Through the streets of the city, Almiron, Soul Jack was being dragged by two church soldiers, they were being followed by hundreds of other soldiers each holding a sword. The street of Almiron was filled with hundreds of thousands of people that came to watch the execution of the magician that nearly became a god. Soul Jack, was a man in his fifties, his hair brown, and his shoulders hung high as he walked. He had a smile on his face as the soldiers dragged him up to the gallows situated in the middle of the town. The soldiers lowered Soul Jack to his knee, the executioner, a huge man holding an axe walked up the gallows. Then they lowered Soul Jack’s head to reveal his neck, so the executioner can get a clean cut.
The bishop cleared his throat to speak, “There is only one God, and he is in heaven. No human can ever be God, and the pursuit to be God is blasphemy. And blasphemy is punishable by death. Not just that, the use and study of magic is punishable by death because the source of magic is the devil, and we the church has the responsibility of casting the devil away from our midst. You, Soul Jack has been found guilty of both crimes, and you are hereby sentenced to death. Do you have any last words? ”
“Tell us! Where did you hide it?! The one piece!!!!” A man from the crowd yelled.
“There is still people here that want to become God? Even after witnessing my death?" Soul Jack said to himself with a smile, then he continued, “Who here wants to become God!” He screamed.
‘I do!!’ deafening chants and screams filled the air.
“KILL HIM!” the bishop shouted at the executioner.
“The one missing piece is hidden somewhere in the Golden Continent, find it, it is real”
A swing of an axe separated Soul Jack’s head from his body, immediately the head dropped to the ground, victory screams thundered throughout the arena.
This event kick started the grand magician’s saga.
The story officially begins in a small country, Veronis, the country was recently defeated and taken over by a mercenary called Maraki and her soldiers. The people of Veronis was enslaved and put into hard labour, they worked day and night, mining for an orb called Kille.
“Who goes there?” A guard standing outside the gate of Veronis asked immediately he saw a figure approaching the gate, the darkness of the night made it difficult to see the figure clearly.
“Can I get in?” The figure said
“No, turn back to wherever the hell you are coming if you don’t want to die” One of the guards said as he changed his stance.
“Aes.. Pes.. Terata” the figure said, then he stomped the staff he is holding on the round.
‘A magi…’ The two guards fell to the floor unconscious. The figure opened the gate and walked into city, he was wearing an ash overall that covered his head like a hoodie, and on his hand, he holds a wooden staff as tall as him.
While he walked through the streets of Veronis, it was as if he was walking through a graveyard, no single voice or person was heard. The windows of houses were all closed, and the shops were filled with cats chasing after mice.
He then stops in front of the only lit building in the whole town; the signpost reads ‘Motel’, he walked into the building.
“Welcome,” The person standing behind the counter said with a smile, which revealed his missing teeth. The man is bald with a sharp scar on the middle of his head. “What is your name? And what brings you here?” The man added.
“My name is Javier Elvis.” The figure replied the man, he removed the hoodie over his head revealing his face for the first time. The person underneath, Javier Elvis, is a young boy of nineteen, stood a little below six feet.
“What brings you here?” The man repeated.
“I want a room” Javier dipped his hand into his pocket, then he took out a dollar bill and dropped it on the table.
The man took the dollar bill and slipped it into his pocket, he then took out a key from one of the drawers in the table and handed it to Javier. “Enjoy your stay,” the man smiled.
“Do you have food here?” Javier asked.
“No. The chefs are gone”
Javier walked up the stairs to room 24, the same number written on the key he’s with. He opened the door and walked in, the room is filled with dust and at every corner of the room, cobwebs hung all over as if it was part of the room deco. Javier threw himself into the bed in the room, dust from the bed covered the whole room’s airspace, making it impossible to see anything that isn’t dust in the room. Javier dozed off instantly paying zero attention to all the dust.
Javier opened his eyes to a darker room, it was completely pitch black, he yawns and sits down.
“Why is the bed concrete?” Javier presses his hand against the ‘bed’, the surface is cold, wet, and sandy.
“You are finally awake,” Javier leaps to his feet in fear, “Who is there!!”
“My name is Conan, and I have been here for a year.”
“What? Are you a creep? What are you doing in my hotel room?!”
“Hotel room? Dude you are in prison.”
“Eh? What are you talking about creep?” Javier gets to his feet and starts’ walking straight until his movement is halted by the steel bars he slammed into.
"No, No, No!" Javier grabbed the bars and started to muscle his way out, he pulled, pushed, bit the bars yet it didn't budge.
"I told you i have been here for a year, there is no leaving here until you die." The voice said.
"Hell no, I need to leave now! Help!!!!!!" Javier starts screaming
"You think I haven't tried that?"
Javier continued to scream, for hours nonstop
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" The voice asked
"I need to get to the Golden continent fast." Javier starts kicking the bars
"Why would you want to go there?"
"I want to become God."