Chapter 1
A/N: We're back here again! For those who are new, hi and welcome to my fanfic. The first chapter is kind of an info dump and a throwaway world. It's about the Netflix show 'The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself,' but you can skip it. The real story starts in the second chapter, which should already be out. And no, not all chapters are this long; I just didn't want you to get bored
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In the UK, inside a particular town where a small stream of water was running—although it was big enough for houseboats to stay—one of those houseboats was compact and cozy, constructed primarily of warm-toned wood with rounded porthole windows allowing natural light to filter in. The interior was divided into distinct living areas, including a sleeping space, a kitchen, and a workspace. The sleeping area featured a raised bed with red bedding, positioned against the curved wall of the boat. Beneath the bed were storage drawers. A wooden bookshelf lined the nearby wall, filled with books and various trinkets.
A small wooden chair and desk were situated beside the bed, with an electric lantern and a globe resting on the surface. The kitchen area had a wooden countertop with a built-in sink. Hanging racks suspended glass bottles, herbs, and cooking utensils. A wood-burning stove was present, providing warmth and serving as a cooking source. There were shelves and cabinets for storing ingredients and supplies, and a teapot sat on the stove. The walls were adorned with small potted plants, giving the space a natural touch.
A guitar was propped against the wall, adding to the lived-in atmosphere. Overhead, glass bulbs hung from a rail, providing light. The boat's ceiling followed the curved shape of the structure, and the wooden planks gave the space a rustic charm. On the bed lay a young man in his early 20s. He had very dark blond hair with olive skin and stood about 6 feet 2 inches tall. He seemed to be peacefully asleep, as he muttered in his sleep, "hm, wan…da….maxi" only to be rudely awakened by a slap from literal magic itself.
Opening his eyes—also very dark blue—the young man looked around, confused for a second as he clutched his face. "Who slapped me?" he wondered as he looked around before memories flooded in—memories of the orphan Levi, who grew up in foster home after foster home, working part-time jobs in the hopes of buying a houseboat while dreaming of becoming a famous singer and guitarist. He had achieved the first goal by buying the boat, but the second one was still a work in progress. However, that would have to wait, as a different soul now inhabited Levi's body, and not just any soul—this soul was the champion of Goldie.
Like many other champions before him, he had a gift. Taking a deep breath, Levi smiled for a second as he stretched out his hand before speaking in a language so primal that no being in existence would recognize it, let alone hear it. "Oh magic, give me a sphere of fire," he said. Suddenly, blue light shined in his eyes as a sphere of fire appeared on his outstretched palm. That's right—the infamous fireball that every self-appointed mage should be able to cast. However, the power of this champion was the ability to literally speak to magic itself, and magic would simply listen.
Yet, the moment he successfully cast the spell, he felt it deep within his soul—a core that contained mana, the fuel for magic itself. But this core was a simple sphere, the most basic mage core, capable of holding only a small amount of mana. It granted the mage around ten minutes of continuous casting before running dry. Simple spells like minor elemental manipulation or weak barriers were all that could be managed before exhaustion set in. That's right, although Levi could speak to magic and cast spells, his core limited him. A simple core meant less mana storage, which meant he would run out of magic faster. Most importantly, the more powerful the spell he wanted to cast, the more mana it would consume.
Meaning that at this moment in time, he could only do basic spells like fireballs. However, this didn't bother him as he smiled. "It's fine anyway, I can upgrade my core by constantly absorbing ambient mana and strengthening it," he smiled as he played with the fireball. Once a spell was finished casting, it no longer required mana to sustain it as he had already paid the price. However, permanent spells required him to constantly apply mana to them, but that required his core to be upgraded several levels.
That is right, cores had levels—10 levels to be exact—with the size and strength of each core increasing with each level. Currently, Levi had a main goal, which was to get to core level 10, and other side goals, such as exploring the world from tip to toe. That is right, the reason the previous Levi, who died of a heart attack last night, went and bought a boathouse was not to stay tied down in one place. He wanted to explore the world as much as he could, hence why his professional goal aligned with his ambition. "With magic, becoming a guitarist/singer as well as exploring the world is not a problem," thought the current Levi, who also shared the same ambition, so he was fine with fulfilling the previous Levi's wishes.
