I LOVE THIS WORLD x1

This world is so awesome.

I just love it here.

This world has Magic

Powers

Friends

Tons of food

No basements

No punching uncles

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“Huh?” the child blinked, confused.

The birds chirped while a gentle breeze blew. The sunlight lit the beautiful, concrete floor, ohh shiny. The red-haired kid leaned over the boundary of the verandah, staring at the flowers in the garden.

He ran into the garden, staring at the flowers before plucking them. I make bou-k-….. Flower bunch.

“Now what do we have here?”

The child froze, glanced over at the man looking down at him, quivering. “F-for you,” he raised the messily arranged bouquet. The man took it with a gentle smile.

Looks ten

Yeah, he will do just fine

“Oh, so what is your name?”

The kid looked down, then back at the man, but I don’t remember. “I-I am………” his eyes shifted from the sky, to the man, over the ground, and back at the man.

I guess he is nameless.

“I think your name must be Dacoria, in our world, it means the most needed, beloved warrior.”

The kid’s eyes glistened. My name, he looked at the blond man, “It's aw-shum.”

The man burst into laughter, “Well, aren’t you a bit old to be mispronouncing things? The word is awesome.”

Dacoria looked at the floor, embarrassed. The man extended his hand, “Let’s go in.”

He grabbed it, before glancing over at him, “What’s your name?”

The man looked at Dacoria, his eyes dull, “I-I am Reynold.”

He bent down, lifting dacoria over his shoulder, “and I am the king of Star area.”

Cool

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Dacoria munched on the food. He and the king ate at the dining table all alone. “It’s been some time since you came, Dac, so tell me what you think of this place.”

“It’s aw-shu-mmmm.” Dacoria kept stuffing his mouth.

“Dac, I told you that you came to this world because you died in your previous one.”

“I know,” he answered, without a bit of concern.

“Do you remember how you died?”

“dunno”

The king looked to his side,

He doesn’t remember. That’s strange, you told me they would remember.

Oh

I see

“What was your life like, Dac?”

Dacoria looked at the king, and he looked up at the ceiling, wagging his legs. “Mommy and daddy left me, so I lived with my uncle.”

Most likely, they died

“Uncle loved me, but he said I was dumb.” Dacoria kept eating.

His mental level is definitely below average,

perfect.

“The-nn... he pu-me in the bash-ment,” Dacoria swallowed the food, “he said, he had no food.”

Dacoria giggled, “But he said I could eat his punches.”

The king’s eyes widened, and he reached for Dacoria’s hand. “Then?”

Dacoria stared blankly, “I don’t know, he stopped coming, then I don’t know.”

Dacoria continued eating

He died of starvation.

Most likely, he never understood that he had passed away.

“Dac, don’t forget to take the pills.”

"okie" 

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The king taught me a lot of things,

In this world,

People have Abilities

It comes from the manoid, a person is born with

The fun part is that those who don’t have powers

They can get it from crystals, stones, and potions

This type of ability is called Powers

Here, people learn how to control this manoid so they can do anything.

“Well, it’s been a month now.” The king stood with a woman next to him.

Dacoria stood in the middle of the room with much equipment arranged in one area. The place where the boy stood had many obstacles and broken robot parts. His hand shone, and an orb appeared, its size increasing. He closed his hand, upon reopening, a gush of sped light rushed out, hitting the obstacles. Shreds of machine parts fell all around.

“Well, your power is coming out well, but remember to gain as much knowledge as possible.”

Dacoria gasped for air, “I know."

King tilted his head, "What do we need when we vanish to some place?"

" If we want to vanish to some place, we should have it in our mind.”

The king patted his head, “You also need knowledge about the things you appear to yourself.”

Dacoria snapped his fingers, and an apple appeared. “This is from the garden.”

“I know,” the king said, “well, you were having some trouble, what was it?”

Dacoria looked to the ground, “Remember when you told me that I can vanish towards anything?”

“Yeah, if you know the object or the person you want to go to, you can check its location and vanish to that place even if it's unknown to you.”

Dacoria pouted, “Yeah, but when you left, I tried going after you, but I couldn’t vanish there.”

