27 Chapter 27: Peak three star Death magic

Derik quickly spun to the left escaping the bone fingers of the cloaked man

"What the F##k!!" he screamed "What are you!!!" he asked

The mysterious hooded being with purple eyes remained silent, staring at its body hands, it then shifted its gaze to Derik but still refused to utter speak.

"Come on man! Help! Someone help!!" Derik screamed with a terrified expression on his face, he quickly ran to the door and kept assaulting with barrages of punches, yet the door remained locked.

"Frightened by your own power… pitiful" a voice echoed in Derik's ears.

"What?" Derik asked as he turned to face the mysterious being only to realize it was standing right behind him.

"Humans… unnecessary emotions stagnate your growth… that's why humans will never rise above their enemies… that's why you all hide behind a wall… pathetic" the mysterious cloaked figure growled at Derik's face. Derik shuddered involuntarily as the cloaked figure spoke, he felt like screaming but he couldn't find his voice

"I'm sorry" he quickly responded. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he spoke, at this point he was utterly confused, he couldn't explain why he was apologizing or why he was crying

[Am I apologizing for being scared?] He thought.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahah! Hahahahahahhahahaha!!" the mysterious cloaked figure laughed. "You're more pathetic than my previous host but I sense something different about you… You surpass my previous host in all ramifications… courage exempted… You have potential…I will work with you… human" the mysterious cloaked figure spoke

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Derik wanted to speak but he couldn't, he could only watch the mysterious figure slowly get consumed by purple flames before vanishing

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Derik!

Derik!!

Derik!!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" Derik screamed as he sat up, his body was covered in sweat and his eyes scanned the room, only stopping when it spotted a white-haired man with green iris, adorned with a red robe. On his right hand was a talisman wrapped around it and right behind him was the lady who handled Derik's magical test on her hands was the crystal orb wrapped.

"Calm down recruit" the man spoke with a gentle voice

"It was just a dream… a dream" Derik spoke as he wiped away the sweat on his face

"A dream?" the white-haired man muttered "Can you tell me what you saw," the man asked with keen interest. He sat beside Derik and waited patiently for the boy to calm down. After a few minutes of silence, Derik took in a deep breath and finally spoke

"It all happened in this room… it was dark outside so I assumed the day time had passed already… I decided to leave the room but the door wouldn't budge… I tried to break the door but it felt like I was punching against a solid wall… I .. I … I saw a cloaked figure with glowing purple eyes, I couldn't get a good look at his face, within the hood over his head was total darkness… on its yellow eyes were visible" Derik said with a terrified expression on his face.

"I see" the white-haired sorcerer spoke "What did it say," he asked curiously. Derik instantly turned to the mysterious mage and stared at him suspiciously for a while

"It claimed to be my power," Derik said staring at his palms with a confused expression. The white-haired sorcerer nodded silently and waved at the lady who carried the crystal orb

"I wish to run the magical class test again… please cooperate" the white-haired sorcerer said. Derik quickly nodded in approval and placed his hand on the crystal orb. Suddenly the temperature in the room dropped and it felt like time itself froze, the crystal orb turned purple and a darkish purple mist gathered around the orb. Almost immediately immense evil energy emitted from Derik's body, the whole room was filled by this evil energy

"I can never get used to this…" the white-haired sorcerer said. His eyes remained fix on Derik's face which had an emotionless and indifferent expression on it.

[Just a moment he was terrified and confused… there is no mistake here… This is Death magic!!!...] The white-haired sorcerer thought…

He gently removed Derik's hand from the orb and passed it on to the lady who was already on her knees, covered in sweat and terrified. Even though she has felt this same energy just a few hours ago she still can't muster the courage to fight it, let alone look Derik in the eyes. The lady quickly grabbed the crystal orb and dashed out of the room, not daring to look back

"Well… well… I didn't think I will be opportune to meet a second person inherit such magic" the white-haired man said laughing… "I'm Francis… the nature magic sorcerer of Briton… Nice to meet you… Derik, I'm correct right?" he said with a charming smile on his face. When Derik heard the man introduce himself he was flabbergasted. Francis a sorcerer who specialized in nature magic, this man is practically a god to the people of Briton and a role model for all aspiring mages. The only adventurer from Briton by birth to become a high ranking Silver level adventurer! Ever since the three years since when adventurer association was formed, Briton has only been able to produce a single silver level adventurer, the rest were stuck at the bronze level, why won't they be proud of this young man. Even Derik aspired to be like him when he was yet to join the association that is before reality shattered his dreams of making it into the magical class. Now, this legendary man was sitting right next to him, on the same bed? Why won't he be excited!

