SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar-Novel

Original Magic was the pinnacle of a Mage's personal journey with Magic.

After familiarizing themselves with the concept, they could weave the very formula they had been practising and create their own unique brand.

Mages could choose to either start from scratch or tweak the ones they could already use.

The more unique an Original Magic was, the more unpredictable it would be. And the more versatile it was, the more useful it would be. However, no one could argue the power an Original Magic user wielded.

After all, even the Arcanas were formerly the Original Magic of certain individuals of old.

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"Original Magic: Dance Of The Celestial Lights." Stefan smiled, both hands folded as he looked at Maria in a condescending way.

"At this point, using Original Magic should be enough for you."

Maria said nothing as she kept her gaze on him. Her calm face always bothered him, but he soothed himself by staring into her eyes. They were filled with emotions—most likely fear.

However, just when he decided to strike, Stefan noticed something.

"They're here…" Maria whispered.

The people who had arrived—who Stefan had also sensed because they had gotten within his range—were none other than the backup forces.

The Beastfolks!

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Baraja was a powerful, well-renowned Beast folk among his people.

Some even said that he was second only to the Beast King in strength. When he had been younger, he'd even dreamed of having that position.

That would be the greatest honour, he thought to himself.

However, with Gerard's emergence—someone much more powerful than he was—Baraja accepted his fate. He would always come short against the Beast King no matter how hard he tried.

Sure, he was a Dragon Beastfolk, just like the former Beast King—Vaizer. However, Gerard was a different kind of monster. He was a variant with so many transformations and bloodlines that it was impossible for him to compete against him.

In both strength and versatility, he was inferior.

And… Baraja accepted it.

He decided to accept his lot, refusing to compare himself to Gerard any longer. Rather, he chose to cultivate his strength at his own pace.

He was currently a well-to-do warrior. He had enough fame and status to last him a lifetime. He had a good family, and the satisfaction he experienced when he attained a new level of strength—without comparing it to Gerard—was indescribably pleasant.

All in all, Baraja was the best he could possibly be; which was why he was sent, alongside a squadron of five thousand Beastfolks, to the Eastern Kingdom.

According to the last report they got, the Eastern Kingdom wasn't under siege at all, so he and his forces took their time getting there while taking close looks at their surroundings to spot where the enemy could be hiding.

They didn't spot anyone or anything until they neared the capital. Once they did, however… he and his team were overwhelmed by the horror!

'T-the entire capital… has been destroyed?!'

What amazed Baraja the most was that there were still no Nether Beasts in sight. Just chaos and destruction all over the place. However, almost as soon as they spotted the destruction, Baraja was able to spot two people on the scene.

One was a young woman, who was on the floor, and the other was a young man. The latter seemed to have the advantage, and Baraja could spot highly concentrated light energy emanating from the man's direction.

"Is this the enemy? Is he the one responsible for all of this?!" Baraja whispered.

He recognized the young lady once he got closer. She was one of the people of the Eastern Kingdom—his ally. The fact that no one else was around—not even the Grand Mage he had been told he would meet—meant the enemy had either wiped them out, or something unfortunate had occurred.

Either way… he and his team would have to help.

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"HALT THERE, NETHER CULT MEMBER!!!"

Stefan watched himself become instantly surrounded by the Beastfolk army.

They gathered around him like flies, and he felt that they would be a bother to him and his little rematch with the genius of the Eastern Kingdom.

"You're in my way…" He sighed.

Of course, the Beastfolk soldiers were not going to back down simply because he was dissatisfied. Thus, he had to make an example out of them.

"Guess I'll use this power on them first…" Stefan eyed the Dragon Beastfolk who appeared to be the leader of the army.

He had a dignified appearance, and he looked powerful. However, the guy was nothing compared to him.

"Red."

A red beam of light formed in front of Stefan, and it seemed to be getting larger as seconds passed.

"EVERYONE, DEFENSIVE MANEUVERS!"

"Useless." Stefan thought to himself as he released the red ball—which was now twice as big as he was.

>WHHUUUUUUUSSSHSHHHHHH!!!<

Instantly, the Beastfolk erected a barrier made of Aether—using their tools—and took their formation as they prepared to attack.

However—

>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!<

The red blast expanded, destroying the Aether shield instantly. Just a little bigger, and it would have consumed Baraja and the subordinates he had around him.

'Red is simply for destruction.' The malevolent boy smiled. 'Should I try a different colour?'

Stefan's Original Magic: Dance Of The Celestial Lights, was a technique that involved seven different colours—each with its own distinct effect. Not only did it ensure versatility, but their nature as light also guaranteed their speed.

In the end… it was an Original Magic perfect for him.

Red stood for pure destruction. The bigger he made it, the more powerful the blast would be.

However, because he didn't want to waste any time with them, and he wanted to render their defences obsolete, Stefan decided to opt for…

"Indigo."

Instantly, an indigo light shone, spreading around Stefan like mist.

The brilliant surge of light travelled faster than the Beastfolks could react to, though their defences held up.

"Hehe.."

Unfortunately, even the defences could not prevent what happened next.

"UARRRGHHHHH!!!! MY HEEEAAAADDDDD!!!"

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"MY ARMS!"

"URRRKKKKK!!!"

Stefan revelled in the screams of his adversaries as he stood at the center of the army. All the Beastfolk soldiers that surrounded him were suddenly afflicted with something beyond their control.

Indigo!

'I've affected their minds. Their synaptic responses are in overdrive, so they're seeing hallucinations and experiencing a lot of pain. Once it reaches a certain threshold… they'll die.'

The best part about this technique was that it was incorporeal, so unless the target escaped its effective range, it would keep on affecting them.

"With this… I've won."

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