Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4111

Chapter 4111: No Master (Part 2)

"Son of a bitch!" Uragar said. "Does he think this is a game?"

"This is a game, waste of ink." The Black Throne replied. "You are not here for a business deal, but for my amusement. Congratulations on reaching the third stage. You’ve realized my trick and earned the right to meet me."

"Third stage?" Jorl echoed.

"Yes. The first one was being brave enough to enter. The second was being smart enough to realize you were being played." The voice said. "You got lucky. You were starting to look as dumb as fish in a tank, and you were just as boring."

"What if we failed? Would we have spent the rest of our lives trapped here?" Akhton asked.

"Nothing so fancy. As I said, that wasn’t funny anymore, and Mogar gets bitchy when I steal her mana geysers." The Black Throne mocked them with a cruel laughter. "The moment Mogar kicked me out, I would have killed you.

"This is a time trial, runt, and the clock is still ticking."

’I don’t know how long we still have, but when this crazy bastard comes at us, he’ll find me ready.’ Jorl infused himself with a bit of Life Maelstrom, preparing to fight for his life.

"Welcome to your third test." The Black Throne ignored the threat of the silver lightning. "Present your cause to me and convince me that you are worthy of my time!"

When Jorl opened the door to the real third floor, he found himself in a large circular room 30 meters (100’) across. Magic crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, lighting the room as bright as day and filling it with the power of all elements.

The orrery turned out to be just the east wall, while a colossal map of Mogar covered the west wall. Even in their inactive state, the maps depicted mana currents and secrets that Jorl hadn’t so much as suspected existed until that moment.

Both maps were also covered in notes that described in detail what lay on the ground and among the stars. On the opposite side of the entrance, a large glass window offered a panoramic view of the valley.

Right in the middle of the room, there was a musty black throne of ancient design and a tall mirror with a silver frame.

’He explored Mogar and even went to outer space, so that must be some kind of surveillance mirror.’ Jorl didn’t dare take a single step forward. ’What’s the throne for?

’Why is the very thing that gives the first tower its name of such poor quality?’

Every single stone block of the Black Throne, every single piece of furniture and tapestry was a masterpiece that reflected the hand of the artisan. The black, grimy chair, instead, was a badly carved, twisted piece of charred wood.

Even from the entrance, the burnt smell reached Jorl’s nostrils, and his beak curled up in disgust.

"Tick-tock, little finch." The voice said as the mana in the room thickened and grew so heavy that it forced the Divine Beasts to bow. "Time stops for no one."

Jorl pumped more Life Maelstrom into his body and walked briskly towards the throne. He extended a tendril of Spirit Magic to speed things up, but he didn’t know if an artifact could form mind links or how it would react.

An emerald tendril of energy emerged from the floor, establishing contact. Jorl showed everything since the moment Tyris had banished him from the Kingdom. It started with Sylpha humiliating him and finished with his plans for the future.

"Interesting. Very interesting. Entertaining, I’d say." The Black Thone mulled over the information. "What’s your offer, little finch?"

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