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Magic and Elder Tale

Chapter 9

Caves in the general mindset they were large cavernous holes in the ground that people could explore some held different species of animals which had evolved since light did not go past the entrance allowing for a different type of creature. They had been instrumental in human kinds beginning as places of shelter and rest as they raised their next generation before civilization developed they were also known to contain different materials such as gold, silver, copper, tin and others. During the advance in fantasy writing they was a main setting for stories whether it be where fantasy monsters rested or perhaps the location of an old powerful artefact that had to be recovered for whatever reason. Many people for different reasons enjoyed cave diving or exploring them for their important info0rmation on the past or even for any reason.

"I fucking hate caves" However some people did not enjoy the experience of being enveloped by stone on nearly all sides in fact caves for some people were a terrifying concept as it was small compact, damp and filled with many different objects.

Case in point was the words of a human wizard moving slowly and quietly a set of charms around his body preventing the senses of sound and smell to permeate down the long wide dark grey tunnels as they split into many directions tempting a person to explore deeper. Whilst no so sound or smell travelled down the tunnels alerting the denizens of these caves that did not prevent light though there was little he could do to prevent it else he be lost deep inside a cave with no light to guide his way and give him the undeniably vital sense of sight.

"I really need to create a night vision spell" Talking to himself whilst there was no other soul to hear him was a normal occurrence for the wizard as he trekked down the tunnels his wand pointing directly ahead a white light hovering above his head. The tunnels of this cave were very much the image of a horror scene as fat white silk webs hung across the pathways either preventing the usage of a passage or intimidating any person who may enter the abode. The sound of crunching bone did nothing to assist as the remnants of people who had come before him were strewn apart all over the cold floor piece by piece in what Nats imagination could only be a horrific death.

As he progressed forward his body alert and ready for an instant fight he pulled open the menu vial his left hand and went onto the quest missions revealing to him the amount of arachnids he had been given the privilege of eradicating with extreme prejudice. He cared not about what any person would say about his beliefs when it came to the ease he had butchered them with alongside the complete utter hatred he had for the Arachnid race. The animal creature loving people could argue all they wanted about the preservation and one sided hatred for an insect but he still gave no shits Arachnids alongside insects and other non vertebrae were the worst sort of creatures, one which was easily disposed of. Though in his own opinion there were the few rare exceptions of beauty among their race creatures that were both beautiful and majestic. At first thoughts two came to mind the beautiful and elegant butterfly with is interesting patterns and colours as well as the noble bumblebee that allowed for life to exist because of their tireless work with pollination it was just a shame that they were becoming even rarer as the years went by.

Silently vanishing another cobweb he hadn't bothered counting them as there were so many of the blasted things he activated his menu the familiar screen floating before him on his left as he multi tasked. Pressing on the buttons required he was soon welcomed by the quest box informing him of what he had to do to get the payment turns out it was to slay a hundred and fifty of the fucking creatures alongside the queen.

Suffice to say it was not a job he liked but at least he wouldn't have to be looking after the Merlin dammed buggers that task could be left to the crazy people such as Hag rid and the great grandchildren of Newt Scamander. He was lucky though in a way as killing something was far easier than saving it and he had no qualms with the killing of insects even oversized ones so long as they stayed far the fuck away.

As for the amount of the eight legged bastards he had slain so far he was only at seventeen meaning that he had another hundred and thirty three to deal with and a queen who without doubt would be even more annoying. Closing down the men u he peered down the corridors that appeared to stretch on forever either enticing people to explore or to show how many spiders could fit in the location.

"If it wasn't for the bloody treasure I'd fucking Fiendfyre these wankers" The more explicit language he was using quite easily reflected his current state of mind destroying yet another cobweb as he delved deeper undoubtedly to the queens lair.

Crashing into a spider at rapid speed the magic disintegrated its opponent into simple black ash not even the sparkles and bubbles that usually occurred was shown as the remains of the spider just stayed in place like one would imagine a vampires remains after being out in sunlight. It just sat there unmoving no indication that there had been any form of life at all inwardly he smiled at what he had reduced this freak of nature to.

The Reductor curse alongside the Confringo curse were by far his most favourite spells in has vast arsenal whilst at first glance they may seem similar there were slight noticeable differences to those who used such magic on a common occasion. The Confringo or Blasting curse to give the more popular name was a spell that created an explosion causing high impact powerful damage where as the Reductor curse reduced obstacles to pieces most often to a fine mist or ash.

Depending on his opponent he changed his strategy something which became obvious as he entered the caves as his normal blasting curse turned to the more powerful and lethal Reductor class wiping all life that he came across.

