I will talk about you. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master,” Uyu answered for everyone—she even stopped blinking—and the other Shadows looked like stone sculptures.
Yar sat in the lotus position and, with a deep sigh, he entered the Magic Constructor, warning, “I’m starting now.”
Everything was immediately confirmed. The elf-girls both had large, almost extinguished sources. For the first time, Yar saw magical foundations more than his own: they even went beyond the elven chests without protuberances. The wired channels were not just good, they turned out to be gorgeous, but they also looked like tangles in some places. Geir’s were particularly bad. Yar was even scared to watch it.
Apparently, in their early childhood, the elven girls had done a lot of practice, but then they had become infected, and for some reason, the EWIS extinguished their sources too abruptly. Most likely, this led to such distortions of their wired channels ... They had to endure the strongest pain ... Yar concluded.
“Damn, there are …” He swore. The message had been looming before him for some time:
Attention!
Shadow Mist Certo, 2 EWIS were detected (parasites’ viability is maximum)
Shade of Geir Ama, 3 EWIS were detected (parasites’ viability is maximum)
I need to calm down. I shouldn’t take up such difficult work without preparation, Yar thought.
He studied the rest of the Shadows. At first glance everything was normal, except for one soldier who had two chopped knots of power on his right hand, which didn’t work at all. Yar quickly corrected this flaw, which most likely had been caused by some kind of artifact. Yar also improved the wired channels and increased the magical source’s size limit for each Shadow. Everything seemed to be good, only the light emanating from the Shadow sources was a bit depressive. It seemed to Yar that it wasn’t pure anyway. Therefore, he immediately and intuitively put about half of his prominence into the sources, tearing them from his fire-breathing source with an ease that was strange. The prominences settled down without issue.
“Wow,” Yar said. “Maybe these are the consequences of my acquisition of the Demiurge. Well, at least, it seems to be that way.”
During the actual transplantation, the energy bases of each Shadow flared brightly and obediently switched to the usual spectrum for Yar.
“Great! That’s better,” Yar noted, admiring the magical generation of a dozen sources. Now he liked everything.
Now I need to see the possibilities of my charges.
It turned out that the Shadows of the Moon used magic selectively and very one-sidedly. They had great pumping ability for everything related to movement, hidden power swords and relationships with nature, but they had no other skills at all!
I can help them. Surprisingly, the work went smoothly, and Yar hardly noticed how Minor Treatment, Medical Diagnosis, Resuscitation, and the First Medical Unit were installed with ease.
The Shadows have excellent susceptibility, he thought. Should I install the Satellite? It might also be useful.
Yar didn’t even notice at first how he had accidentally transferred ‘The Scythe of Fury’ instead of the Satellite, and it was successfully established. Yar then looked at this nonsense for a long time, perspiration covering him, which could not happen in the Constructor, however, the sensations were eerily similar.
I don’t understand. He repeated his actions several times: transferred - removed, transferred - removed, everything was working out smoothly, as it should do. Under this strong impression, Yar started checking everything with care. The result was the same: ‘The Scythe of Fury’ was installed like a native one, and it even seemed to him as though the subsequent installations were taking place in a shorter timeframe.
Wow! It’s great that there are no contradictions or messages from the System. What did I do again to mean that everything didn’t go as it should?
Thoughts rushed into his head like frightened lemmings, Demiurge is only an instrument. Perhaps, only one explanation is possible: the excessive investment of my energy in foreign sources influenced not only the spectrum of the glow, but it has also affected the very energy of the sources of the Shadows, making them more susceptible to my interference. Well, I will try further ... Yar
just couldn’t stop experimenting.
All the medical units—‘The Archer of Darkness’, ‘The Thunder Shield’, and even Armageddon and the Gap Spindle—were set in the best possible way.
What an imba! Cool! Well, I am a monster and a demiurge.
However, Yar pondered for a long time before deciding to be cautious. He left all the healing blocks, ‘The Thunder Shield’ and ‘The Archer of Darkness’, which suited the elves best.
Yar thought on with some satisfaction, “ That’s all I am leaving .”
