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Today has been an amazing day. Getting it on with Bast (throughout the night and into the morning, fuck am I tired), getting a bunch of new shit from the Celestial Grimoire I'm going to be exploiting damn near religiously, and unlocking Lili's potential as a curse user!
… Fuck it, even I think I'm using the word curse to much, we'll just call them sorcerers and beat the fuck out of anyone who tries to copyright claim us.
But, ignoring that, I finally get to correct a problem I've had for a long time now that had genuinely been bothering me for ages. I can finally say I've interacted with Ryu of my own free will with no intentions save getting along with her!
"So, Ryu, how's it feel to be on the other side of the business?" I asked the elf maid sitting across from me, who still seemed flustered by Syr practically shoving her into the seat when I asked her to join us.
"Nice." She said simply, sipping at fucking tea while Lili consumed a generous helping of food while her brain chemistry readjusted to not murdering everything in a fifty foot radius through sheer hatred. "The others almost seem competent now."
Ignoring the offended nya of the bullied cat girl maid (oh my Anubis, Bast ruined other cat-girls for me didn't she), I chuckled at the sudden jab. Y'see, this is why kuuderes are so beloved- they're all fucking hilarious.
"Ah, that sounds like a story they wouldn't want me to know. Spill it." The jab to my side from my student ended up with her hissing as she clutched her elbow, not having been prepared for my Endurance stat being as effective as it was. Which was fair, considering to most people I'm a rogue with hyper-specific magical leanings.
"Didn't take you for a gossip, Selah." Lili muttered, nursing her drink as she eyed the both of us with a wary annoyance. Which meant she was healing better than expected!
"Eh, I'm just terrible at small talk, so I'll take any topic available to me. Hell, when shit gets too awkward I default to asking random questions on people's likes and dislikes." I admitted shamelessly- while I am an ambivert, I still suck at small talk when I don't really know the person, and I'm pretty sure I stole the questions bit from some girl I sat next to on a school bus.
"Instead of giving out dirt on my coworkers, how about I ask you a question instead?" Ryu asked drily, and I nodded easily. The topic didn't particularly matter, only that we weren't sitting here awkwardly watching the others eat.
"Selah, what do you think justice is?" I blinked at the sudden and very deep question I'd just had tossed my way.
"Oh, wow you don't ask easy questions, do you?" The comment flew out of me as I contemplated my answer- before a character I'd come up with slammed me in the back of my head and reminded me exactly why he'd become my moral compass. "Shit, okay. Justice, from what I understand, is about punishment and redemption. Yeah?"
Calm green eyes blinked slowly in my direction. "Redemption?" There was an unmistakable something in her voice, but for the life of me I couldn't tell you what it was. Fucking kuuderes.
"Oh, well if justice is about punishing the wicked and defending the innocent, yeah?" Ryu's intense eyes never wavered from mine as she nodded. "Well, forgiveness should be given to those who deserve it as well. A lot of people do bad things, but not all of them do it out of choice. Some people do it because they have no other option, and those people should be given the chance to redeem themselves.
"I'm not saying every punishment should be tailor-made for the criminal instead of the crime, but agency should be considered when one is being punished. While I could argue a man who kills to feed his family should be treated differently than a man who kills for pleasure, the former is only redeemable if he had absolutely no choice but to kill. Likewise, some things cannot be forgiven no matter the circumstance."
"Like?"
"Oh, rape and slavery; fun things to talk about over dinner, I assure you." I stated, more than aware that I now needed to actively control my Villainous Aura so I didn't Conqueror's Haki the entire restaurant. Both women I was speaking to didn't so much as react to my words, only pointedly staring at me. "Seriously, I could go on an enraged rant about shit like that- I fucking abhor slavery of any kind."
Ryu looked intensely at me, and I could feel my Pallum student's gaze on the side of my head. I frowned. "What? Not liking slavery isn't that surprising, is it?"
"Selah, the Red Light District is the largest gathering of slaves in Orario." Ryu stated bluntly.
Everything froze.
Slaves. Slavery in Orario. Sex slavery in Orario.
I looked around the shop, filled with Adventurers whose conversations on fucking the Red Light prostitutes have become complete and utter background noise at this point.
I idly consider both Moth Voice and Mage Voice screaming in the back of my head. Begging me to put my magic away, calm down, and not do anything crazy.