The king chuckled, “Oh, the place I was at must have barriers making it restrictive; if you try going to such a place, you need special access.”

Dacoria sighed, “Well, telekenesis is going fine.” he glanced over at the obstacles, “Even manoid concentration for shooting.”

“What about manoid concentration, for creating things?”

Adjacent to them, light flew as it hardened, creating a statue of Dacoria. Below it was written, ‘the most serious man’

Dacoria looked proudly. “Going well.”

The woman and the king stared at the statue. The woman looked at the king, confused. King looked back at her, “This means he is intelligent; he can’t pronounce intelligent.”

“More like his vocabulary is limited,” the woman sighed

Turning to the woman, “How is the magic going?”

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There is another type of ability

It magic

Magic is for those without manoid.

It’s a language

It’s supposed to be learnt

But

Only some people know this language

And  mastered it

She is a sorceress,

She is skilled in this language.

She calls herself a scholar.

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The sorceress sighed, “He is still learning the alphabet, but the sigil practice is coming out well.”

The king looked at Dacoria, “Make a sigil to erupt fire, use the star area sigil.”

“The one with the star or that heptagon?”

The sorceress whacked his head, “A heptagon or an octagon is for demonic sigils.”

“okie”

He sat down drawing, the sorceress leaned closer to the king, “The conversation is going smoothly, you can see when he is using abilities, he changes.”

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I can easily use the obvious powers

Teleportation

Telekinesis

Creation

And

Mind manipulation

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The king says people from other dimensions have a specialty

We have a better grip on power

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"Now vanish to the white place where Cot lives."

Dacoria disappeared when he returned. He collapsed onto the floor, shivering

This happens, my body is gaining too much power

It can’t keep up

The sorceress is helping me adjust

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“I will take him now,” she said, looking at the king, “we are almost done.”

They helped him up and placed him on a slab. The king patted his head as he panted.

“It will be okay.”

"I-I know." Dacoria grabbed the king's hand. “I love you both, you are like mommy and daddy.”

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I don't know what happened for a while.

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Dacoria stood in front of a mirror. He was 16, his red hair flowing down to his knees.

“You said I can’t age.”

The sorceress smiled, “Yeah, but I used aging magic on you.”

“I know it too,” Dacoria yelled enthusiastically, “can I use it on me?”

“Of course”

Dacoria smiled and glanced at his reflection, “I don’t like these tentacles growing out of my back, I look like an octopus.” he tipped over one of them.

“Well, that’s something common amongst your species.”

“But other humans don’t have these”

“Silly, I changed your species; you are now a power taker.”

“Power taker?”

"Yeah, and now that magic I taught you to meet Cot in that white place, you will be able to use it without fainting."

The king entered, ruffling Dacoria's hair, "Dac, I was thinking we should name this place Star Awesome..........it is better than worizambhishwam nomi kosae"

Dacoria looked at the king, "I wanted to ask you something." Dacoria turned back 10, shifting from one foot to the other, "Do you have any kids?"

The king smiled, "Yes, you" 

Dacoria looked at the floor, "n-no real kids"

The king lifted him, "You are my real kid, but if you want to ask kids born from my blood, then I have tw- five" putting dacoria down. "My son-no, my daughter, princess Amanda, you will meet her, be nice to her, okay?"

The sorceress took a step forward. “Well, when you fainted, another kid came, he is Damian.”

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"You are ugly."

"No, you are."

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“I am Philomena.”

“Phi- what?”

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“Pretty lady!”

“I am Shar, and I am a boy.”

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"Let's take a group photo of you four"

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We lived together, and every day was awesome

We were all happy

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But soon the king stopped coming

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Lightning flashed, followed by a heavy rainfall. Dacoria sat waggling his legs. The entrance to the lounge opened, and the sorceress came in, drenched.

“He is finally killed,” she wiped her tears, “n-no, he was dead………..they never got to see it done.” Dacoria stood still, shivering, unable to understand. She stood up with cold eyes, and her staff appeared.

“His will reached Amanda. She is your leader now, and I am your enemy.”