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Chapter 421: The Sage's Book of Dionysus
Chapter 421: The Sage's Book of Dionysus
"Great God of Magic, you are mine."
The prayer, like a hymn, echoed throughout the Cathedral of the God of Magic. The one praying was Duke White Frost, Black White Frost.
His White Frost Principality was a powerful force, and as a duke himself, he was naturally a formidable mage. Thus, it was natural for him to be a believer in the God of Magic, making him a rather unique and peculiar figure.
As a duke, his status within the Magic Church was undoubtedly high, and he had his own magnificent cathedral where he conducted his daily prayers, demonstrating his devout faith in the God of Magic. He knew that everything he had was due to the divine protection of the God of Magic.
However, today, something unusual happened. While praying, Duke White Frost saw what seemed to be chaotic lines appearing before his eyes.
This caused his prayer to momentarily falter.
"Great God of Magic, I have been distracted." But he quickly regained his composure. Perhaps it was just an illusion?
After all, he was in the middle of a prayer, and the God of Magic was closely connected to him.
He entered the prayer state once again, but soon, he saw those chaotic lines once more.
This time, he could not break free. The lines twisted and writhed, eventually forming a blasphemous book.
With a look of horror, Duke White Frost saw the twisted name on the cover of the blasphemous book.
_The Sage's Book of Dionysus_
'Great God of Magic, what is happening? I must leave this blasphemous illusion as soon as possible, or I feel like I will go mad.' Duke White Frost could sense his sanity beginning to waver, as a form of madness slowly eroded his mind.
Not only madness, but also the knowledge that accompanied it, gradually distorting his mind.
'No, great God of Magic, please protect your devout follower from such blasphemy, I will...'
'Oh~ wait, let me see, what is this.'
The book opened to the first page, with messy and chaotic writing, the characters barely legible. There were also childish illustrations in some places, and almost every part was covered in a black, terrifying substance.
This horrifying scene continuously assaulted Duke White Frost's sanity, making him desperately want to break free from the blasphemous and mad knowledge recorded in _The Sage's Book of Dionysus_. However, the other side of his mind, now polluted and twisted, kept his consciousness fixed on that page.
Dionysus' Chaotic Magic Fountain
A new, god-independent magic rooted itself in Duke White Frost's mind.
He tried to forget this magic in terror, but the memory had already fused completely with him.
'My God of Magic, damn it, I do not wish to know such blasphemous knowledge.' Duke White Frost trembled, watching as the chaos and distortion gradually retreated from his thoughts, and everything seemed to improve.
Because he had broken free from the terrifying illusion.
"No, this is not real. I... I..." Duke White Frost looked at the statue of the God of Magic, his voice trembling.
"I think this is just fantastic, no, what is happening to me?"
Duke White Frost felt his body changing. The illusion might have disappeared, but the changes remained.
The image of Dionysus' Chaotic Magic Fountain still lingered in his mind, and he could even activate it.
If he used this magic, he would be transformed, with his twisted mind and mad thoughts pulling him further down.
But Duke White Frost, with his astonishing willpower, staggered away from the magnificent cathedral. He knew his will could not hold for long. If he performed such a blasphemous act within the cathedral of the God of Magic, a divine punishment would surely follow, leaving him without even a corpse to be preserved.
"Your Grace, you..."
"Get out of my way, don't block me." A servant, seeing Duke White Frost's state, hurried over to assist but was pushed away by the duke. He returned to his bedroom in a manner that was far from the elegance expected of a noble.
By the time he reached his room, his mind was already dominated by the strange magic.
Countless chaotic magic runes continuously swirled in his mind, even his instincts began to gradually detach from Duke White Frost.
"Please protect me. Hmm, praise the Abyss!"
Chaotic light shone on Duke White Frost, and the power of the Abyss altered his soul's allegiance from the God of Magic. The chaotic magic fountain named Dionysus, fueled by his twisted mind and mad thoughts, activated automatically.
This was a chaotic magic, a transformation magic. Even if he did not use it, from the moment he saw it, everything was already set in motion.
His entire body resembled a fountain, with countless beams of energy continuously surging out.
When everything finally calmed down, Duke White Frost opened his dazed eyes, somewhat bewildered.
The terrifying power of the blasphemous magic in his mind had lost its initial formidable might.
Because it had transferred to his right hand.
His right hand was covered in black, chaotic patterns. Anyone who saw them for the first time would be stunned by their wild and chaotic nature.
Fortunately, he was a duke and a magic priest; otherwise, a commoner might have been hanged for such a sight.
"Crafting magic, shaping magic, have I stolen the power of the God of Magic?" Duke White Frost shuddered. The majesty of the gods had long been ingrained in his instincts, after all, it was a common knowledge he had known since childhood.
"Dionysus? Who is this deity? The Sage's Book of Dionysus has such terrifying power. If I could see all its contents..."
"Could my principality become a true kingdom?"
Ambition flourished in Duke White Frost's heart. Although the twisted mind and mad thoughts had receded, he knew this was just an illusion. The distortion and madness had deeply rooted themselves in his soul, much like his right hand's ability to craft and shape magic.
As soon as the time was right, the madness would flare up again, leading him back to the blasphemous Sage's Book of Dionysus.
"My soul is connected to a plane that the gods cannot observe or interfere with, the Abyss, perhaps?" Duke White Frost felt the energy called mana being continuously drawn from a connected plane into his body.
He knew that everything came with a price. Ambition and madness were the prices he had to pay. This made his mind undergo significant changes, shifting towards chaos and disorder, making him unpredictable.
He could not resist the madness; it would only spread and eventually turn him into a madman tormented by his own insanity.
There was a way to stop it, though: becoming stronger. Before the madness caught up with him, he could continuously grow stronger through the various twisted and chaotic magics recorded in the Sage's Book of Dionysus.
If he became strong enough, he could suppress the madness, even if he couldn't stop its spread or deepen. At least he could maintain his sanity and human form.
Madness affected not just the mind but also the body. His right hand was proof of this. This was just the beginning of the madness, causing only patterns to appear on his arm. If he didn't suppress it, the patterns would spread across his entire body, leading to even more terrifying mutations.
For example, crystallization—these were things Duke White Frost had learned from the memories brought by Dionysus' chaotic magic fountain.
"I need powerful magic to stay ahead of the madness." Duke White Frost, faced with the choice between his own survival and his faith in the God of Magic, chose himself. Before his transformation, as a devout believer, he might have remained loyal to the God of Magic, but now he had changed.
Thus, he chose to actively delve into this terrifying magic system.
Seeing the Sage's Book of Dionysus was simple: he just needed to release Dionysus' chaotic magic fountain, and he could see the blasphemous book in his soul.
"Madness and distortion, perhaps this is the true nature of the world!!!" Duke White Frost's eyes flashed with madness. Clearly, his madness had flared up, though the symptoms were mild. Nonetheless, the madness was spreading, bit by bit.
(End of Chapter)
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