Ritual Sorcery: The Call of the Dark Dimension

  [Your plea echoes across the dark dimension. Gods from other worlds are watching you.]

  [The Flame God of Change is interested in you.]

  [The God of Filth, Decay, and Tragedy is interested in you.]

  [The Black Pharaoh laughs, pleased by your suffering.]

  [The Black Sheep of the Wilds, Father of Thousands, is interested in you.]

  [The Flame God of Change responds to your plea.]

  [The Flame God of Change demands your cherished memories and emotions in exchange. Do you accept?]

  "I accept," Fethan replied and pulled the dagger from the Tower of Reversal. His wounds, caused by spells, were healed. Shaman’s eyes widened, staring at Fethan like he was a lunatic—more reckless and insane than anything he’d ever seen. No one sacrificed themselves to the gods of the dark dimension.

  Especially not to ask for…

  "You could’ve asked for a monster stronger than the Demiurge Slime. You could’ve borrowed a weapon, a dark relic, or even had a god curse me to death. But you asked for wisdom? You fool! You absolute idiot!" Shaman pointed and ranted, yet Fethan’s gaze had become terrifying. Shaman instinctively stepped back.

  He looked to the sky. Though he saw nothing, he sensed the presence of a being beyond human perception. These entities had no form, color, or scent, yet their attention was undeniable. A shard of some hyperintelligent being had descended—somewhere, perhaps not even on Earth or in this time.

  His body trembled. The ability to distinguish earth, sky, and sea faded. It no longer felt like reality—it was another world. He understood how dangerous it was to commune with dark gods. But to be watched directly? He had never heard of such a thing.

  ‘He’s lost his mind. No human could remain sane under that.’

  "SKREEE!!" screeched the rotting flesh-tree. It wasn’t like a low-dimensional entity. It sensed higher dimensions. It was terrified—like a worm crushed under the boot of a being it couldn’t comprehend.

  Fethan and Shaman were like amoebas trying to understand a human’s mind.

  The few precious moments Fethan shared with his mother were gnawed away into void.

  [Intelligence +1]

  The memory of meeting Lumi, their first date, the flavor of her kiss, the warmth of a hug—jokes, shared gifts—crumbled to ash.

  [Intelligence +1] [Intelligence +1] [Intelligence +1] [Intelligence +1]

  Every human joy drained from Fethan. He tossed it into the furnace, converting it into fuel for wisdom. What remained was a hollow shell filled with pain. The lively face of a kind man turned cold, grayer than an ice mask.

  A demon’s hand took what mattered most. All it returned was a sliver of knowledge no greater than a hair.

  Fethan shuddered as he looked at it.

  “ARGH!”

  A translucent tentacle like a jellyfish's tendril erupted from Gamo’s journal, piercing Fethan’s flesh and injecting venom. He dropped it. Spider legs sprouted from it, and it crawled back to him like a loyal dog.

  He extended his hand. It climbed into his palm, obedient and still.

  White flames ignited the dark magus’s book. The Flame God of Change’s wisdom decoded its secrets. Yellowed paper turned white, black-blood script appearing.

  A human scream burst from it, begging for death.

  "Whoever is worthy to be the book’s master shall inherit the Dark Magus’s power."

  An old man's face formed on the cover. His deep voice silenced all.

  [You have been recognized by Gamo J.K. Hedison’s Dark Arts Journal. Verifying your qualifications.]

  [Level 35: Passed] [Intelligence 100: Passed] [Recognized by an Outer God: Passed] [Spirit Power 300+: Passed]

  [All criteria met. Do you wish to change class from Spirit Summoner to Dark Magus – Class Rank S?]

  “Change class.”

  [Warning: Class change to Dark Magus (S-Rank) is irreversible. Proceed?]

  “Proceed.”

  [Confirmed. You are now a Dark Magus – Hidden S-Rank Class.]

  [Fethan Bloodstar] [Level: 35] [Class: Dark Magus] [Titles: Lord of Everland, Curse King, Cursed Son, Dark Arts Heir, Magicless Magus, Supreme Scholar, Whisper-Resistant]

  [HP: 100/100]

  [Stamina: 100/100]

  [Divine Power: 3/3]

  [Magic Power: 30/30]

  [Spirit Power: 300/300]

  [Divine Authority: 0] [Magic Authority: 25] [Dark Arts Authority: 100]

  [Magic Resist: 20] [Curse Resist: 50]

  [Strength: 36] [Endurance: 30] [Agility: 31] [Senses: 30] [Intelligence: 100]

  [You gained: Dark Arts Talent – Learn all forbidden curses 100% faster] [Title Bonus: Curse King – Dark Arts Power = Intelligence]

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  [You have earned one Grand Curse Spell. Choose two related skills or spells to forge it.]

