The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 182 - 10 Illusion Afterimage
Chapter 182: Chapter 10: Illusion Afterimage
Chapter 182 -10: Illusion Afterimage
Lazily lying in a hammock woven from vines, the Green Maple Tree truly deserves its reputation as a sacred tree with wind power, although this is just a myth originating from ancient legends. However, one thing Komer was certain about was that these trees did indeed carry a breeze with them. The coolness provided by several rows of lush and tall trees was enough to make one believe in the benefits of being a Mage.
With just an insignificant use of wind magic, he could spend the entire day lying in the soft hammock, drowsily casting aside all trivial matters.
At times when he was alert, he would enter a Meditative State to delve into the mysteries of magic. When tired, he would simply curl up and sink into a deep sleep. He hadn’t enjoyed such a comfortable life in a long time, and it seemed that he hadn’t felt the need to consciously relax and entertain his spirit for a while either.
Not only did Komer notice the change in himself, but it was also more evident in the eyes of his two old friends.
As to when this situation had started, Komer could no longer trace it back, but one thing was certain. After experiencing many nightmares merging together, the calm aspect of his personality seemed to have deepened, while the unrestrained side that belonged to him had gradually become restrained.
Puber and Ilot didn’t like this change, thinking that such a life was too dull, and Komer himself didn’t like it either, because it wasn’t his true nature.
It wasn’t easy to wash away the stodgy and ponderous elements that didn’t belong in one’s character. It was like trying to correct a certain flaw in one’s inherent nature. Komer could only rely on Meditation, deliberately entering a Meditative State to correct the psychological tendencies he wanted to abandon.
As wishes align with efforts, Komer’s hard work finally paid off. A week of continuous Meditation helped Komer gradually regain his old self. Even the Half-beastman Guards could feel that their master’s personality had changed a lot. The rare smiles on their master’s face began to appear more frequently.
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After a week of immersion, Komer finally understood why many people deemed Dark Magic as a crooked path; an important reason behind their disdain.
The vast and profound principles of Dark Magic led many to immerse themselves in it for their entire lives. Although this pursuit of Magic could certainly accelerate one’s progress in magical cultivation, lacking communication with the outside world and self-reflection and control over human nature made some individuals susceptible to extremism. Should there be any particular outside provocation, they could easily embark on a path against the natural order and become rejected by conventional society.
In other words, those who cultivate Dark Magic not only need to have a broad mindset but also a habit of regular self-reflection. But how many can truly do that?
Komer couldn’t concern himself with others too much, but now, he could indeed feel that he was different from the person he had been some time ago.
A month ago, he might have been calmer, more rational, and mature, but he always lacked a passion for life. It was as if everything around him had little to do with him. Whether it was success or failure, he was merely a passerby in history, walking a predetermined path step by step. Even in the most intense battles or negotiations, he could still maintain a detached demeanor.
This may seem like a fine quality required of a Lord at first glance, but as Ilot would say, what’s the point of living a thousand years in such a mundane, ascetic life?
If one cannot indulge in their aspirations, enjoy a joyful life, or do what they like and want to do, then what meaning does this world hold for them?
Is one’s whole life meant to be lived for others?
The vulgar yet practical words of Ilot, after a week of spiritual cleansing, resonated infinitely within Komer’s heart. Like water about to boil being brought to a full bubble by the last handful of kindling, Komer spent several days in a trance-like daze. Once such sentiments were uncovered, they could not be concealed again, and a rejuvenated Komer finally returned.
Having reverted to his original self, Komer gave himself a week off right away. The Green Maple Forest became his vacation spot. The vines, sourced and harvested from the depths of the forest, have always been a primary weaving material for the artisans among the Caucasus Natives. Various vine-woven chairs and beds are quite popular in upper and middle-class households in the Homer region.
Komer simply had someone weave a hammock-like net based on his own design, and hung it directly in the Green Maple Forest. With a gentle breeze and the forest’s murmuring, this paradise-like indulgence became a regular part of Komer’s vacation.
But beautiful life is often short-lived. Whenever a voice as hoarse as a drake’s rang through the Green Maple Forest, it signaled the end of Komer’s blissful life.
Puber, who had long envied Komer’s self-granted vacations, was never one to let Komer enjoy a quiet holiday. In his view, it should be he who deserved the break. His already lean body seemed to become even more withered in the Caucasus, leading Puber to lament his fate of exploitation by a confidant, while also demanding compensation from Komer, threatening a strike otherwise.
