All Chapters of System Of Lust: The Mages Burden: Chapter 111
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Chapter 111
A month earlier... Morpheus had told Greg that the only way he would rise through the demi tier without getting stuck at the third rank was to find a new domain of desire that the law of desire didn't already cover. Most mages would have to do this blindly, groping through the dark trying to find an area that wasn't already captured by the law. Greg on the other hand, had a rare opportunity where he was regularly coming in contact with the law itself. Meaning that, if he could hold out long enough, Greg could map out the domain already covered by the law and from there try to find a direction to take it that was new. Greg wasn't sure when exactly it happened, but at some point, he stopped trying to glean as much as he could from the law of desire. Instead, his attention turned to himself. Have your very being destroyed enough times and you stop thinking of yourself as a physical entity. This was a thought that Greg had never anticipated having, but it perfectly encapsulated what
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To every action in the universe, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The moment Greg realized that he was in a cage, and everything he was doing was just to break out of that cage, a tyrannical will was born within him. Fueled by the desire to buck the hold and control that others were trying to exert on him, Greg rebelled. He wasn't just a tool. He wasn't just a cog in someone else's plan, something to be oiled with a few gifts but not allowed to refuse the function that others had set for it. He wasn't just a target dummy for Fate to aim arrows at. They wanted him to bend. To break before their superior will. To lower his head simply because they were born at a higher life order tier than he was. They thought themselves inevitable, implacable, immovable, and eternal like the very laws that governed existence.They were wrong!***Morpheus couldn't help but look at the boy with some surprise when he noticed that his destruction by the law of desire took half a second longer than
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It had been thirty minutes since the last of Olivia's clones had been killed. The seven pirate ships had been like beehives that someone had kicked. There was a buzz of activity on them as they prepared to launch an attack. On their deck, there was a tense unease as they all watched the preparations take place. At least, Calyn and the armored guards on the deck felt uneasy, the two monsters standing beside her were calmly chatting away as if nothing of any significance was taking place. When Alena's life-seek spell allowed them to wipe out the pirates' vanguard force in just two volleys, everyone looked at the healer with respect in their gazes, as they recognized her magical prowess. After Olivia's clones had gone on the offensive and claimed almost a thousand lives, however, Calyn could see the fear in the gazes of the armored guards whenever they glanced in Olivia's direction. After the display they'd just watched, there was zero doubt in any of them that Roka's guard could kill t
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Calyn, along with everyone else on deck, turned to find another Olivia standing next to her. Calyn couldn't help but shudder as she realized that she hadn't even been aware of her approaching. Once again, she became keenly aware of just how easy it would be for the woman to kill her should she want to. Barely a second after everyone's gaze had turned to this new clone, however, they snapped back to the fourth-tier mage as they felt a powerful pulse of mana coming from his direction. Calyn was seized by the fear that an attack had been thrown their way. Despite sending mana to both her gauntlets and circlet to activate the defensive enchantments on them, there had been very little hope in her that she would survive. This was, after all, a fourth-tier mage while she was only at the second tier. Much to her surprise and relief, however, the mana hadn't come from the lightning mage, but from a scroll that was quickly turning into motes of light in the hand of the dying clone."What... wha
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Greg was calm even as he felt his body come apart. For whatever reason, it always started with his physical body. More than once Greg had tried to open his eyes to see what it looked like to disintegrate as you were subsumed by a law. All the attempts, however, ended in failure as all he saw was blackness accompanied by a wet feeling on his cheeks. It wasn't until the fiftieth or so time that he tried this that Greg realized that it was actually his eyes that were flowing down his cheeks. That it had taken him so long was something that, for some macabre reason, he found really funny. It was a mercy that the whole disintegration process was quick and rather painless, otherwise Greg suspected his mind would have been broken long ago. After so many deaths, Greg had gradually become detached from his physical existence. Every new iteration of him that was restored by the stasis formation felt like a garment he'd put on that he'd soon take off. This strange state of mind is what allowed