Taking a deep breath and dismissing the fireball, which he could do, he then said, "Oh magic, allow me to sense everything inside the boat," which again took mana as a price but not enough to drain him, as his request was very simple and easy. Feeling every single thing inside the boat, including the mechanism of the boat, Levi checked the condition of his boat, which, aside from needing some cleaning at the bottom, had no other issues. The problem was inside the boat, as he sat up while yelling, "I knew you were here, you rat!" enunciating the word "rat" very, very hard as he saw the little critter that had been bothering him for days. "Oh magic, give me Mage's Hand," he cast again, spawning a hand that was slightly larger than his head, except that it was made out of pure mana, and he had control over it, which he then used to catch the rat, who was so shocked that it didn't move for a second.
"Finally caught you, you fucking rodent," Levi cursed as he faced the rat, who, upon seeing Levi's face, started to chirp unhappily. Levi said, "Oh, you are going to pay for those nights you kept me awake after I was tired from working all day listening to that fat bastard of a boss," he yelled, just for the rat to chirp even harder. Levi looked at him. "Are you cursing me?" he asked, completely baffled as the rat continued. So Levi said, "Oh magic, let me understand this rat," which admittedly consumed nearly all of his mana. But what he heard left him too stunned to speak. "You knuckle-dragging, honey-scrounging, grub—[bleep]—oafish—[bleep]—[bleep]-munching, mangy—[bleep]-nugget—[bleep]—" Levi then cut off the spell as he held the rat with Mage's Hand, confused, while the rat continued to chirp.
Its long insult was too human for Levi to think it was a normal rat. "Is this the hunter?" he asked himself as he looked at the rat. But remembering that his hunter was the incarnation of another form of magic caused him to shake his head as he used the last of his mana to fashion a cage out of some of his firewood for the rat. "You are staying here," he said to the rat, who continued to hurl insults at him. Levi then sat in a lotus position and meditated, where, after a few minutes of concentration, he entered a void where his simple core was, holding a very small amount of mana. So he started to draw ambient mana from the surroundings into his core, which refined it in the process, making it his own. In order to progress with his core, Levi would have to fill his core to the brim over and over again as well as deplete it repeatedly, which would strengthen the core. But there was a risk of it cracking, and a cracked core meant leaking magic, which wasn't good for anybody, especially him. So he had to be careful not to crack his core while also strengthening it.
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It was very late into the night, in front of a club, Levi could be seen exiting the club as behind him, a beautiful blonde woman yelled, "Come on, Levi, stay a little longer, even if you don't want to drink." But all Levi did was wave his hand as he walked away. "Gosh, I feel tired already," he sighed as he spent the entire evening performing and socializing, which was tiring as it was. But he had to go back home and meditate to strengthen his core, which fortunately allowed him to recover physically and somewhat mentally. After he walked for a while, as he was heading back to his boat, his attention was suddenly grabbed by something as he looked ahead. It was completely dark outside, so the bright orange and dark purple light caught his eye. Levi curiously muttered.
"Oh magic, allow me to see the magic in the limited surroundings," which consumed some mana but not a whole lot. In turn, the world's colors faded as they were replaced by floating fluorescent lights, which was the mana. And as he thought, the source of the orange and purple lights was magic. "From what Goldie said, this world specifically had magic, so I was wondering when I was going to stumble into one, but I didn't think it was going to be on my first day," he thought as he walked forward for a bit, only to be startled when suddenly a woman was thrown out, with charged lightning across her body as she fell flat on her back. Then, it was followed by a man whose hands were ablaze, but he quickly swatted them away as he walked towards the woman.
She fired jets of fire, but the man countered with lightning, which he then used to overpower the woman before he pinned her down and started to strangle her. Black smoke escaped from the woman's face and was absorbed into the man's face, which had some dark tribal tattoos. The woman then suddenly bled from her nose before going limp as he ripped her heart out, while the man's body overcharged with lightning, inhaling in ecstasy. The man suddenly turned towards Levi, who was standing there, shocked as his heart beat wildly, which he noticed as the man walked towards him. Levi wanted to take a step back involuntarily, but his body wouldn't move, so he placed his hand on his heart and chanted, "Oh magic, calm my mind and rid me of fears," which immediately calmed his beating heart that he nearly coughed up as he calmed down.
However, all that the man heard was Levi chanting in an unknown language before he said, "Ah, another Fairborn for me to consume." He smiled as electricity charged through his hand into a whip, but suddenly, Levi turned to the side as he chanted, "Oh magic, shield me from my enemies' eyes." More of his mana was consumed, bringing him down to half, but he achieved his goal as he disappeared right in front of the man, who looked around and yelled, "There is nowhere to hide, Fairborn!" as he discharged electricity in a radius with himself at the center. But Levi was nowhere to be seen. The man continued to shoot electrical beams everywhere, but that was when suddenly, a chant sounded in his ear, a chant so primal, so ancient that it put the fear of God into him.