The cave system he travelled on was not similar to the goblin caves he had invaded when he had first arrived a few days ago instead the spiders caves were far more primal not a single piece of architecture or a civilized race had any hint in this location. All that could be found here were the wide caves systems large capable of having horses ride through but instead of horses there was only the giant species.

His feet continuing to move forward whilst the rest of his body was actively scanning for any possible threat towards him, he was soon forced to stop as he came across the all too familiar trope of sudden high and wide open caverns. Slowly glancing up violet eyes took in the sight that would have made a certain Weasley faint on the spot.

Upon looking up he was given the view of a great deal of spiders their large hairy shape standing out predominately against the white silk of their webs as they moved in a slow methodical manner, if he remembered correctly there had been a sudden popularity rise in Acromantula skill clothing especially in France but considering it was France he assumed it would just be a passing faze. The amount on the walls would easily make a poor man filthy rich capable of earning him power and prestige just so long as they knew what to do with the material.

Now Nat liked to believe he was intelligent and it was for this exact reason why he had not ventured into the middle of this particular cave to gawk in surprise and fear as the spiders as they would sail down on their webs ambushing them leaving them open to attack. If one was to count the amount of horse sized arachnids they would say that it was around fifty to sixty and that was not including the thousands of beach ball sized eggs dotting all over the cavern undoubtedly each one housing another unborn member of their revolting race.

Despite his silence the floating lumos charm above his head alerted the spiders to his presence clicking their pincers together in a way showcasing their obvious need to feed on the snack that had wondered into their lair. Looking at the sheer amount of creatures as they descended their giant eyes locked onto him Nat expressed his general opinion of not only these spiders but all spiders whatever type or size they may be by his next actions.

"Fuck this shit" Flames poured forth from his wand like a tsunami engulfing all things before it not caring or judging what it consumed for these flames were no ordinary the heat originating from these flames were far hotter than any normal flame. He could feel it trying to boil his skin from his face as it soared above the temperature of the sun treating all substance near it like wax in a blow torch the only reason he was spared was for the fact that he was in control of this old dark spell as it twisted and turned begging to be loosed on all things living. As it raced towards the spiders cooking them alive like a wax in a blow torch it took on the shape of a dragon roaring high and mightily flying and crashing down with a sense of pristine beauty obliterating any who would dare oppose such a flame. As the creature burned with an almost sentience Nat ensured his mind was calm refusing to give into any form of emotion less he lose control of the magic and kill himself alongside the arachnids he was eradicating.

Fiendfyre was an old spell and a rather bloody useful one no one was sure when it first came to be but since its original debut it had been a rather beloved spell for those who had an interest in the dark arts although there were few people who could even hope to control such a power. The spell was used for wide eradication operations when nothing could be left to chance burning hotter than even the surface of the sun nothing other than magic could stop such a spell for it could only be killed if the caster knew the charm to either stop or force command of the spell that included water enchanted or otherwise.

He watched with concentration wrestling the spell as it demanded to be released from his orders and be allowed to run free to pursue and destroy all living things with gleeful speed. He had to be careful as the fire acted more like water flowing through the many tunnels that branched off from this chamber the sound of a high pitched tortured scream filled the air before promptly silenced ruthlessly by the red burning flames.

He could stop this spell now he had the power to perhaps he would allow the spiders to live and finish them off in person but he realised he could not be bothered casting more attacking spells would be a severe waste of his time the only thing that was in risk was the treasure that may be hidden.

Setting part of his magic to follow the job of subjugating the fire he concentrated on what he called treasure such as gold weapons armour as well as other things not wanting the risk of being burned he purposely made sure that there was more power in the upcoming spell than others. With a powerful amount of magic ready a silent Accio was cast calling forth all items he considered treasure whilst pulling open his jacket pocket to allow them to speed directly into safety.

As the treasure raced through the hall ways from wherever they may be located the wizard only gave a smug smile as he realised that he was going to ruin another den for dangerous monster which had no right to live. Still his magic was ready waiting for him to apparate it was during this time period as the fire raced through the cave system engulfing anything that came in its path that the first set of treasure came sprinting towards him undamaged since he had enough control over the spell to allow what he considered treasure to pass through it.

Time raced as the last few objects landed in his jacket pocket when the last few items a set of armour and weapons finally shrunk and joined all the other items and equipment he was carrying rapidly reacting to the feeling of the spell flooding the caves he promptly apparated out of the spider infested caves leaving them the mercies of Fiendfyre.

