Emiline's POV. Local Tavern of Remana.

When we were walking to the Tavern, the sun faded into the horizon, and the moon took its place as the dominating light of the sky.

I hate bars. The rowdy men, lecherous prostitutes, and the alcohol. A well toned lady like me would probably be the HPT for the men. Luckily, I also took self-defense classes in my spare time, so those drunk men better beware.

Despite being in the past, the interior of the Tavern was vivid. The marble objects, such as the tables, and the pillars illuminated with a bright white. There were intricate designs on almost all of the walls and some of the walls were splayed with red banners displaying what I believed was the Reim Empire's emblem. Many men were eyeing the local bombshells; all wearing white garbs.

Thanks to the generosity of Franklin, we went to a clothing store prior to going to the tavern. I decided to take off my hoodie, leaving my black tank top. I replaced my hoodie with a white toga with a long skirt, hiding half of my black tank top. I still kept my white sneakers, mainly because I'm still used to modern footwear. Franklin made a comment about copying him, much to my chagrin. Also, I think I heard Mu cry out Sheherezud or something. Wonder why?

Speaking of funds, how did Franklin manage to get funded? Better ask him.

We were both sitting at a table filled with various meat and fruits. The zombie didn't eat anything, but was happily watching me eat to my hearts content. During my feast, a strangers hand contacted my bare right shoulder. I quickly turned to see the ugly lech who desired to deflower me. My glare quickly dissipated into a welcoming smile when I found out it was Mu.

The only male I seem to trust the most here is Mu. He's polite, kind, and that smile doesn't spell out creepy, but "Hey, you need something to make you smile?". Reminds me of a certain pink puffy haired character that was in a show meant for girls, but is strangely praised by middle aged men.

"Hey Emiline!" he said with his common friendly smile. I greeted back the kindhearted hunk. I was about to ask him if he was the one who shouted before, but I quickly went against it.

"Hey Mu, how are you enjoying the party?"

"I'm liking how everyone is so lively today," he stared at me with squinting eyes.

"So, how did you get the money to buy all this food?"

My face started to turn pink from embarrassment. I was about to slap him, only to be interrupted by his chuckle.

"I'm just kidding, you're friend, Franklin must have treated you, right?" this time, he smiled with his teeth showing. I nodded.

"You know, gladiators are basically the talk of the town, right?"

I looked behind and saw Franklin being surrounded by adoring women. All of their eyes showed admiration and astonishment to Franklin's success as a gladiator. Go ahead an screw one of those leches, you pimp, I don't care. Though, Franklin seemed to be politely declining their invitations to sexual favors. Probably a pussy.

That aside, I'm grateful to Franklin. He helped me conquer a dungeon, and my hunger. For some reason, I feel weak and useless to him. I started to frown a bit, because all I can do is just say these random words that I don't even know. I don't want to just always be weak, or something that Franklin can just pamper. I'm a strong willed human being too, but I just want to be strong so that zombie boy won't always have to protect me. I turned to Mu, still retaining his friendly smile. After he saw my frowning face, his facial expression changed into a more concerned look.

"Hey, you seem down. What's up?" Mu asked. I stared back at him.

"You know, one time I helped Franklin recover his broken arm through some sort of chant. Is that magic?" I asked the brawny pink haired man. He had his smile on again.

"Yes. You must be a magician."

A magician? I could be a magician. Do those actually exist? Was I a magician from the start? He had a good point, what with me carrying this weird looking staff. It was a metal staff that seemed to resemble the canes Egyptians carry.

Aside from that, I'm really happy to find out I really am a Magician. I was so happy, that I was unaware of my own toothy grin. Mu had his eyes closed, yet still remained his smile. Franklin raised a brow to my silly smile.

"Hehehe, you must be glad to find out you are one, Miss Lazarus," Mu said optimistically.

"So you're a magician." He looked away with a disgusted look on his face.

Inside Franklin's head.

"No fair, she's a magician?!" Franklin's inner avatar shouted. He was extremely deformed, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with red sneakers. Orobas was also deformed to a chibi form in his head.

"Don't be mad master, you too have magic too," Orobas said, holding out both of his hands with a nervous facial expression.

Franklin easily calmed down. He had a point.

"You know, I'm kind of fine with that, my loyal Djinn,"

Orobas bowed smiled calmly. I feel a bit more kingly, but I shouldn't let it take over my head. Anyway, how did Orobas get into my head?

"Orobas, as much as I really like you serving me and supporting me, how in whatever god you worship's name get into my head?!"