The chant was short, and to those who understood it, it said, "Magic, give me an ice spike," which Levi used to impale the man from the back and through his mouth, killing him. As he came out of his invisibility, Levi watched as the man, or witch, fell to the ground with a lifeless thud. As the invisibility faded away, Levi suddenly noticed the presence of three people—a barely eighteen-year-old white British girl, a half-mixed barely eighteen-year-old boy, and a white-haired man in his late twenties who looked like he had been high for far too long. "A blood witch," said the girl as Levi frowned. "Did they just teleport? Never mind that, why do they keep calling me a blood witch or fairborn witch?" he wondered as the white-haired man spoke.
"No, he isn't a blood witch," he smiled mischievously, which Levi didn't like, as the boy said, "Then he is a fairborn." The girl followed with, "With the council, they already found us," which just further confused Levi as he thought, "Fairborn, blood, and council of witches… interesting." He thought before an idea came to mind as he silently chanted, "Magic, give me the memories of the enemy I just killed," as he looked down, but nothing happened, which he kind of expected. "Too high of a mana required," he said before having another idea. "Then give me his common sense," he said, which finally consumed mana—nearly all of it—just leaving a tiny sliver. Even then, Levi could feel the strain his core was experiencing.
However, what took his attention from the core strain was the common sense he suddenly had as he thought, "That makes sense. A witch in this world awakens their gift at seventeen, which is a specific ability they can use, meaning they can only use that ability, like the fire fairborn witch and the lightning blood witch that I just killed." He paused before pondering, "But there are also spells and potion-making. Also, blood witches can gain new abilities by consuming another witch's heart, although that itself seems exclusive. It also explains why that blood witch was ripping out the heart of that fairborn witch. But why didn't he use the fire ability he gained from doing so?" However, he didn't get to ponder further as a car pulled up. "Well, gotta go, the council is here," said the white-haired man as he did some weird spell, which conjured up a portal that all three of them went through.
Levi turned around just as the car was pulling up, and from inside, he saw armed people, which made him sigh as he ran after the portal before entering just as it closed. The moment he entered, he appeared in a completely different place where he saw the trio, who were walking away, look back at him. Levi looked at them for a second before going the opposite way as he looked at the signs of the nearby buildings, which were in French. "Huh, France… I always wanted to explore France," he thought as he shifted his guitar case to the opposite side and smiled. "I hope that rat doesn't starve while I am away," he thought. Strangely, that accursed rat had kind of grown on him as he set off to explore France—well, Paris, to be specific.
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Levi sat cross-legged on the rooftop of a quiet Parisian building, eyes closed, as the last traces of his meditation faded. His mana reserves, once drained to a sliver, now brimmed with energy, flowing through his body like an unseen current. He exhaled slowly, feeling his core settle into a comfortable hum. The city stretched out before him, bathed in the golden hues of the late afternoon sun. The Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, its iron lattice casting intricate shadows over the cityscape, while the Seine River gleamed, reflecting the fiery glow of the setting sun. The streets below bustled with life—tourists chattering in a blend of languages, locals hurrying along with their routines, and performers entertaining crowds in the open squares.
Levi hopped off the ledge, landing effortlessly in a quiet alley before stepping out into the main street. He could already feel it—eyes lingering on him longer than they should, gazes flicking away the moment he met them. It wasn't the usual attention he was used to; no, this was different. A calculated wariness. His fingers tightened around the strap of his guitar case as he thought, "Right, not only are there many blood witches here, but it's a custom to pay your way in if you wish to enter another witch's territory. Otherwise, they might try to kill you." A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He hadn't paid a single coin, which meant, in their eyes, he was trespassing. He was going to get hunted. But he ignored it.
Instead, Levi strolled toward the nearest square, taking in the sights. The Notre-Dame Cathedral stood in its gothic majesty, its twin towers stretching toward the heavens, gargoyles perched like silent sentinels watching over the city. Tourists snapped photos, marveling at the intricate stonework, while street performers juggled, danced, and played instruments for loose change. With a sigh, Levi found an open space and unslung his guitar. He strummed a few chords, letting the sound blend into the natural rhythm of the city before diving into a song. The mundane humans—the fains, as witches called them—gathered, drawn in by the smooth melody. Some swayed to the tune, others clapped along, and a few tossed coins into his open case.