But fate had seemingly chosen its own way, different from Yar’s vision. The System sent him an unexpected announcement.
Chapter 9. Transmutation and ImmunoSuppression
A ttention!
A complex transformation spell has been implemented.
Impact:
Magical transmutation
Physiological immunosuppression
* Hidden addition, available only to the Founders of the schools of magic (one condition, one action):
Accept / Reject?
There was a spare line beneath. Yar, without thinking twice, noted ‘Accept’ and dictated, “Condition: betrayal. Action: Cancellation of transferred opportunities and progress.”
“Well, the supplement is very useful, but I’d like to know what this unfamiliar word ‘ImmunoSuppression’ means. The first part of the word, most likely, is related to immunity, but the second ‘suppression’ is not clear.”
Yar repeated the word several times. “Suppression. Suppression is very similar to aggression. Well, I’ll deal with it later.”
Yar came out. The Shadows continued to stand in the same positions he had shown them to, and the message popping up from the system wasn’t at all surprising. The content, however, was shocking.
Attention:
The greatest global achievement of the Belt of the Worlds.
Wizard ????? made the Great Work. A complete magical Transmutation and physiological Immunosuppression have been achieved for the first time.
Achievement Unlocked: Transformer
Achievement Unlocked: Founding Father
Premium Awards:
Ability: Transforming (creatures, spells, artifacts, substances)
Skill: Transmutation Master of the 16th rank.
+ 2 Adaptation
+ 2 pairing
+ 3 Modification
3,000 Stat points premium (no limit of the main points of distribution)
30 million gold
Note:
* Due to the all-encompassing importance of the act for all the Belt of the Worlds, this notification has partially lifted the ‘Incognito’ status restrictions. Only the name is hidden.
“Cool! This is my second great achievement. The first was for the EWIS, apparently. I really did something great. I understand the accomplishment of ‘Transformer’, but why I am the ‘Founding Father’ is not clear at all. Maybe in order to reach the “Founding Father” level, I needed to a certain level and development? Well, let the wizards of the Academy think on this question. I don’t have time now. I wonder how long the Shadows can stand still? Looks like it’s easy for them,” he mulled.
“Hang up!” Yar ordered and brought up the message about the EWIS, which struck him so much initially, for all to see,
Attention!
Shadow Mist Certo, 2 EWIS were detected (parasites’ viability is maximum)
Shade of Geir Ama, 3 EWIS were detected (parasites’ viability is maximum)
The reaction of the Shadows was predictable. It seemed as though they hadn’t expected to see such information. This was not only a stunning warning issued by the Master, the Shadows were also shocked by the messages that came from the System for no reason at all. Yar saw how their faces changed and their lips moved, rereading the news, again and again.
Can’t they believe it? Yar thought.
Mist Certo and Geir Ama were the only ones who didn’t understand what was happening at that moment. They looked at their companions and frowned more and more. Yar didn’t want to aggravate the tense situation, and so he immediately addressed them.
“Mist, Geir, don’t worry! I’m planning to fix everything. To be honest, I have encountered such a situation for the first time. I need to ask you a few questions, and we should all prepare more thoroughly: you, me and your fellow companions.”
“Hey, Shadows.” Yar turned to the other elves who were studying the message that came from the system. “Can someone bring the data to the attention of the public?” Yar asked.
The elf who had problems with his right hand responded first, and everyone saw the message:
Ava Ekel
Attention!
Third-party intervention of the highest order (duration 27 seconds) was made.
Change / Reject is impossible
The School of the Magic of Affects (the Founder is Yar Row Dark) was mastered.
Adept status has been assigned.
The total magical transformation was initiated (the effectiveness of all magic skills and abilities + 25%)
The source was increased + 32% (efficiency + 43%)
Modernization of the wired channels was performed (efficiency + 61%)
Two power knots of the right hand were recreated (100% recovery)
The following new spells are ready for use:
Minor Treatment
Minor Medical Diagnosis
Resuscitation
The First Medical Unit (three spells, sequence 1,1,1)
The Second Medical Unit (three conjugating, sequence of triggering 2,1,1)
The Third Medical Unit (four spells, the sequence of triggering 2,3,1,1)
The Thunder shield
The Archer of Darkness
It turned out great, I didn’t even dare to expect such a great result, Yar thought.