  Fethan opened the skill window and made his choices. The system created his first grand spell:

  [Grand Curse Created: Everlasting Dominion — Wrath of Heaven’s Claim.]

  Dark power surged into Fethan’s body. His mind changed. A shadow took root—he felt like a stranger to himself.

  I have obtained a power even I fear.

  But I fear myself wielding that power even more.

  A whisper echoed through him. The pressure of the new Dark Magus exploded into the sky. A demonic crest appeared over Ona-Caster, witnessed by millions—the rise of the most powerful dark mage of the age.

  Shaman sneered.

  "You’ll die—not by an enemy’s hand, but your own! You sold your soul for knowledge. I bet your mind’s blank now, huh? That’s what they do—use you and toss you aside. And you gave away what mattered most!"

  "You think a new class will beat the Demiurge Slime? You don’t understand real power! Class changes just boost stats. You still can’t kill a dark realm entity!"

  "So what?"

  "What did you say?"

  "Whatever."

  Fethan no longer cared to argue. To him, Shaman was just another fly.

  “Territory claim.”

  He swept his wand. His perception expanded one kilometer. Shaman’s domain shook violently.

  The Dark Magus’s aura suffocated all around him. Flesh tendrils stabbed forward to kill—

  "I, the King of the Eternal Realm, declare this land under my rule. All vassals, raise the Sunburst Banner and sing of my infinite glory!"

  Grand Curse: Everlasting Dominion — Wrath of Heaven’s Claim.

  Reality overlapped. The dead forest transformed into fertile green plains. The magus and monster felt displaced—as if in another dimension. But Demiurge’s roots remained tethered.

  A tendril was severed by Azrael’s massive scythe. The reaper’s eyes glowed as he stared at Shaman. As the grand curse completed, the surroundings revealed a fortress surrounded by steel walls.

  The Prison of Curses. A site to imprison evil spirits. Its power unsettled Shaman and the Demiurge Slime.

  Four gates opened. Wolves and giant rats poured in endlessly—from walls, rooftops, and ground. Every gaze was murderous.

  Shaman panicked.

  "Why?! How can you control this many spirits?!"

  "You’ll find out when you die."

  Fethan flicked his wand. Hellhounds and Death Rats charged Shaman and Demiurge Slime.

  "Demiurge! Defend me—kill them all! Leave no survivors!"

  Tendrils lashed everywhere. The spirits knew no fear. Their white forms slowly turned black.

  "Wh-Why?!"

  Tainted by negative energy—they were cursed spirits now. And the Demiurge Slime was facing nothing but cursed spirits.

  "How?! You transformed them all at once?! You monster!"

  "Merge—Azrael!"

  The reaper fused into his master. The wand morphed into a one-meter scythe. Silver eyes turned black, green fire blazing.

  [Weapon: Reaper’s Scythe (Stage 1)] [Attack: 166] [Durability: 166] [Magic Power: 66] [Dark Power: 66]

  Traits: [Curses amplified by 150%], [Charge spell power up to 500%], [Use spirit energy as magic—10:1 conversion]

  Special: [+1% curse power per cursed spirit under command], [+5% boost to support spells for spirits], [Attack grows with Reaper Scythe proficiency]

  Gamo’s book floated midair, pages flipping without touch. Fethan glanced and chanted:

  "By the power of dark arts, I command thee—be strong, swift, and wise. Amplimale Intensimale Fortivenefic!"

  Three consecutive buff spells. Cursed spirits screamed in pain, but grew vastly stronger—faster, smarter, lethal.

  Death Rats hurled poison-blood bombs. Acid bullets rained down, but they used fallen allies as shields and swarmed, stabbing with spears.

  Demiurge Slime shielded Shaman. He watched the nightmare unfold—no dark mage in history had ever commanded such evil.

  Every spell Fethan used, Shaman recognized. Curses that tortured cursed spirits for power. Heinous spells at their peak.

  "I followed your advice. You said only cursed spirits can fight cursed spirits. So I turned them all. Thanks, senpai."

