Dark Magus Returns

When using Dark magic to enchant items, it would allow the item to be enchanted one to two levels above the original enchantment that had been used. It was what made Dark magic so great, but it was a gamble, and perhaps that gamble was what made the nature of the magic relatively addicting as well.

The gamble was what type of curse would be placed on the item itself. The types of curses ranged as well. It wasn't always something that would affect the body but could be conditions like the one that had been placed on the gauntlets.

One item to use could take away one's ability to talk; perhaps an incredibly strong item would take away a sense every time you used it. The sealed curse was also quite the ordeal that the one Simyon had to go through in order to get his item. No one could predict what type of curses would be placed on the item.

Raze proceeded to tell Dame about the effects; he informed him about the good news first, telling him what it could do, and he was filled with excitement.

"This is perfect, I've never heard of weapons doing such a thing before. This is almost like a sacred item!" Dame said, eager to put the gauntlets on and try them straight away.

Due to the effects the item gave, he knew that it wouldn't just be something that would be useful for him now, but also in the future as he grew stronger as a Pagna warrior. Surely, the stronger Qi he had inside him, the stronger blasts he could produce and many more of them as well. It was best that he didn't tell anyone about these skills; otherwise, nearly everyone, even his own clan, would attempt to get their hands on them.

"Wait!" Raze said, his hand held out over the items, stopping Dame from touching them. "You remember what I said before, about there being a great cost."

Dame paused for a second. 'Is he saying that he's going to charge me more? I already gave him what he asked for, but I guess what I have received in return is something more than I imagined, so it's only fair that I give him more.'

"Just tell me what you want," Dame said, he just wanted to put the gauntlets on now.

"If you wear these gauntlets, they will curse you," Raze explained. "The curse... although you will obtain the powers I told you about before, it states if you ever perform sexual activities again, all of the powers you gained will be lost."

Dame stopped dead in his tracks at that moment; the bottom of his jaw was left hanging wide open. Suddenly, the treasured item that was in front of him didn't seem to be so treasured anymore.

"Were you sent by my father or something?" Dame eventually asked.

"Pardon?" Raze said, confused.

"Clearly, he wasn't sent by your father," Fixteen commented. "But I can see why you would think that. You see, Dark Magus, this man here is well known as an incredible playboy because of this. His father, no, his whole family tends to not look at him in the best light. 

"There have been many that have tried to correct his ways in the past, but they eventually gave up. So forgive him for speaking his mind."

Now that he had heard Fixteen say these words, he knew how ridiculous it was to think such a thing. He was sure Fixteen was there to say such words in case he was to offend him.

"Forgive me," Dame said, bowing down. "But is what you said true? I mean, how can it be, how could an item even know if I was to perform sexual activities or not? And does it count for a kiss, a hug, and like, a little bit of golden sh-"

"Erm!" Fixteen cleared his throat rather loudly to stop Dame from saying any more. It was clear he was still in a shocked state.

"I'm serious," Raze answered. "I wouldn't lie about such a thing, and although you are free to test it out, if you activate the curse, then the weapon will never work the same way again. Even if I were to do the same enchantment, the effects might be lesser than this one."

Dame was battling inside, his desire to win this battle or his desire to be free to do as he wished and please himself.

"I guess, the worst case is I will just have to control myself until after the battle with Beatrix."

Dame walked past and picked up the gauntlets; with determination, he placed them on both of his hands, and he could feel a state of zen coming over him.

"I hear those from the Light faction do this quite frequently, so if they can do this, then so can I," Dame said.

Fixteen, looking at this brave sight, was just shaking his head. 'Can that foolish man really not control himself for just a couple of days? He is acting like he has become some type of ancient monk.'

Dame and Fixteen had left to purchase the supplies that were needed to ask for the pills and soon had returned to the Dark Magus. The first thing Raze had done was take a mana potion, as the enchantment had taken quite a lot out of him.

After that, Dame stated he couldn't stay long. He wanted to practice out his new weapon and its uses so he could use it well against Beatrix. He would then be back for the pills tomorrow, where he would meet with his small army of men to take on Beatrix.

When they had returned, Raze got to work making enchantment after enchantment. He had only been given 55 power stones. So he had decided to make 50 pills for the 50 men that were meant to be going to battle along with Dame. The other five would be used for potions for himself, to restore his mana to make enchantments. He made a mix of different pills but mainly stuck to the Cursed uncommon Mana potions.

When finally done, Raze almost collapsed on his bed, lying down.

"Finally, I'm done!" Raze said. "I'm exhausted, and even my head is starting to have quite the mental toll on it. What came as a surprise is, this body can consume more mana potions than I thought without suffering from mana sickness. I wonder if my body continues to grow, and I reach higher stages, it will be less of a problem for me."

With all the pills, Raze had placed them in a bottle all together and then placed the bottle in his robe. It was much easier to carry the Qi pills compared to potion bottles.

"It's a shame that enchanting doesn't increase attribute points, no matter how many times it's done. This is as laborious as factory work."

Putting the pills to the side, Raze had decided to get some shut-eye. When the next day arrived, he was fully restored. Dame had said that he would most likely come in the evening to give Raze time to make the pills, unaware that he would be done fairly quickly.

"Since I'm doing the same enchantment over and over, there's no need to change the magic circle," Raze thought. "I guess I have time to learn the gifts Dame gave me. I can't just get rich and have influence; I need to have power as well."

That same day, training in one of the many caves in the Neverfall clan. Dame had the gauntlets on. The whole cave had grown in size, nearly double what it was before, and it was all because of the new weapons that were on his hands.

"That Dark Magus, at first I thought with him, I could change the world, but I think he might have the power to change this world on his own," Dame said out loud.

"I guess that means you like the weapons," Fixteen said. "The Dark Magus seems to be a good person."

"You think?" Dame replied. "The look in his eyes at times, I don't think he is exactly a good person. I mean did you forget he blasted that man's head?"

Fixteen's cheeks went a little red.

"He is a person that cares for himself first, just like most Pagna warriors. Which I don't think is a bad thing, but think about it. If he's willing to give away weapons as powerful as this, then what weapons does he have that he isn't willing to give away? Whatever we do, we should probably never get on his bad side."

"But doesn't the Crimson Cane want him? Are you willing to go up against Alba?" Fixteen asked.

At that moment, Dame felt defeated; he had no chance to go up against her and their clan, at least not with his own power.

"Well, we will just have to see how long we can keep those two apart for."