When the Divination magic was ended, he could still use it to continue exploring the whole place. Juan still chose to end it right there because he had already achieved what he intended. After regaining control of his body, Juan woke up looking at the old ceiling.
"Since I know where your headquarters are now, it's time for my magic to come to play. Even if there is too much of a distance between the magic cast and the target, my magic will flow as freely as the wind—forgetful wind magic."
While lying with his back on the bed, Juan cast the Forgetful Wind Magic. A gray, almost transparent object with some black scratches around it slowly gathered in the air to form the word "forgetful wind." And with a splash, the grey, transparent, black scratch immediately shattered a second at its form.
Soon the specks of those lights turn into mini texts that dance in the air, bringing with them the murmurs of the wind. Bringing terror to Juan's heart, as he was afraid to suddenly forget something he shouldn't have. The murmuring disappeared, and what happened next was the same as usual.
The minitexts in midair gathered and transformed into many connected magic circles that started to spin according to some laws governing them. With a wave of his hand, Juan forcefully calmed his mind and loudly beating heart before pointing in the direction of his target.
"I want all those who knew me, be it a living being or an object that has something to do with that organization, to forget everything that has anything to do with me." Just as he said his piece, the magic circle immediately dissipated into a gray, transparent air that soon merged with the wind.
Juan saw it fly out of his window before disappearing. "The speed of the wind traveling may still need some time to reach all the targets. I made it have something to do with organization so that everyone that is part of it will have their memories of me get erased. Hehehe, now I can do things more secretly without being watched anymore."
Silence.
Seeing that he had some free time, he took a look at his text box.
[Magic Ritual: 0]
[Current Magic: Healing Magic x4, Illusion Magic x0, Wish Magic x6, Divination Magic x11, Forgetful Wind Magic x11]
"I still had six more wishes. I can use one for now." Juan remembered that when the magic circle had formed just now. It suddenly let out murmuring effects, which scared him a bit. He didn't know if he was affected or not, if some of his memories were forgotten or not. It's better to check them out first to avoid future troubles.
"I wish to know if I had been affected by the magic just now." With the last word leaving his mouth, the air suddenly trembled, and a transparent word [Wish] appeared before disassembling into countless mini texts. And not long after, they gathered to form a complicated magic circle, which soon disappeared.
After all, such a task was as simple as just asking. Juan got his answer, which is negative, giving him a breath of relief. "That's good." After everything was fine, he got up and took out his phone to start the early planning for his next move. After his existence was hidden from such organizations, he would slowly scheme to take their place.
[Magic Ritual: 0]
[Current Magic: Healing Magic x4, Illusion Magic x0, Wish Magic x5, Divination Magic x11, Forgetful Wind Magic x11]
"As I have yet to find any suitable magic for giving them the punishment they deserve, I can only let them forget about me for now to avoid troubles coming to me like shooting stars in a bright sky. Now that I can finally be at ease, I can start doing many things I couldn't before." Juan felt light and happy; he was relaxed as a feather would be on a mattress made from puffy clouds.
And while Juan was brainstorming further on his future plan, The world outside wasn't as peaceful as his village.
...
Southern area of the Pacific Sea.
On a hidden island covered by storms all year. Unmapped by the satellites and other geographic photos nationwide. The organization that made this place their headquarters. In a certain room inside the lone, huge tower that pierces through the clouds
It's the room used as the air conditioning and ventilation system for the entire tower. At this time, while the storms rage around everywhere from the tower as the center, A grayish, transparent wind suddenly flew by like a streak of shadow amidst the blue sky. Slipping inside the room like some sort of ominous cloud coming to bring bad luck to those who passed by.
It followed the air-ventilation system tunnel, split into countless parts, and slowly filled up the whole tower with its wind before disappearing. In one of the rooms, a room that looked like an apartment with all kinds of high technology embedded around it had a sci-fi feel.
The blue-lined, light metal door suddenly opened automatically, and a tall figure wearing a black coat calmly walked in, feeling at home. The door closed behind him as he made his way to the couch nearby, where there is a small transparent glass below where he can see an aquarium full of a variety of fish swimming around.
Giving an unspeakable peace to those who see them. As he sat down on the couch to relax, he took off the coat he was wearing before throwing it to the side. From the look of his back, the figure was an old man with white hair. His bony and skinny hand, which looked like a tree bark, had creepy fingers spread on the shoulder of the couch.
"Ah, too tiring; those young fools just won't let me rest at work. If not because we are inside the organization, I would have already killed them for their arrogance," the old man said with his old and tired voice. "Hmph, they dare to take note of my position as one of the judge? Dream on, you can only look from below while I stand above you all."
