Twin Reincarnation: Epics Of The Worldline-Chapter 302 Art on reality

[El’s POV: ]

The illusion magic cast here, the one with the highest rank a mortal could achieve, is intricate and very complex since it is practically a picture that one materializes through magic on the very fabric of this world.

It is not just some simple illusion that one could create with elemental magic or something that one could just get past with some trickery.

It’s not just some magical illusion that Lucy could cut through or something I could dispel. It’s not even something that one could force break with a powerful energy attack or something that has anything like a start or an end for reverse calculation.

This was not a door so the key wasn’t going to work in it, and it was a place where not just anyone could stay for a long time to figure out its functions and structure.

The smell, the sight, and the feel of the air here on one’s skin were factors that not even Lucy could pass through. That was the reason he never came here whenever it was in this state without me.

’It’s not like this gore scene or the sensations affects him as well, but the spell itself is just so strong that even if he comes here on his own, there is nothing for him to do here. Ever.’

He doesn’t like this place, so he stays away. But he knew if we were going to enter this fortress, there would be no way I wouldn’t come here.

"I call this place Trial of Artistry, Cary."

[{ Trial...? }]

"Yup. A trial... you can see beyond the illusion, right? What do you see?"

[{ A normal-looking spring? Is there something special about that place? }]

"Not really. Not for me at least."

We found this place in one of the earliest runs, and Lucy was traumatized after being here for three days.

’He couldn’t understand what this place was or how one could dispel this strange illusion magic. He knew enough about magic to have used any methods he could think of but the result was still nothing.’

It was a puzzle for him. But, when I came here and saw this attractive scenery, this centuries-old dried blood, these human remains collected as a token of eternal imprisonment, the bones, skulls, and preserved remains...

I can tell the creator had some kind of vision behind creating this. And it wasn’t just some random things put together in a single place.

It was something more than that.

Something more important...

"What do you know about the rare {Eyes of nature} skill that few rare high elves possess?"

[{ Hmm? Where did this come from, master? }]

-Oooooooomg!

I took out my canvas of geometry, found a good place to sit down around the room, and took a seat beside a skeleton with a black piece of cloth over its head.

"I’m just asking how much you know about them. There must have been many in the older times with that skill since it’s a bloodline skill."

[{ There were, certainly. But still, even in the past, the eyes that could show the unbiased interpretation of worldly elements were a rare ability.

The long-eared tall fairy bastards considered it a special ability that the great nature had granted only to the chosen ones and that the ones who possessed this ability were destined to lead their kind in a certain region.

It lets them see how something would look if they looked at it in an unbiased manner, but it was still not something many other species appreciated. }]

"Hmmm. Looks like much has changed since then. The rare few ones born with it are still considered special by their kind and freaks by the others, just that with the changing times, the ones who now possess this ability mostly walk an artistic path."

The one who turned the people of this castle into undead by sacrificing his life, the one strongest mage of that era and the cleverest to ever live was one of the few known high elves that possessed that ability in the forgotten history of this world.

He could see things in a way others could never. And, perhaps his methods developed with that approach made him one of my favourites in this world.

’He was nothing special himself, but his art...’

What we were seeing right now was how he saw the emotion of (Unnatural death). A kind of death that no one deserved, not even the worst criminals of this world.

He recreated this place with his magic that wasn’t cast on this place, the walls of this fort, or the space it existed in.

"He drew this on the fabric of reality when a noble asked him why he was defending a slave that dared to disobey their master. His only masterpiece that still survives to this day."

To interfere with the Mana strings and mold it to one’s liking, create circles of magic, and interact with the elements of nature, that’s all a [Regular Mage] could do.

What he did though, to interfere with the existing structure of what we call reality, a fabric only the perfect witches are allowed to interfere with, was something only a [Magus] was capable of.

I couldn’t do something like that yet with just my magic. I was only an Irregular mage on the general scale of the Worldline, with the powers to affect the physical world.

