I've never used Chaos Magic since the day I knew I had the affinity.
Roughly, I know how the taboo of magic renders reality and performs different miracles─but similar to cursed items: a deal with the devil, or the monkey's paw, it has a dreary aftereffect that lingers like a maddening loophole.
Everything falls apart.
I'm no defender of a grand order nor the fabrics of reality.
Albeit branded as the Strongest Mage, I'm but another munchkin who's juvenile and awkwardly three-dimensional to break out of character.
Self-conscious to the brim, both infallible and gullible at the same time, and ridiculous with being active and passive with situations not matching their accounts. Ephemeral and evanescent, a magic being in an existential crisis who wants an escape out of reality and faces it at the damned same time.
Laughable, as in how despicable and cumbersome is that?