There was no crack as he arrived outside of the caves finding himself on the beach if he wanted to ensure that the damage of the spell was controlled he had to move quickly and efficiently. Loud explosions rocked the cliff side as multiple blasting curses slammed into the side in gout of red hot flames leaving large black scorch marks from where the impact had been. At the same time this occurred the rocks exploded outwards chucking rocks down in an incredible landslide like display as well as sending splintering shattered fragments of stone in all directions like bullets. It was only thanks to his knowledge of the curse that he was able to quickly summon up a shield charm defending himself from being impaled and torn to shreds by the rock.

Not wasting a moment of time he summoned up a gust of wind blowing away the large dust cloud that had coated the area allowing for him to see the result of his work. He gave an inwards breath of relief as the old cobweb filled passages could no longer be seen hidden both behind and under several metres of collapsed stone.

Fiendfyre was powerful even capable of destroying continents if left unchecked but I still had the problem that it required fuel to burn and oxygen to burn it was went without doubt that the spell would torch and consume all living things in the caves but it would run out of oxygen soon enough with the entrances to the caves collapsed.

Still he wanted to wait not willing to risk a major calamity if he vanished and his methods of fire prevention failed he could only hope that if it did come down to such a scenario he was powerful enough to contain it.

As he continued to stare at the entrances his eyes stern and his wand aimed at where the fire control would possibly burst from alongside a series of spells ready to combat the flame he pulled up the menu screen revealing the quest icon and more specifically the amount of dead spiders.

The scene was funny in a way as the number just kept increasing at a breakneck speed idly he noticed that the amount of new dead spiders would go up or down by a significant margin at times but that was most likely as the Fiendfyre encountered groups of more or less. As a result it took very little time before the counter was filled to the brim and the experience kept coming in as even more spiders burned inside their dark caves it would be a few minutes later when the queen was reported dead completing the quest in full allowing for him to return to the city and collect his reward.

His happiness with the situation leaving many dead spiders in the wake of his fiery dragon may have been changed if he had been aware that the fire had incinerated more than car sized spiders.

Inside the caves

A spider jumped back narrowly missing the blade of a level thirty samurai's katana beside the samurai was a level twenty three sorcerer, level twenty four summoner along with a level twenty nine assassin and twenty four guardian.

The group worked in tandem together the guardian in the front whose current job was to hold the line by playing the role of the tank in the group taking hit after hit with their shield and preventing their teammates from being attacked. Whizzing quickly by their head they looked to their left eyes widened as a fire ball a slight look of fear in them.

"Hey be careful" The player yelled a human male with a large shield kept close to their body whilst a long sword slashed as yet another member of the arachnid species came up.

"Sorry" The reply was one of guilt as the male elf sorcerer recovered from casting their fire ball spell callusing a large amount of damage to it the creature leaking black blood before the large sword of the guardian pierced through is head sending it back to wherever the spider came from in this game.

"Assassination" The yell of the upcoming attack revealed to the rest of the small party the skill being used as the werecat appeared out of thin air their blade poised to strike behind another spider who had been more concerned with the guardian. The precise strike of the assassin sunk straight into where the heart would be located on a real spider hitting its weak point and killing it instantly disappearing into bright multi coloured bubbles.

"Is that all you've got" The cry from the summoner echoed through the caves as their monster a dire wolf attacked leaped up an attacked the spider its large teeth ripping into the flesh of the spider tearing its leg of before aiming for another and then onto the spider head.

With the death of that spider came and end to all the spiders who the part had been on conflict with in that area of the caves system but they didn't celebrate they still had more to kill and most especially with the queen spider the largest and most powerful monster in the caves.

"Huh did you hear that" The other members looked at the assassin in a confused manner looking in both directions to see what their companion was on about.

"I didn't hear anything" The other continued forward for a little longer when they heard a strange noise it was a loud billowing noise like nothing they had heard before quickly turning around they looked in the direction they sound originated from.

"Is anyone else getting hot?" The guardian spoke quickly his head having a light sheen of sweat as the air grew warmer and warmer whilst the billowing noise increased getting louder and louder.

"What is that?"

"I don't know but I font really want to find out" Unanimously the rest of the party elected to follow the example of their summoned as he ran down the halls as if trying to escape the sudden and strange rise of heat that was occurring.

Roar

The loud billowing noise burst into an unfamiliar roaring sound unlike anything they had ever heard before primal, loud and powerful it was a creature who was running on basic instincts and those were to kill they didn't know what such a creature was but all their instincts screamed nonstop for them to run.

It didn't help the roaring got louder as did the heat they no longer cared about the spiders which approached them all they cared about was whatever was chasing them down like a predator chased its prey before it would eat it. As sweat poured down their face and their breaths became haggard a yellow light filled the space behind them quickly glancing back they only saw a dragon bathed in flames fly soar down the tunnel its wings beating like a drum consuming all that was in its path.