Sex slavery. Here. I fucking knew about it.
In what felt like a lifetime ago, back when I first arrived in Orario, one of the few things I knew about Orario besides the base setting and what I remembered of the first season was the sex slave fox girl being kept against her will.
It was an idle, panicked thought that was swept away in a tide of composure and rationalization as I didn't have the energy to spare even considering that fact. For all I knew, I was going to get killed because some magic bitch decided I was interfering with a prophecy.
But now the guilt crashed against my soul, fueling the flames of my rage like gasoline. What remnants of rationality I still had desperately tried to convince me not to act out of control- to calmly make a plan and assess the situation like a rational human being.
Anubis and Bast in chains.
My very soul throbbed, the beginnings of a curse forming in my mind, but somehow and someway I had enough willpower to not completely lose control of myself. After all, even a Goddess as depraved as Ishtar wouldn't do something so depraved-
Metamorphosis.
My rationality was immediately thrown out of the window, and in an instant my Villainous Aura flared with the intensity of a thousand raging suns. Every Adventurer in the restaurant, save the one across from me, either flung themselves away from me or drew their weapons in preparation for combat.
I could tell, with a red-dyed sight, that not a single person believed they could kill me as I was right at that moment.
They were right.
I pulled out a sack of valis and laid it on the table, nodded to Mama Mia- who looked equal parts furious, terrified, and concerned- before turning around and walking out of the Hostess of Fertility with a furious purpose.
I wouldn't want to be late to my enemies' funeral, would I?
Death is the Capstone of the cycle. It is the beginning and the end, and shall define that which is between.
Through the end, a burst of Ghyran (Life) escapes as a testament to the life once lived. Shyish and Ghyran, hand in hand, spurn on the cycle.
Life flows throughout the land, giving rise to beasts which live and breathe it. Ghur fills the air as savagery takes the land, desperately staving off the end.
As Beasts roam, they turn their gazes towards the clouds, hoping and dreaming of answers and certainty. The Azyr clings to the Heavens, the blue sky above, and steals their gaze in hopes of a control and clarity that is forever out of reach.
In rejection of clarity from above, the Beasts instead look towards the ground and the resources within. Chamon (Metal) hangs heavy on them, worth and refinement spurring societies into place, transforming mere beasts into something civilized.
Through the creation of metals, of worth and desire, war follows. There is nothing more civil than war, and through the Aqshy (Fire) the world will burn through passion and violence, for we are a civil people.
As the embers cool, destined to reignite one day, the world is divided in fear of what is to come. Some seek the Hysh (Light) to clarify and reveal what is to come, some seek Uglu (Shadow) to deceive and conceal. Whether to delay the reignition, or spur it on is irrelevant.
All this is yet to matter, for in the end Shyish (Death) will come. Mortal, Divine, Real, False, all shall end if it exists. The decay ticks like a clock to zero, whether slowly or quickly, and as the spirit fades life burst awake once more and the chaos resumes.
The End begins it all, the Beginning is the sign of the end. Chaos fills the world, and to live is to be its instrument.
Deny the depths of horrific depravity (Dhar), and too beneath the grace of enlightenment (Qhyash), let me live among the chaos and be blessed with an ever-changing mortality.
May my chaotic song sing beyond my destined grave.
150 points banked.
Roll failed.
I was shocked out of my stupor by my power, and I was suddenly capable of recognizing the world around me.
Thankfully I was quick to recall exactly what I'd gone down that mental rabbit hole for, considering the not-quite literal death march I was on, letting my feet guide me to my destination without a second thought.
"Selah!" Lili screeched, not for the first time considering how I can get when I'm doing magic bullshit.
I didn't bother to turn back towards her. "Yeah?"
"Why are you doing this right now?! We could go and make a plan, or do research, and not whatever the hell you're planning!" She criticized my reasoning both fairly and logically, to the point a reasonable person would have no choice but to at least confront her argument head on.
That was her first mistake. "I don't do slavery of any kind, but considering the kind of place this is, the idea of sex slavery being right at my doorstep and having any sort of influence on my life is enough to drive me fucking insane. So, instead of making some bullshit plan, I'mma do my own thing."
My student sputtered, incapable of coming up with an argument that'd actually work on the wordiest way to say 'Nah, I don't feel like it' I could come up with. Unfortunately for me, there was a second person who was far more experienced with dumbassery than either of us.