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Not having tried to resist his imminent death and instead trying to understand it, Greg wasn't surprised when his eyes opened to find himself back in the stasis formation, his former body nowhere to be found. Having already gone through this a thousand times before, Greg wasn't at all bothered by having died once more. His, brow arched, in surprise, however, when he found that he was alone in the room. All through the time that Greg had been going through this process, Morpheus had always been sitting cross-legged opposite him, watching him. Had the deity finally grown bored? Or was there something else that had drawn him away? Greg was tempted to call out to him to get him to come back. But even if he did, what would that achieve? It wasn't like he was going to improve faster with the deity staring him down. With a sigh, Greg closed and once again reached out to connect to the law of desire... *** Calyn raised her left hand to block the sword aimed at her neck. While Ardinium was
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It went without saying that no second-tier healer could cast healing spells as powerful as the ones the increasingly mysterious woman behind her was casting. Being a clan of body enhancers, the Sydrak clan had no shortage of healers, both those adopted by the clan and those who exchanged their services for coin. Calyn had seen the work of healers belonging to different tiers, starting from the first tier to the one time she got to see a fifth-tier healer work. A second-tier healer would have needed several hours to restore the wound fully without further complications. And at the end of it all, she'd have been sporting a scar from the injury. To heal so completely with a simple spell rivaled what Calyn had seen the fifth-tier healer do. Even more amazing was the fact that it wasn't just their wounds that she was patching up. All the strain and fatigue that she'd accrued in battle faded from her body like ice melting under the noonday sun. Healer Alena was singlehandedly the reason wh
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Scar glared at each of them, his burning gaze forcing them to lower their heads before him. "Pathetic," he spat, floating past them as he turned his attention toward the lone airship that had turned out to be a much tougher nut to crack than he'd been expecting. Lifting his hands, with his palms facing each other, Scar called on his mana, infusing it with as much of his aspect as he possibly could. A white ball of flame formed between the palms of his hands, slowly growing from the size of a small seed to about the size of a grown man's head. It would do some damage to the ship, but at the very least, would clear the deck and allow them to get a foothold. Offering no warning even to those ostensibly on his side, he thrust both his hands forward sending the furious ball of flame shooting forward at a blinding speed. The fact that there were no screams of agony from the airship didn't at all surprise him. These were the flames of a fifth-tier mage with insight into the aspect of heat,
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Forgive my impertinence Elder, but may I ask why you chose to enslave them? If there is something you wish done, just ask and I'll do my utmost to see it done." Standing on the partially burned deck of their airship, Morpheus watched as the seven pirate airships disappeared off in the distance. He allowed a few moments of silence to pass before answering the clone standing just a few steps behind him "No, you may not ask," he said. Though the words were spoken calmly, they both knew that they were not in any way negotiable. Though she hadn't descended, Morpheus could feel the focus and attention of the real Primordial on him. Her attention had snapped to him the moment he'd stepped onto the deck and in the clone's line of sight. He was being watched closely. Everything he did and said would be taken apart and scrutinized from all angles for any openings or vulnerabilities. An easy way to find yourself in trouble or worse, dead, is to assume that your foes are stupid. They had succe
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The clone's expression remained completely flat, not giving away anything that would indicate whether Morpheus was right or not. The deity, however, didn't care. He hadn't been expecting her to verify his words either way. He was touching at her core secrets. Unlike in the lower life order tiers, those in the middle tier lived and died by the laws they had command over. To know someone else's abilities and limitations in terms of their law was like knowing all the vulnerabilities of a fort. Had the Primordial been certain of victory, chances are that she would have already attacked. "You couldn't seek help from others at the ascendant rank as you would be exposing your weaknesses to them. It'd be no different from a mortal exposing their neck to a pack of wolves. Those in the demi tier were also not a viable prospect as even if they are closely aligned with lust, they've already set themselves on a particular path. You weren't looking to copy others, you wanted to experience the epi