Sprinting the faster members left the slower ones abandoning them to their fate as the threat of a fire dragon loomed ever closer its fangs bared the guardian was the first one he could only scream in pain as the metal of his armour melted scolding his skin before the flame over took him and he felt he brief sensation of his skin bathed in boiling flame before he knew nothing his world going black.

One by one they were consumed a sudden feeling a bathing fire before they knew nothing only the routine death animation leaving any trace but that was not capable of being seen as what appeared to be a sea of flames swept over it.

The fastest member the assassin barely saw a large cavern ahead due to his mind being far more concerned with the death of his companions and the blistering heat of the flames forcing his body to go on he leaped of the ridge after the door way only for panic to consume his face as a giant spider the size of a double decker bus locked onto him. It was all for nought as the flames followed happily chasing him down then erupting giving him the same sensation his compatriots a sudden burst of red hot pain and then nothing his body engulfed in the tidal wave of red unable to hear the screams emanating from the queen of spiders as the dragon swallowed it whole.

And like that members of the infamous guild known as D.D.D revered for taking all types of players and quests was silenced in dark magical fire.

Outside the caves

Not knowing about the murder of fellow human beings Nat continued staring at the collapsed cliff he had loosed control of the Fiendfyre allowing it to burn out inside the rocky tomb but he couldn't risk the disaster of such a spell leaving an enclosed space. Seconds ticking by slowly like they had a tendency to do when a person waited his fear of the flames destruction grew higher, deciding to reassure his mind he cast a set of protection charms from flame freezing to reinforcement. Lastly like he had done when he had found the petrol station he created a magical shield around the entire area.

Before he came to this world he would have been capable of performing such a task but not as quickly or efficiently as he could do in his current state the blue dome shape expanding quickly as it moved downwards to the floor covering the entire area of the collapsed cliffs. In fact whilst he wasn't sure of his exact magic points he knew for certain that from when he had first arrived in this world his own power had quintupled and was incredibly close to sextupling. It made him giddy inside all of the power he now possessed was indescribable people had referred to the greats as a storm of magic decimating all those who would dare get in their path like a hurricane in a America where it would wipe towns of the map with barely any survivors an nothing to come back to.

It was inspiring not only to him but to all Magical's they already possessed gifts and abilities that muggle's could only fantasizes about and even a very few select amount had access to even rarer and special gifts. Edward Lupin was one born as a Metamorphmagus he had the trait of turning his body into any shape he so desired the now extinct Slytherin line were Parsletongues able o speak and control snakes in any way or shape they chose and Finally was the also extinct line of Ravenclaw their inherited ability was truly amazing. Copycat as it had been dubbed gave the family of the Raven the power to copy any magic they saw whether it was the most complicated and advanced to the basic and rudimentary.

But powers were rare and some like squibs would vanish from family lines most often resulting in the end of said family as their child was be exiled from their family else they tarnish the family reputation. Also there were families like his own who possessed old names in Latin but had no rare and wondrous power that other could marvel at and discuss how truly lucky and powerful they were in fact this was the case with most houses. In fact in the modern day with a sheer lack of rare and extraordinary gifts those few who did have one were often sought out so they could be passed onto a family line.

Still even if one was not born with special powers such a being an Elemental, Legimens, Parsletongue, Beast Tamer, Dragon Rider, Language speaker, Metamorphmagus or any other rare talent it was far easier being born with magical blood. One easy example was that Wizards could not catch muggle diseases a point which had been undeniably clear during the black death when wizards and witches would sometimes parade themselves down the streets laughing at the muggle's who had caught the diseases happy that the race was being killed on mass scale, others were the fact that wizards were physically superior such as on average they were stronger, faster, hardier had had far sharper senses. It wasn't like they were super powerfully buffed but there was a noticeable difference and was a main reason why wizards and witches often did not do physical exertion or exercise as whilst most muggle's would train years to get to a certain point Witches and Wizards were born it naturally.

It was with these enhanced senses that he was capable of hearing the large roaring billow of magical fire sprinting to the collapsed cave in narrowing his yes his wand now fully in position ready to move in an instant if necessary.

There was a loud roar but no explosion as the rock simply stayed where it was if he had been on the other side he would have seen the sheer damage of the caves as it looked like a melted down wax museum. However he was not he was on the outside standing on the beach staring intently at a collapsed cliff whilst a see domed magical shield enveloped it, he stayed for half an hour resting on a summoned chair sipping a cup of tea all the whilst wishing he had some custard creams observing the situation ensuring that the fire did die and not screw over everything in the local area.

