Hellish Magic

Entering the training area, he takes out the sceptre glancing it over

(prepare for stupid broken)

[Sceptre of eye]

[description: an odd Blunt Weapon filled with an insanity that afflicts those smacked by it. The sceptre is covered with insanity and magic circles as well as odd cracks running up the handle.

[Grade: Prismatic]

[Special Ability: Devil Forging. Gifting the user the ability to create devils from Entities]

[Talent 1: Cascade. The weapon every hit sends a wave through the victim, disrupting magic circuits and pathways, causing a collapse in magic casting temporarily.]

[Talent 2: grave fallen. The weapon is imbued with the Occult indefinitely spreading through the host. It applies an enhancement buff to the host.]

[Talent 3: metallic. The weapon takes on a metallic glint.]

[Talent 4: resonating. An effect applied to all occult weapons, it resonates with madness and insanity, drawing power from it.]

[Talent 5: Breakdown. The weapons, every hit, tenderize the component hit no matter its compound type.]

[Talent 6: Consumption mark. The weapon hits apply a life stealing effect with every hit. The drained life is converted into vitality for the user.]

[Talent 7: infective. The weapons every hit Seeps soul burning poison into the target.]

[supreme talent 1: Occult binding hive. The weapon houses a hivemind connection, allowing for unlimited summons]

[Innate magic 1: Occult manifestation The weapon provides the Catalyst to manifest the insanity into the physical realm, all attacks imbued with spiritual damage when used.]

[Innate magic 2: Occult Grimoire. Allowing the user to manifest the Grimoire of the Occult magic archives, letting them see spells used by previous Occultist to no limit]

He blinks. "This is my bound weapon isn't that something" his eye manifest the Magic circle moving down his arm it links to the weapon.

An explosive aura burst from the weapon. The aura moves like tendrils, draining the vitality out of the surroundings. The grave fallen aura envelops him grinning. He bolts to the target instantly.

Smashing his sceptre's head against it. The target blows up completely. Destroy the ground beside it. "So nobody going to beat me in melee combat, that for sure."

"however, the stronger zombies and T5s might deal damage," he summons the Grimoire. A dark crimson book spine appears connected to a deep black cover.

with a slight fleshy feel, the front cover is sealed by a Sigil lock, A 5 pointed star on the edge of the front cover.

Eyes erupt from the back as a dark blood aura emits from it. The book opens, speeding through the skin like pages.

An innate fire emits from the book, writing out everything within the Grimoire. Holding it, the covers have a scale like feel to them as he glance at it. "It's about 7 cm thick"

"I see why it imbued with floating and automatically category magic" He lets it go, the book floating in the air. He glances through it "consumption."

The pages turn, erasing a chapter before rewriting it. showing consumption. "it's the act of consuming the life or vitality of a victim" he reads through it.

"so I can deploy a sigil of consumption on the ground," Akiyama shots his hand out. 2 triangles manifest interlocked like an hour class as tendrils sprawl out from the connection point.

attaching to the outer magic circle, the runes glow, absorbing the life of everything it touches except the host.

"Their several ways it can be improved, but that would make it a variant spell." He slides his hand across the air; the sigil dispersing. "I think I'll stick to bashing my enemies. "

"affliction" it scrawls through the pages, erasing pieces before rewriting them again. "so it rewrites every time I ask for a specific category. Guess it goes back after I return it."

he glance through it "bloody fever" glance through it "blood poisoning".

"bloody pox" he looks at the terrifying representation. "It can even afflict zombies "arcane nightmare'.

He glances through it. "It disrupts the magic pathways and slowly destroys them, painfully eliminating them rapidly. "

"glass body. It curses the enemy to weaken the enemy to a fragile state similar to glass."

"flesh hardening it replaces the muscle with bone slowly disabling the afflicted's movement twisting circle" he read through it, disgust slowly showing on his face.

"it twists the circulatory system to a deathly pattern, making blood unable to pass through"

"summons" the book rewrites itself completely". he glance through "Hellhound" "flesh golem".

"Bloodrifter" he reads through it "ah I see it a spirit type that invulnerable to physical attacks"

"that uses the enemy's blood as its weapon. It regularly summons limit is 2"

"Verdicator" he reads through it "A hardened Fleshy monster produces bone around its muscle body as armour it immune to most physical stabs."

Nodding, he glances at the more specific summons. "Arch devil after devil"

"demon types and variants" he glance through them all "so that's the Occult, its demonic and eldritch"

He smiles. "perfect" red eyes gleam behind him. The 5 dogs he previously summoned trudging out. He looks at them. "the hellhounds are what I summoned originally"

He smiles. "come" the dogs get closer. He pets their heads and behind their ears. "now attack" the target is marked instantly the Dog's head whips towards it.

entering a pack combination, they stalk around it before assaulting it.

They tear the dummy apart. the mark disappearing. "so my eye comes with the ability to mark targets for my pets"

He glances at it. "The supreme trait seems rather useful now," he grins. Imagining the army of demons, eldritch and undead, he can summon. "Cabalist is awesome"

Nodding before stopping. "I'll need a hefty source of mana for that kind of action." He nods, yawning he glance at the time it being around 9 am. He teleports to his study. Forgetting to try his wheel.

Glancing at the paperwork, he sees it being a fairly small stack sitting down at the glance at the first 1

"an industry suggestion of metalsmithing," he nods, "makes sense this 1 focus on melee and armour" "

"I'll have to buy some specific materials to block bullets and such."

"seems bubble shield tech is an order" he nods, checkmarking it. "though right now there shouldn't be many people with heavy firearms."

"but assault rifles and such are a little different from their light have decent ammo and a good fire rate."

Picking up the second page, he glances over it. Another page. "vehicle industry".

"this seems like a player suggestion since natives don't know vehicles beyond carriages" he applies a restriction of being purely electric vehicles.

"we don't have near the resources to provide diesel and gasoline based even if I can multiply it.

"I have to be physically there to do that," sliding it over with the metalsmithing. He picks up the next sheet. "events organization," he sighs again.

"why bring this to me if you want an event? Make it, so I can see the results first." Writing that as a response, he slides it over. Glancing over at the others.

"gaming of course, television yep Services phones" his eye twitches. "luxury furniture luxury vehicles Luxury medical," his eye twitches again.

"they're all fucking capitalistic ideals, not even survivalist. What the hell Luxury medical going to do for my survivalist philosophy? "

He sighs, crosses it over. He slides it over. "all that would do is get the future generations in deep water from a company exploiting their industry control"

"especially if the palace at a later date becomes dependent on it" "

He closes his eyes, rubbing his temple. "My philosophy makes so much more sense. No need to give power to idiots wanting to keep their ideal lifestyle".

"1 never invest is things pointless for the empire's survival unless a requirement for survival."

"they can make their own fucking empire if they want capitalism"