"It's easy I-"

Back to Emiline's view.

"Frank!" I slapped him out of his trance.

He quickly reacted to the slap with a yelp.

"Thanks," Franklin said with reluctant sincerity.

I turned to Mu, who still retained his friendly smile. I want to learn more about being a magician. I was on the Principal's List many times at school, so I'm sure my current mentality can handle Magic.

"Hey Mu, since you're a charismatic man, do you know any magician who's willing to teach me?"

Before he could answer, he swigged down a cup full of wine. He started to mumble out loud due to his drunken state.

"Mmmph Scheheraza...Tituuu... Hey where's Myron," He laughed hysterically, much to my horror. I really hope zombie boy isn't drunk.

I looked behind me and saw him drink a cup of wine. There were already 20 cups near him, yet he still retained sanity. How could he not get drunk?

"You know, I initially didn't like the concept of such hedonistic activities such as drinking or smoking. But thanks to this zombie body..."

"Your failing stomach and blood system prevent you from getting drunk."

He snapped and pointed at me, indicating that I finished his sentence correctly. He had a mellow smile on his face as he gulped down the wine.

"I can still taste the wine. It's good, but I'm still unaffected by the alcohol."

Mu swiped me away from my seat lightly, pushing me down to the floor. He sat down on my seat and put an arm around Franklin. The strength of his swipe was strong enough to knock me out temporarily.

Franklin's Point of View.

So, judging by Mu's drunken state, is this the scene where "bros" tell their friends each others problems? I've seen scenes where people were drunk and most of them involved chaotic rages, extreme honest moments, or... horny behavior. But since Mu is a nice guy (We were drinking buddies and sparring buddies), I'm pretty sure he's continuing his story about a girl he crushed on. I remembered the time he was about to start it.

A few days days ago.

"Hey Franky, want to hear about the story of how I lost my first love?"

"Um... sure?"

Before he started, he fell down on the table, harshly. The table was basically destroyed by his weight, much to the anger of the Tavern owner. I swore I heard Mu bawling.

At the conclusion of my memory, my mind made the sound of a video fast forwarding, representing my return to reality.

"So... there was a girl, named Scheherazade... she was cute and all..."

I went into my bro persona. I had a concerned look on my face and put my arm on his back.

"Continue..."

"She was below-average height, had beautiful long hair, and a beautiful petite body." he sniffled after mentioning the description of Scheherazade.

Was Mu a pedophile? Or is this an actual lady? The images popping in my head all involve young girls. Great, I'm starting to be a pedophile.

"She was a wise and gentle lady. She was a powerful influence to the people. Have I told you about the war in Magnostadt?"

Usually in my world, I'd rudely decline something like this due to my anti-social antics. Mu is a good guy, and he isn't like the generic jock of High School. He's influential, caring, and very friendly. He can be serious at times (the time he tried to teach me how to use my Djinn), but even if he is sometimes, he knows what he's doing.

"Um... no, please. Pray tell." He's a soldier, so he's bound to have interesting stories.

He went on explaining about the invasion of Magnostadt, Scheherazade's speech about the power to the people, The Magi known as Aladdin... wait a minute Aladdin?! So he's a magician, not a street rat. Well continuing on. How Aladdin broke the fighting spirits through his magic, Magnostadt summoning Dark Djinn, the Medium, the Seven Seas Alliance, Kou, and Reim using all their King Vessels to destroy the Medium, and finally the reconstruction of Magnostadt. Oh right, I forgot to mention the part when Scheherazade, who was a Magi, sacrificed herself by giving everyone her Magoi to finish the Medium. Also, Titus reincarnated from Scheherazade's Magoi and became the new Magi of Reim. The story was bittersweet: While there was some tasty action, it cost many lives, including Mu's crush, the Magi, Scheherazade. He sobbed his eyes out then fell down.

I quickly halted his descent with my arms, protecting the knocked out Emiline from getting crushed. I heard... snoring? Great, he's really drunk... again. I hope Myron or Rohroh are here. Wait, not Rohroh, just Myron. Myron was more composed compared to Rohroh.

