Deja laid in bed, his eyes wide open. His new skill would allow him to show his powers, but it still would probably be better not to use them. It would be a pain to have to wipe everyones memories.
'What to do, What to do. [System], can the skill {Recent Memory Wipe} erase multiple people at once?'
[No. The skill {Recent Memory Wipe} can only be used on one target at a time.]
'Got it.'
Hearing a rustle, Deja sat up. Turning to look out the window, Deja was hit in the temple by what seemed to be a golden beam of light. Feeling a sharp pain in his forehead, Deja collapsed back down onto his bed.
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Deja opened his eyes to find himself back inside his mind, inside the filing cabinets. He thought back to the sudden flash.
'[System]?'
[Yes?]
'What was that beam?'
[Unknown. However, Deja is receiving a telekinetic transmission.]
'You can check that?'
[Yes.]
'Huh. You learn something new every day. Accept the transmission.'
[Accepting... Started Transmission...]
A gravelly voice resonated in around the room. 'Hello? Hello, can you hear me? My name is Bryvronoss, and I sent this bead to find the one considered {Strongest} by the world. The golden orb was meant be used by myself, but I found myself under attack by a human nation. The orb was sent to you as a last resort. Please, come to Draycoln Atoll, and find me or my corpse. You will learn more about the orb then.'
'Weird.' Deja laid back in the lounge chair he conjured up. 'The way he talks about humans is as if he is looking down upon us, as if we are insects. [System], can you tell me what the orb does?'
[I cannot. The orb is a mystical item, even to a god]
'So you are a god?'
[Negative]
'What are you then?'
[There is not a reason to inform Deja right now]
Deja put his hands behind his head and sighed. 'Alright, I guess that's fair. [System], can I create a creation skill? One that allows me to conjure up anything that I can think of?'
[Yes. However, at Deja's current level, each use will drain Deja's mana by 90%]
'How long can an object stay in this plane once it is conjured?'
[100 hours per 100 mana]
'Alrighty then. Generate the skill.'
[Creating skill; {Creation}]
'Ok.'
Deja stood up from the chair, a slight creak releasing from the settling wood. Looking around the room, he noticed that the orb was silently floating in the corner of the room.
'I'll come back for you later.'
Throwing the door wide open, A brilliant light escaped into the room. For the first time since he woke up, he caught a quick glimpse of the world outside the room, only being able to see lime green grass before blacking out.
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Deja awoke, determined to find Draycoln Atoll and figure out whatever it was he had just come into possession of. Based on the voice he had heard, it seemed as though the thing behind the orb wasn't human, and Deja wanted to figure out what it was.
Quietly sprinting across the fields of grass in between the buildings, Deja arrived at the Headmasters office. Three loud knock rang throughout the house, alerting the Headmaster to the visitor. With a slight creak, the door swung open, Revealing a sleepy looking old man in a silver and crimson robe, rubbing his eyes and yawning. As soon as he saw the student at his front door, the headmaster perked up. "Oh! Deja, come in, come in." He beckoned Deja through the door. Closing the door behind himself, Deja walked straight to the office chairs by the desk, and sat down.
"So what can I do for you?"
Deja didn't miss the chance, and instantly replied; "I would like a 6 month leave of absence. I have some extra things I need to finish up in light of the attack."
"We can probably let you do that, as long as you prove to us when you get back that you wouldn't have to catch up in work or knowledge."
"Understood. With that cleared up, I'll be on my way."
"Deja, wait."
"Yes sir?"
"You forgot this."
The headmaster tossed him a cloth parcel. Inside was a book on magic circles, and a guide on how to gain the next level of magic. Deja was speechless.
'These are worthless! I get that its a kind gesture from the old man, but I have no need for them...'
The Headmaster mistook Deja's speechlessness as appreciation rather than contempt.
"No worries young man. Now be on your way."
Deja looked up from the parcel, nodded, and ran off.
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'[System], use skill {Creation}'
[What does Deja want to create?]
'Create a flying mount of some kind.'
[Creating {Flying Mount of some kind}]
Instantly, Deja felt all of his mana draining away, leaving him exhausted. There was a bright glow in front of him, and after about a minute, the glow subsided, leaving something that looked very familiar to Deja.
"A jet!?!"
Due to Deja being considered both a nerd and an otaku, he had quite a few different types of flying machines/animals in his "Arsenal", but he hadn't been expecting an F-22 Raptor to appear in front of him.
'[System], I don't know how to fly this...'
[Do not fret, Deja. The System provides knowledge on all generated machines]
'Oh. Good.'
Deja hopped into the cockpit, and activated the engines. A loud roar was heard around the courtyard, causing everyone to rush towards where Deja had been. By then, however, Deja was long gone.
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The Headmaster stared out the window at the jet in the sky, slowly getting smaller on the horizon. He shook his head. "What are you hiding, Deja."
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Deja was screaming in the cockpit, both out of fear and euphoria. On one hand, Deja had always wanted to try and fly one of these in his past life as Mike. On the other, Deja was now 11, and could barely see out the cockpit. He noticed a little button on the dashboard that said 'Auto Pilot' He pressed it, and the plane took over flying itself.
'Hey [System]?'
[Yes, Deja?]
'Do you know where Draycoln Atoll is?'
[Affermative]
'Can you give me the coordinates? I need to the them into the autopilot.'
[Sure. 1568 lat, and 8172 lon.]
'Got it.'
Punching in the numbers, Deja felt the plane rapidly accelerate, hitting just barely subsonic speeds.Feeling the gravity push him back into his seat, Deja closed his eyes, and hoped the trip would go smoothly.