Heavenly level magic 'Rekso Jagad'

The sun had set, and the orange glow painted the sky and the earth like a curtain of beauty.

William and his group intended to return to their fragthesis, but before that, King Dadang offered to take them to an allied kingdom.

King Dadang feared that if they returned right away, they might be killed by Rogo Geni. He did not want William’s group to die.

King Dadang also extended the offer to Randiman, his guards, and King Surowuluh, but they declined. They did not wish to trouble King Dadang any further.

Besides, they could shift between fragteses easily. They didn’t need to use a mythical-level spell for that.

As William and his group climbed onto Dudung’s back, Randiman and his guards had already turned into liquid form and returned to the Kingdom of Rogobanyu, as had King Surowuluh. They did so by sinking into the ground.

At that moment, Dudung headed toward the sea. From a distance, they could see something—a massive blue metal with golden streaks, shaped like a giant log.

“Isn’t that wood-like metal made of Domerite?” William asked.

“Yes,” Dudung replied.

“What’s it for?” William asked.

“You’ll know soon enough,” Dudung answered.

Dudung entered the water, pressing the tip of his snout against the Domerite.

William and his group’s vision shifted—they could see nothing. Panic rose, and they instinctively prepared for battle. Arga activated a magic circle, and so did Arjuna. All they could see was a single color: white.

“Don’t worry. Nothing will happen,” Dudung reassured them.

“But—”

“This is just a spatial-conception fold,” Dudung interrupted.

Hearing Dudung’s words, they calmed down. Arjuna and Arga canceled their magic circles.

When their sight returned to normal, the scene had changed. No longer was there an endless ocean—it was now land.

They all turned to look behind them and saw the wood-like Domerite metal still in the water.

“This is incredible,” Arjuna murmured.

“How far is the Ghaviles Kingdom from this land?” William asked.

“If I didn’t touch the Domerite with my snout, it would take at least a month to get here,” Dudung explained.

Dudung continued crawling forward with William’s group on his back.

Hearing this explanation, they were even more impressed with Gavian technology.

They wanted to know how the Domerite artifact worked, but they knew it was impossible to find out now. They were separated from the Kingdom of Ghaviles by fragthesis, so they would need mythical-level magic to travel there.

Then they remembered one thing—William’s sword. They thought that with that sword, they could visit the Ghaviles Kingdom anytime.

What they didn’t know was that the sword William carried was still too unstable and couldn’t reliably send them to the intended fragthesis.

“William,” Arjuna called.

William turned to look at him.

“What is it?” William asked.

“That sword can bring us back to this fragthesis, right?” Arjuna asked.

“No. You came here because the probability just happened to be right,” Dudung explained.

“So we got here by luck?” Arjuna asked.

“Yes. The exoferite is far from perfect,” Dudung confirmed.

“How did you manage to develop the exoferit?” William asked.

“We used heavenly-level magic,” Dudung replied.

“What’s the name of the spell?” William asked.

“It’s called 'Kerso Jagad',” Dudung answered.

“Do you remember the incantation?” William asked.

“It’s longer than 'Gonto Sero',” Dudung replied.

William still wanted to know the incantation, even though he knew it was extremely long. He didn’t care—he wanted to be able to create an exoferit himself. Without the incantation, it would be impossible.

“I still want to know,” William said, leaning his face close to one of Dudung’s eyes.

Seeing William’s determination, Dudung relented. He knew no argument would change William’s mind.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to share the incantation—it was that it was so long that even a slight mistake in chanting could be disastrous.

That was why he hesitated: Kerso Jagad was heavenly-tier magic, carrying the same risks as Gonto Sero. A single mispronunciation could create a demon core equal in power to Demon King Semar.

Dudung tried to recall the incantation, careful not to make a mistake. He didn’t want the legend of Demon King Semar’s birth to repeat itself.

Even though he hadn’t lived in that era, he had witnessed the unimaginable destruction left behind.

Dudung’s body trembled as he prepared to chant the spell. Even without a magic circle, the thought of what could happen if he got just one word wrong made him shudder.

He took a deep breath to steady himself, his large belly expanding with the sound of inhalation loud enough for his passengers to hear.

They could hear his breath clearly.

“Are you nervous?” William asked.

“Nervous, my ass—I’m scared that if I get just one word wrong, the whole thing will blow up!” Dudung snapped.

“You said Kerso Jagad, right?” Arjuna asked.

“Yes,” Dudung confirmed.

“That’s heavenly-tier magic, isn’t it?” Arjuna said.

“That’s exactly why I’m afraid to give you the incantation,” Dudung replied.

“But there’s no magic circle, you just have to chant it. And it doesn’t even use mana,” William muttered.

“You talk so lightly! If you weren’t on my back right now, I’d smack you with my tail!” Dudung barked.

“William, there’s a limit to being rude!” Dion scolded.

“Fine, fine. Stubborn people are hard to deal with,” Dudung sighed. “I’ll tell you—but if you get even one word wrong, you take full responsibility.”

“Alright, alright,” William nodded.

"Nan jagad eng sempurno, nan rupo seng duwe roso, nan wujud eng kerso, nan asmo teko roso, rupo seng segoro, rupo seng roso kan asmo, Rupo lan wujud kerso rogo, rogo lan wujud kerso asmo, asmo lan wujud kerso rogo, lan seng sempurna, lan seng roso, lan seng asmo, lan seng rupo, lan arep seng rekso dadio, lan seng asmo wujudo, lan arep rupo munculo kan asmo kambek roso, sang jagad mulyo rupo. dadio seng wujud, dadio seng asmo rupo, kan roso Rekso Jagad nan rupo dunyo," Dudung chanted.

William tried to memorize it but couldn’t. In the end, Dion had to help him, not wanting the disaster to repeat—especially since this was heavenly-tier magic. The last thing he wanted was for a demon equal to Semar to be born again.

A magic circle formed in the air.

It was Dion’s magic circle, and it was only an illusion spell—one that made the target hear a nonexistent voice.

Dion set it as a responsive spell so that when William tried to activate Rekso Jagad, the illusory voice would play in William’s ears.

Dudung stopped in an uninhabited, barren area.

“From here, you can return to your original fragthesis,” Dudung said, swiveling one of his eyes toward William’s group.

They all dismounted from Dudung’s back, bowing in thanks. After Dudung left, Arjuna activated a magic circle.

He recited the incantation for Gonto Sero, returning them to their original fragthesis.

They were safe—they had escaped the magical disaster zone where Rogo Geni had been born.

They saw no damage where they appeared, only a barren desert surrounded by mountains, much like the place where they had trained together.