The Dao of Magic: Book 3: A Western Cultivation Series

by Andries Louws

  The way the animals seem to be flying faster each time they move through that piece of sky worries the girl for some reason. She speeds up a bit, now jogging towards the city. She tries to contact anyone, anything in the meantime. The piece of jade she has woven in her hair fails to react to any mental probing. The knowledge she stored inside is still there, but Database fails to respond.

  Looking at her ring, she sees the small inlaid model of Tree. Instead of its previous near lifelike lustre, it’s very obviously just a piece of intricate metal now. She pulls a communication earring from her ring and clips it on. It still seems to function, but she fails to receive any response at all.

  Instead, she gets an odd feeling each time she looks at the stone hanging above the city. Now running, she jumps over the walls.

  Pulling out a large amount of paper, she forms a qi construct and flaps the white wings she forms. Flying with all her might, she just manages to produce enough uplift to reach the stone. Huffing and puffing from the physical and mental exertion, she pulls herself upwards and presses her forehead against the stone.

  “I managed to get everyone away from the madman. I’m not sure why Teach snapped, but I’m going to find out. In the meantime, he activated some form of a qi-spreading system. I can only give you a shield that will absorb qi from all enclosed structures and my best wishes. If you think mana mutants are bad, just wait until you have qi-beasts scratching at the city shields. That’s all I can manage for now. I think you all should go and develop a school unless you want to fight off loads of qi-empowered animals by your lonesome.

  “Take care, Re-Haan.”

  Ares drops to the ground, absolutely bewildered and unsure what to do as a cautious crowd starts surrounding the descending girl.

  chapter fifty-one

  Rundown

  Previously...

  Re-Haan has had enough. Things stopped making sense a few weeks ago, and it’s getting worse by the minute. The only thing she’s thankful for these days is the fact that no one else seems to have caught on.

  How much sense does it make that each and every single outgoing mission just happens to end today? Why is nobody alerted by the movements of the extremely suspicious individuals that are running about the moon and Tree? She has been alerted by at least seven oversight processes she set up of suspicious Database access behaviour. A couple dozen people are constantly searching for all kinds of dark, crazy and bizarre stuff.

  She tried to block access to the scraps of terrifying data she found, but was denied access rights. She had to scour Database for a few hours herself to put a picture together. It seemed like Drew had left enough evil rituals, blood magic spells, and sacrificial cult instructions accessible for the general public to put together a wide range of horrible spells.

  A few simulations had made Re-Haan sick to her stomach. She’s all for eliminating enemies with prejudice, but reversing someone's skin and locking him in states of permanent pain while draining his soul is a bit much. The forced childbirth spell she found was even worse. She locked any memories of the nightmare realm field she cobbled together behind a permanent process, so she’s quite sure it wasn’t a pleasant experience.

  The total amount of students hasn’t changed for a week now. Any recruitment missions she tried to put up just vanished. She wonders again why no one else seems to realize this. Is she going crazy? All the students are just going about their business like nothing weird is happening, happily training, cultivating, crafting, growing, and cooking.

  And secretly preparing for mass extinction blood spells…

  On the one hand, she has the second highest access rights to Database and is the only one besides Drew that can easily connect the dots. On the other hand, mass extinction rites.

  So, Re-Haan has had enough. She hasn’t seen Drew since he entered Tree and the request for her to launch drones also stopped. Realising that she’s making herself paranoid, mad, and crazy, she makes a decision.

  She is currently sitting on top of the Flight Mountain. The jagged tooth of rock is high enough to pierce the clouds, and the view from up here is quite nice. She has had good talks with all of the dragons and is endlessly relieved that the Ancestor that woke up turned out to be pretty agreeable. All of her kin are now holed up in their caves again like before.

  The big difference is that they did it voluntary this time. The mass of mana crystals they have taken with them is also different, and it’s the same with the cultivation knowledge and their - admittedly slow - access to Database.