When he was certain that the spell was no longer a threat to anyone he completed his task by apparating back to the city of Hakone his goal to take the reward and be one step closer to getting the capital for a home base whilst he explored this new world.

His sudden arrival in front of a guard right outside the main castle walls was taken badly because as soon as he did arrive and a few seconds of shock the four guardsmen holding large pointy sticks called spears surrounded him and a group of archer on top of the ramparts aimed their bows.

"Is this how you say hello where you're from" He spoke sarcastically as the men surrounded him honestly if he wanted to he could dispose of them in an instant it wouldn't be difficult he could fire of more spells than the whole of them could perform one attack in that time. He contemplated on actually getting rid of them but he wanted to get paid and obliviating them wouldn't do as he would have to then sneak in which would be irksome.

"Surrender you're coming with us" Deciding to play along he placed his hands in the air a calm expression ever present.

"Take me to your leader" The guards didn't get the joke but he found it funny as they divested him of his swords they would never find his wand as it was well hidden nor would he ever let them have it if they even did discover it. With an armed guard Nat soon found himself behind the curtain walls and entering the castle of who ever owned the place.

The interior decoration of the castle was what one would have expected as despite it looking real and functional on the outside the castle very much had the fantasy design on the inside. Banners of the family who owned the place was hung up on every wall whilst guards stood under them spears in their hands whilst a katana was sheathed all the while dressed in samurai armour. Other parts of the decor included gaudy bright rugs for the rich nobility to walk across whilst suits of armour stood firm in different parts and there was even the odd painting or two. But what really did annoy him was the constant amount of gold it was everywhere in terms of furniture kitchenware such as bowls and plates even the torch lamps had little pieces of gold engraved into their design.

Honestly he didn't like it this castle interior seemed more about show casing the wealth of who ever owned the place far more than being a practical and working fortress unlike Hogwarts where he had spent three years and one term he had graduated by the end of his first term in what would normally have been a student's fourth year. It was quite annoying and almost insulting about how they easily flaunted their wealth he was sure that the owners would get along quite well with some of the older families always living in grandeur.

Still he care this was not his home in London it was a Lords palace which would mean rich people he would almost say rich food but from what he had discovered good food was nonexistent. As they passed through each room and Nat taking in the appearance making detailed observations as he did so they soon came to a set of larger wooden doors flanked by more guards.

"Throne room I presume" The guards refused to respond to his light hearted tone instead they pushed the door open in a symmetrical manner allowing for the group to walk inside allowing them take the audience of the lord who resided in the building.

Sitting high and mighty upon the gold plated throne sat the so called lord of this castle Nat could only give yet another look of inward disgust as he glanced around the grand hall the area designed to show case power and wealth. At the back of the main hall was a circular glass window acting as the main producer of light as it beamed through the transparent material giving people the much needed ability to see, like outside the sides of the main hall were draped in a multitude of banners each surrounded by two guards quickly counting them to see what his opponents strength would be like he managed to come up with the accurate number of thirty.

"Probably think that's enough" It was a rather stupid idea for a group of guards to bring in a suspected criminal without their hands bound not that it would be much good since he was still armed and even if he wasn't he was more than powerful enough to uses wand less magic to great effect.

The rest of the room maintained its gaudy design with a red carpet low swinging metal candle holders hidden behind the occasional pillars inside to hold up the weight of the building a quick glance up allowed him to pinpoint the direct spot on them if the situation came bad enough for a fast and lethal escape. Alongside the pillars he also took note of the structural points of the roof if he worked fast enough which would not be a problem than the collapse and subsequent death of al inside was assured.

His quick analysis turned from the room to the lord the person in charge of Hakone, he was young around twenty five if he was to guess short messy bright green hair adorned his head complimented by his similar coloured eyes. His build was like one would have expected for a medieval lord fit and healthy with obvious muscle most likely gained through years of rigorous training in the art of war but all that sword training would do little use not when with a wave of his hand he could send the man colliding with a wall face first. The man would also be considered handsome which was most likely gained through the selective breeding in their family so the most desirable traits were kept whilst the undesirable ones were lost over time.

"My lord we have an adventurer under arrest" At the name of his rank the man gulped fear obvious in his eyes probably from the fact that as an adventurer the lord knew he could be killed in an instant if things went badly.

"Unhand him" His voice was firm years of running the military border fortress city of Haknone would do that to a person after all it was their job to make sure that the enemies of the freedom cities of Eastal were incapable of invading so long as he guarded the south east passage. The guards did so immediately not wishing to offend their king or a powerful being who they believed could lay waste to their precious city. Turning his attention on to the boy the lord spoke but this time in a more arrogant manner. "Who are you and what are you doing in my castle?"

