After learning from SCP-029 a new application of my own spells, I felt quite disoriented. Perhaps she just knew how to do it instinctively? As I was her master.
Overall, I was happy to learn how to lessen my chances of death in direct combat and potentially out of it as well. But internally I was seething that she just learned that for free.
And although I may have also gotten my magic knowledge for 'free', at least this body had to go through a shit ton of research for it.
"-hould I do next, master?"
Only one more component to go…
I made a humming sound as if in thought about what magic she should showcase next, but in reality I was thinking about the best time to transmit my message. And I had found it.
Opening my palm under the table, I pointed it towards SCP-029 and transmitted it in an instant.
"-l of them at onceeezzzz…. Skibidi?" SCP-029 said intelligently, whispering the last part in a barely audible tone. And look, I didn't think the foundation would ever say those accused words. So it was my best choice alright?
"Do whatever you would like next, it makes no difference to me, just make sure to showcase everything, alright?" I said calmly. Completely ignoring SCP-029's obvious confusion in favor of smiling kindly.
"Oh… alright then, master." SCP-029 said slowly, brewing in her own thoughts before responding non-verbally through her use of water magic. Freezing it, boiling it, both at the same time, everything and anything was showcased. Just as I requested.
…she really shouldn't be showing off every potential thing.
[Mind Magic: Transfer Thought] (Not everything. Just decent chunk. Hostiles watching.)
A few seconds later, in the midst of explaining how to create a boiling projectile that would burn your opponent on touch but freeze once on top of them, or vice versa, she stopped.
My head began to hurt from using these complicated spells, far more complex than create flame, for example. It appeared there was a difference in power in each componet and I had been given the basic level 0s and 1s. Like getting cantrips and level 1 spells in the beginning of DnD. But eventually getting to level nine spells or so.
Because obviously mind control, even with potentially less components than say, a flaming spear that spun and tracked unto its target, would still cost far more mental strength than said flaming and spinning spear.
"-n you would... set parameter for 'touch target'. Unto earth magic, master!" SCP-029 said jovially. As much as I hated her previous incarnation, and as much as I disliked her current incarnation for getting me on… actually never mind that thought. I was already on the foundation's shit list. Its not like mind-controling one unimportant SCP would make me go even further on it.
Perhaps my dislike was un-founded? Un-foundationed? *BADISHK*
Hm… perhaps she could be useful? She did seem to have a very good understanding of my magic, I could use her to study it for me and have her transmit the results to me somehow. She could use mind magic to do so… although I would not like it if she used mind magic on me.
But overall, she seems… useful? Having another person under my command, with my same—albiet weaker somehow—powers, could save my life and that of any other allies, friends, family, lovers and more along the way.
SCP-029 stopped doing magic after a while. With nothing else on my mind, I watched and learned a few things. A few very interesting things were that I could apparently set different parameters for components if I made it into more 'advanced shapes', aka 3d. Such as when creating earth, I could extend the square to be a cube to choose the earth's shape. Rather than it appearing out as a clump. And, for a unique example, it could control the path lightning would shoot. Instead of having to put [Conduct To Target].
And for triangles, it was more broad, and could potentially be more specific if the components mashed together. It pretty much worked just like Cubes but you could change it all at once. [Create Wall] [Enhance Wall], in that scenario you could choose the material of the wall and if only a certain part of the wall got enhanced. As it was 3d afterall, not just stretched a little bigger.
It wasn't something that couldn't be accomplished in an extra component or two, but it did save much needed time while in high intensity situations. And, if I ever created something like a grimoire, it would be useful then. As it could save the presumably magic paper.
With her showcase of my powers over, that I could not refuse to do under the fact I was already in hot water wity the foundation, it was time for the last question the foundation had ordered me to ask.
'Why did all the black on your body go away?'
Ignoring how racial that sounded, this was a question I was interested in. Was it part of 'Goddes Kali''s power? Or was it her own.
"Is there any other powers, or quirks that you posses?" I asked. Wondering if the black marks were something Kail-
I paused.
Goddess Kail? Ka-
Ah! There it was again.
