Today is the day, huh? as feel the heat from the sun on my face the day of my baptism, well I guess let's get started. As I join up with my family, there is someone else; I focused my mana sense on Emily, I think it is part of it for the family to be with them. But it's not like we are married yet. So why, fuck it? I will ask hey, Emily not to be rude, but why are you here. I thought it was family only. It is but I'm a priestess, and my mom is the head priestess for the church. And normally, I wouldn't, but due to me being engaged to you and my mom's standing as well as my own, I'm allowed. Also, why, do you not want me there? She says in a fake distressed voice. I thought you loved me; I'm just kidding, as my mom pinches her side, I'm kidding. We don't know each other that well yet. She says under her breath, looking at the ground, but I heard it. She's cute when she wants to be, huh?
Another fifteen minutes pass, and we finally arrive at the church. With my mana, since I can tell it's Notre Dame huge anyway as we go through the entrance, I feel my mana stir. Then a nun approaches us and asks if we are the Gatsby's. They look towards me, and I reply Yes! Man, my mana won't stop circulating. It's as if I can't control it. Please follow me. The user of heaven's judgment, what the fuck! As I look back up, I am no longer in the church, and an angle is in front of me, a literal angle. I reluctantly follow. As she opens the door, I see a familiar Wait, i can see? Face old coot? Hoo hoo, you still call me that, huh Well I did like your attitude, so I'll allow it any ways sit. As if teleported I'm now in the chair. In front of him, so old coot, what are you, God or something? Ooh right to the big questions, huh No I am no god, at least a true one. No I'm a curator of the system. Think of it as the divine intervention in this world.
Wait, so you like intervein when someone breaks a taboo? No not directly Anyway, that where people like you come in. reincarnates. though you were more of a whim for me. I have no grand task as of, yet this is more like a formality due to your circumstance, but ask any questions, you may have. Well, here goes nothing. Is this the baptism? no, this is not. But you will receive something as all my disciples do. And what might that be? Knowledge, my boy! And a brand, a brand only you can make known. This is what it looks like as he shows me the scales of justice. A with an Angel standing behind them at attention with a flaming great sword stabbed into a planet below the scales.
And one more thing, your skills are touched by mana as one of them. As well as mana sensitive, it will help the rest is up to you. "Any more questions?" The religion in this world there is only one. Old Coot interrupts, "Lexaruatisum is the name of the religion the church of Luxus is what most people refer to it as. Time's up uh, well back you go." Huh? Ass the color leaves my eyes, I begin to feel a burning sensation, one on my right eye and one on my back, a large part of it starting at the middle of my back. I hear something from old coot. Be careful with that eye. "DO NOT LOSE IT!" he bellows. As his voice fades, I come to again on my back, waiting because my blindfold is off. I ask out loud, and I get a response from a voice I've never heard before replies. Look at me, and don't blink. This is the mark of Luxus let us finish your baptism. I follow my mana, no longer stirring uncontrollably as we move deeper.
Here we are, young one the baptism room. Prick your finger and drop a drop of blood on the orb. As I do so, row after row of text appears in my mind.
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Ding! You have learned fire magic.
Ding! You have learned soul magic.
Ding! You have learned life magic.
Ding! You have learned. Space-time magic.
Ding! You have learned sword aura.
Congratulations you have reached baptism. You are given ten skills to pick from. I immediately pick touched by mana and mana sensitive. That leaves eight; as I'm scrolling, I see. Thousands of skills, so I'll cut the down to the ones I picked. Natural regeneration- allows the skill holder to heal at a faster rate, storage-gives Skill holder an inventory space, iron hide- allows the skill holder to harden his body, mind split- allows the user to split his thinking process (multitask master!) excessive possessing allows for faster thinking and, trigger reflexes- increase the body's reaction time. Status aliment- nullification, which was at the bottom of the list and cost two skill points and nullifies Poisons and negative statuses.
As I close out, I come back to my senses. I'm being stared at. "How many skills did you get?" she says in an unnervingly worried tone. Then, I reply as if it is normal, "Ten!? five is the highest ever given. to tell anyone!" For the mark of Luxus, now your crazy amount of skill points. As she says this, we must see the pope; my right eye burns. Knowledge follows the pain. Now, I know common sense: I'm not normal and overpowered. But that is just to the human side, not so much when the bigger picture is presented. I feel a change in my surroundings; we are now in a large hall with a woman sitting on a chair. "Your holiness," Emily's mom states. "Markle Leaf, for you to teleport here, it must be important, no?" the pope asks. "Show your back and eye, boy!"
I do as instructed. As soon as the scales are shown, she yells for all to leave. Now it's just us three. Your eye now, child, she beckons. Your right eye has the same mark. The mark of Luxus! This was. Awkward, to say the least. I'm shirtless, standing in the pope's throne room. Excuse me, why am I here? I ask. Take him back. Tell no one. I was ignored. With a wave of her hand, I am back in the cathedral. As I blink, I hear the pope in my head. Return for now and be ready for tomorrow. The pope is weird.
As I enter the cathedral hall, all eyes are on me. Did I do something? I exclaim. Your hair is white now. Wait, what was it before, "brown!" everyone says in unison. Huh, oh yeah. I focused on the skill I hadn't looked into. I can sense the mana has color. As this sensation floods into me, "I can see!" I scream, and not just in black and white. In color, my mom is a young woman with red hair and fair skin. She is 5 feet 7 inches tall and curvy, but not in the wrong way. She is wearing a green and black sundress. As for my sister, she is wearing a yellow sundress, and her reddish brown hair is down to her lap. My mother has fair skin as my dad, brown hair, a chiseled jawline, and a 6-foot-tall man wearing a military uniform tanner than my mom and sister. Still, as my eyes scan to my fiancé, I'm speechless: black hair, my height wearing green and tan, and fair skin, but darker than my sister did say by two shades.
I ran to the nearest mirror. Not bad for being five, my red blindfold. I'm wearing a plain white shirt and brown trousers with a long gold embroidered jacket. What does my sword look like? Wait, is it probably a bad idea to take it out here? I'll do that later. As I'm lost in thought, the nun says, "That concludes the baptism." With that, I'm in my room in the castle, black and gold; I remark as I look at my sword. It seems like gold lightning along the blade with a black background. I never thought I'd see color again. as I put up my sword. I slowly drift off to sleep.
I wake up to the sound of a knock at the window. Huh, it's still dark? Who could be knocking on my window?