"Who I am isn't important as for why I'm here well I was going to collect the bounty of spiders nest I do believe you put a reward out did you not" The Lord Nat couldn't care less what his name was leaned forward in his seat interest alongside doubt shown on his face.

"Do you take me for a fool there is no possible way that a mere boy could deal with such a threat." He didn't take the bait to yell at the lord as the man insulted his age obviously not believing that a person his age could accomplish anything of note. Responding to the man's question Nat merely opened the menu screen brining up the quest log where it did indeed show that he had killed all of the spiders required.

Slowly reading the script right so he was aware that the child was not lying to him the lord moved his attention after a few minutes he looked at Nat disbelief clear on his face. Inwardly he rolled his eyes as he looked at the Lord for all his apparent intelligence it was rather annoying and insulting that he did not believe that he had dispatched of the goblins.

"How did you accomplish this goal?"He spoke quicker as he looked in rapt attention at the story that the young adventurer was going to give this one would surely be useful and perhaps give him an insight on how to defeat any adventurers who threatened his city if they ever did so.

"A fuck ton load of fire" That was putting it mildly he had no doubt that the insides of those caves would never recover but nothing ever did when burned by Fiendfyre it was considered dark magic for a reason.

"I see" The lord nodded towards a servant who was standing beside the throne waiting for an instruction walking forward the lord gave him his order. "Go collect our reward for the job that this young boy completed" Again Nat refused to take the bait taunting was one of the most common tactics used in duelling as well as in real life and depending on the people involved it could be used to great effect it was for this reason why he had trained against such a tactic because whilst it was a simple one and as old as they go it was a also a highly effective one. "And why did you accept this mission to go gallivant off in caves and slaughter insects?"

"Because I like to hear the screams of filthy creatures as they suffer in agonising pain" The lord laughed at that completely understanding the love of a good kill.

"Not a normal job for a boy" He smirked at Nat trying to show that he had the higher ground in the conversation. "I think you're poor I think you need my money" He spoke haughtily laughing as he did son obviously tying to feel better about his own personal place in existence.

"You offered a job I do it that's the nature of business" The lord scowled as the wizard refused to play his game.

"Indeed where is that servant?" As his voice became more angry the wizard eyed the captain of the guard who was the most obvious to recognise since their armour was made of better steel compared to the rest of the men whose job was to guard and protect the lord.

"Here my lord" Like a funny scene in a film where the idiot would be carrying around a large haul of items the servant carried a large purse of gold heading towards the wizard. When he eventually got into range he hand it over gladly accepting the reward he combined the newly acquired gold with the rest of his gold in his wallet eyes narrowly glancing at all the guards who seemed in his opinion far to obsessed with it.

"That's our business done boy unless you have anything else to say" Not replying Nat just wandlessly summoned his swords and apparated on the spot before anyone could realise what had occurred.

The city was his destination with at least an extra two hours the market had become far more active no longer were there the loud sounds of people waking up in contrast to the general quite of the early morning instead there was the sights and sounds of city. The hammering of metal was one of the loudest and most prevalent emanating from the few black smiths that were located in the city alongside this was the rolling of carts as they trundled across rough trodden down pathways that passed for roads. The sight of farm animals was not a common sight at least not in the modern day since they would often defecate inside the city leaving it vulnerable to plague and other diseases as for people they were split into two groups both obvious with what they were doing the first were the natural born people of this place performing their menial task in hopes that they would get paid and earn a wage allowing for them to survive and support any family hey may have. Then there were the people like him the adventurers as they were referred to they were also easy to recognise since they were so varied in appearance as well as the fact that they seemed to be most lounging about of if not they were the ones doing the main amount of sopping providing the People of the Land their basic income.

Now that he was back in the market Nat went about completing one of his initial missions since he had arrived and that was to sell all the crap he had accumulated from the past few days and hours he would also have to see what treasure he had gained from the spider's lair.

Almost as if the game could read his thoughts the familiar level up screen revealed informing him that he had now reached level thirty he was a little annoyed at first at the lack of progression since the last few times but then remembered that since he was a higher level now that meant far less experience boosts compared to when he had first arrived still he was interest in what his new power levels would be.

"You have levelled up Level 30"

HP: 3340

MP: 6220

The increase in power was ever welcome but now he was sure as he looked at the numbers what his staring power was and that had to be one thousand MP and since he was on level with people like Flitwick and McGonagall than that meant that Voldermort and Grindewald was most likely would have started with an MP of around two thousand five hundred to about two thousand seven hundred and fifty whilst Dumbledore would have had a starting level of three thousand.

