Strongest Among the Heavens
Chapter 268: Work of Geniuses II

Chapter 268: Work of Geniuses II

William Martin, comatose.

"No food, no change...it’s like Commander Cedric said."

According to the Templar healer, William’s magical energy had increased to an extreme degree, altering his very soul. His body couldn’t handle the change and consequently shut down. Due to the nature of the magical flux, the seventeen year old was in a magical stasis, neither dead nor alive.

Kazi didn’t need to feed him. William was pale but he wasn’t getting paler. Kazi quietly noted the similarity with Paul’s death; how his body was in a magical stasis of some kind that prevented blood from seeping and his physical state from changing.

’I did a bunch of medical research. I used different types of Divine Miracle Water. I learned healing skills that remove curses. But none of it worked. To alter the soul and to fix requires the hand of the divine. I don’t have that hand yet.’

Regenerating limbs, healing the soul...even with Ascension, he couldn’t understand how to bestow to others. Himself, yes, he had conjured up a special SS-ranked skill for it. But for Marta and William, there was nothing he could. There was nothing anyone could do.

His eyes lingered. William was comatose and Marta was struggling and the world...didn’t care. Articles were written at the time. People mourned. His own eyes darkened from the amount of reading and study he did, and yet the news now was merely whispers. Like on Earth, people never cared for long.

That was just how it was. A tragedy occurred and guess what? They moved on. He understood everyone lived their own lives. He understood not everyone lost something.

But still, why did it always end with Kazi having to deal with tragedy? With death and sorrow? How come his suffering never stopped? Why did it always feel like Allah was against him?

He ripped his gaze and sat down on the floor, a cushion under him. The sound of William’s breathing was comforting. In the corner of the room was a plate of old Bangladesh sandalwood. A stick that burned and gave out a refreshing, potent scent.

Kazi ate with a fork with one hand and opened up his palm with the other. His fingers curled up slightly and glowed. One by one, balls of yellow light appeared. He inhaled sharply and balanced the balls on his fingers before having them rotate between each finger.

An intermediate exercise focusing on shape control, mastering it typically took a couple years of effort. But for Kazi, well...

"Easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy."

Index to middle, middle to ring, ring to pinkie, pinkie to thumb, thumb to index. The pattern was simple enough so he decided to go crazy. Thumb to ring, index to pinkie, and pinkie back to index. He went faster and faster yet kept firm control of everything.

"Mm." With his other hand, he took a bite of the sausage. The chaos on the palm of his hand was a fun pastime. He learned about this exercise during his visit to the House of Wisdom. It was one of the common exercises done by magic-users born in the White Abyss. Its simplicity made it quite effective in developing intermediate-level magic control.

Just by reading, his understanding of magic grew. Once the deal with Prince Yuzin was done, he thought about going to the University of True Magic. The semester was starting very soon. If not, then the Old Mage Tower would work too. Kazi wasn’t picky. The only issue would be finding a Wizard or Sorcerer to apprentice under.

’An apprentice, huh...? Probably not a good idea. Being someone’s student never works out for me.’

He ate his food, audibly breathing in and out. He conducted a second exercise: on the palm of his hand, he summoned a ball of light. The ball dimmed and twisted into a triangle, then a cube. Another example of shape control. Shape control was vital to casting high-level magic circles and spells and to train such a skill required muscle memory. The nerves needed to understand. The body needed to adjust. Kazi sighed and stopped the exercise.

It all came too easy for him.