The Everlasting: Eye of the Wise: An Original English Light Novel

By Biako

The Everlasting—a title given to those who’ve reached a state closest to godhood. This honor is a dream to all novice mages and warriors.

After the Age of War ended, the majestic city of Alsa was one of the few cities that remained. In that city lies the best school of magic, Albion, an academic school that has educated the str

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vic's Lab, LLC
• Release date: May 16, 2017
• ISBN: 9781942178057

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Dedication

For Syngetsu, Nirogen, Koala, 3osfor, Wuuna, and Shan Hyuga. They are the reason I wrote this story, and are my inspiration. Also, for Vic, who made all of this possible.

Prologue

The Everlasting—a title given to those who’ve reached a state closest to godhood. Be it with sheer strength and power or love and compassion, those beings hold great influence over the realm of mankind, the underworld, and the void.

This honor is a dream to all novice mages and warriors but a fearsome and thorny goal to those more knowledgeable in the art of war. For their experience has taught them that it is not something to aim at halfheartedly. They would not dare utter the names of those beings. If sought, such a task will bring misery and sadness to the one attempting to claim it as he or she will have to step on the corpses of their families, friends, and foes. Though a mighty title it may be, it may not be worth seeking.

After the Age of War ended, mankind, the victorious race, secluded themselves in areas where survivors of the demonic forces couldn’t penetrate. It had been a glorious victory, but plenty of blood had been shed. Mankind had won, but too many lives had been lost, and a large plot of land was also destroyed with forbidden magic to create a home for the wandering ghosts of fallen warriors. Men were now on the brink of extinction, awaiting their savior.

That savior was said to be the guardian of mankind, the champion of the Crucible, the mightiest and the strongest—Alsa, The Everlasting Might. When mankind was on the brink of doom, she led them back on track, giving them the tools and foundation to defend themselves. After she was no longer needed, she disappeared. Some say she died, and others say she sought the realm of the gods to claim her seat beside the deities.

With time, stories became legends and legends became myths. The last Great War did indeed happen, and the effects of its destruction remain, but what was it that saved mankind from complete annihilation? Was it really the power of the Everlastings or was it something else? Only time will tell but, until then, let’s follow the story of a young man who defied the boundaries of reason and destroyed the concept of logic.

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The majestic city of Alsa was named after the woman who bore the same name. She was the strongest person to have walked the land of man, and the city was one of the few that remained. It was beautiful, prosperous, vast, and home to the most powerful mages and warriors.

With the best technology in the entire country of Albion, the city sits on top of a cliff, allowing it to be visible throughout the entire continent. At the side of the cliff hangs the sculpture of a maiden with her back pressed against the rock and her right hand reaching for the sun. In her other hand, she clutches a book to her chest. The city is guarded by a deep forest, filled with fearsome monsters and creatures, preventing unwelcomed visitors from entering. Within the clean city streets lie marvelous fountains and spotless buildings—a true utopia where one can hear the laughter of children playing at every corner.

The city is divided into four prefectures. The strongest of the four, which boasts a following that contains sixty percent of the city’s population, is the Fire Prefecture owned by the Blazing Fire Dragon Sect. Next in power is the Raging Water Dragon Sect, followed by twenty percent of the city’s population. The third position is shared by the Earth Golem Sect and the Lightning Beast Sect, followed by ten percent each.

In terms of power, all sects are equal but the fire sect’s higher following puts it at an advantage, allowing it to dominate the city and have a major impact on the high council and state affairs. The leaders of these sects may share different opinions on certain issues, but they all agree on one common goal: the protection of the people of Alsa.

Another important part of the city is the academic school, which could be considered a city within a city. It’s a great school that has educated the strongest leaders of the current age.

Act I

Chapter 1

With a sweaty hand, I wiped my forehead.

Huff ... finally! I’ve reached this place ... huff. Damn you, Master ... couldn’t you have made these instructions a bit clearer ... It’s as if it was written by a four-year-old ... I mumbled to myself.

