I'm not sure," Georg paused, uncertainty in his voice. "But his magic is about to blow. I suggest we all take a step back."
Jake hated this guy so much right now, he thought to himself in pain bitterly before everything went white, and he exploded...
The explosion was powerful, sending shockwaves through the deserted park. Debris scattered in all directions as the force of the blast rocked the surroundings.
Cao Cao, Jeanne, Georg, and Heracles were forced to shield themselves with magic from the intense burst of energy.
When the blast finally subsided, the four members of the hero faction were shocked to see a crater 10 meters wide that had formed... and Jake was nowhere to be seen.
It was the worst possible outcome for them.
Cao Cao scowled. "Damn it!" he yelled out. All of his plans had literally gone up in magical smoke. They needed Solomon's bloodline, even if it meant having a filthy half-devil tagalong.
"Is... is he dead?" Jeanne whispered, horrified that Jake had just gone boom.
Heracles burst out laughing. "Hell yeah, he's dead. Look at the size of that crater." He wasn't too worked up over a half-devil's death.
He was a little upset that Cao Cao's plans were pretty much ruined at this point, though. Now they'd have to do things the hard way.
Georg's glasses were reflecting the light in a way that made it impossible to see his eyes, but a slight frown could be made out on his face. "I'm not so sure he's actually dead,"
he spoke out. The other three heroes perked up at this. "I mean, it did look like he absorbed some of my sacred gear's power. He might have survived..."
Cao Cao looked thoughtful at that. Heracles just chuckled, "Oh, please. Since when has your sacred gear ever caused any explosions? Let's just write the kid off and go back to our original plan."
Cao Cao sighed in angry defeat. "I suppose that's all we can do at this point. Ophis won't be happy as we've faced a major setback, but everything will work out for us in the end.
For we are the hero faction who will cleanse this world of all its non-human abominations!"
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Jake Smith, now Gremory, slowly opened his eyes, squinting against the bright light that flooded the room. Blinking rapidly, he tried to gather his thoughts and make sense of his surroundings.
As his vision adjusted, he realized he was lying on a white bed in a place he had never seen before. The room had a slightly medieval feel to it, with stone walls and tall, narrow windows.
Confusion swept over him as he wondered how he had ended up here.
Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Jake noticed a middle-aged woman with a stern expression bustling around the room, tending to a few other patients.
She wore a crisp white uniform and a pointed hat, which reminded him of the witches he had seen in cartoons.
"Excuse me," Jake called out, his voice still groggy from his recent unconsciousness. "Where am I? What happened?"
The woman turned to face him, her eyes scanning him with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Ah, you're awake," she said in a brisk tone. "You're at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I am Madam Pomfrey, the school's mediwitch. Hagrid found you in the Forbidden Forest. You were suffering from severe magical exhaustion young man."
"Hogwarts?" Jake repeated, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What's Hogwarts? And the Forbidden Forest? I don't understand. I've never heard of that."
Madam Pomfrey paused for a moment, studying Jake intently. "You mean to say you have no knowledge of the magical world at all?" she asked, her voice tinged with surprise.
Jake shook his head. "No, I've never even heard of magic before today." He chose his next words carefully." I... I had a… magical accident I guess, and I guess something went wrong."
A small smile played at the corner of Madam Pomfrey's lips. "Magic can be a tricky business, especially for those who are new to it. Strange you've never known about magic before today though,
but who am I to say what goes on for magical education across the pond. Judging by your accent I'd wager you're from America?" She asked. Jake nodded.
"Well either way I'd suggest you talk to the Headmaster. Maybe he can see about getting you some form of a magical education. He's out of the castle on errands right now, but he'll be back later. Why don't you rest for now," she said.
Jake nodded and laid back in his infirmary bed as Madam Pompfrey went to check on another patient. As he lay there, he contemplated the random day he'd had so far.
His completely ordinary and mundane Sunday ended up changing his life forever. He was apparently not only part devil, but also a descendant of King Soloman.
Also he had magical powers, which was pretty cool! Maybe he could be a superhero back home? Jake inwardly laughed at that thought.
But how did he end up in England of all places? Did he teleport? Did he even know how to teleport? He literally just found out about magic today, or was it yesterday?
He didn't really know how long he'd been knocked out. As he was pondering that Madam Pompfrey came back around towards him. "Excuse me Madam, is there a newspaper for today I could read."
"Sure thing honey." With a flick of her wand a newspaper from across the room levitated all the way over to her. She handed it to him. Jake paused for a second just staring in awe at that trivial display of real life magic.
Not wanting to seem anymore like non-magically educated bumpkin, he shook his head and snapped himself out of it.
Thank you." Jacob took the newspaper and checked the date to see how long he'd been knocked out. "Let's see today is Oc-October 30th 1994!?" He was shocked at that!
The month and day were seemingly correct, but the date was literally decades in the past! Did he time travel!? Did he die and Isekai!? What the hell was going on!?