Second dark artifacts [Daramukti Shield] 2

“Now we just need to focus on taking Daramukti,” Pusmoko said, glaring sharply at Jenggolo.
Jenggolo laughed loudly, unaware that the dark artifact he held was already terrified. He still underestimated his opponents.
William trembled, gripped by overwhelming fear. This time, he considered running—but another thought pushed back against that urge.
“There’s no need to be afraid,” Puspo Geni said, glancing at William.
“That dark artifact has already weakened mentally,” Pusmoko added.
“What proof do you have?” William stammered.
“Are you not aware of the magic Daramukti just cast?” Pusmoko asked.
William thought back to Daramukti’s spell—it had only been water. His fear began to fade.
“Do you need help?” a voice called from behind them.
When the three turned toward the source, Sudirja stood there.
“My Alter,” William called out.
“What is it, my Alter?” Sudirja replied.
“Is there any spell that uses the English language?” William asked.
“You want to gain Manna by adapting an existing spell from this world and syncing it to your own magic circle, don’t you?” Sudirja asked.
“That’s right,” William nodded.
“To be honest, most shadow existers use Javanese incantations,” Sudirja answered.
“If you really want to gain Manna, I can help,” Arjuna offered.
“But you worst to speak English, right?” William asked.
“I never said the spell would be in English. I just meant the spell I’ll give you is the shortest one I know,” Arjuna explained.
William felt it was a good opportunity—too good to waste. What he truly needed wasn’t an English spell, just an existing one.
“Sang tresno wiloko panjer sukmo,” Arjuna chanted.
“What’s the effect of that spell?” William asked.
“It reflects an attack. Anyone who strikes the user will have their attack returned at double the strength,” Arjuna explained.
“I didn’t expect it to be exactly what I needed,” William nodded.
“However, if the attack is as strong as being crushed by a massive boulder, it’ll break through. This is advanced-level magic,” Arjuna added.
“So it’s one tier below Majestic-level magic?” William asked.
“That’s right,” Arjuna confirmed.
“No problem,” William smirked.
A magic circle formed beneath William’s feet.
Its design was exquisite: a large diamond flanked by four triangles, within the diamond lay a square, and inside that square a smaller diamond, glowing with the white of quartz stone.
“Sang tresno wiloko panjer sukmo,” William reoeated.
Jenggolo froze in fear. He recognized the pattern of that magic circle. He knew it wasn’t the formation for a single-incantation spell.
His trembling body revealed the fear filling his mind. He hadn’t expected his opponent to perform branch magic.
“Impressive, Alter of Sudirja,” Puspo Geni praised.
Nothing happened to William’s body—because this was purely a defensive spell.
“Don’t change it,” Sudirja instructed to William.
“But isn’t one magic circle only for one spell?” William asked his Alter.
“That depends on the geometry of the magic circle. If its geometric design allows it to transform without being redrawn, then yes—it can hold more than one spell,” Sudirja explained.
Sudirja knew his Alter wouldn’t fully grasp it from words alone, so he decided to demonstrate.
A magic circle formed above Sudirja.
Its design was beautiful: a circle containing two overlapping triangles, the larger upright, the smaller inverted, glowing in emerald green.
“Lan roso kan sukmo dadio wiro dunyo,” Sudirja chanted.
Ruby-red orbs circled his body.
“Kan asmo kian nyoto, kan roso wujudo,” he chanted again.
A sword appeared before him.
“How is that possible!? I thought one magic circle could only hold one spell!” William exclaimed.
“I didn’t erase my magic circle—look closely, my Alter,” Sudirja instructed.
William examined Sudirja’s circle but still couldn’t figure it out. He was baffled as to why it could hold two spells at once.
“I still don’t get it, my Alter,” William admitted, tilting his head.
“Look, and remember the key: geometry,” Sudirja commented.
William studied it again, trying to understand through that key.
Now he could see the two geometric patterns in Sudirja’s circle: the first was the circle with two overlapping triangles—one upright, one inverted.
The second was a circle with three equilateral triangles, each pointing in different directions.
“Oh, I get it now,” William nodded.
He wanted to check his own circle’s geometry, but then noticed something—there seemed to be a third form hidden in Sudirja’s magic circle.
He looked again.
“Still not getting it?” Sudirja asked.
“As I thought, you don’t even realize your circle can still hold one more spell,” William said, eyeing Sudirja’s circle.
This time, he saw the third form: similar to the second, but with a fourth triangle in the center of the others, pointing downward.
“Your Alter is right, Your Excellency,” Arga remarked, observing Sudirja’s circle.
“Seems that after researching portable magic devices, I’ll have to study geometric mathematics to maximize branch-type magic circles,” William muttered.
“For now, let’s focus on dealing with Jenggolo! Don’t get distracted!” Puspo Geni barked.
William wanted to know how many spells his circle could hold, so he examined it—trying to calculate all possible shapes.
He found five possible geometric configurations.
“All right—now for the second spell, marquess Arjuna!” William called.
“Lan roso kanggo tresno kan wiro asmoko,” Arjuna chanted.
“What does that do?” William asked.
“Short-range teleportation—but you can only teleport when you’re get hit,” Arjuna explained.
“Lan roso kanggo tresno kan wiro asmoko,” William repeated.
“Lan karmo roso lan rupone kerso sworo,” Arjuna chanted again.
“And that one?” William asked.
“It makes your movements faster when you’re injured,” Arjuna explained.
“Lan karmo roso lan rupone kerso sworo,” William repeated.
“Lan sworo kan asmo kian nyoto,” Arjuna chanted again.
“What’s the effect?” William asked.
“It makes your voice capable of destroying your target,” Arjuna said.
“All right, for the last spell—I’ll make my own. Thank you,” William thanked to Arjuna.
“Are you sure?” Arjuna asked.
William nodded. “Lan sworo kan asmo kian nyoto.”
“If he’s making his own spell now, that means the Manna he’s gathered is already enough,” Puspo Geni noted, glancing at William.
“Hyperspeed of plasma step,” William chanted his final spell.