"Yes sir" He quickly answered with a joyous smile, at that moment he thought of something… "You said I'm the second person to inherit this magic… what does that mean? … there was someone who possessed this magic before me?... what happened to him? what kind of power is this?" Derik asked curiously. Francis could only laugh at the boy's questions

"Slow down… I will explain…" Francis assured Derik " Even within mages there are ranks… these ranks are solely decided by the type of magic a mage inherits… these magic's are rated in stars. Like the battle mages now…Most of these elemental based magic is rated One star.. those outside the magic class may see these battle mages as legends and monsters but in reality… they are at the bottom… then there are the supplementary classes like the enchanters and oracles whose enchantment spells are rated two stars… not to waste much of your time, your magic is what we call Death magic.. it is a peak three-star magic… very rare..." Francis explained.

"Amazing… Peak three-star… that must be the highest ratings any magic can get, Am I correct?" Derik asked with a proud smile on his face.

"Not really… the most powerful spells are rated five stars" Francis laughed

"I see…" Derik muttered a little embarrassed "Your magic… what's its rating?" he asked

"ooooh… mine... it's only intermediate three-star magic… just like blood magic… light magic and even darkness magic" Francis said, feeling a little embarrassed, he could tell what Derik was thinking

"Peak… intermediate… that means my magic is stronger… that's a good thing right?" Derik asked

"Yes and no" Francis quickly answered "Yes because your growth speed will be outstanding and no because you may not live long enough to enjoy it" he added

"You see every magic has a … spirit… that comes with it… these spirits are regarded as a mages guardian and partner… that's how we mages learn and create our original spells… then if we are feeling generous… we write to sell or gift information based on these spells in forms of grimoires to people who possess the same magic affinity… but it is important for a mage to possess a few spells to themselves which serve as their trump cards" Francis explained " These spirits usually possess different personalities… most times their personality corresponds to their element… in your case… that thing you saw could be called your magic spirit… it is one of the most dangerous magic spirits… the last wielder of this magic was consumed by this power and lost her sanity… I had to put her down" Francis said with a bitter smile on his face.

Derik frowned slightly, finally understanding what Francis meant by 'you may not live long enough to enjoy it'.

"I'm sorry… She must have been really important to you" Derik said "So what can I do about this… curse" he asked

"Curse?... no magic is a curse... I watched you take on numerous monsters in area zero during the exam … you're stronger than my sister was… I believe you will surpass her and suppress this magic" Francis said with a serious expression

"Your sister?... she was the one…" Derik muttered… completely shocked by this. Francis ignored him and pulled out a talisman and a grimoire

"I wasn't strong enough to protect her back then… but now I'm different!... Derik Angus… you will not lose yourself to this power!!!... have this… this talisman will suppress your powers and your magic spirit's power as well… and this grimoire was created by my sister… I think this should help you get on your feet as a mage… I strongly advise you to only make use of this power only when necessary until I can find a way to completely suppress your magic spirit" Francis said with a determined look on his face as he handed the talisman and grimoire over to Derik.

"Thank you" Derik muttered as he hung the talisman on his neck and then looked at the grimoire in his hand. After chatting for a while with Francis, he left the adventurers association with a charming smile on his face, even though he possessed very dangerous magic. It is still magic! Today is the day he became a sorcerer.

"One day I will make this magic my own!!!" he muttered while looking out the window of the carriage which had the adventurer association banner on it.

"Let's meet up with the others," he said