But no longer did that matter because with his new level up he was more than twice the power of Dumbledore in his prime and he had noticed it not only the amount of power had had but as well as the sheer potency that his magic had gained from coming to this world. He knew this as he had to put in less magic for the desired result giving him more magic to work with in a sense allowing him to have more magic as time went by. He wondered if things continued this way would anyone be able to stand against him after al for all their power these people were in a sense limited by the game and whilst he was also given those restrictions they were becoming far looser.

He knew what the reaction would be when he returned home with so much power even in his current state it would change the politics of the magical world on an epic proportion any possible wars there may be would be won by whoever's side he supported. After all the only reason Voldemorts was slain was because of a prophecy and Dumbledore allowed himself to be killed allowing for a new drastic political shift in power.

And he was it the new drastic change in power the newest lord of magic as it were powerful beyond anyone's imagination but despite this he like anyone else had his flaws. Firstly in his mind was his lack of knowledge in the magical arts sure he was gifted being able to graduate school years early but his entire knowledge was limited to a few years above education however compared to masters in their respective fields he was nothing after all he hadn't yet got the chance to push the boundaries of magic to learn all the secrets and become a true master of the various fields of study. The second he couldn't care less about friends and allies the past set of Magic lords had always had allies in some form or another which had been made easy for them due to their charismatic nature allowing them to please a great many people creating followers or allies to assist them in their cause. Then again he had no reason for allies after all he was not like the previous three with their dreams of grandeur having plans to rid the world of one group or another no instead he only wished for the magical world to stay where it was. He would try to get equal rights to most groups but it would be the ones who earned and deserved it and when he did so the nature and goals of each race would be taken to in mind after all there was no chance that he would give equal rights to either Goblins or Giants those races were inherently vicious creating war after war hoping to conquer anything they could.

His mind turning to the more peaceful environment of the market he started looking in the general direction of where the hammer was coming from spotting it at the edge of the market most likely to prevent any type of fire that may occur from the hot materials being utilized by the blacksmith. When he arrived at the blacksmiths building he looked around taking in each of the weapons designs thanks to his childhood he was capable of identifying what each type of blade was though the three must common were the long sword like he had equipped, the rapier as well as the distinctly and cultural blade of Japan which was the Katana. The blades were well made but not the best he had seen although it was unfair to compare the average medieval smith to the few magical smiths that were around in the modern day. Despite the quality of the blades none of them were his preferred design which was the British 1827 Pattern Rifle officers sword his preference for the blade was due to a number of reasons but one was because like a wand the sword was one handed allowing him to use two at a time if he so needed but with magic he had no need to engage an enemy with a blade unless it was for specific reasons such as a duel or magic was not an option.

"Can I help you" The blacksmith was male not that he expected any less he was also human having a large strong build with very clear muscles gained from his time hammering metal and doing other tasks that would be required in his line of work.

"Yes I was wondering if you was willing to buy some of this equipment I have" The man nodded but it was obvious that he was hoping that wizard had arrived with the intention of buying rather than selling still the man opened up the menu screen. Following his example Nat started to drag the weapons he had in his currents storage to the man's screen as he did so an amount of gold was shown informing him of how much gold that was worth. Turns out a blacksmith was a well paid job since most adventurers did not have ea subclass that allowed them to repair their equipment giving him a large amount of money for doing a simple job? "I don't have that much money kid sorry" The man's response came as the amount of weaponry he was offering went far higher than any amount of money the blacksmith would have owned. He frowned internally thinking about his favourite sword type before realising something.

"If this game is real life than perhaps I can convince him to make me a few things in exchange" Looking at the blacksmith in the eye he summoned his tablet out of his pocket before turning it on and swiftly flicking through pictures before getting to the one he wanted curious the man looked down at the device and then at the picture. "To cover the rest of the cost could you make me three of these swords"? Wanting to get a closer look at the weapon design the man motioned for the tablet to be passed over more interested in the design of the sword than the strange piece of technology that was before him.

"The swords not like any I've seen it's like a mix of a Katana and a Rapier" The blacksmith was rather intrigued by the design after all it was curved sword similar to a katana but had nowhere near the amount of curve it was thinner than a long sword but thicker than a rapier it also had a curved tip similar to a Kanata whilst at the same time it had a hand guard allowing for protection for the fingers. As for its length it would be the second smallest above the Katana and underneath the long sword and Rapier the man could also tell by a rough look the weight of the sword was generally unbalanced with it being in the blade rather than balancing it out.

"Do you think you can make one?" The blacksmith looked at the design and then at the menu where a lot of good quality weapons were being sold to him.

