162 The walkman

I pull out an old cassette tape from my purse and place it inside the walkman.

Waiting fot a noment the music played. But I I didn't hear any music.

Enter a different sound someone was speaking to me. It was my dad.

"Hello darling. If you are hearing this, it means that you are alive and well. I know you have questions, I don't have the answers."

I stood still.

"Just know that I love you and that the meat here also loves you. He also knows that you are reborn so talk to him."

I don't know what was going on. This tape should have had a protective spell on it. As long as it was playing anyone who wished to harm me will be slowed.

It made me signed.

Well, I should visit my current dad. Since I haven't seen him in over 500 years. He should have something to tell me and we could plan for this war.

The man is good but he still died. Luck was a major effect to who lived or die in the early 30s it faze of the war.

"Grey." Called Jack slowly,

"what is it?"

"can you do me a favor?"

No.

I look at him hard. It was a difficult choice. The problem is each change I make will impact the future.

Still. It was best for me to listen it out. Truthfully I sort of knew what he was asking, the problem was I was broke to even consider.

"Forget it." Said Jack,

He could see my struggle. It was bad to part with yen thosand year worth of life, then I remtthe spell.

Slowly I had him the spell. Good or bad it was his choice.

"Just give me all the unused forced collected and we are even."

Spells weren't infinite if you weren't the creator.There was always a steep price.

A light bulb when up in my head as sixteen of my most use spell appeared. Light cicke around me. It would seem that three if them were uninvented.

Lucky!

I look at the three spells,

Reversini สวัสดี ตอนเช้า โอแคนซี่, a spell that could reverse the day back to morning;

Ominous หยุดนะบัดนี้ เป็นต้นไป, a spell that paused and freezes the living;

Revenui ทวีคูณ ทวงเงินจำนำข้าว, a spell that collects interest on loans automatically.