Rohroh is kind of a douche, but he's not always like that. The first time I met him in the Fanalis Corps. base (which I forgot where) was far from perfect. That scar on his mouth makes him a lot more intimidating and basically showed his real personality like an open "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" book. He quickly attempted to punch me, which escalated into an all out fight. Weird thing was that he was smiling sadistically during our fight. After a lengthy fight, it ended in a draw according to both Mu and Myron. While I was more focused on punishing attacks and hit and run tactics, Rohroh also had the same tactical approach albeit more aggressive. He put more focus on just completely obliterating me, but he started to shift more into the debilitating game, aiming for my limbs to be disabled. While we were both equally damaged and despite my first impression of Rohroh being a beast, I proudly declared him the victor of this fight. I didn't care about winning or losing this exchange of fists, I just wanted to learn a bit more about fighting and this savage Fanalis put up a good example. Rohroh put up a warm (yet a bit creepy) smile and we both did a high five.

Or, I'm just going to have to carry him away from the party goers. Wait where was the Fanalis Corps base again? I'm an idiot.

Titus's Throne Room. 3rd Person View.

The current Magi of Reim, Titus sat down on his throne with the Eye of the Rukh on his left hand. It was late at night so Marga was asleep. Before he was about to contact someone, he started to ask himself a few questions regarding to the future.

According to Aladdin, he and King Sinbad had to reach a summit in a few months. What will happen then?

The Eye of Rukh started to materialize an image in its rotund radiance. Sindria's blue skies were in view with Yamraiha and Sinbad taking up most of the screen.

"Hello Titus, hows it going," the King of Sindria said with a confident smile.

"Everything's going fine, thank you. But there was something I've discovered."

Sinbad's confident smiling face shifted into a more questioning look.

"I've discovered that the Djinn, Orobas wasn't summoned in this world, but from another world."

Yamraiha raised a brow.

"If so, then who is Orobas's master?"

Titus grabbed Scheherazade's staff and conjured a holographic image of Franklin in his current attire.

"His clothing sure is weird." Yamraiha commented.

"Doesn't his extremely different clothing make him otherworldly? I mean look at his pants and shoes. What is his pants made out of?" Sinbad commented. He thought for a moment, but Yamraiha broke his thought process with her epiphany.

"It means that there's..."

"Another Magi?!" the Magi and the magician blurted out.

"Yes, it could be possible another Magi raised dungeons in this new world, and the King Vessels who dominate the dungeon are most likely transported to our world,"

Kou Empire. The skies over Kouen's Palace.

Judar, the handsome young adult Magi was doing his usual lazy lounging. Above the Chinese themed palaces, Judar lay down on his flying carpet without a care in the world. He had a content smile on his face. Even if the Medium was defeated, he still had a hidden weapon: the Black Rukh gatehred from the Medium. He wondered how long did he have to wait till he could use this massive power. After all, this Rukh can only be used by a Magi who has fallen into depravity.

"Geez, a Summit?! Why can't Kou and Sindria just fight each other?!" Judar mumbled to himself.

"Oracle!" a voice shouted out.

Judar looked down and saw a female Al-Thamen. She was in a belly dancer attire and her face was completely obscured by white veils.

"What's going on, lady?!" the dark Magi replied.

"One of our spies in Reim have detected an alien, and surprisingly this alien holds a Djinn."

His eyes widened and he hopped off his Magic Carpet and landed on the ground softly. The Al-Thamen stood calmly under the shadow of the Magi.

"Alien huh? And also a Djinn. I know that not all of the Dungeons haven't been summoned... yet." he put up a sinister smile. It couldn't be Aladdin, he has no knowledge of summoning one...yet,"Perhaps there might be another Magi here,"

Titus's throne Room. Emiline's View.

"Hello, fellow magician." a high female voice called out to me.

I woke up and saw a blonde man with extremely long hair. He was wearing what looks like a royal version of togas. Two men were on each side. There was a taller man with armor and looked old. He seemed like a strong and silent type. The other one was a man with a blonde bob, wearing a white robe. He seemed more cocky and incompetent.

I was laying down on an expensive couch facing the blonde man and his two lackeys.

"Where am I? Did I get raped?!" I asked out of panic.

"I'd not touch you, you citizen," the blonde bob guy said with an arrogant smile.

"My apologies, lady. We haven't introduced ourselves." the big man said.

"I am Ignatius Alexius, King Vessel to the Magi of Reim, and the man to the Magi's left is Nerva Julius Caluades, also a King Vessel."

"I am Titus Alexius, Magi of the Reim Empire"

"King Vessel? What the heck is a King Vessel? And what the heck is a Magi? Have you met Jesus or something?!"

In fact, how did I get here? Franklin! I've read some stories in the Bible and the three wise men were also known as the Three Magi. This is all so confusing, yet so interesting.

