My eyes opened to a land of blackness, a void in reality where nothing existed, even my own existence was merely an illusory wisp of consciousness.
"Through greed or by chance, you have found my soul and used it to convert your core, hereby claiming yourself as my heir, and gaining the right of learning the true art of Potential of Life!" A voice boomed in the void, reverberating back off of invisible walls.
"Now listen up, for this is a memory fragment I left, and this will not be repeated a second time. From the beginning, dragons ruled both the sky and the earth, ruling over humans like shepherds. A split in the dragon's mentality appeared and dragons offered to teach humans their magic! Everybody who they offered accepted, Except me! In my mind the dragons would never disappear as the overlords of humanity if we used their magic against them. So thus, armed with a myriad of weapons and armor, I fought tens to hundreds of battles with dragons by myself, each time ending in defeat but each time I won, for I came closer to realizing what made humanity strong!"
The void bloomed into color as the voice talked, first swirling into thousands of different colored dragons flying through the sky, before swirling into a grey dragon talking to a group of humans. The images swirled into a man in his thirties who walked away from a red dragon before swirling into the same man armed with full plate and a spear wielded in the right hand and a shield in his left running towards a dragon. The void then showed the spearhead breaking on contact with the dragon but not without a few shards getting stuck in its scales.
"Every time I used a weapon I became more proficient with wielding it, each time I fought I realized that I could not fight effectively with heavy armors, each time I fought I dragon I realized that they had weak points innate to their race! Thus, I chose for my weapon to fight the dragons to not be an Axe, neither a sword, nor a spear, but myself, for we adapt to become stronger, every time I ran in defeat I Discovered What I did wrong, and eventually, I decided, that rigid weapons that could not change were useless, armor that would bend to easily to force was weak! The only thing that could fight with flexibleness but sturdiness in the face of overwhelming force was the body!"
Each swirl showed the man aging but also becoming more skillful in each swing or thrust of a weapon, and each year showed less and less armor on the man to where eventually after countless retreats and countless years, the man was without weapon or armor, facing dragons with nothing but his bare fists. Each fist would crush a scale and every jump would cause Stalactites to fall!
"Eventually my fists were never enough, I could break scales with my hands and cause mountains to tremble with my feet, but I could never kill a dragon. In a fortuitous encounter, I met a dragon-slayer named Acnologia, in which He then proceeded to wipe the floor with me. However, in that battle I found the one thing I was missing, Magic…"
The void swirled to show a rather muscular young man with long, dark blue colored hair punching the man now in his mid-thirties, with a fist covered in soul blue colored light.
"So thus, for a year I wandered studying magic, and after that year, after finding no magic that would complement my will, I decided to make my own. What were these things called cores, merely containers of magic, located in a specific region of the body, I decided that this was useless, how would the magic help if it was merely stored in one place and then released but could never stay?"
"I then researched the human body, in which I found a fascination with the veins, how the blood nourished the muscles but never left the body, this became the basis of my art, the core would become like veins and magic would become like blood!"
"The entire process was painful, and in multiple instances I almost died, but after a week, I molded my core into ethereal veins, in which most of the magic actually leaked into my bone and muscle, with the magic that wasn't suffused left my body to join the magic in the air to by reabsorbed through my breathing!"
"This will be the first history lesson you get, my memory fragments will be locked until your veins reach the second level of potential of life, Demi! Being half mortal half god!"
In the dilapidated halls of the monastery two people looked into the gold chamber where the massacre occurred, everything having a light layer of dust on it.
"We've struck it rich! Gold, actual gold! Quick mine it up!"
The two-people covered by their dark clothing as well as the darkness of the hall raised their hands as the gold started melting upwards into a ball eventually revealing the still kneeling form of Qui*.
"Hold on... Bro, is that a human? I think that is, and he's still alive! Quick if we can bring him to the Mortal's End Arena we might make a fortune! He's been entombed here for who knows how long, he must be a wizard!"
*It's been awhile but Qui is the name of our protagonist pronounced coo-we. Stated by Lua (Lue-ah) in chapter 1 as she plunged a crystal into his stomach.
And… info dump, done. This will be the first of many. And yes, the creator of this magic is supposed to be eccentric, he refused dragon slaying magic purely on the principle of humanity which would be the same thing I would do. Even if I could never face against dragons and dragon-slaying magic looks cool.
And I just realized quite literally after editing this on FanFiction, that I named our protagonist's girlfriend after coding language...
For those of you who read this far, you've earned the right to criticism. please comment and tell me my mistakes. No, the chapter length is non-negotiable.