  She and the Ancestor had talked for hours, his perspective very different from her own. She suspects that only Drew could manage to have the same kind of mind-bending timescale in his thoughts. She could manage to think and speculate in thousands and even tens of thousands of years. The Ancestor - being hundreds of thousands of years old - could easily juggle millions of years in his thoughts.

  In the end, they had come to a reluctant agreement. He saw which way the wind would be blowing and gracefully accepted a ring and a cultivation starter kit. He then said goodbye and went back to his own chambers, a massive cave tens of kilometres below the root of Flight Mountain.

  Re-Haan was very thankful for the qi-containment effect Drew had added to all rings, the thought of all dragons below suddenly waking with qi poisoning being a truly terrifying possibility to contemplate.

  Satisfied that things are once again calm on Flight Mountain, Re-Haan starts walking downwards. She once asked Drew why he always took it easy when traveling. He replied with some wise sounding crap about journeys and destinations that she ignored, but walking down the many kilometres of rugged rock makes her understand it a bit.

  A quarter-way down the hill, her sight is robbed by clouds and she loses patience, now that the view is gone. Gliding downwards, she reaches sea level minutes later, startling the small group of gawking students that have paid the point cost to visit the mythical Flight Mountain.

  She steps through the shining thread of light that is the portal and immediately starts flying towards Tree, her mind set on getting answers.

  ⁂

  “Hey, there’s Tess and Ket. You two look happy as always. Do remember to shower more, just washing with water does not get rid of the hormones, ya know.” Vox sends a saucy wink at the couple who just arrived. Seemingly by pure coincidence, all the original students have gathered inside Tree. They have congregated in the middle of their own houses, the circular setup giving them some privacy as they chat and eat.

  “Hey, Vox, where’s Ares?” Tess casually asks, secretly happy that she no longer gets flustered each time the relationship between her and Ket is mentioned.

  “Still teaching up on the moon.”

  “And where’s Rodrick?” Ket asks.

  “Still out and about. He’ll be back in a bit. Why do you want to know?”

  “Nothing. Just curious,” replies Ket with a straight face. He then catches sight of a rather blinding person. “Why is that thing here?”

  “No need to be rude, Ket. I bought my place here. It cost me quite a lot, but I’ve finally gathered enough to buy out a piece of land next to these quaint shacks. I’ll be bringing some true class to the neighbourhood, no need to thank me.” Green studies her gem encrusted nails as she casually lounges on the grass. Whatever style and grace she had is buried under literal kilograms of golden jewellery and piles of gem encrusted regalia.

  “Right, I hope you gathered ten times as much, because I just bought it and put it up again for a lot more. Now only the truly rich can afford this place. No need to thank me.” Angeta opens her eyes as the green gem in her hairline stops glowing.

  Green splutters but knows when she is beat.

  “Thanks, Angy!” says Selis while secretly looking relieved. “Tess, did ya find whatcha were looking for? Those black-clad, striped stabbers?”

  Tess’s face lights up and crumples at the same time. “Yes! They are super cool. Really pretty fur and those patterns, such neat contrasts. But the s
uper-secret technique was drugs. Absence Island supplied them with a steady stream of dark mana potions, and drinking those gave them the limited ability to fade and merge in shadows. So that’s not going to happen anymore.” She shrugs while sitting on a black chair.

  Ket sits next to Vox and Bord in the boys' corner. “Isn't it quite coincidental that we all just happen to be home at this time? The chance of that happening based on previous mission patterns is low.”

  “No suitable missions were available. I dunno, I think something is happening but don't really know what,” replies Vox.

  “Bloody shit’s gonna go down,” is Bord’s contribution to the conversation.

  “Right. Thanks for the info Bord. Useful as always.” Selis rolls her eyes while sipping on her drink.

  Ket speaks up after a few seconds of silence. “I have a proposal. Who wants to go explore the star dungeon with me later? It’s in the jungle north of the Narrow Desert. I read that it was scouted by two students, but they didn’t enter.”