Before the rude mouth, Nerva was going to speak, Titus silenced him by putting his staff in front of his face.

"Before I tell you about King Vessels, Franklin has brought you here because he overheard your conversation with Mu yesterday. I will happily teach you magic, but your questions must be answered first."

Titus cleared his throat. He thought for a moment prior to giving a reply.

"First Question, you should learn what a Magi is before you learn about King Vessels. Also, who is Jesus?"

"Can we put aside the Jesus question."

Titus nodded, finding that topic extremely irrelevant.

After Titus's lecture, I learned that the Magi are magicians of creation that choose kings, candidates to become the new King Solomon, a king who ruled another world. Magi also have the ability to summon dungeons and whoever conquers the dungeon will become the King Vessel and receive both an abundance in power and wealth. This power is the Djinn and the Djinn will serve the King Vessel with unquestioning loyalty. I also learned about Rukh, and Magoi. One that helps change the course of the world and the energy that dwells in us. He also taught me how to cast magic. Through commanding my Magoi to be called forth, I had to concentrate my power into a staff. It took 7 tries, and after that, I could easily focus my power into my staff.

Now that I've learned this, I think Ignatius should have been the only King Vessel by Titus's side, not Nerva. How did such a haughty and arrogant man earn the title of King Vessel? Maybe the status of King Vessel changed his whole personality.

I remembered my dungeon crawling with Franklin. Through his actions, his selflessness, and wisdom, I think Franklin may have potential to be a true king, despite his perverted and more silly side. This world is much more interesting. I don't care if they don't have iPhones, the concept of magic existing is already awesome enough.

The Magi, Titus revealed his palm. A bust of a beautiful lady telekinetically flew to the blonde Magi's palm. He extended the arm holding the bust to me. What is this statue?

"Focus a small amount of Magoi into this statue, like you would with a staff," Titus instructed.

I put my hand on the bust's forehead. The Rukh inside were dancing around. They suddenly started glowing brighter. The bust's open mouth emitted an extremely bright light that could blind someone. It was also bright enough to nearly burn my face. I put my hand away from the head to save myself from being completely obliterated. I was gasping for breath. Was Titus trying to kill me?! Before I could complain, Titus spoke first.

"You happen to be proficient in the Third Type of Magic: Light."

Titus gave me a lecture on the eight different types of magic. The statue was a tool that determined which Rukh was attracted to me the most. It turns out that the Rukh that controls light favor me the most, meaning I specialize in Light Magic. Also, Titus told me to not worry about the statue, as the statue isn't lethal. Also, Titus told me that just because the Rukhs of Light favor me the most, doesn't mean I'm only destined to use Light Magic. I was excited to hear that it was also possible for me to learn how to use other Magic. This was shown when I could use healing magic on Franklin, and most likely that revival magic.

I kind of have to thank Franklin for finding me a professional

Too bad he's busy with Gladiator-ing, that he has no time to spend time with me. The thought of that made me blush a bit. Or did he ditch me! The single thought of him being busy with another women made me furious. Why?! I shouted with rage and suddenly my staff started to glow with powerful light. I pointed my staff upward and I saw a ball of light at the end.

"Mutarak Flash"

The ball of light transformed into a large beam of light that also managed to pierce the skies. The beam was thin, but the extreme concentration of light made the beam's energy extremely powerful.

Titus's mind.

"Hmm so the Rukh that limits her body is gone. Perhaps she was physically trained prior to her arrival. I mean look at her bod- Ow!"

A shorter female version of Titus bonked him in the head.

"M-Mom?!"

"Hey, I'm still a part of you, my son." she said in a motherly voice.

"I'm an adult already, Scheherazad-"

Another bonk.

"Don't talk to your mother like that!"

"Yes Mom,"

She closed her eyes and smiled as she hugged her taller son.

"I love you, my son. You're a great Magi, and a great teacher."

The embrace tightened. Titus yelped in pain.

"But I won't allow you with that lady!"

Back to Emiline's Point of View.

I'm getting the hang of magic, even if its my first few days. I feel so happy to learn that I'm able to utilize magic. While the beam had catastrophic power, Titus regarded its destructive potential, shown through a smile.

"Nice work with that Light Magic spell, Emiline. You're physical fitness has removed the burden of the Rukh, allowing you to export your magic power to its fullest."

"Burden huh?"

He has a point. If Magoi is basically the life force of the body, then a healthy and fit body would equal healthy and strong magic. Despite vitality and physical fitness being a boon in being a magician, intelligence, the amount I have learned and remembered is still a core stat. After all, magic is about remembering chants, formulas, and elements.