I looked around and spotted the school’s entrance: a ten-meter-high steel door, decorated at the center with the image of two dragons whose bodies wrapped around each other. They looked as if they were about to jump off at any second.

As I approached the door, I sensed someone was watching me. Suddenly, a hologram of a young maid projected between me and the door.

The maid bowed slightly and welcomed me.

Welcome, dear guest, to our humble establishment. Can you please identify yourself? she asked.

Like all maids, her robes were incredibly plain and simple, but she still looked extremely elegant. With short hair in a shade of dark green and snow-white skin, she stood before me with dignity and confidence.

I scratched my head contemplatively.

My name is Asura Shirogami, I told her, and I am here because— I was interrupted before I could continue.

Of course. We have been expecting you, Sir Asura Shirogami. Would you please follow me? the maid responded softly as she took a step back toward the door.

Hmm, that old man must have notified them that I’d be coming ... He certainly isn’t someone to be taken lightly ... I thought to myself.

The maid’s projection disappeared, and the door screeched loudly as the two coiled dragons slowly disintegrated from view. They must have been locks of some sort. The door swung open, revealing a vast field with a paved passageway decorated with large green bushes and huge metallic statues of heavily armed soldiers at the side. Across from the bushes and statues stood mages who were busy practicing their magic, holding their staffs in one hand and summoning a flame with the other. It was quite beautiful, and I was overwhelmed with excitement as I walked along the paved ground to reach the main buildings.

After walking for what felt like hours, I reached the end of the paved road and arrived at the first building, where the principal’s office was located. There was someone at the door: the same maid who welcomed me at the gate. She was now leading me into the office. The hall leading up to his office was adorned with crystal chandeliers, ornate vases, and large painted portraits.

Mr. Shirogami. What brought you to an institute like ours? she asked, taking me by surprise. From the letter we received, it is not likely that this is the best place to improve yourself if we are talking about your personal attributes.

The first thought that crossed my mind was, What the hell did that old man write in that letter ...

Then I remembered that I had to answer her.

Well, it was my master’s idea to come here. He told me that he had nothing more to teach me, so I better start learning new things.

Upon hearing that, she fidgeted a bit and turned her head. Her face wrinkled into an expression of nonbelief.

W-what? You mean to say that Sir Ainz Greetman already taught you all he knows? The letter says you are sixteen years old! How is that possible?

Before I could answer, we were in front of the principal’s door.

The maid excused herself and left.

I never got to know her name. She was quite cute, I mumbled.

Is the name of my secretary the only thing you want to know? Or did you come here for another reason? a sharp, vivid, and somewhat gentle-toned woman answered my offhanded comment.

I turned and turned and didn’t see anyone, but I could feel a faint presence in the air.

I took a defensive posture and shouted, Show yourself; I have no time for games ... This should be the principal’s office. Where is he?

Out of nowhere, I suddenly felt an intense malicious intent in the air directed toward me. It shook the very foundations of my soul. Instinctively, I leaped backward, propelling myself to the middle of the hallway.

What did I get myself into? Is this Master’s idea of learning new arts? Damn it! Why did Master have to take my weapon? I need something to defend myself with. Shit!

Suddenly, I felt all of my energy being drained as if I had become nothing but an empty shell. Even standing still was unimaginably hard. I had no strength left. I was done for. A hand gently brushed my cheek and moved to hold my chin in place. A beautiful woman appeared in front of me. With her long red hair and formal attire, it was obvious that she was someone who held a very high and respectable position.

The last thing I remember was her saying, Boy, you are the first to ever evade my initial attack. I expect great things from you.

Then everything turned black ...

I woke up to a gentle hand caressing my head. It was the same woman I had seen before I passed out. I was lying on a couch in an office filled with modern décor, the woman’s thighs cushioning my head. I tried to stand, but my body wouldn’t listen. I was still weak. My body fought against my