Just thinking of those smug faces he had been seeing all morning, the old man immediately turned angry as he started spouting nonsense around him to release the pent-up anger in his old heart. "Who's old? Even if I am, no one can take my possessions away from me! Those who do can only face my fury and die under my command."
"Just like that kid back then, hehehe." Talking about that young man half a month ago, he suddenly remembered that no mannerism young man who doesn't seem to understand where he was back then. To actually talk back to him, a judge back then? "Ha! In the end, opposing me will only lead them to their deaths. However, I haven't confirmed it yet."
Although he was arrogant and confident, sometimes one can never be too blinded by such an appearance. If he suddenly found out that that defective young man was still alive even after what he left for him back then. Who knew if that young man would suddenly bloom to take revenge? "It isn't too late to be cautious after all. I still have a long life."
Just like that, he took out a high-tech phone from the side as he called on someone. A while later, he got the call answered. "Sir [white hair]?"
The old man's code name was [White Hair], and his real name was Dumbul. One of the nine judges of the mysterious organization he was in "I want the current information of that, uh, defective awakened young man back then." "Alright sir, I'll send you the information in just a bit."
Soon, Dumbul looked at his high-tech phone, reading the information he had just received. Then, as he read on it for a while, He started to furrow his brows with an uncomfortable expression. "To think you're still alive. But you also used your last healing whatnot, huh. Hmph, although you have returned to being an ordinary man. Our organization cannot let go of those who know us."
Dumbul took out another phone and started calling someone. His eyes flashed upon the photo of the young man, hell-bent on killing those who disgusted him and dared to challenge his authority. "Consider yourself lucky, kid. I'm in a bad mood today. This half a month could be considered gift to your last days to be alive."
"Hello?" Soon the phone got picked up. And a hoarse voice of man came.
"I've got a mission for you. It's an assassination mission; the reward will be 10,000,000." White-haired Dumbul casually said the amount for the reward as though such money wasn't worth him taking a glance at all. In reality, it was indeed such. Such an amount of money was just pocket change in his pocket.
"Target?" The man asked from the other side of the phone, waiting.
"I'll send you the information." White-haired Dumbul faintly smiled at how things went the way he wanted. He was just about to send the information to the other party when he suddenly noticed a breeze fly by. "Hmmm? Breeze? How did a breeze just appear in my room just now?" White-haired Dumbul was stunned.
After all, his room was safely protected inside the tower, where thick walls divided every room by a distance. Naturally, because of the identity of the people living inside these rooms, It has much importance in terms of an ecological environment where there's an artificial ecosystem that maintains the production of oxygen inside.
It's to avoid assassination via the use of poisonous gases. After all, there are awakened people who can produce colorless and odorless poisonous gases by just walking around. So the question is, where did this breeze come from? This immediately caused him to be alerted by the bizarreness that had just happened.
"Call you back later." With that, he cut off the call as he stood up, looking around vigilantly. While the man on the other end thought that the white-haired dumbul might have encountered something urgent, he decided to wait. But who knew that after so many hours of waiting, he would never hear from him again?
He shook his head and decided to just forget about it.
While White Hair Dumbul was busy looking around vigilantly. Even activating many technologies around that can scan the various surroundings via heat, sounds, touch, and other detecting devices. He found nothing strange at all. "Then what was that just now?" He felt like he had just sensed something from that wind back then, but he did not know what it was.
In their organization, there are some awakened who have the ability to turn into wind and be undetected by normal means. That's why he assumed someone with that ability had intruded upon his room. Thinking about that had made him angry that he kept on shouting around, provoking the other party of who he is, but knew he was really just being too loud.
He sat down, looking at his phone, somewhat dazed. "Am I really getting old that I started seeing things? Damn it!" Muttering to himself, he suddenly noticed an empty document opened in his high-tech phone. Confused, he took a closer look before muttering, "Why did I open this? Hmm? This... was sent to me? Did they send the wrong files?"
Taking his other phone, he called the sender and asked. But then he was confused even more, and the other party seemed confused as well. He only remembered the order to send a document without knowing anything else. "That's too bizarre." White-haired Dumbul suddenly felt a chill down his spine, making him somewhat more awake than he already was.
Somehow, something inside him told him that this was too eerie. However, he didn't believe in any superstition, so he took on his coat and left the room. I guessed that the tower's technology must have malfunctioned because of the experiment they were having on that ancient-looking gateway.
