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Sam's soul world in one word could be described as horror. Not that it bothered Sam the place was a representation of him at his very core and Sam was pretty self-aware of himself but not as much as he thought if the unexpected changes to his soul world meant anything.
Originally his soul word was pretty simple with a thin layer of blood on the ground that never dried and filled the air with an iron smell, there were also statues of the people sam had killed damage in the way he killed them, Along with the junk that sam stored in here that was his soul world.
Now they could not compare. The blood had become bright red grass with white tulips growing sparsely, the statues were cleaned up and had different flowers in front of them with the flower knowledge he picked up from his mother the meaning of the flowers had to do with why he killed them, the random junk had been organized around the edge of the world. The biggest changes were a goddamn tower and a door he instantly recognized.
It was the door he left through from where the beast of lust was trapped,” yeah I'm just going to ignore that for now, definitely need to look at that tower later but first what I came here for.” sam walked towards the edge of his circular world sam began to walk the edge of it looking through his junk. It took him walking three-fifths of the border before he found what he was looking for a large pocket gold plated journal with lock sealing it shut.
As he took one last look around, he made a note to come back and clean up and investigate that tower but first, he has to deal with this book. Holding the book against his left side sam used his free hand to reach forward and mimic opening a door caused a simple steel door to materialize open. Sam walked into the darkness that sat behind the door.
Opening his eye sam was back in his body, ”why does that always leave me so sore?” stretching to get rid of the aches from entering his soul the voice gave Sam an answer.
”That is because entering a soul plan even one's own is extremely stressful and strenuous especially on those who don't fully prepare as you did but nonetheless I am impressed that you were able to do so at all.” sam hummed ass he kneaded his back.
”I know how to fully prepare correctly but I don't possess the resources to do so, besides body pains aren't that bad, anyway I have a book to deal with.” sam grabbed from where it rested next to him. Biting his thumb hard enough to draw blood he wiped the blood on the spine of the book.
The blood sat there a moment before it was absorbed into the book. A gold and black key then popped od of the spin, sam took the key and used it to unlock the book. He opened the book to its first page where one thing was written and the helper spoke, ”I have never seen such a complicated language or code where did you find it and why are you blushing.”
Sam was indeed blushing a full face one, ”it's in french and it is not a code I just have terrible handwriting.” then there was silence but sam could swear that the helper was laughing at him, sam placed his hand on the inside of the front cover, ”link”.
For a moment nothing happened then the book began to pulse in sync with sam heart which could now be heard throughout the room.”Ahhhhh” sam cried as he clutched his throat, the journal began to flip its pages on it own, word begin written in as they turned. Over a hundred thousand pages turned before it stopped on a blank page and then closed.
”You know I forgot how that felt, but at least the book has been bound to me again.” sam thought as he rubbed his throat.
”Lord if you wouldn't mind me asking but what exactly is that book, I have found a few things similar to it but nothing exactly the same.” it was well hidden behind the professional tone the voiced used all the time but sam had caused that feeling in others enough to recognize it.
”My book of life. It automatically records my life in incredibly detailed I'm going to need it later in my training so I thought I should get it out of the way.” as he answered the voice he had placed his book of life on his desk. ”Now that that's taken care of I need to refine my wires.” laying back down on his bed sam once again closed his eye but this time he focused on his internal mana.
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Sam had never learned there official term so he called them wire, but what he was talking about were the pathways which one's mana flowed through in the body, they were also the only part of the body there were completely protected against the negative effects of mana, but there was a limit to how much mana could flow thru them at a time before the pressure became to how much and they burst similar to how a pipe would.
Refining one's wire happened for three reasons, the first was to raise the pressure limit of the wires this would allow sam to release more power in burst, the second was to increase their number sam didn't know why people did this, the third was repair and this was what Sam was trying to accomplish.
Before moving to the island sam didn't know any runes, so to create effects on the same level of a rune he had to manipulate pure mana with great control in large amount much larger than what was needed for a rune and because of this he more or less had constant mana burns on his hands feets arm and legs some time his head but his wires had reached the point there could support this without even being bothered.
But moving to the island sam was not looking to draw attention so he stopped using this method and adapted to using runes not that he used them the way you were supposed to. Because The longer used his wires to their fullest anymore they fell into a state of disuse and now sam was trying to undo that.
The method sam was using was a pretty simple using flowing mana through the wire while slowly increasing the amount until they reached their limit stop and then repeat, the whole process took about maybe an hour. Witch is why sam was only able to do it 8 times before the sun came up.
When the light of the rising sun hit his eyes sam for the first time in years was glad he was an insomniac. Getting off his bed sam did some light stretches before taking shower and putting on a fresh set of clothing consisting of t-shirt cover in wailing ghastly faces and some grey and red athletic shorts.
After finding a duffle bag sam packed it with the things he would need for the day he left the house only to have to come back ten minutes later to retrieve some shoe and sock after a jogger happened to notice he wasn't wearing any.