SCP-029 intrupted my chain of thought, speaking with regret evident in her voice. "I'm sorry master, but I do not posses any other abilities that may be of use to you." After finishing her sentence she bowed. And then sat back in her chair, waiting for my next question that she would undoubtedly answer fervently.
Now would be the time for when the foundation would radio me more questions to ask, and further disrupt what I was thinking of before. But, to begin with, should I be poking at Ka-
'Fuck'.
It happened an instant later, SCP-029's face contorted in what appeared to be pain and shock, a black spot manifesting on her face and an arm made of purple destruction energy shot out. Akin to Hakai from Dragon Ball.
As the arm moved closer to me, I knew there would be no spell casting or dodging it. It was far too fast and close to me for any of that.
Moments before the arm collided with my face, I realized something I had been neglecting all this time. And it wasn't just me lacking passive enhancements, and active ones. It was my pure, unfocused mental energy.
The me of this universe had created focus shapes to be able to do more things than spew out raw energy at things abd destroy them with his mind. Although I didn't know why he didn't just think himself a psychic, I wouldn't complain now.
My mental force spewed out of my face, leaving directly from my brain to clash with the destruction hand of Kali.
The room shook from the clash of my all mental energy, albiet only at around 80% capacity, and the energy arm of Kali. The table under the clash being broken in twane and the dazed body of SCP-029 being flown backwards, crashing into the concrete wall behind her with a loud thud.
And—in the next moment—I wasn't there anymore.
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"I never assumed someone would be daring enough to meet a god in their own realm without permission."
A loud voice of a woman said, anger filling their tone.
"And especially one who had done so much against said god."
The voice then laughed, anger, rage, and sorrow filling it.
"But then again, what am I supposed to do? Chained up like this."
Looking around me confusedly, I realized I was laying in a pool of sewer water. Getting up from said sewer water hastily, I looked around. Finding that the place looked oddly similar to that of Naruto's inner realm.
The only difference being that instead of a gigantic demon fox behind bars, it was instead a large, but not humongous—maybe 8-12 feet tall (3ish meters to 4ish meters)—blue skinned woman with four arms. And she was stuck to the wall because of chains wrapping tightly around each of her eight limbs, a collar also around her neck.
Long black hair flowing down her back and reaching the floor. She was in the position you see in anatomy books, wearing what was akin to nothing but a long bead necklace that went all the way down to her feet and a skirt.
[IMAGE]
"Hello, mora- *COUGH COUGH*." In the midst of her supposed to be intimidating speech, the Goddess Kali began to hack her lungs out.
"Hello… Merlin Asmodeus." The Goddess Kali began to speak in a normal tone. Her previous godly presence nowhere to be found. Not that she had much of it to begin with, chained to the wall like that.
"Uhm… hello… Goddess? Kali?" I responded smoothly. The uncertainty in my tone obviously pissing her off. But, after taking a deep breath she spoke to me.
"You have ruined my chances of escape by destroying my handcrafted doll." She said, in her best attempt at maintaining calm.
"Well… maybe your doll shouldn't be trying to strangle people? Weren't you supposed to be a Goddess that destroys evil and protects the innocent?" I said, using my knowledge of her Wikipedia page which I had decided to study for obvious reasons.
"Do not speak of me as of you know me," she replied. A cool edge on her voice, speaking of the indignation and perhaps even sorrow within it.
"Then do tell me, so I may know you." Was it wise to be rude to a Goddess, even if chained against a wall in a sewage water room? Probably not.
Kali moved her gigantic head to look down upon me, from high up on the wall in which she was chained to. "And why would I do that? To someone who has essentially trapped me here?"
I closed my eyes, imagining all of the pieces that had led me here. First, SCP-029 and her strangling business that was apparently for the purpose of freeing Kali. Secondly, I had taken away that method of freedom from her. And finally, she was trapped in this shit hole, not even powerful enough to kill me with her attack.
I clenched my eyes deeper in thought, that wasn't all the dots.
What had led me to SCP-029's room in the first place was the fact that I was a researcher, and I was a researcher because I had bluffed my way into making the foundation think I had the Scarlet King, a humongous backer, behind me.
I opened my eyes, a dangerous glint in then now.
"Because, I could help free you."