Limitless Summoner: Rise of the Soul God

A few more minutes and heavy cursing later, Ethan sat down in the dusty room with a sigh. "I might as well try to do what that woman told me to. Who knew maybe it worked? Maybe I wasn't taking her seriously enough?"

He looked at the dusty bookshelf once again and replayed the old hag's words in his mind. "Just will it and it's yours to command."

Fine. Whatever. He focused on a dusty nook in a corner and with all of his focus, he ordered it to move. He stared at it unblinkingly. Like pushing out a piece of stubborn tard, he willed for the damn thing to move.

Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move.

Nothing moved. The dust sat there, stubborn and unmoving, mocking him with its stillness.

Ethan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, his face twisting in a constipated fashion, and tried again. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move. Move.

Once again, nada.

This time he narrowed his eyes, almost squinting it, gathered mana in his palms, and tried again. Nope. That too did not work.

Minutes turned into hours as Ethan did not give up and tried one thing after another without taking a break. He even took out all the books from the bookshelf and scanned them from top to bottom to see if he could come across something familiar by chance.

The only thing he got from that was a hacking cough that almost made him cough his lungs out.

As if that was not enough, the old hag's voice screamed through the closed door. "You only have an hour left."

In a fit of anger, helplessness, and frustration, Ethan willed for the glass vase on the table to hit the door and crash.

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The glass vase with the wilting flowers flew off the table, and hurtled across the room, crashing against the door with a deafening shatter, shards of glass exploding in every direction. The impact echoed through the room, the sound sharp and piercing, reverberating off the stone walls.

Ethan's heart skipped a beat, his breath catching in his throat. He stared at the shattered remains of the vase, his eyes wide, his body frozen. He hadn't touched it. He hadn't even been near it. But it had moved.

Finally, something moved!

His pulse raced, his chest tightening, his fingers trembling. He could still feel the mana swirling inside him, cold and electric, flowing through his veins, his bones, his very core. It was wild, fierce, chaotic, but it was his.

His power. His magic. It had responded to his anger, his frustration, his helplessness. It had bent to his will.

His lips curled into a disbelieving smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He had done it. He had actually done it. He had moved the vase with magic. He had used his mana, his power, to bend the world to his desires. It was real. It was powerful. It was his.

He looked down at his hands, his fingers trembling, his palms tingling with cold electricity. He didn't want to lose the feeling. He did not want it to be a fluke. He wanted it to work again.

His gaze darted to the crystal ball that was on the table and it soared through the air like a bullet, spinning rapidly. The crystal ball smashed into the door with a resounding crash, the impact echoing through the room, shaking the wooden frame.

It bounced off, hitting the floor with a dull thud, and rolling away before coming to a stop in the middle of the room.

Ethan's heart raced, his chest tightening, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He stared at the crystal ball, his eyes wide, his pulse thundering in his ears. He had done it. Again.

He had moved it. With his mind. With his magic. His will. His mana. His power. It had obeyed his will, responded to his desire, his anger, his frustration. It had bent to his command.

His lips curled into a triumphant grin, his eyes gleaming with excitement, his body trembling with exhilaration.

This was real. This was happening. He wasn't crazy. He wasn't hallucinating. He was using magic. Real magic. His power, his mana, bending the world to his desires. It was wild, fierce, exhilarating. It was his.

His gaze once again darted to the table, to the small desk, to the side stand, and then the bookshelf. So things that he could throw. In all his happiness, he was completely beside himself as he started throwing everything that wasn't nailed down.

Ethan's laughter echoed through the room, wild and unrestrained, his body trembling, his fingers tingling.

Two more crystal balls flew and then an ink pot followed suit. By the time his gaze landed on the small mirror, the door opened with a bang.

"Just what the hell are you doing you little menace?" Miss Agnes stood in the doorway, her eyes blazing, her figure framed by the dim light from the hallway. Her gnarled fingers gripped her cane so tightly that the wood groaned under the pressure.

Ethan's laughter died in his throat, his body freezing, his heart thudding in his chest.

The mirror hovered in the air, suspended by his will, his power, his mana. It hung there, trembling, vibrating for a split second, and everything was still. After this came the big crash and the mirror dropped straight to the ground.

It shattered, sending shards of glass skittering across the floor.@@novelbin@@

The old woman's eyes widened for a moment as she saw the mirror floating mid-air but then her face turned unsightly. She glared at Ethan, giving him a death stare but all he could do was smile weakly.

All of a sudden he started to feel weak and wobbly and the next instant, he collapsed on the floor fully losing consciousness.

The last thing he saw was Miss Agnes's face twisted in fury, her eyes blazing, her mouth moving but her words drowned out by the pounding in his ears. Then, there was nothing.

"You little fool! You better clear up all this shit when you wake up! Hmph." The old woman turned and walked away with a cold harrumph.