"But you still have a lot to learn,"

I hope that Franklin doesn't ditch me. He's actually kind of fun to hang out. Wait, what am I saying? Why am I thinking about that sleaze? He's a gladiator, gladiators are popular with ladies because they're strong and fearless. I'm a magician. I'm as strong as a gladiator. I'll show him. I'll show him how strong I am. With a toothy grin, I strengthened the grip of my hand and looked up into the hole I made. The peaceful night sky with all its stars was in view. I'm so glad that air pollution isn't ruining my day.

All of a sudden, Rukh started to spiral around me. It was surprising at first, but I realized that it was Rukh I was seeing. If Rukh love me, then that means something good. Titus, and Ignatius smiled at the sight of the Rukh flying around me. Nerva rolled his eyes. Stupid Nerva.

Franklin's View.

Man that was a close match. A rookie Fanalis Corps soldier was one of the leading champions that I managed to beat, even with half of my zombie power. Even if he was a rookie, his skills and strength, yet some moves were easily exploitable, allowing me to punish him effectively. Though, I did make some mistakes albeit lesser from last few matches. It was thanks to training with the Yambala Gladiators, and Mu both teaching me Magoi Manipulation and swordplay respectively. They commented that I was similar to another dummy: That Alibaba. They said I was kind of the opposite of him in terms of combat: while he is high in skill and low in power, I was the exact opposite.

Even if I was a gamer before, the Colosseum is basically a test of Life or Death for me, meaning I had to use all necessary prior knowledge, even if it meant coming from a game.

Here I was, resting on my Inn bed, staring at the pollution free night sky. It's so good to see the stars shining brighter. Yet I still wonder. Is Theo going to be okay? I feel like I'm caught in a Thor-Loki relationship with Theo at this point: One is extremely jealous and wants to kill his brother, while the shining brother just wants him to stop.

I heard from Titus that even if Reim seemed peaceful, there are still horrors and hatred flying around the world. Such monstrosities include the Kou Empire, an aggressive nation that will find any reason to gain more land. Many countries utilize slavery, installing hatred and grief. There was once a kingdom known as Musta'sim that was destroyed by magicians who were discriminated and abused. Titus said that his friend, Aladdin has already seen an evil Magi, possibly the one who causes the world's atrocities. Through hatred and malice, or defying or giving up fate, the Black Rukh are born.

I had many bad memories involving these negative feelings. I know I must accept them, but not let them define me or consume me. If I let it consume me, I would never deserve a Metal Vessel. Rukh started flying toward me. Perhaps someone has accepted their fate, thus the Rukh wish to guide him/her. I kind of regret and am proud that I left Emiline with Titus. She's gaining some basic knowledge of magic, and on the other hand, I enjoy her company.

"Okay!"

It has been a few days of Magoi Manipulation training, and I want to see what I've got. I may have been exhausted from training, but the feast after that replenished a good amount of Magoi.

(a few kilometers later)

It was a hillside not to far from Remana. I stood still, holding my scissors with both hands. I started to focus my Magoi into the scissors. I chanted:

"Spirit of Intelligence and Pursuit, in the name of my Magoi, and my will to grant me great power. Come Forth Orobas!"

A burst of electricity exploded from my scissors like a lightning rod receiving a lightning bolt. The electricity was black, glowing with green, red, and blue: possibly representing my brothers and I's respective favorite colors. It's kind of weird that I'm using a White Rukh to produce black lightning. Who cares? It's how you use that power, and I don't plan on using Orobas for self pleasure.

"Come on, Orobas, let me be one with you!" I allowed the electricity to surge through my body. I remembered the time I tried to use Djinn Equip for the first time. I think Johann, a lone spirit, and my brother that happened to have wandered in my body, was trying to protect me from depleting all of my Magoi. I believe I have enough Magoi to at least achieve the Djinn Weapon Equip.

In order to face a powerful Magi, then I must grow stronger. Being in Reim, joining the gladiators, training with Yambala Gladiators, becoming a King Vessel. I think this is my destiny. Even if I was initially weak, I still have to continue to move on, or I won't be able to grow strong enough to not only stop Theo's tyranny, but protect those I love.

I clenched my eyes as the electricity continued to dance. A loud thunder was heard, silencing the dance of the electricity after. I swung both of my arms vertically, each holding-Wait! What?!

A/N: Pretty long chapter IMO. Once again, thanks for reading. R and R if you wish.