Among the crowd, the witches watching him lingered. Their gazes were sharp, assessing. They knew what he was. Levi simply smirked and kept playing.
He moved on after an hour, exploring the Louvre next. The grand museum's glass pyramid entrance glowed under the artificial lights, standing in stark contrast to the ornate palace surrounding it. Inside, he meandered through halls of history and art, weaving past tourists admiring the Mona Lisa's mysterious smile. The entire time, he could still feel them—witches keeping their distance but never too far. Every now and then, he'd catch a glimpse of one in his periphery, a shadow moving unnaturally fast or a reflection that didn't quite match the person standing there. He ignored them.
As the evening deepened, Levi found himself at Montmartre, the artistic heart of Paris. Cobblestone streets wound up the hill, leading to the grand Basilica of Sacré-Cœur, its white domes glowing under the city lights. The steps were alive with people—painters capturing the view, lovers lost in each other, and musicians filling the air with jazz and folk songs. Levi took a seat on the steps, pulled out his guitar, and started playing once more. People gathered, smiles lighting up their faces as they listened. A few women giggled among themselves before one approached boldly and kissed his cheek. "For the music," she said, winking before rejoining her friends. Levi huffed in amusement.
It wasn't the last time that happened. As he explored the city, moving from the Arc de Triomphe to the Champs-Élysées, and eventually to the banks of the Seine, he continued playing, drawing people in wherever he went. Sometimes, a girl would tug on his arm, asking for a picture or even stealing a quick kiss. He took it all in stride, grinning as he let himself simply enjoy the moment. All the while, the witches followed. Levi never acknowledged them. Never made eye contact. Never flinched when he felt their presence close in. He was trespassing in their domain, walking through their territory like he owned the city. And that? That was going to make things interesting.
The crisp evening air carried the scent of freshly baked bread and the lingering aroma of Parisian cafés as Levi stepped out of the boutique, adjusting the cuffs of his newly acquired Victorian-style coat. The dark fabric fit snugly against his frame, with silver buttons gleaming under the glow of the streetlights. The long tails of the coat swayed with each step, complementing the high-collared shirt beneath. He had even gone so far as to buy a matching hat, which now rested comfortably atop his head, adding an air of old-world charm.
The store clerk had complimented him on the look before he left, remarking how the ensemble suited him—how it made him seem like a relic of the past walking through modern streets. Levi had merely smiled at the comment, secretly pleased. With his guitar slung over his back, he truly looked like he didn't belong in this timeline. And he liked that.
The streets of Paris had begun to shift. The lively crowds of the day had dwindled, replaced by a quieter, more subdued atmosphere. Stars twinkled overhead, their soft light reflecting off the Seine as Levi considered his next move. Finding accommodations for the night seemed like a logical next step— Then he stopped. The realization hit him like a cold wave. The streets, once humming with the sounds of passing cars and late-night wanderers, had fallen silent. Too silent. No fains in sight. No distant murmurs of conversation. Even the flickering streetlights seemed dimmer, casting longer, more ominous shadows.
His fingers twitched, and he closed his eyes briefly before murmuring under his breath: "Oh magic, calm my heart and mind." A familiar sensation washed over him, like a cool breeze threading through his veins. His heartbeat steadied, his thoughts cleared, and the creeping tension in his muscles eased as magic took the appropriate amount of mana from him. But he wasn't done. "Oh magic, increase my reflexes and speed."
Another surge of energy flowed through him—not overwhelming, but enough. His senses sharpened, his perception of movement grew clearer, and his body felt lighter. He hadn't pushed himself to a superhuman level, but he was now operating at the peak of human capability. And it was just in time. A sudden shift in the air behind him. The faint rustle of something thick and unnatural cutting through the stillness. Levi's instincts screamed, and he moved—just barely dodging as a massive vine shot past where he had been standing, cracking the cobblestone beneath it with sheer force.
He turned, gaze locking onto three figures emerging from the walls of the surrounding buildings, their bodies slipping through stone like phantoms before solidifying before him. Two men—broad-shouldered, their movements precise and disciplined—and a woman with piercing green eyes that seemed to glow faintly in the dark. No words were exchanged. No threats, no warnings. They attacked.
