Novels by Magetooo

Two weeks.Fourteen cycles of day and night had passed in the Upper World, but at the bottom of The Abyss, time was measured only by the clang of hammers and the roar of steel foundries.A colossal pillar that defied all architectural logic now towered upward, splitting the darkness of the abyss. It had already reached a height of several thousand meters, nearly touching the foundation of Onyxspire. The tower was not built from beautiful marble, but from the remains of ship hulls, ancient machine wreckage, and dragon bones forcibly fused together.And the one holding all that scrap together was Clive Collins.On one of the iron scaffolds, five thousand meters above the bottom of the abyss, Clive pressed both palms against the tower wall. Black-violet miasma poured from his skin, seeping through the pores of the steel and transforming the rusted metal into Obsidian Void, impervious to every form of Lumerian magic."Ugh..." Clive coughed softly. Black blood trickled from the corner of h

The air suddenly felt heavier at the bottom of The Abyss.Korg, the three-meter-tall giant, drove his steel axe into the crystal floor, cracking it beneath the blade. He stepped forward, removing the armor plate from his shoulder with a deafening scrape of metal against metal. The red mechanical lens in his right eye rotated into focus, scanning Clive's much smaller body.Clive exhaled slowly. The black and purple miasma that had been coating his arm was drawn back into his pores. The deadly glow in his eyes faded.He completely deactivated his Sovereign's Decay."Boss, are you out of your damn mind? You want to fistfight a walking grinder with your bare hands?!" Lycus shrieked inside Clive's chest cavity. The black heart throbbed in panic. "Your body's been modified, sure, but that thing's muscles are basically steam cylinders and pure steel, for God's sake! One punch and he could snap your neck!""Shut up. If I use magic, I'll only prove that I'm the same kind of tyrant as Benedict,

The silence inside the black crystal throne room was broken only by a faint hiss.Clive Collins sat hunched over on his obsidian throne. Beneath the feet of his dragon, hundreds of Abyssal Guards stood motionless like demonic statues awaiting his command. But Clive's attention was not focused on his new army. Instead, his gaze was fixed on a broken piece of a golden sword lying near his boot.It was a fragment of a Lumerian knight's sword that he had picked up. Clive lowered himself and extended his right hand, the hand that still retained its human form despite being covered in burn scars.He only wanted to touch the sword's hilt.To make sure his sense of touch was still functioning.His fingertip touched the white-gold metal.Ssssssss...In less than a second, the hard pure gold turned rusty brown. The corrosion spread with lightning speed, transforming the entire sword fragment into gray ash that immediately crumbled and was carried away by the underground wind.Clive froze.His h

The bottom of the Onyxspire abyss was no longer a sea of sludge and toxic waste.Ever since Clive allowed the pure energy of the Primordial Blood to merge with Lycus's miasma, the entire landscape in the depths of this world had changed. The wet ground had crystallized, hardening into a vast expanse of pitch-black obsidian that emitted a faint purple glow. In the center of that endless void, massive crystal formations jutted upward, intertwining until they formed a jagged throne that looked like the open jaws of an ancient dragon.Clive Collins stood directly before the throne.He no longer looked like an exhausted laborer. His tattered robe had been destroyed. In its place, remnants of black steel exoskeleton covered his shoulders, right arm, and part of his chest. His left eye was pitch-black, devoid of a pupil, while his right eye burned with a dark purple flame that seemed to freeze the air around him.He was an Eldritch entity.The king of the deepest abyss."Seriously, Boss. Thi

The darkness at the bottom of The Abyss trembled.The thick Primordial Blood, calm as a mirror of black asphalt, began to boil. Massive bubbles burst across its surface, releasing vapor that smelled of molten metal and ancient blood.In the depths untouched by any light, the obsidian cocoon encasing Clive Collins finally reached its tolerance limit.Cracks stretched across the surface of the shell, radiating blinding purple and neon-green light.Inside his chest, two different entities had merged into one with his human soul.There were no more automatic system warnings.No more boundary between host and parasite.“Big Brother... everything’s stable now. Your physical boundaries and digital code have completely merged,” Wrenna’s voice echoed softly.She no longer sounded like a mechanical AI.She sounded like a little sister embracing her brother from within.“Holy shit, Boss. My muscles feel l

Inside the enormous cocoon made from the liquid of The Primordial Blood, there was no gravity. No bone-chilling cold, and no heat scorching the skin.There was only silence.Absolute silence that felt like a mother’s embrace in the middle of the night.Clive floated in a curled position like a fetus inside a womb. His physical body was being destroyed and reconstructed at the molecular level, perfectly merging with the pure essence of Lycus, the Primordial Predator, and the dragon blood of Drakon’s Spine.A process that should have inflicted pain beyond human comprehension was now completely painless.His emotional nerves had died. His pain response had been numbed.Clive only felt... sleepy.A deeply peaceful sleepiness.Inside his mental space, Clive opened his eyes.He stood in a room whose floor was made of clear water, reflecting a starless sky of deep purple overhead. There was no smell of blood. No smoke.“Is it over?” Clive murmured softly.His voice echoed across the endless