To reach the Magus stage and become powerful enough to affect the fabric of reality directly, I would still need to increase our level to at least a hundred or two more times.

’Not that I have to worry about that shit.’

Every creature of this island gave a good amount of experience points and since we were taking most of it from them as party leaders, our levels were growing steadily.

We should reach a pretty good level by the time all of this is over.

"Say, Cary. Have you ever met the MARU?"

With a simple pencil and a wet paintbrush, I recreated the entire scene before me, behind me, and around me on the magical canvas.

[{ The great MARU isn’t someone that was supposed to exist, however, that person actually reached a level closer to us with their power alone.

I certainly have met them three times throughout the time I was alive, mostly during the Great War.

They were an invaluable force to the <Emissaries>. Too bad they preferred being neutral. We would have won many wars if they actively fought against the <Inheritors>. }]

"That so?"

I was done with a drowning of this place on the canvas, so I activated the canvas’ skill and the picture I just made became wavy.

-Oooooooong!

I drew everything with a pencil and water, but when the canvas’ unique skill was activated, everything inside the white space changed and became realistic.

"Haaa... I’ve always wanted to meet them."

[{ The MARU? Why do you want to meet that person, master? Is there some special reason? }]

He was suddenly curious now. It was a rare sight.

But there was a simple answer to that question, actually.

"Which mage walking the path of self-improvement doesn’t want to meet the pinnacle that stands nearest to the origin of the magic, the offspring that the Worldline created right after Beginning."

[{ Ah... I see. }]

His curiosity died because of my mild answer, but it was what it was.

’I love magic. It’s the one thing in this world that I cherish the most.’

There were Regular mages who went beyond just the basics of skills and attained the true knowledge of magic, earning the right to call themselves a true mage.

Then there are Irregular mages like me who understand the magic more than what was limited to this world.

’I’m a special case but others of this rank are only the Archmages or some grand mages who do not accept the title of an archmage.’

Then there are Magus who could affect the fabric of reality, and the Supreme Magus who could affect the flow of time and space.

Celestial mages could create or destroy worlds as they had attained the knowledge and authority of what people usually consider the one true god.

’Then there are Mage gods who stand at the pinnacle of all known magic of the Worldline, the ones who have attained a complete answer to their [Question].’

Those who don’t find the answer to their [Question] though, wander around the Worldline for eternity and gain knowledge, influence, and power and are called <<Magi>>.

They are the true highest level of magicians, magic users who have achieved everything there is to achieve.

And even beyond this highest rank exists an existence that is closest to the origin of magic, a being that one could compare to the true early Offsprings of the Worldline.

’They are a special existence that neither of us have ever met even after doing all kinds of things.’

No one knows where they are right now and in the games, there was a time when they completely vanished and no one ever saw them even during the great wars that followed after our ascension.

It was certainly strange, but I’ve never met them.

"Here. All done."

I drew a gate in the middle of this room that had materialized on my Canvas, and after releasing the activated skill, the door that I had drowned on the canvas, materialized into reality.

[{ Why did you make this gate, stupid master? }]

"So that we don’t have to destroy this illusion? You can’t even understand that much, hun dummy?"

[{ No no, I got that much but why this gate? Didn’t you say the thing behind this illusion isn’t anything special? }]

"I said there’s nothing special for me."

Getting up from that comfortable place, I walked up to the door, opened it, and stepped onto the other side of this pretty illusion.

"But a place like this is something my bastard loves dearly."

The fortress belonged to the people of the forgotten civilization, people who lived in peace thanks to the conqueror.

There were many pretty and attractive places in that fortress during that time.

[{ Wow... }]

"Surprised? Haha, dummy dragon."

If we compare the illusion painted on reality with hell... this place before us was the garden of heavens.

"There aren’t any places like this on this planet anymore."

It was one of a kind, a piece of heaven on the undeserving earth.