The first man, a towering figure with short-cropped hair, hurled a glass vial in Levi's direction. Levi's eyes flicked to it mid-air, catching the viscous, glowing blue liquid inside. Instinct screamed at him to dodge, and he leaped to the side just as the vial shattered against the ground, releasing a thick, white mist. The scent of sulfur burned his nostrils, and within seconds, the cobblestones where the mist touched began to hiss and melt. Acid. Levi didn't get a chance to recover before the second man, leaner but just as deadly, flicked his wrist, sending another vial flying toward him. Levi spun on his heel, his coat billowing as he barely avoided the projectile, which exploded into a burst of jagged black spikes upon impact with the wall behind him. A constriction around his ankle. The vine.
It wrapped around his leg in an instant, coiling like a snake before yanking him off his feet. Levi slammed into the ground, gritting his teeth as he twisted, reaching for the knife hidden beneath his coat, one that he just bought after the number of witches increased from the initial 1 to 3. The woman, standing further back, held her hand out, fingers splayed. The vines responded to her command, tightening around his limb as she threw another potion—this one filled with a shimmering gold liquid. Levi had no intention of letting it hit him. With a sharp inhale, he pointed his free hand at the ground beneath him. "Oh magic, blast away my restraints."
Magic surged from his palm, a controlled pulse of force exploding outward. The shockwave snapped the vine at its base, sending Levi rolling backward just as the golden potion shattered where he had been a moment before. A wave of warmth radiated from the liquid as it spread, coating the ground in a honey-like substance that hardened almost instantly. A trap. Had he been a second slower, he would have been stuck. No time to think.
Levi sprang to his feet, kicking off his fallen hat as he lunged at the leaner man. The witch barely had time to react before Levi's guitar swung upward, its weight slamming into his ribs with a resounding crack. The force sent the man staggering back, dropping another vial in the process. It shattered at his feet, and an explosion of icy frost burst outward, freezing his own legs to the ground. One down. Levi pivoted just as the first man—still standing—rushed him with another vial in hand. Levi ducked low, sweeping his leg beneath him. The man stumbled, but he recovered quickly, throwing the potion downward at point-blank range. Levi shot his hand out, grabbing the man's wrist mid-throw. The liquid sloshed dangerously in its container.
For a moment, there was a silent struggle—both of them holding onto the vial. Then Levi twisted sharply. The man's grip faltered just enough. Levi wrenched the potion from his grasp and, with a flick of his wrist, hurled it toward the woman still controlling the vines.
Her eyes widened in shock before the potion exploded against her chest. A violet haze erupted upon impact, and she gasped, her movements faltering as the remaining vines around Levi withered away. A paralysis potion. That left only one. The first man growled, charging again. But Levi was ready. He sidestepped, allowing the man's momentum to work against him, before slamming the body of his guitar into the back of his skull. The sound of wood meeting bone echoed through the empty street. The man staggered once, twice—then collapsed. Silence.
Levi exhaled, rolling his shoulders. His guitar had a few scratches but was otherwise fine. His clothes, however, were a different story—dust-covered and slightly torn at the hem. With a sigh, he bent down, retrieving his hat and placing it back atop his head. He adjusted it slightly before glancing at the three unconscious witches sprawled around him.
Then, shaking his head with an amused smirk, he slung his guitar over his shoulder before he turned around, just to see the same two girls and boy who were with the white-haired man. Except this time, they were alone, and they were out of breath as they looked at the three witches he had dealt with, making Levi sigh as he said, "You really have to stop coming to me at the worst time possible. Now I look like I hunt witches for a living." The girl replied, "Really? Because this is the second time it happened," as the young man finished her sentence, "You know what they say, one is an accident, and two is a pattern."
Which made Levi sigh as he replied, "No, it's one is an accident, two is a coincidence, and three is a pattern. And I don't attack people, I only defend myself, hence why you are not lying on the floor." They looked at each other before the girl asked, "Why are you dressed like a French noble prince from the sixteenth century?" Levi tried to explain before giving up, "Why am I even explaining myself to kids?" He walked away, and thankfully, they didn't follow him as they hurried somewhere else. So he minded his own business and found a quiet motel for the night, where he meditated, strengthening his core, draining it, refilling it, then restoring it. It was quite the mental exercise, but he enjoyed the draining part as he got to test different spells, like making himself float several inches above the ground or trying to expand the space inside the room.
It was very draining. He also tried enhancing his strength and other physical attributes, but again, his current limit was peak human. He also attempted to cast magic silently, but doing so made a single fireball consume so much mana that it left him dry. If he hadn't quickly meditated and endured the excruciating emptiness of his core, it would have cracked. Fortunately for him, he was able to recover a sliver of mana so that he didn't experience drought, and that was when he swore never to try silent casting again. He also tried dual casting, which didn't work, and layered casting, where he cast multiple of the same spell, but that was highly inefficient as it consumed mana just to do the same thing.