  “I’m in,” is Tess’s immediate answer. Ket just nods. He then does a double take as he looks at the chair Tess is sitting on. Dark tendrils waft from the piece of furniture and Ket rubs his eyes in order to stem the developing headache.

  “Ooh, sounds like fun! Let me buy a second ring and fill it with water first though. I don’t wanna go through the Mana Dungeon debacle again. Oh, there’s Re. Hey Re-Haan!” Selis waves at the descending dragoness.

  Re-Haan only casts a single glance at the lounging students and gives them a distracted wave before moving past them.

  “She seems distracted. What’s up with her?” asks Tess.

  The group collectively shrugs as they continue chatting.

  ⁂

  “Okay, I think I get it now. Let me recap, and interrupt me if I get something wrong, okay?”

  “AAGREEEEED”

  “Good job. Your speech is getting much better.” I give the rectangular piece of machinery a thumbs up and continue. “Level one is the basic alarm. Anything unusual and the system goes into preparation mode. Systems are brought online, weapon platforms are dusted off, and surveillance equipment is activated. This happened when I made qi, and you guys detected a foreign energy signature.”

  Not noticing any reaction from the computer, I continue.

  “Level two is for property damage. Maybe this happened when I reached the Tower’s core, but I doubt it. That thing nearly killed me. No offense, but you are weak-sauce in comparison. Anyway, level two happened when the Tower broke. This had you steering the low-level mana mutants through a system I have yet to discover and probably activated the space-based defences as shit could get real.

  “Level three is for large scale destruction threats, not just broken furniture. Either the destruction of Absence Island or a proximity alert when I did some space walking. This activated direct control of enforcer class mutants and redirection of outdoor dungeon mobs and bosses from the other continent.

  “Now you will need to interrupt when I’m talking nonsense, because your explanation of these things honestly sucks. Level four is for high value target destruction, I guess?”

  “...”

  “Okay, you being silent is taken as agreement. Level four will allow large scale destruction, something that could threaten you. Which is ironic because threatening you would trigger level four. Space-based weapons of mass destruction is what I’m guessing, maybe even moon-based items that are true high-precision FUBAR stuff.

  “Then level five. Moon damage, you said? So that’s higher than a high value target. Critical infrastructure, then. Dungeon cores are non-critical, I’m assuming, so the moon must be the control centre for all this shit. And total destruction. So, a reset button. Probably to prevent tech or resources from falling into enemy hands.

  “I got to say, Core. It’s a good thing you prevented me from opening you up. Then again, this all could be a scam to get me to go away. You don't seem the most trustworthy of information sou-”

  “CORREEECT.”

  “-rces… What now?”

  “PROVIDED DATAAA IS COOORRECT.”

  “Okay then. Thanks for that, I guess…” I mull the information over again. I’ve been at this for hours now, having a painfully slow conversation with a supercomputer that I don’t trust at all. It’s also rather stupid for something with enough thinking power to will things in and out of existence while transforming the missed potential into mana.

  “Where were you made?”

  “FAACTOOORY.”

  All of its answers are like that. Sort of useful, but also not. “What’s your name?”

  Ah, no, why did I ask that? I sigh deeply as it starts recounting its serial number again. Ten minutes filled with this droning and loud-ass voice repeating random numbers and letters. At least I learned something new from it the first time I asked it. Its creators are working with a four bit or hexadecimal alphabet, and it seems to be mass produced. Lovingly handcrafted items are rarely given serial numbers this long.

  But what's the letter that sound like: ’HHAAAAGGGKEEE’? And that’s one of the easier to pronounce letters. I sigh once again while thinking of other questions to ask it.

  “Done? Finally. Why are you so weak compared to the Tower’s dungeon core?”

  “BRROOKEN COOONTACT”

  I perk up. This is new. “What contact?”

  “NEXXXXUS”

  “What nexus?”

  “UUUP AAABOOOV- connection restored. Control assumed. Organic detected. Alien power signature detected. Vocal override detected. Switching off vocal override.”

