The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I all but yell, my head spiralling. "They used the old magic, dark magic. They made it so that each person he kills he can take their years." He calmly explains, much more sedated than I am. "What does that even mean?" My whole body is bouncing with every feeling. I can't even place what I'm feeling.

He still felt the pain he felt that day. He unconsciously touched his right arm. A scar was there. Something that reminded him daily of the decision he took on that day. Leaving memory lane and into reality, he focused on the book in front of him. It was a leather-bound book with brown color. He flipped it up the page which he had been looking at for a month. He needed to see Dane. And that would only be possible through the use of dark magic. No witch was born with the ability to teleport m they could do other simpler magic but not teleportation. He had done that a number of times and it was taking a toll on his soul.

Like Gar, we both are completely in the dark about what Sofia just said pertaining the time we have left. “I don’t think he knows this yet but time works sort of differently on both worlds. For him, it must’ve been more than a century since I took you into this world but to me here, It’s just been sixteen years.” Sofia confirmed. “The spell you need to get there in time can only be casted with the scroll where it is contained. The power of that spell flows not only in the language of magic but that scroll as well.” Now we understand most of what she said if not everything judging by Charlie who kept on nodding his head as she spoke.

The man said and Evandros snorted. "Both of us know you are born without a match and so is she. Instead of taking things normally for example kidnapping her, and breaking her spiritual core, you being a lunatic made me do dark magic in mountains for two years. So many people died with my experiments and after two years I was able to do something God does. Only if you weren't a crazy obsessive psychopath, I wouldn't have wasted my two years just for you." He continued, his tone as if he was showing off which he was.

I’d thought I’d imagined it. “How?” I asked. “How did you come back?” “There’s a ritual.” He said it like the words tasted like ash. “Old magic. Moon Goddess magic, not witch-made. It costs — ” He paused. “It costs things you don’t get back. Time. Years off the end of your life, burned in exchange for a second chance at the beginning.” I stared at him. “You traded years of your life.” “Yes.” “To come back for someone you’d never spoken to.”

"It's the type of magic that most witches don't go near, 'cause not only is it dark, but it can be deadly. To force your body to bend to the will of space and time, manipulating it to your benefit, is an act against nature. Against the universe. Against the gods. The concept of time is just forward, with the past having already happened, the events set in stone. We can't be jumping forward or falling backward in it whenever we see fit. "Which is why only supreme witches who are masters in the art of dark magic have a better chance of practicing tempus summatum successfully without killing themselves or going crazy or getting stuck in a particular time. But again, not many of us, even the mos

a month later, he had nearly spiralled into madness when he had researched his current situation. The realm he was now residing in was a magically barren wasteland that barely had the protection of a semi formed realm zone to protect it from the pull of the ether void’s magic hungry machinations. He had then murdered the family in a fit of rage when they had come to see what had afflicted him. It had taken another three years of laborious toil to accumulate enough magic to pulse through his meridians to overcome the draw of the ether of this realm. He had lived through many incarnations and his soul had endured for many years, but this place had put such a strain on him, for the first time

Caius screamed. It wasn't a grunt or a gasp of managed pain. It was a raw, primal cry torn out of his lungs as three years of accumulated Tethering energy tore itself free of his bloodline in a single, catastrophic wave. The candles blazed into white-hot pillars. The runes on the floor glowed with a blinding light. The stone walls hummed so violently I felt my teeth vibrate. I held the contact. I was the channel. I was the bridge. The dark magic poured through me and out, not into my soul, but through the ability, exactly as the journal had promised. Forty days of grinding my will against iron blocks had prepared me for this minute.

And, his brother looked fully intact, except that he looked haggard and had a deathly pallor—unlike the paleness of a vampire. His brother’s delirious laughter, despite the still-falling tears, cut off his thoughts. “Look at you! Look at you! Look at you…” Magus muttered, eyes glowing red. ‘I must look horrible to you. You are not much different,’ he spoke with his mind. Because his mouth refused to open. “No. You don’t know what you look like.” His brother howled, amidst his laughter. “You are a 13-year-old corpse!” Decades must have passed, if not more, since his brother was an adult. It was the demons’ spell that had frozen him in his teenage years.

“You can't pay three million dollars for PUSSY.” I didn't know if demarketing myself would make him want me less, but it seemed as if he didn't care. “See to it that the girl gets to my car, unharmed.” The Dark lord said completely ignoring my outburst. "We had a freaking deal," I screamed at Antonio. "I was going to pay you off and get my freedom." I screamed even louder at Antonio as tears threaten to fall from my eyes, meanwhile he smiled as if he just won the lottery. Of course, he did; the fucker just gained three million dollars for doing nothing.