He was better off coming up with spells on the fly that suited the situation, and that was what he did. For four days straight, he played the guitar, ate, and practiced. His hard work finally paid off as Levi's core was not only denser than it had ever been, but it was also soft. That's right, it was soft—it wobbled like a ball of water as mana moved inside it. But this was by design, as with a soft core, Levi could finally progress to the next stage, which was turning his simple sphere core into a perfected sphere. A perfect sphere was a refined version of the simple sphere, allowing a slightly larger mana pool and extending casting time to about 30 minutes. The mage could now cast basic offensive spells like firebolts or minor illusions without running out too quickly. Or if he was dumb enough, he could try silent casting, but he would only be able to cast simple spells three times before he ran out.
After he turned his simple sphere core soft, which required the core to be strengthened as a less dense core could just burst when it became soft, he advanced from a simple sphere to a perfect sphere. The moment he did so, Levi spent the next hour filling his core to the brim. That's right, to the brim. Once he was done, he finally got up and stretched. "Finally, I advanced," he smiled happily. The reason why he wanted to advance so fast, aside from growing stronger, was simply because the witches in Paris were getting bolder and more restless. The last time he went out, there were as many as seven witches tailing him, hence why he advanced so quickly. But he wasn't happy about advancing so fast. "Hm, I should spend another day strengthening the core. The denser the early stages of my core are, the more I benefit from future cores." It was like spending more time on the basics so that his advanced techniques would be much more powerful, and he wanted to go that route, but unfortunately, he was in a situation, hence why he advanced. "Never again. Next time, I will strengthen my core a lot more," he sighed before he finally decided to leave and get a cup of tea. But while he was enjoying his tea, he was approached by a group of people. From the way they dressed, Levi knew who they were. "Guess the Fairborn hunters have finally arrived," he sighed as a man sat in front of him. The man had a slender build with short, neatly styled hair. His attire typically consisted of formal clothing. He was actually one of the people that arrived before Levi jumped into the portal. In fact, he was driving the first car that arrived. Standing beside him was a cadet in training, probably the same age as Levi, followed by an older woman who seemed like a veteran, and lastly, there was a big black man who was also a veteran. Well, they all were. They were trained in combat to hunt blood witches.
"You are a very hard man to track," said the man who sat in front of him as Levi placed his cup down before looking at him. He was not afraid, even without magic, nor did he seem nervous despite being surrounded by guns. "Come on, it's customary to introduce yourself when you are meeting someone new for the first time," Levi said as he looked at the man, who looked down for a second, pondering before he said, "Ah, you are right, you are right. I am Soul, Soul O'Brien," he said as Levi nodded. "You can call me Levi. So, I'm guessing you are not here to leave New York, am I right?" he asked, to which O'Brien nodded as he said, "No, I… I am here to ask you where Annalisse and Nathan are?" but all he got was a confused reaction from Levi, who asked,
"And I am supposed to know who they are?" This got a groan from Soul, who said, "It was a loyal pirate, and now we got another loyal one," before pointing his finger toward the girl beside him. "That is Jessica Byrn. She is very, very good at breaking down loyal individuals, as I recently found out," he said as Jessica, in question, smiled sadistically, which just made Levi sigh as he said, "I was hoping to have a nice relaxing evening after a hard day of work, but looks like I won't have a choice." As one of the hunters tried to grab Levi—key word, tried—Levi sighed, "You know what? I am mentally exhausted to deal with you, so, peace." He chanted in a second, "Oh magic, take me far away from here but don't leave me dry," as he disappeared, reappearing far away, perhaps too far, as he appeared in a grass field in the middle of nowhere.
"Well, this is interesting," he smiled as above his head was an upside-down fracture in reality, which grabbed his attention. He got up before inspecting the fracture. "Hmm," he thought before an idea came to mind. "Hey magic, can you open it up a little so I can jump in?" he said in a primal voice. He didn't expect anything to happen, but suddenly, nearly 80% of his mana was gone. 80%, and this is keeping in mind the fact that Levi had already advanced his core by a step. So, the fact that nearly 80% of his mana was consumed spoke volumes about what had just happened. He thought, "This better not be a portal to some fucking stupid place like Egypt," as he then entered the portal that appeared.
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A/N a new day and a new fanfic don't worry