  And I start vanishing. Before I can react, a massive will smashes into my being. I can barely even start sending the qi through my braincore to get my act together before I disappear. My entire self is willed out of existence and I die.

  I take a deep breath. That was the outer layer of my core. Fifteen layers to go, bring it on bitch! I shakily manage to send qi moving through my brain by the time my second self is erased. Fourteen left. I blink my eyes a bit as I notice that time has failed to stop. It’s slowed down a bit, sure, but only by a factor of ten instead of the thousands. Is this because of my much changed brainco...

  Thirteen. I stagger backwards as I feel the massive will pouring itself through the cube in front of me. Twelve. This isn't working. The sequence of selves I made are only slowing it down. Eleven. Fuck…

  I flounder in indecision for a moment. Ten, nine, eight. I try to pitch my own will against it. Seven. I try to fight the glowing cube with qi. Six. I swing my sword at it. Five. Yeah, that’s not working. Let's get the fuck out of here.

  Four.

  I start grasping at my necklace, both physically and mentally.

  Three.

  The air around me is rigid, the spacetime bound by a force I can't compete with. I manage to open a crack the size of a pinhole by pouring all my might inside it.

  Two.

  I command Tree to give me power, to aid me.

  One.

  Just a single layer left. The constant stream of miniature deaths is making my stomach churn. I feel a slight trickle of golden power flow through the pinprick in space, only for it to disappear like my own layered being.

  Zero.

  I feel awfully naked now. I can't quite decide whether my braincore is just normal empty or completely empty. A massive mind slams against my own. An alien force of will that has nothing to do with a living being at all. A thing made out of yes or no, a collection of a trillion possibilities denied existence pushes me away, denies me being real.

  Then I hear a splutter, a crackle and Lola screaming her little head off.

  I look down and see Lola’s fur singed and smoking. She is laying in a wet puddle at the base of the cube, the stink of piss, lightning and burned fur wafting from her in waves. What a beautiful creature it is, injuring a being the size of a moon while pissing.

  I grab her, the shame that I nearly forgot to bring her along creeping into my heart, and rip th
e space open now that the alien mind has abated. I wildly grasp for the most powerful thing I can sense, expecting it to be Tree, and push myself through the forming portal.

  Rhea stares back at me.

  ⁂

  “And that’s how it went.” I explain to Rhea. “I decided to think things through for a bit and to come up with a proper plan. I’m sorry I didn't inform you, but I didn't want to risk the Nexus finding out about my plans. I’ve got a good grasp on what will trigger the level four alarm, so we need to stay below that.”

  Rhea is laying in my arms as we chill in my hidden production lair. She forcefully barged in, even threatening to splinter parts of Tree unless I let her inside. She was about to shatter the exact spot where Tree’s core of existence, the formation I made from my own blood, was. I thus politely invited her in while shushing her.

  “Okay… I guess I understand. Now what, though? How are we going to fix this?” she asks while frowning cutely. I smile at the difference in perspective. She immediately assumes a ‘we’ position while I tried to suffer through it by myself.

  “That’s not the worst, though. Those pieces of my stomach that got launched into orbit? A few have landed in remote regions but that’s not important. Most of them have been attacked by the defensive lasers in space and are now glowing clouds of qi. Somehow, the lasers have managed to change their orbits enough for them to start raining down over the next few days instead of months. I really want to have a polite conversation with whoever designed this fucking system.”

  I feel a slender hand rub my leg and I calm down a bit. “Also, I’ve found other dungeons and had the students scout them. I learned a few days ago that those dungeons also started producing qi. The qi containment fields inside the rings is apparently not enough to prevent overeager quantum computers from absorbing it.”

  “Oh, all of them?”

  “Yep. The one south of the beastkin capital smells like Ferah. The stupid kid must have snuck in while they were there. I’m not sure about the other ones but the star shaped jungle dungeon has a rather perverted qi signature - of Bassik and Rityn both - so, no need to speculate on what happened there.”