Next Day, Skrånøtiå, Jorvik, Grand Cathedral of the Hall of Kadath
The following day after their arrived at the Skrånøtiå and its capital Jorvik, Samiel woke up after good sleep and was happily satisfied.
Last night they were fucking like rabbits and thus, Yvraine was still soundly sleeping after a night of stressful activities.
Because he was up far sooner than Yvraine, Samiel decided to study the Mythos Magic from the Grimoire he got on it from the Trials of the Last Human King.
Samiel took out the creepy-looking book from his Dimensional Storage as he put it in front of him.
For the study of the Mythos Magic, he was in a separate room within his chambers that was warded against any outside interference and also protected outside from whatever was going inside the sealed warded chambers.
'Open me...kill everyone... destroy everything...'
Samiel immediately heard the voice of the Grimoire, understanding why everyone went mad who touched the book...
It contained the primal essence of the Outer Gods, its corrupting nature was even far higher compared to the Grimoires of the Void Magic.
Because Samiel was a partial Eldritch Creature that was infinitely close to his Eldritch Origin, he was essentially immune to whatever the book was throwing at him.
He opened the book and slowly started unfolding the secrets of the Mythos Magic.
The fundamental essence of the Mythos Magic was borrowing the powers of the Outer Gods to cast spells that were based on their attributes. Each Spell was extremely dangerous, as it was to the caster, as it was to the target.
This was because, while each Spell was based on the aspect of power and attribute of some Outer God, the second such Spell was cast, the Outer God felt it and could react adequately.
ƥandasnovel·ƈom Most of the Outer Gods were not happy when someone was using their power, for whatever reason, but they let it slide, because the people that cast Mythos Spells were typically turned into their slaves.
Samiel started reading the book attentively and comprehending every bit of the wisdom stored in the Grimoire because it contained another aspect of his powers as the Eldritch Creature.
When he started studying the Grimoire, it felt rather similar to that of the Void Magic because it was familiar.
Like it was part of his very own being.
[User Samiel Zentaur has learned the basics of Mythos Magic.]
[Proficiency with the Mythos Magic has been increased by 1%.]
[Proficiency with the Mythos Magic has been increased by 1%.]
[Proficiency with the Mythos Magic has been increased by 1%.]
[Proficiency with the Mythos Magic has been increased by 1%.]
[Proficiency with the Mythos Magic has been increased by 1%.]
Samiel got one notification from the Akashic Records after another as he was comprehending the primal essence of the Mythos Magic.
He was grasping the basics of the Basic Mythos Magic rather quickly, in a similar fashion to the Void Magic.
It was clear that his racial capabilities were showing useful in the heightened affinity for the Mythos Magic, not to talk about the fact that he was getting stronger and stronger with each passed Spell that he comprehended with ease.
"Time is surely going when you are having fun."
After several hours he closed the Grimoire as he entirely ignored the screaming voice of the Grimoire, which was cursing him or attempting to do so, but it was futile against someone like him.
Because Samiel Zentaur was the Holy Son of the Azathoth and chosen one of the Outer Court, there was nothing that could happen to him... probably...
Then he opened his Record within the Akashic Records to check on the newest addition to his status as he obtained the Mythos Magic.
[Name: Samiel Zentaur
Title: Blessed by Outer Court
Age: 31
Race: Old Deus - Eldritch Creature (80%) / Human (20%)
Class: Knight of Niflheim (40%), Grand Necromancer (27%)
Sub-Class: Apostle of Azathoth (Sealed)
Magician Level:
Basic (Void, Necromancy, Winter, Warding, Mythos)
Intermediate (Void, Necromancy, Winter, Warding)
Mana Quality: Void, Ice, Frost, Outer Holiness
Records Points: 5,640
***
Tier: Bronze
Level: 41
***
Abilities:
Winter Ruler (42%) - Ultimate Ability
Soul Devour (40%) - Ultimate Ability
Rift (1%) - Rare Ability
Architect (7%) - Transcendental Ability
***
Techniques:
Nuclear Void Mana Control Method (26%)
Star Mind Protection Technique (25%) - 3 Stars
***
Magic:
Necromancy Arts (38%)
Void Magic (23%)
Winter Magic (22%)
Warding Magic (14%)
Mythos Magic (5%)
***
Skills:
Undead Creation (50%)
Swordsmanship (14%)
Trident Mastery (23%)
Metamagic - Spell Fusion 4th Level Spells (68%)
Metamagic - Spell Control (25%)
Metamagic - Spell Penetration (22%)
Metamagic - Empower Spell (21%)]
While his growth seemed rather slow in certain aspects or from a certain perspective, considering the nature of the Skills and Abilities he had, he was progressing at tremendous speed.
Normally gathering proficiency was something that took entire years, so his progress was extremely fast compared to the average Professionals.
"I should be going... Yvraine should be waking soon and it is time for breakfast."
He then left the sealed room and went back to their chambers, as he caught sight of Yvraine wearing just a towel because she just came out from the shower.
"You were gone when I woke up."
She said with a pout because he knew how she hated when they were sleeping and he woke way ahead of her. Sometimes, he wasn't in the mood to continue just lying down on the bed and went to study Magic, which was the thing that Yvraine certainly didn't appreciate.
"Sorry... but the temptation of the Mythos Magic was too big for me to ignore and I wanted to grasp the basics until we set sail..."
Yvraine reluctantly nodded; even though she didn't entirely like it, she knew that it was important for Samiel. Though for the next time, he made a mental note that he would spend a morning with Yvraine, just to make her happy.
"Come, we need to go for breakfast."
After several minutes Yvraine dried herself and wore a nice outfit that was more aimed at comfort than the outer appearance, and Samiel was also wearing his pajama as he didn't really bother to change himself.
"No, go to change yourself at first... You look like some homeless human who just came out of the trashcan..."
Hearing Yvraine scolding his pajamas, he stuck out his tongue at her, but he still went to change into something much more respectable, yet it was done with great reluctance.
He came out in a steampunk-inspired suit, which was the type of fashion he had liked since the Earthen times, so he let her choose his wardrobe during the last time they were shopping for clothes with Yvraine.
On the positive side of things, Yvraine knew exactly what clothes to choose to make him look cool, elegant or intimidating. He wondered if she had some kind of fashion sense for the things like these.
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