"Selah, that is extremely reckless and will have severe consequences on not just you, but everyone around you." Ryu said severely, in a way that forced me to turn and look at her, even if I didn't stop walking to my destination. "If you refuse to bide your time and go about this cautiously, then you cannot possibly be acting with any consideration for bystanders. The path you're on is pitch black, and slick with the blood of every person you will murder, innocent or not."
I stopped walking for a second at the desperate rush of words that escaped from Ryu. The words she said were layered with experience, and I suddenly recalled a nugget of information I knew about her.
She single handedly killed an entire Familia.
I always knew she was strong, and considering she was an elf maid the author/mangaka didn't have the fucking balls to make her as anything other than a pure-hearted heroine for Bell. But… why did she kill them all? What drove the stoic elf to that point?
Was she always this stoic, or did she shut down from the guilt that clearly weighed down on her? Because it clearly weighed on her, with the sincere plea not to make the same mistake she did.
I looked her in her slightly wide green eyes, knowing she probably wasn't completely seeing me at that moment, and suddenly the voice of reason I'd personified far before ending up in Orario barged in with the force of a semi-truck.
Fuckin' Jiminy Cricket ass cannibal, go back to giving shonen speeches in Worm.
I let out a reluctant sigh as, while my very being continued to burn with indignation at the very idea of slavery existing in my city, longer-term thinking finally made an impact on my mind.
"Alright, you have a point." The woman that was at least double my Level trembled at my words, the sheer relief at the fact I listened to her almost enough to knock her off her feet. Damn, now I feel bad for what I'm about to say. "I'll make sure what I do is discriminant, so only the people who deserve it suffer. Okay?"
"That's fine, as long as you can wake up tomorrow and look your reflection in the eye, I don't particularly care what happens to traffickers." Ryu shrugged- right, murdered an entire Familia, not quite the mercy to your enemies type. And, considering the way she froze as Lili suddenly gave her a hug, she wasn't the type for that either.
"Oh thank…" Lili paused in her sentence, Ryu having somehow escaped her grasp before I'd even had time to blink.. "-you, Ryu. You have no idea how glad I am someone could talk some sense into- where the fuck are you going?!"
"Considering you were talking like I wasn't here, leaving." I called back, walking forward before I felt Lili grab at my shirt. "Listen, I'm currently crashing out, don't think I won't commit mass-murder shirtless."
I could feel Lili's gaze boring into the side of my face. "Ignoring whatever you just said, promise me that what you're about to do won't get in the way of our goals."
"...Get money, topple the King?"
"Exactly."
"I sw- oh you were about to drag me into a Binding Vow, weren't you!" I gasped, oh so proud of her for figuring out how to do that on her own. "Ah, nice try but you're a thousand years too early for that shit."
"Ah, can't blame a girl for trying?"
I gave her a sharp look, and instead of responding, I gathered the Ghur practically flooding from the Dungeon and turned myself into a raven. As the two openly gawked at what they considered unprecedented magic, I flew off into the air towards the spire that split the very sky.
Being a bird was… indescribable, especially considering my skill with manipulating the Wind of Beasts made the transformation much more comfortable along with the adjustments to being much, much smaller that I'm supposed to be.
Still, the feeling of the cool wind rushing past my body, washing down my everything like I was staring straight up into a shower head was… it was like my entire body had slot into the exact environment it was designed to be in.
While humans were designed to be fucking everywhere, birds flew. They belonged in the air, and only visited the ground and obeyed gravity for brief periods of rest.
It said a lot that even the sensation of finding a perfect place to reside wasn't enough to even douse the burning hatred in my chest. Speaking of, while my body followed its new instincts to perch and locate the target/prey, my non-bird brain focused on the spell I would cast and the new branch of magic I made to facilitate it.
It was through interacting with all the Winds of Magic to create this spell, that I discovered the error of my casting. The Winds are not inherently separate, and the flaws in using multiple Winds came solely from failing the spell (also flavor-text to make sure characters couldn't do literally everything), and there were already ways to combine them all together.
Most likely due to Magister Lord making me an authority for the Orders, the belief that no one should use more than one Wind hard-coded itself in my brain. Multiplying itself when I gained access to the others, but with Experimenter, my newly-fashioned Big Brain, and knowing every Wind like a master I was more than aware of the true issue with multiple variations.
