NOVEL NEXT 32. Surprises
Sabnock, a Great Marquis of the Underworld, ranked 13th among the 72 devil pillars, with 50 legions of demons under his command. He was well known for building towers, castles, and cities and furnishing them with firearms and ammunition.
The Sabnock clan stood as masters of blacksmithing, weaving their legacy through the tapestry of the underworld. Their bloodline's unique prowess granted them dominion over alchemy, weaponry, and armor. The enchanting weapons forged by their skilled hands were unrivaled, and renowned across the entire underworld.
Many infamous demonic or magical armaments bore the mark of the Sabnock clan, each a testament to their extraordinary craftsmanship. Acquiring a single weapon from their forge could bestow a monumental surge in one's power, though such treasures were of astronomical value, beyond the reach of all but the wealthiest. They had a monopoly over all weapons, making their territories filled with blacksmiths and different craftsmen.
Their mastery extended beyond weaponry; the Sabnock clan achieved acclaim in alchemical arts, concocting rare elixirs and delving into the realms of magic engineering and golemancy. Their wealth rivaled that of the esteemed Phenex clan, marking them as one of the wealthiest in the devil faction.
As the preeminent weapon smiths among the devil race, the Sabnock clan played a pivotal role in the devil civil war as military generals alongside Satan Asmodeus, with their invulnerable fortresses, prompting the unification of rival factions to eradicate their formidable influence. Through a series of ruthless assassinations and daring suicide attacks, the Sabnock bloodline was seemingly extinguished, believed to be eradicated from existence... or so everyone thought.
Kouske's Perspective
It's been a few days since then, and a lot has unfolded. I revealed my half-devil identity to Lavinia, and Asagi's family discovered the truth as well. Skillfully dodging their questions became a necessity.
However, the most surprising turn of events was inheriting the Sabnock Clan Head's magic circle. These devil magic circles boast incredible functions, and the Clan Head's circle automatically passes down due to its awareness of bloodline abilities and the built-in inheritance system.
To my knowledge, aside from Misteeta Sabnock who is Sairaorg's bishop, there are no surviving members of the Sabnock clan. The half-devil Misteeta, unfortunate in not inheriting the bloodline ability, was born with a sacred gear, facing discrimination within the devil race. Consequently, the Sabnock clan was deemed officially extinct.
Yet, I inherited the clan head's magic circle due to the bloodline ability within me. Through this magical inheritance, I gained access to the closely guarded secrets of the Sabnock clan—details known only to the clan head. From their territory and business to documents, hidden stashes, weapons, and even their most confidential information—all intricately woven into the magic circle.
Devil magic circles are categorized into three for each clan: one for the clan head, one for family members, and one for servants, all bearing the distinctive symbol of the Sabnock clan.
Notably, the efficiency of the magic circle diminishes from the clan head to family members to servants, adding an extra layer of complexity to the hierarchy of secrets within the Sabnock clan. The Clan Head's magic circle can save up to 87% of someone's mana.
Magic Circle
In the heart of the circle, an ethereal dance unfolds - a star and a delicate rectangle harmonize, their forms intertwining. Embracing them, five small circles unite in cosmic unity, connected by the sacred geometry of a radiant pentagram. Within its mystical confines, a smaller circle resonates, linking the others in a celestial ballet.
Encircling this enchanting tableau, a golden tapestry of geometric marvels unfolds, weaving a mesmerizing spell that transcends the ordinary. The Sabnock devil clan's magic circle, bathed in resplendent yellow hues, emanates an aura of arcane elegance, inviting contemplation of its intricate and otherworldly design.
Empowered by the unique abilities of the Sabnock clan, I find myself immersed in the realm of limitless creativity. Theoretically, I can forge magical and demonic weapons solely through the alchemy of imagination and knowledge, unhindered by the need for physical ingredients. Yet, this arcane craftsmanship demands a substantial reservoir of mana, its grandeur tempered by the constraints of my power level.
As I embark on the journey of forging, my skills in the ancient art of smithing become pivotal. While the Sabnock clan's ability facilitates the creation process, mastering the craft enhances my ability to manifest these mystical armaments. The blueprint for this endeavor involves establishing a smithy within the confines of my abode, a project currently unfolding with promise.
The true marvel lies in the clan's bestowed prowess—an ability not only of creation but of discernment. With a mere gaze or touch, I unravel the essence of a weapon, extracting information, and evaluating its arcane intricacies. The magic pulses within me grant glimpses into the memories embedded within these artifacts, a tapestry of skills passed down by their previous wielders. However, this formidable capability is not intrinsic to the Sabnocks; it emerged as a mutation, elevating its rank and echoing the resonance of renowned figures like Emiya.
As I tread the path of this enchanted artistry, my power level stands as both a conduit and a limitation, a reminder of the delicate balance between mastery and the boundless potential bestowed upon me by the Sabnock devil clan ability.
Another surprise was the 'Demiplane'. Even Vritra was surprised when we inspected it. A revelation beyond expectation awaited us—entering the 'Demiplane,' a cosmic creation that even Vritra, a dragon king, found astonishing upon inspection. Originating from the depths of my imagination, this separate dimension unfolded, intricately woven with the essence of the Toriko world as a testament to my expansive knowledge of that world. The Demiplane, a realm beyond realms, seemingly stretched into the unfathomable expanse of infinity.
Vritra's fascination knew no bounds as the Demiplane unveiled its wonders—a tapestry of diverse fruits and unique flora sprawled across the landscape. Towering trees stood sentinel, while colossal Water Trees birthed an endless sea, their cascading waters forming a symphony of abundance. Freshwater trees intermingled with saltwater trees, creating a harmonious balance of elements.
What sets this Demiplane apart is my omnipotent control, akin to that of a deity sculpting reality at will. The space itself became a crucible of empowerment, catapulting my prowess to an A+ rank within its confines. Here, I held dominion, capable of facing formidable adversaries, even the likes of Sirzechs Lucifer, with unparalleled might. However, a caveat loomed—this omnipotence remained confined within the dimension's boundaries, a limitation that, while significant, did not diminish the grandeur of this extraordinary creation.
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