Jessica Jackson
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Expanding throughout the neighborhood, the mind-altering magecraft flushed through with a vibrant glow of pinkish-purple, freezing and ensnaring civilians within its scope. 'Let's just chalk this up to a disaster from the police. This could help me in the future, should they stand in my way,' he thought. After implanting false memories into the minds of those within his neighborhood, he finally returned to his house, sitting back down at the table and finishing his sandwich. It was a rewarding meal…
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Finding that route of information gathering to be a failure, he turned his attention back to the battle as rage still burned in his blood, looking towards the array of bullets frozen in time along with their firers. He allowed time to resume just as he conjured another spell from his Creator's Grimoire, once more finding the sound of gunfire filling his ears. Manifesting around him was a whirlwind of shadowy winds, sweeping outwards and repelling the bullet that were shot in his direction before the…
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Bullets came through the windows, sailing towards him from multiple directions as he was drawn away from his discovery, being pelted by the irritating lead. Through the usage of he located the precise positions of the agents nearest to him, dashing over with his inhuman speed as he appeared right in front of a unit, taking the three soldiers by surprise. He held his hand forward, invoking a lethal spell: It was a manipulation of gravitational forces, pulling the three soldiers into one small point…
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"Gah!" He let out, sitting up. The entire time, he had to contain his inner geek from exploding into pure 'fanboy' from letting out in front of them, having to make sure he held the image of a well-adjusted warrior in his own right. Now that he was alone, his cheeks were burning hot and a smile on his lips couldn't be dissuaded. At times like this, he realized just what sort of blessings he had, filling him with adrenaline and utmost excitement as he clenched his fists, wanting to do…
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After an unknown amount of time of dreamless unconsciousness, he slowly opened his eyes to a comfortable, squishy sensation beneath his head and a warm on his forehead. "…Ngh…" Noah groaned. Parting his eyelids slowly as his vision was blurry, he could vaguely make out a slender, pink-haired figure looking down at him. "Aki…?" The magical girl had a gentle smile of relief at his awakening, stroking his forehead, "You're awake! I was worried…You're my master after all, aren't you?" As he sat…
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"Sung Hyeon," Noah said, calling his name. The fictional character given life looked around, "What's going on here?" "I've created you and given you life. I need you to be my 'sword' from here on out. That is an order," Noah said. Through the fact he was the summoner and creator of the figure, he possessed unequivocal control over Sung Hyeon, giving him no choice but to comply. Still, there was something frightening about the one he'd summoned. 'No wonder I felt sick summoning…
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A vast quantity of mana exuded around him in the form of cosmic air, swirling azure energy from his position as the magecraft forged something yet unseen before an intricate seal etched itself on the back of his closet. The entirety of his home rumbled, quaking beneath the output of energy like anything else as the shine of esoteric magecraft gleamed against the walls of his room, shining through his window briefly. "Ngh…" For the first time, he felt his muscles ache from a departure of mana,…
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As he lifted his uniform shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he intentionally revealed his glistening abs to the girls watching from the sidelines. Miguel was second to finish, coming in over an entire minute behind Noah, panting and sweating bullets as he dropped onto the grass to catch his breath. "What the hell, dude?...Didn't realize you were on 'roids," Miguel exhaled. He laughed, "I just do a bit of cardio before going to bed each night." After his world-record beating display, he was…
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"Alright! I'll be timing your scores! Keep in mind, if your score is low enough, you'll have to retake P.E. next year!" The P.E. teacher said, Mr. Simmons, a middle-aged man with a bit too much muscle for a simple job. They were out on the track, which was a trail of chalky dirt carved from the luscious, green fields of the school that neighbored the baseball field, which was currently being used for another class. A collective groan left the mouths of the sophomores, though Noah was excited at the…
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There was a different look in the young man's eyes; the bored, 'high-and-mighty' stare as gone as a fiery glow was embedded in his gray irises. Being pressed as so, a will of fire was born even in the darkness of the villain's soul. "I finally have a life I can appreciate…I'm not letting you take it away!" Noah gritted his teeth. Victor looked at him, struggling to match his amplified strength, "You mean a fabricated life born on illusions? Do you really believe altering people's memories creates…
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