Free Web NovelChapter 1: I May Be Out Of Spells, But Not Shells.
Ch-1: I May Be Out Of Spells, But Not Shells.
The top of the Red Herrings Magic Tower,
Phoenix Zone, Apolasia.
A great battle was underway, both the fighters were equally matched as they traded spells against spells and refined swordsmanship against the swordsmanship.
One was a young man, appearing to be aged just around 20 and with an athletic build that focused more on agility and the leaner aesthetics.
While opposing him was a rugged man that appeared to be in his prime with a thick beard and a sharp jawline.
Despite the obvious difference in their visuals, their powers appeared to be equally matched as a large audience watched on the side lines, seated behind the safety of foolproof barriers erected by the current Wizard Supreme... an old man that appeared to be on his dying breath.
He was a man that seemed to have one leg already buried under his crypt and was just counting down his minutes till he could be blessed with eternal slumber.
And it just so happened that this was the last time his services would be required, since the victor in this final battle would be declared as the new wizard supreme and would inherit the sorcerer’s power as well as knowledge.
It was a fight that was paramount to both the parties participating in the duel and both refused to back down... and it stayed that way until the leaner man began to get pushed back.
One attack at a time, one spell at a time, slowly but surely, the man was getting inched backwards on the arena.
And to make matters worse, both the fighters were now running low on mana, the energy that was essential to wizards such as them.
The lean man blocked another sword slash by the buff aggressor, "I am not going down so easily, you brute." He resorted to a little trash talk.
But his opponent was calm, "It was not easy, but you’re going down." he replied.
Saying that, the living mountain slammed his great sword down, sending the lean man stumbling backwards until the back of his foot was against the carved circle that served as their boundary of the duel.
"Give up and surrender, I will make you my general." The buff offered kindly as the two were currently in a deadlock.
"Thanks but..." A dangerous gleam shone in the man’s eyes as the Wizard Supreme, who seemed to be dozing off in boredom suddenly opened his eyes widely.
His whole body language shifted dramatically despite his haggard and withering appearance as he looked at the ongoing scene in shock.
"Don’t do it, Fredrinn–" He tried to shout, but...
In the arena, the lean man, known as Fredrinn, had retreated his left hand behind his back while holding off the larger aggressor with his sword.
"I may be out of spells, my friend... but I am not out of shells." Fredrinn remarked calmly as the crowd watched with bated breaths, having a bad feeling about this.
And suddenly, Fredrinn pulled out an object that none of them had seen before in their lives. A rustic revolver, dented at several places and yet shining with a weak silver sheen.
Fredrinn gave them no time to process the escalation and without any hesitation, his index finger curled onto the trigger and pulled it.
*BANG*
A loud sound echoed throughout the air.
The circling phoenixes screeched dangerously, the crowd was silenced and the Wizard Supreme... he was raging. Raging in fury.
"What did you just do, Fredrinn..." The old man said without a tint of warmth in his tone.
"I did what I had to." The young man replied, watching his opponent slowly bleeding while the corpse was transforming into an older version of himself. Hair white, muscles no longer taut, as if that man was aging several years in seconds.
"Why?" Wizard Supreme questioned.
"For your powers." Fredrinn lied, "As the victor, you’re obligated to hand me down your title and your powers, old man."
"Like hell I am going to give my powers to a cheater like you!" The supreme bellowed in rage, raising his hands as a magic circle formed on his palms, "No matter the jail, you will always end up clawing back, and I don’t have the means to grant you death right now... So I hereby sentence you to lifetime imprisonment at the Spatial Prison!" freewebnovel.cσ๓
Saying that, the circle began to expand as a spatial tear formed on the reality itself, spreading like an infection until it grew enough to swallow Fredrinn whole.
But little did the supreme know that this was Fredrinn’s intention all along.
To get the supreme to open up a tear in reality, something he himself wouldn’t be able to do without millennials of practice.
So without any hesitation, he dashed at the tear while using all his remaining power to conjure one last spell... a forbidden spell that managed to change the portal’s location from the spatial prison to a place that Fredrinn wanted to go to whole heartedly...
His birthplace... the world he actually belonged to...
A flicker of astonishment passed over the Supreme’s face when he realized what was happening but it was too late to stop it, so he simply watched.
Seeing a glimpse of the place that Fredrinn dearly wanted to go to, and then scoffing mockingly.
"Fate is cruel indeed." The supreme said to no one in particular before snapping his fingers as the time itself began to reverse for his body, making him appear as a striking young man barely in his teenage while he looked at the audience and casually wiped their memories of the duel.
’I guess the eternal slumber could wait. This seems more amusing.’ He thought before reclining back on his chair.
***
On the other hand, Fredrinn had no idea of what happened after his departure, as in his mind, only one thing mattered.
Reuniting with his family and returning back to Earth.
But when he opened his eyes, the portal was already gone and the view was completely different from what he actually expected.
All around him, the city was in flames, explosions ringing all around while fighter jets flew overhead dropping missiles on the ground below.
And in front of him, were demonic monsters straight out of a horror film.
Or more accurately... a zombie apocalypse film.