  Fethan said with a blank expression. Shaman, enraged, boosted the slime.

  Demiurge unleashed thousands of tendrils. Roots extended for hundreds of meters. Its defenses held—but the cursed army pressed in.

  The slime, born of the dark realm, had never felt fear—until now.

  Not because the spirits were strong—but because Fethan had changed. The slime noticed something chilling.

  Whenever it killed cursed spirits—it couldn’t absorb their souls.

  "Don’t be confused, you cowardly tree hiding in the underworld."

  Fethan’s voice overlapped with Azrael’s.

  "Every soul in this Eternal Realm shall never perish. They exist beyond annihilation. Not even you can destroy them. Rejoice. You are the first dark realm entity to be crushed by the very cursed spirits you once dominated."

  "SKREEE!!"

  The slime went berserk, striking at all nearby. Its tendrils drilled at Fethan.

  But its path was blocked—by mantis, scorpion, spider, and lobster spirits turned human shields by Fethan’s will.

  He opened a golden menu—development functions for the prison.

  “Use 3-Month Tax Card to purchase: Four Anti-Curse Cannons.”

  He cashed in the tax card from his earlier quest—300 spirit coins total—and spent them immediately.

  Turrets appeared atop the walls. Each one locked onto the Demiurge Slime and opened fire.

  Spirit-infused cannonballs blasted the monster, shaking its core. Muddy pus and blood splattered across the prison.

  The cannons didn’t stop. Tendrils were blasted off one by one. The slime twisted, flailed, and began regenerating and growing larger.

  It doubled in height within seconds. The more damage it took, the faster it grew.

  ‘Not enough.’

  The turrets were powerful, made to kill cursed spirits. But they couldn’t kill this.

  Fethan spun the scythe. Black fire flared from his right hand. Pain returned.

  "Burn all souls—Exuro Animam!"

  He cast the Flame Curse of Annihilation. A tendril blocked it—but was shot off by a turret.

  "SKREEEEE!!"

  The beast wailed. Fire scorched its flesh. Hidden inside, Shaman trembled as heat tormented his wounded body.

  The slime flailed, pain twice as intense as before.

  ‘It’s stronger—but still not fatal,’ Shaman thought.

  But then—

  “Reverse Curse Magic.”

  Fethan used the Reaper’s Ring to nullify the spell’s recoil. His arm blackened again—but he erased the backlash. Now he could spam the flame curse longer.

  ‘Still not enough. I need more power.’

  He eyed the reward from the earlier quest.

  “Use Spell Upgrade Card—Target: Flame Curse of Annihilation.”

  [Spell Upgrading… Enhanced by the Flame God of Change’s blessing… Complete. New Spell: Demonic Soulburst Flame Curse (Rank A+). Min Spirit Power: 1000. Min Dark Authority: 100. Cost: precious emotional memories per cast.]

  “Guess our god has a flair for suffering,” Fethan muttered bitterly. He focused.

  “In the name of the King of the Eternal Realm, I sell soul bonds. Vassals, lend me your power!”

  He activated the Eternal King’s unique skill: Soul Bonds.

  A massive sign appeared in front of the Eternal Castle.

  Spirits flocked to it. They offered power in exchange for later repayment—with interest. They signed contracts stamped by a rat clerk.

  Fethan felt power flood him—far beyond his body’s limits. He funneled it into the Reaper’s Scythe.

  Black flame turned to white.

  The brightest fire any being could see. Looking directly could blind you—like staring into the sun.

  "SKREEEEEE!!"

  The slime panicked. It yanked its roots free, using tendrils to climb the steel wall—trying to escape.

  A running tree.

  Even a dark realm being knew what it feared most.

  The white fire gathered on Fethan’s blade. It twisted into new forms.

  He locked onto the fleeing monster.

  ‘So… this is what power feels like.’

  His last precious memory—eating dinner with Stella—vanished.

  ‘There’s no going back. I can only move forward. This is the price. I’ll kill them all.’

  ‘I will learn everything. Who killed Lumi. The truth about my father. About the Dark Magus. The secret to resurrection—I will have it all.’

  Turn every dark mage into his puppet. Force them to confess the truth. Even without clues—he would find the answer.

  He would be the executioner—the nightmare that haunts the curse world.

  Use darkness… to destroy darkness.

  ‘This… is why I was born.’

  “Exuro Animae Explodere.”

  Grand Curse: Demonic Soulburst Flame Curse.