Bound and Broken: An Isekai Adventure Dark Fantasy (Melas Book 1) by V.A. Lewis (autobiographies to read .TXT) 📕

happen, even if it was a magical one. He looked at the remains of the wooden target. Almost half of it was completely obliterated!

It was…

The Goblin had no words. No one did. They watched in shock and awe at the damage caused by the spell.

There was nothing to say.

It was—

"Amazing!" Gerritt exclaimed, his voice echoing in the cave chamber. "As expected from Valeria’s daughter!"

Well, sometimes, some people always had something to say.

Melas grinned weakly as she picked herself back up. Her own shockwave nearly knocked her down. She turned to the Orc.

"Next time, remind me to aim for something further back," she said, panting. "Blowing up the nearest one was not a good idea. I could have killed myself!"

 

Chapter 29: Annoyed Learning

Magic. It was not something that existed back in my world; at least, not in any material form. There was no basis of magic in reality: it existed solely in fiction, works of art, and ideas.

The very possibility of spells being thrown about was considered ludicrous by any rational individual. No sane person believed that they could conjure matter out of nothing; to do so would require an absurd amount of energy, which was unfeasible without some sort of incredibly complex machine. Thus, magic was simply the imagination to me, and I became disillusioned.

My world was disenchanted, so I was too. Perhaps in another world, magic could exist.

Just imagine: a fantastical realm where people soared through the skies by their ownself, and not through some machinations they created; a wondrous reality without any hardship, where you could always solve all your problems; or just a regular world, but with… magic.

It was a beautiful dream. A place most children and adults would want to live in. To be able to just create food with the wave of a wand when you were hungry, or to just snap and teleport to wherever you were going if you were late.

A world with magic. A land of dreams. And a world I lived in.

Yes, I am in a fantasy.

After I died, I found myself in another world. One where magic existed. One without any problems. One where all my dreams could come true—

Why do I have to read all this?! I slammed my head down. The book clattered on the table and nearly fell to the floor. I rubbed my forehead, as I groaned. Ouch. Should not have done that.

I just needed to give myself a reality check; I had to make sure I was not making all this up. A pinch to the arm would have sufficed, but it does not convey the same theatrics a forehead slam did! And it was definitely a warranted one!

Instead of being this marvelous thing that was completely incomprehensible—- true wonder that was enchanting and extraordinary— they…. they turned magic into a science!

Just— why? Magic is supposed to be magic! Not studying and books!

It was just so much reading. I mean— sure, I did plan to go to law school in my previous life, and that required a lot of reading. There was a lot of scrutiny and analysis of benign text that came with being a lawyer, after all. But this was different! I was reading about magic!

And it was so terribly boring.

I slumped over in my chair, and looked around the room; I was alone. After I proved myself to Victor some days or a week ago by passing the test— much to his surprise— he handed me a bunch of books to read when I asked him to tutor me. Apparently I had to learn the theory behind magic so my fundamentals would be better. Which is nonsense! I literally can’t even right now— magic is not supposed to be a science, but… a feeling!

Or at least, that was what I thought. That was not the case in this world; Victor told me there were various different aspects to magic— differing fields of spellcraft.

Victor himself was more of a generalist, though that was because he was still a fledgling Dark Acolyte. He was only a Disciple. It was only the first step into the hierarchy of the Dark Crusaders leadership, but becoming one at his age meant he was talented. He did have a partiality towards Pyromancy— fire magic— since it held quite the destructive potential, despite being a generalist.

Gerritt on the other hand practiced Necromancy, using the mana inside of corpses to reanimate them as puppets for fighting; that meant he could raise Zombies and Ghouls to fight for him.

"What about ghosts?"

I remembered asking the Orc the question last week..

"Like phantoms, wraiths, and other spectral horrors?"

"Hrmph, I don’t think that is possible," he said. "All souls return to the Goddess. I can not command them with magic just like how I can not command you or any other living being. Only the Goddess can do that."

"Huh." I raised an eyebrow. "Well at least you’ve still got Zombies, right? Those guys can easily overrun any city!"

"What do you mean, Melas? Zombies are ineffective. Barely more than fodder."

"But they can spread quickly... right?" I was met with a blank face; Gerritt just cocked his head in confusion. I tried to elaborate. "You know, Zombies can infect other people and turn them into more Zombies— like if they bite you… that’s how it works, isn’t it?"

"I’m afraid not. Zombies are merely the remains of newly dead bodies. Empty husks that are more durable than old skeletons. If a Zombie bites someone, they bleed— and maybe get sick from some disease the dead body carried— but nothing more. Perhaps if a Zombie kills a man, I could then raise his body too for battle; but if I raised too many Zombies, it'll eventually become too exhausting for me to upkeep."

"Oh, I see."

"Yes. Perhaps I should