At the same time, the man who sent the documents also felt a breeze pass by him back then while he was looking at the files in the computer system database. He was stunned for a bit, his eyes losing focus. Unbeknownst to him, the files containing everything about Juan in the database somehow vanished by some sort of power before he returned to his senses.
Then, because of that missing documents in the database. The higher ups of the organization thought the quantum computer was alo affected and started malfunctioning. Causing chaos for them and to those who had some ears who heard the news.
...
That evening, Juan's clone returned from work. A few days ago, since he doesn't know what's going on with his clone at work every day. He ordered it to tell him in detail the things that happened there.
And now wasn't an exception, he said, lying on his bed while playing an online multiplayer fps mobile game. "Illusion?" Just as he heard the door close, he suddenly looked around him, confused. He called again, but his illusion clone seems to have vanished after entering the room and closing the door. "Did he leave? No way."
After being silent for a while, he decided to wait for a few more minutes until he finished the game. Juan's attention returned to his phone as he continued playing the game. It wasn't until he was done that he returned to his thoughts on illusion. Feeling the hassle of moving around to search for it.
Juan came up with a solution: "Looks like there's a need for the wish magic to be used again. Ah, how many uses have I left?"
[Magic Ritual: 0]
[Current Magic: Healing Magic x4, Illusion Magic x0, Wish Magic x5, Divination Magic x11, Forgetful Wind Magic x11]
Seeing the text box appear as he willed and reading the text in it He said, "Since I still have five more times I can use it, wasting one to inquire for its whereabouts shouldn't be a waste." After all, who knows if it suddenly gains consciousness? And would he create chaos for himself? Although he can solve it with magic. That would be too much of a waste.
"I wish to know if my illusion clone still exists." Juan wished it, and then the phenomenon of magic appeared for a few seconds before vanishing. At the same time, he got his answer. [Negative.] This made him heave some relief: "I see. So the illusion clone has already reached its limit. I can't believe it still had the time to reach here before dissipating silently."
"Should I build a tomb for him? I think I should not." That would be the same as building a tomb for himself when he was still alive. That's too ominous a thing to do, so he immediately shook such thoughts out of his mind. "I need to replenish my [Illusion] magic. But before that, it should be time to know the result of my [Forgetful Wind] magic. I'm going to waste another wish for it."
[Magic Ritual: 0]
[Current Magic: Healing Magic x4, Illusion Magic x0, Wish Magic x4, Divination Magic x11, Forgetful Wind Magic x11]
"I wish to know what happened to my [Forgetful Wind] magic I cast back then."
[Magic Ritual: 0]
[Current Magic: Healing Magic x4, Illusion Magic x0, Wish Magic x3, Divination Magic x11, Forgetful Wind Magic x11]
He didn't look at the text box anymore; instead, he waited for the magic casting phenomenon to get finished to have his question answered. Soon, information suddenly entered his mind. It's about what happened in detail after he cast his magic back then.
Juan's eyes lit up. "I see. That's a good job. Now I don't need to worry anymore. I can go and travel more, visit places with many cultures, and if I can chance upon their folklore, that can help me. Then I can also take such chances to do the ritual and create magic from them." Then he opened up his phone's notepad.
First Plan: Escape from the Parents Control
Looking at the line of text he wrote, Juan was silent for a while before he loosened the constricted feeling in his heart. This is why he didn't want to stay here any longer. The longer he stayed, the more he felt suffocated.
Although he loved his parents, he also hated them. He sighed deeply in his heart before he opened the window to gaze at the blurry stars above caused by light pollution. When the fresh, cool air finally replaced the warm and sweaty air inside the room.
Juan closed the window and then turned the lights off before going to sleep. The next day will be the start of his real adventure.
...
The next day.
[Magic Ritual: 0]
[Current Magic: Healing Magic x4, Illusion Magic x0, Wish Magic x3, Divination Magic x11, Forgetful Wind Magic x11]
Juan woke up looking at the text box and relaxing, feeling the security brought by this opportunity. He had to obtain the magic that can create miracles through fate. However, to further make the right choices, he needs more knowledge and a desire to go on adventures.
Is that even necessary? Of course! The reason? There are some places in time where some rituals would need strict requirements when it comes to that. That's why if he ever encounters interesting folklore,
And the superstition inside caught his interest. Then it won't be a problem to do a ritual since he's already there. Juan stood up and packed all the things he had. Naturally, he left a sack full of money for his parents to live their lives however they wanted to.
It was already 5:00 AM when he finished doing that. Then, since he was leaving, He naturally had to say a proper farewell. Opening the door, he walked towards the kitchen to prepare the usual breakfast every year.