He didn’t like the behavior of the Shadows though because, again, all fifty thousand elves were now kneeling and singing an incomprehensible song—obviously a very ancient song, more like a hymn. Yar had to stand like an idol, as, solemnly and selflessly, his Shadows sang. At the end of choral singing, Yar said emphatically and loudly to get ahead of any possible rituals, looking at both Leil and Uyu Elsi, “Stand up! I order it! Try out these spells! Right now!”
The Shadows jumped instantly as Yar shouted in a commanding voice,
“Look! Remember!”
He noted mentally, It seems that the elves have begun to get used to me. There is no longer that fanatical veil over their eyes.
Yar, snatching The North Flayer, cut his hand.
What a fool I am! Why did I need to cut so deeply? Now, it just hurts.
He used the First Medical Unit. Three broad green stripes swept across Yar’s body, and the wound on his outstretched hand healed right before their eyes. He made another sharp knife stroke and repeated his actions.
“Imagine what treatment you need most of all, how the wound heals. Wish it to happen, and put all your emotions behind it. Open your heart. Don’t be afraid, don’t be embarrassed, and try to do everything sincerely,” Yar instructed the Shadows.
“Start!” He pointed to one of the elves. He, perhaps from excessive zeal, stripped his hand to the bone without even wincing. Uyu wasn’t taken aback and applied treatment.
A minute later, the elves selflessly cut themselves and sincerely rejoiced that they were able to use the new magic. The elves went wild with joy, and when they got to the bow and shield, it all went beyond the limits of decency.
Only Mist and Geir, barely holding their tears back, stood apart and were visibly worried. Yar signaled to them to follow him. They moved away into the forest, where it wasn’t so noisy. There were several large stones there, which were very convenient for what Yar had planned.
“Come on. Sit down so that you feel comfortable. Calm down, and don’t bother yourself with negative emotions at such a crucial moment. Believe me. You will have magical skills, and with due diligence, you will become very strong. Maybe you will be the strongest
of all. You certainly have all the makings for it. I didn’t tell anyone, but I will tell you as an exception. Betraying me, which means the betraying of the whole clan, will lead to the loss of everything you have been granted. I repeat, everything .”
This statement didn’t seem to make them hesitate at all. According to the expressions of their faces, he realized that they wouldn’t refuse, even if he offered to cut them into small pieces as a test.
Chapter 10. Surgery
I t was warm and sunny, and a light, gentle breeze was blowing. The mild summer light, hidden behind a veil of cirrus clouds, had already passed the noon and seemed to be peeping into a small crack, giving adoration and care to the magical forest, which, in turn, received its royal benevolence with gratitude. There were several huge boulders in the midst of the incredible beauty of the meadow flowers, and small lizards that glittered like jewels ran through them. These lively gems seemed to dance, twitching amusingly, catching bright and beautiful moths as they went.
There, in the midst of this indescribable magical poetry, leaning against the benevolent stone guards, three warriors were quietly and leisurely talking: a man and two incredibly beautiful elf-girls, with an unusual skin color that made them look tremendous.
These two beautiful girls could tell stories well. Yar didn’t even expect this, because he thought that their magical attraction would prevent him from perceiving information, but he didn’t guess correctly this time. At first, the story of their childhood fascinated him. Everything was secret there: their place of residence somewhere in the caves of the desert planet Allatorn, their teachers, and the secret knowledge they received. Then they told about their tragedy: how the Watchers found them, and what the elf-girls had to endure—prison cells, interrogations and endless torture. Yar interrupted the girls.
“Who are the Watchers?”
Geir Ama responded first. She visibly shuddered at the memory, but she answered quite confidently, “This is the omnipotent service of the light elves that regulates the talented dark elves. The WS for short.”
All this time, Yar gradually studied everything that was possible: from their aura to their stats. However, he couldn’t shake his feeling of dissatisfaction, as if he had missed something very significant.
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