"Why don't you use one of the blades you've got now?" Honestly he found it slightly funny that a blacksmith was refusing work but then again it was most likely a very peculiar design for this era.

"I prefer that design" Looking over the design again the man wondered if such a thing was possible after all it was incredibly foreign incorporating so many types of sword building he had no idea how long it would take if he focused on it. Seeing his predicament Nat decided to sweeten the deal for the black smith. "You make one for me in a week and you can keep half your gold whilst still buying all the weapons". This definitely drew the attention of the blacksmith the weapons being offered were worth around seven thousand gold due to the sheer amount but he only had three thousand gold but with a reduce in cost alongside keeping all the current weapons for trade was a bargain. All he had to get for it was create this sword design in a week.

"How ornate do you want it?"

"I don't care for ornate get it done well and I'll order two more" Now the man was excited the deal being given to him was too much to pass up his decision was an easy one.

"Very well I'll have one prepared for you in a week" Nat nodded summoning a piece of paper he used an image copy spell allowing for all the images of the blade he had on his ipad to copy themselves on a piece of paper whilst also doing the same to the information next to it casting a translation charm on the work so the blacksmith could understand the words that was if he was capable of reading however.

"Thank you for your business" Happy with a new sword under way he completed the transaction pressing sell after changing the amount of gold required walking away from the blacksmith heading towards the other market people so he could sell the rest of his wares particularly clothing.

It was an hour or so later when he finally finished his shopping well to be more accurate selling since he had a whole lot of crap to sell consisting mainly of clothing and apparel as well as the odd few bits jewellery. The final result of this was a large increase in wealth giving him around twenty thousand gold more than enough to keep him going for quite a while so long as he kept the daily living costs down which was manageable as the cost of the current in was rather cheap for the services provided. As he turned away from the armourer he picked up a conversation from a set of adventurers there were five of them attempting to whisper among themselves an failing as their voices became louder and louder.

"We have to tell them" A large built man whispered to an elf male carrying some kind of magic staff that one would expect from a fantasy setting rather than what real wizards and witches carried on them. Hefting a shield whilst carrying a long sword on his hip while grabbing the shoulder of the elf male with larger size hands than what one would expect to see in real life it was obvious that the man was a guardian.

"No we're still not sure what happened" The Elf replied nervously frantically looking in all directions to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation.

"Not sure what happened. We died" The female samurai added in their part on the conversation her tone loud and confused not caring if anyone eavesdropped on their conversation something which was becoming more and more obvious as several people stopped whatever they were doping and stared at the moving group.

"And found ourselves on the moon how do you explain that" The Elf yelled loudly grabbing the samurai by her armour dragging her close in so he could look her deep in the eyes when she failed to respond in an immediate fashion he continued. "No one tells anyone anything" Huffing the Guardian and the samurai turned back in the direction of the castle attempting to walk off before a fourth member of their group stepped in.

"'I've had enough" The heavy tone of finality flowed out of the male werecat annoyance showing in their voice. "All right everyone gather round" Fear was evident as the elf looked at his companion shock written on his face as he did not want the current information they held getting out before he could interrupt by yelling something the werecat continued his information sharing to the other players in the local area. "All right people dying in here does not mean real death"

The reaction was instantaneous as players of all sorts darted their heads into the direction of some kind of object though Nat did not know which their faces showing a myriad of emotions with some prevalent ones being shock relief and worry as well as the odd few members grinning maliciously at what that meant for general life now.

"Are you sure about that?" Recognising the tone coming from another samurai adventurer one who was far to interested in this recent development for his personal liking subtlety drawing his wand from his wrist holster pointing it towards the samurai.

"Yes" Nodding subtly at a few other members a few people suddenly drew their weapons and charged at the nearest person taking them by surprise preventing them from drawing their weapons as they embedded themselves into their flesh.

"What the" The werecat had no chance to react as a mace smashed into the back of his skull knocking him to the floor blood leaking out a fractured skull before he could get up though the mace rammed into his spinal column crushing it forcing the werecat to spit blood out.

Nat however was far faster than his attacker his wand pointed and losing a blasting spell as soon as the samurai came racing towards him loudly coughing in pain as he started to scream blood pooling from where his legs had once been. Instead only stumps remained bone and flesh exposed to the eye as for the health of the samurai they still had health left as the smoke began to move and his fuzzy eyes tried to concentrate all he saw was a light before his vision went black crumpling down to the floor.

Nat sighed inwardly as other people evaporated into bubbles and a few of the samurai's friends roared angrily in his direction obviously planning to try and end the life of the wizard.

"For Fucks sake"


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Again like ive mentioned before power levels of Nat in the game is something i'm still working on.