Philosophy. No, I am not kidding.
The Winds of Magic all have various effects on the user, and through constant usage of the Wind it both incentivizes and influences the caster's mindset towards one that suits it. And if someone whose mindset is suited towards the Wind of Fire (Put as much fucking fire as possible until the problem is solved) attempts something similar with the Wind of Death (Be as precise and exact as possible if you don't want to kill everything in a thirty mile radius) bad things will happen.
But I don't have that issue… to a crippling degree anyway. I'll always find Chamon the hardest to use because metal doesn't really die and I don't find inherent value in gold. It's a shiny yellow rock that other people say is valuable, but I don't really care. Not to say that I can't use it at an extremely high level, but my first response will always be the other Winds unless it's a situation specifically for Chamon.
Qhyash, High Magic, is based on combining the various philosophies and therefore those Winds together to make an insanely powerful magic that can do anything. Dhar, Black Magic, is based on brute-forcing the magic around you into doing what you want.
Wisdom and Power. How ironic.
250 points banked.
Roll failed.
I have no idea what I've just missed out on, but I almost spat acid from sheer rage, so…
When I finally reached high enough, and used Chamon to twist the stone lining the outer layer of Babel into a platform, I undid my transformation and looked down at the world below me. Lights, magical and mundane, shimmered in the night as I witnessed all of Orario at once. Houses, bases, streets and alleyways, the entire city looked oh so beautiful from on high like this.
It was almost enough to convince me not to commit the act I had set out to do. To put down the metaphoric gun, fly back down, and take a less drastic course of action. Find a more peaceful way to rid this place of the scum that even I had ignored for far too long.
… But if not now, when? If not me, who? If not this, how?
I have many abilities available to me, but I doubt I could convince an entire city to throw out the oldest job in all of existence with sheer words. And a Level Two threatening the city is just asking for someone to come and crush me for having the audacity.
… But more than any logic, more than any cold truth, the fact of the matter is that I'm a selfish man who loves freedom far more than most people do. All freedom, mine and others.
All my hesitation, every second I'm not doing what I plan to do, is merely guilt. Because this would be the first time I kill 'unprompted'. The first time I throw the first and last punch. But I won't give up my initiative just because killing is wrong. And the mere implication that slavery could happen, that there are people who would gladly take the freedoms of me and mine away for coin is reason enough to damn them and any other.
Qhyash and Dhar, High Magic and Dark Magic, Wisdom and Power. Despite how I twisted Villainous Aura and Light Curses (Which has become comically ironic at this point), I do recognize that the ability is from Legend of Zelda.
The Triforce of Wisdom, a mark of near-divine wisdom and insight into the world that necessitates perfection. The Triforce of Power, a mark of pure demonic might that will bend the world to its whims through sheer force.
I felt the wind, it's expected biting chill hampered my cold resistance, brushing past my face and through my hair. The dark, boundless sky hung above me. I felt the stone beneath my feet, undaunted and immobile, connected to the earth beneath my feet that contained forces beyond my comprehension.
… I've always held a belief about the Legend of Zelda series, one I'd never actually looked into considering I wasn't going to buy a magical Nintendo box to play two games with. That anyone could bear the Triforce of Courage.
Link himself is a literal connection between the player and the world itself, and one of the textbook silent protagonists in all of gaming. And throughout the years, Link has proven that he gets scared. Terrified even, considering the events of Twilight Princess and Majora's Mask, for very valid reasons.
But it's truly unique in the fact that neither Zelda nor Ganon(dorf) have ever had the luxury of portraying themselves as anything less than the smartest or strongest person in the setting. Yet Link is different, because Courage is acting in spite of fear.
It doesn't demand constant higher thinking, or unending power, but the fucking balls to see some of the most horrific shit imaginable and decide to put a pointy piece of metal right in it's ribcage! Not for revenge, or glory, or any compensation, but because that's what the job needed and you'll be damned if it's left half-finished because you pussed out!
Neither divine, nor demonic, just pure. Human. Effort.
Two fingertips ignited on my right hand, the fire wisping into the air like smoke from an extinguished candle. I dragged Aqysh into the flames as the base of the spell, and prepared for an act that was just as likely to work as it was to destroy the universe.
But fuck it, gambling isn't a day-to-day decision, it's a motherfucking lifestyle.
