Chapter 430 - My Original Stash #30 - Born in a h_e_n_t_a_i world but all I want to do is learn magic! by Grademaster (1/2)

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Chapter 1

The teacher pointed at me and I put my hand down. ”Miss Randall, would the bolt be more powerful if the spell shield was convex instead of flat?” I asked, braving the eyes of my classmates and the possibility of being laughed at.

Ikasa, my teacher in runic studies, pushed some of her hair out of her face and looked over the circle she had projected with her magic with half lidded eyes. Nobody was sure if she always looked sultry on purpose or was just tired all the time.

”We haven't covered third dimensional runic circles yet but yes, that would be slightly more powerful for this variant of magic missile. Don't use a concave shield with multi-missile variants, use a convex shield instead. And third dimensional rune complexes are a third year topic, Garret.”

”Oh, right, sorry.” I ignored the fact that we used concave and convex spell shields in a lot of our spells. We learned firebolt a few weeks ago and had convex spell shields then, and we'd had multi-magic missiles since the start of the year that practically relied on concave shielding.

Not to say that my classmates had bothered to learn the theory behind why you needed different shielding…

I already knew the topic of today's lesson, a bunch of properties of the secondary ring in runic circles. It was important but it was so, so basic, or maybe I was advanced. With a glance around me at the glassy stares of students I considered that it was both. We'd probably have the same lesson pounded into our heads through reviews and homework for the next few weeks.

At least the class time was good for my journal work and brainstorming. Ikasa was a genius in runework and sometimes she'd ramble off into a tangent that I only half understood, which was more than most could say. I'd seen her make an eight layered runic circle at the beginning of my first year, a shielding spell that encased the whole of the city for almost two hours to hold off the latest orc raid. It was incredible to see and one of the feats that put her firmly in the realm of legends.

Well, she fainted after performing the spell and she'd had hours of prep work beforehand but it was still amazing! For every level of a runic circle it was half again as large as the last circle and another image you needed to hold in your mind with crystal clear focus. I could do first and second circle spells and a few thirds, enough to make me a professional mage but not enough to satisfy my ambition or make me stand out in any real setting.

Well, that I was only eighteen and capable of third circle spells would make me stand out like a dragon in a wheat field if people knew about it but for now only the faculty knew that I could do third circle spells. Everyone else thought I was just above average, which was just the way I liked it.

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When I was reborn in Elle, the name of the world, I was a little pissed at first. Things had been going well for me, I had finally gotten that promotion at my job at the library, I had my rent paid off for the next three months, and I was even thinking about taking a vacation, though obviously I'd be staying at home reading or going on a hike instead of taking a flight to some tourist trap.

Then I just woke up in Elle and had to do all that childhood shit again, and it was only slightly less crappy the second time around.

It could have been worse, sure, but it wasn't fun. My parents were the closest thing to middle class there was in the pseudo-medieval society, my father being a servant at the local merchant's guild and my mother running a maid's company that serviced a few minor noble houses.

I had two older brothers, Rich and Hammond, that were fine following mom's and dad's footsteps, the business going to Rich, being the oldest, and I… got almost nothing. I had to go through what amounted to primary school all over again, thankfully for only a few hours a day instead of eight or so like on Earth, but since I already knew everything I just had to re-learn the numeral system and take some extra language lessons.

But wait! There it was, my light at the end of the tunnel!

Magic.

Yes! There was MAGIC in the world! Fireballs, curses, charms, enchantments, spirits, elves, and a hundred other MAGICAL things to learn about and explore!

MMMMMAAAAAAAGGGIIICCC!!!

I, being the nerd that I was, begged, bought, and a few times even stole as much knowledge as I could on magic as a whole, eagerly learning how to read at an average a_d_u_l_t's level around my fifth birthday, which freaked out my parents a little but who cared? MAGIC!

… And it was f_u_c_k_i_n_g p_o_r_n magic.

I wasn't in some fantasy world, so sir, I was in a bonafide h_e_n_t_a_i world. Those elves? Big tiddy elves. The orcs? Their throbbing shafts pulsed at the thought of… pretty much everything. They were just like that. And Magic?

Did you know that getting your d_i_c_k s_u_c_k_e_d while you casted a spell made a sizable increase to your spell's power because of the mana channels blah blah aether connections blah blah f_u_c_k you, f_u_c_k a bitch, get magic. Good gods, the first magical technique apprentices learned was a technique to make your magic vibrate in a finger or, at more advanced levels, multiple fingers. Any mage worth their salt could vibrate their fingers, toes, any body part really, at will. Because they can.

It had rules to it, sure, rules that, when you took a step back and squinted, kinda looked sensible, as much as magic could be sensible, but it just wasn't. Magic was an art, it was manipulating reality through arcane power, will, and skill, but instead it was sort of… corrupted.

Plenty of people would be leaping in cheer, crying tears of joy, even, at the ability to bang so many hot h_e_n_t_a_i characters, but I didn't really care. Yeah, s_e_x was cool but have you ever shot a bolt of lightning from your hand before you teleported to your flying tower? That was my kink, second only to dragon girls, and I wanted to do it the right way, the wizard way, but I apparently needed to get my d_i_c_k out if I wanted to get anywhere near that fantasy.

It was around that time, at five years old, that I made my decision. My old life was gone, it had taken a few years to resign myself to that. I was the third son of some nobodies and I knew full well that I would be eaten alive in the military - I was one of the least disciplined people I knew. But magic? Magic I could do. I was going to - NEEDED TO - become a mage, perverse or not.

But if I was doing magic I would do it right. I was an a_d_u_l_t for goodness' sake, I wasn't going to go play in a sandbox when I could be learning how to throw a fireball or teleport. I was going to be at least a good mage, if not the greatest mage I could be.

My first step? I learned what I was dealing with, what kind of magic was best for me and how could I practice it? And from there I just had to learn it.