Mana Mirror: Chapter Onne (Patreon)

This parody chapter takes place at the beginning of Mana Mirror. It is COMPLETELY non-canon.

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Malachi placed his hand on the crystal, and watched as one of the fourteen crystals lit up. Then another. Then another.

Before long, the entire array was glowing. Malachi had all fourteen mana types!

“Nice,” he said, humbly.

“Primes!” shouted the woman, her chest heaving up and down. “How…? The odds of that.”

“Eh, no worries,” Malachi said. “What’s my legacy?”

The woman heaved another breath, her chest heaving up and down, before she heaved out the words.

“Oh, no wonder. You have an F-Rank, Negative Ten Legacy. Worse than useless, it’s actually a hindrance to you.”

Malachi frowned, the power of his fourteen mana types washing over the room and crushing the woman, causing her chest to heave.

“Apologies,” she said. “I’m… I’m afraid that you will receive a .00000000000005% penalty to spellcasting as your legacy, and all you gain in return is a mana-garden with a 100000% increase to the size and regeneration.”

“Oh,” Malachi said humbly.

He could see why this was a terrible legacy. After all, most people got a 10% buff to spellcasting, mana size, or regen. He lost spellcasting.

But if he could somehow leverage the increase in size or regeneration.

He snapped his fingers. He had it! He just needed to put more mana into his spells! That would cover the lack of efficiency.

“Perhaps some poor soul will take pity on you for being so weak,” the woman said, her chest heaving. “Perhaps…”

“I hope so,” Malachi said, humbly, then left the woman behind. His leaving caused her chest to heave.

Inside the gym, he was approached by his old bully, Darren. Darren smacked his fists together.

“You little punk! I only got two types of mana! I’m gonna kill you and use your entrails to strangle your brother and your dad!”

The cop who was nearby yawned and took a sip of his coffee.

“I can accept threats to myself,” Malachi said humbly. “But nobody threatens my family.”

He drew out his mana and quickly drew it back in, blasting open each of his gates one at a time until he was a peak fourth gate mage. With the bonus to his mana garden size, that made him able to do that, because he had the bonus to his mana garden size, which increased the size of his mana garden, which meant he had the mana to do that.

The sudden explosion of power in the gym caused 100,000 people to have heart attacks and die.

That was bad. Malachi waved his hand and used a simple life and death magic spell he constructed on the fly to bring them back to life.

Darren radiated the power of a first gate mage as he punched Malachi, but Malachi just took the hit, then flattened Dareen into a paste using the pressure of his mana-garden’s massive size.

Painfully, the debuff to his spellcasting meant he had to expend .0003% more mana to do that than he should have.

“Now you need to make up for the extra mana that you stole from me,” Malachi said fairly and humbly, reaching down and ripping Darren’s mana-garden out of his soul. He crunched down the mana into a pill, and ate it, which brought him all the way to the peak of his new fourth gate power, even though he had already been at the peak, he was now a half step beyond the peak, so peaked was his power.

Suddenly, a strange man wearing a suit suddenly teleported into the room and suddenly looked at Malachi suddenly!

“You there! I am the god emperor of Mossford, and you dare defy me? With your F-Rank legacy? My SSSSSSSSSSS+ legacy allows me to cast spells with a 35% increase to efficiency, AND mana size, AND recovery!”

“Wow,” said Malachi, humbly. He had never seen an emperor before!

“Die!” the man screamed, unleashing a wave of seventh gate energy at Malachi, who pivoted out of the way.

Uh oh.

This god emperor was strong. Three full realms above him!

He would have to octuple concentrate his mana, then.

He released his mana and overcharged it, then overcharged it again, then overcharged it again, then overcharged it again, until it was so much stronger than his rank that it caused him horrible soul damage. Then he threw the ball of mana at the god emperor and ripped him apart.

The force of the power killed everyone within a 100,000,000 kilometer radius.

Uh oh, Malachi thought. Luckily, his soul damage awakened a powerful force in him, the bloodline legacy of the ancient, elder, great, terrible, ancient, all powerful, benevolent, omnipotent, spirit-shattering, maleficent, heaven breaking dragon king of the ancient days.

The bloodline power surged within him, and fixed his soul damage. It reforged his soul to the ultimate divine state, and transitioned him instantly.

“Nice,” Malachi said humbly.

He then waved his hand and condensed the mana-garden of the god emperor he’d just killed to increase his power, leaping up to ninth gate in an instant.

“Hmm,” Malachi said, humbly.

He thought there must be more, so he concentrated, and there was! He unclogged his power from its roots, and opened his 11th, 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th, and 17th gates.

“Nice,” Malachi said humbly, before waving his hand and bringing back all the people who his battle with the god emperor had killed.

The tore split asunder as the 7 divine sages all tried to kill him for his impetuousness. How could an F-rank legacy like himself dare to join the ranks of the divine magi?

Malachi’s body was torn asunder, but the power of the bloodline of the elder, terrible, ancient, all knowing, benevolent, great, omipowerful, sage-shattering, maleficent, heaven breaking dragon surged within him, and reforged himself in an instant.

“How dare you!” Malachi shouted. That had burnt .0000000000000000000001% of his total power! That kind of damage was not easy to come back from.

“How dare you!” the 8 divine sages all shouted in unison, the new one being the god emperor, who had secretly snuck away and restored himself to become one of the sages.

Malachi smirked humbly. Each of these sages was only 11th gate.

He leaped into the air as they released power at him, and turned all of his mana into a massive mirror, reflecting their attacks back and killing them all instantly. The pressure wave killed 100,000,000,000 people.

“Oh my goodness!” the woman from earlier said, her chest heaving. “Thank you for your mercy, lord.”

“No problem,” Malachi said, humbly. “It just goes to show… I really am the Mana Mirror.”