Following the Wind of Fire, were the Winds of Beasts, Light, and Shadow. They swirled dangerously around the ignited flame, and on instinct I rolled my hand along with the Winds of Chaos, creating a spiral of arcane power.
I grit my teeth as I could almost feel the Winds rejecting each other out of turn, Hysh and Uglu's opposing natures making this even more difficult than normal due that fact. This was an act that went against the natural order of the world, a delusional act destined for failure.
Unfortunately, I both had the audacity to make the attempt, and enough hatred flowing to stitch reality into the shape needed to get the fucking job done.
As if I were aiming a bow, I held out my left arm out towards the target- a massive stone structure in the 'entertainment' district. Letting the flames catch on the opposing two fingers on the other hand, I drew back my arm like I was notching an arrow.
Cursed, Chaotic flames in the shape of a burning arrow with no bow formed beneath my power, and I could almost feel Mage Voice passing out in a combination of awe and terror at the act of magic I had just committed.
Aiming the arrow, I began channeling the specific spell within the blazing projectile. That was the missing piece for the creation of this branch of magic- the ability to form the magic and alter it before firing it off. High Magic would do all the calculations and specifications before even starting the spell, while Dhar just forces the Winds to do what the caster demands and lets it figure out the details.
Sweat poured down my brow, considering I was actively handling raw fire magic that I didn't have centuries of research into perfecting poured into my skull, I found the absolute perfect form for this spell to take.
Right eye squeezed shut, both for aiming and because of the giant fire stick in my hands, a savage grin burst free on my face as I spoke the words.
"Flames of Liberation." At those words, the spell flew free from my grasp, and a blazing comet struck the base of the Ishtar Familia. Why her's, specifically?
She was the one I knew, and…
I watched as the burning red arrow burst apart into a majestic column of pure burning magic that, for a split second, reached far beyond my position and past what clouds there were in the night sky. It's burning majesty made it so, for a split second, it looked as if day had broke in the middle of the night.
For a second, I wondered if everyone was just asleep considering the lack of screaming, but realized I was far too high to hear them.
And then the flames crashed back down, not as dying flame, but as if it were a crashing wave against the coast. The fire fell back down over Orario, flooding the entire city like a tsunami of cursed fire, and my grin widened as I watched the entire city drown in fire.
Of course, the fires quickly faded as it reached the city limits, turning into nothing in the open air as the spell's flashy entrance ended as fast as it started. The plan was to not murder any innocents that got caught up in my murder-frenzy, so I obviously didn't nuke the entire city.
No, as I felt dozens upon dozens of people begin burning alive as the curse activated, I leaned back and worked on gathering mana so I could make my way back home.
"What the actual fuck was that?!" Were the first things I heard as I walked through the front door of Blessed Balms. I looked over to Lili, who'd immediately left the table where Anubis, Bast, and Ryu had been sitting to march angrily over to me.
I shrugged. "The same type of curse you used, except instead of generalized hatred I used absolute hatred."
"I- you're fucking with me. How on earth could that actually be true- or even matter?!" The Pallum was both angry and confused, so I pat her on the top of her head so she could focus on being angry. "Get your fucking-"
"Do you want me to explain, or do you just want to yell at me? Cause you only get one." I explained simply, and while I could actively feel her body temperature rising, she eventually grit her teeth and demanded that I 'sit down and talk'.
"Hey Nubi, Bast. Glad you could make it, Ryu." I waved to my goddesses and the elf, who either waved back, narrowed her eyes at me, or nodded respectively.
350 points banked.
Roll failed.
"Alright, to cut out the middle man, I didn't actually set everyone on fire." I commented, and got hit with four simultaneous 'no shit' stares. "I specify, because several people did burn to death due to the spell."
And suddenly everyone was taking me seriously. I rolled my eyes. "Alright, full disclosure for the people who have no idea what prompted this and have been very calm about this."
Anubis' ears pointed straight up. "Oh, you wouldn't have killed someone if you didn't have a good reason for it."
"Eh," Bast shrugged. "Same here, but I also know if you wanted to kill the entire city you'd be way smarter about it."
"Thanks. So, I learned that there were slaves and human traffickers in the city tonight, so I decided to save and murder them respectively. So, I made a new type of spell- Flames of Liberation for anyone who cares- and fired it on the city."
"What type of curse is it, Selah?" Anubis asked, and I paused before addressing a problem I saw.
"I can make spells that aren't-"
"What type of curse is it, Selah?" She asked with the exact same cadence, and I sighed in defeat.
"Hm… if I had to describe it, it'd be a Plague Curse." I admitted, turning to the Pallum. "Like your Bleeding Curses, it spreads out to other people nearby but mine doesn't activate unless the person fits the qualifications for the curse. Which is being a willing slave owner or human trafficker."
"Couldn't have guessed that." Bast said sarcastically, and I gave her a look before continuing.
"In any case, if the curse activates you burn to death. If it doesn't, you turn into a vector to spread the curse until you either activate the curse and die, or just die of natural causes." I explained simply.
"Wait, so the spell only activates when you do slave shit?" The tomcat raised an eyebrow, but she was soon denied.
"No," Lili chimed in, surprisingly. "Considering how pissed you were, you wanted all of them dead right that second. Does it… read their minds or something?"
"Ten points to Slytherin…" No one reacted to my words, and I wondered if dealing with the British would be worth it so I could see their reactions to a Goblin banking system. "That means yes or correct. It doesn't exactly read minds, but the curse knows and will kill you if you deserve it. Win win."
"Selah." Ryu spoke up for the first time since I got here. "How long will this curse last?"
"It will long outlive me." Was my answer, and Ryu nodded decisively.
"You want to kill every trafficker and slave owner on the planet?"
"Yes." I said with a bloodthirsty grin on my face, even as Anubi and Bast looked at me when they noticed I had lied.
After all, everyone is a carrier for the Flames of Liberation. Including me. So, when I eventually gain the ability to travel to other dimensions (probably won't be hard, there's a fucking spell for that according to Qhyash so I can probably reverse-engineer something), the curse will follow me. And it will continue, on and on throughout every dimension I go to, until everywhere I have been is clean.
"Hell, honestly I've practically already done it. Orario is the trade capital for magic stones, so the curse will travel across the world fairly quickly." I assume, considering I'm not too sure how efficient travel-systems are in this world. Might just invent cars to speed this shit up. "It shouldn't be a problem anytime soon."
"Except for the restaurant full of people who saw you leaking hate like an orphanage in the rain, not even thirty minutes before hellfire rained on the entire city." Lili added, and I paused.
… What are-
A rock slammed through the window to the shop, and while Bast immediately glared at me I looked skyward.
"Didn't even fucking think it in time." Well, looks like I'm sleeping late tonight…
A/N: Not a hundred percent sure everyone will like this chapter, given there's at least one thing that might annoy someone here.
Either the SI immediately crashing out due to slavery if I didn't characterize him well enough, his decision to blow up Orario if I didn't emphasize how much of it was a gut reaction enough, or the fact I ended on a cliff-hanger if they didn't understand that last chapter was a freebie.
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Target Inception
In a fight, you have a sense of how things are about to go before everyone starts swinging. General ideas of what enemies are going after which of your allies and vice versa, most importantly though you can tell in what order these things happen. And that lets you cut in to protect someone, or just gang up on whichever target would go down fastest. This manifests as seeing arrows pointed from your allies and enemies towards each other which get brighter as the events foreshadowed come closer to happening. If you intercept one of these then your target will instead engage you instead of trying to go around and attack their original target.
SI: What the fuck, this is so fucking useful! Especially considering I just belly-flopped into the attention of every faction in Orario.
Mask of the Kami Jumper
This mask makes its wearer take the shape of a common race of the world and cloaks their divine aura. Other than this base deception, this mask can be used as a lens to magnify the power of divine casting. This could elevate a simple boon like luck to the point where even the most naive would begin watch in wonder as one good thing after another follows a person around or a power to teleport through shadows could grow to the point where you could go anywhere there is shadow in all the Plane.
SI: … Stat increases. Falna Buff. Domain Expansion improvements. All of my hate.
Mystic Code Crafter
You have a wealth of experience with crafting these grand artifacts, and you skill is unmatched among the modern world. With enough study, you could recreate the anti-magic bullets used by Kiritsugu or even the Volumen Hydrangium. With research you can even begin to make your own Mystic Codes, possibly with even more power then these have.
SI: Ah come one! Let me have at least one good Fate thing! Hell at this point I'd take a pegasus, as long as I never have to find out what the peg stands for.