The Boundless
701 Words
There once lived a certain man.
He was born in the most rural area, located in the most desolate region of the world.
This man knew nothing but poverty and despair growing up, leading a life of shame and reproach up until his youth.
However, if there was something that stood out about him, it was one major factor.
… His affinity for Magic!
Despite having nothing, this man paved a path for himself through his sheer will and talent in the mystic arts.
He was able to attend the greatest Institute for Magic based on merits alone, and he was able to garner the attention of the Mage Supreme from his first year.
He studied the arts and mastered the craft.
Dedicating decades, and even extending his life for over a century, pursuing the art of Magic.
To say he revolutionized Magic would be an understatement, as this single man changed the very concept and how it was perceived by the world.
The title of Mage Supreme was no longer sufficient for someone of his caliber, so a new title was coined for him alone.
—The Boundless.
However, despite having such a grandiose title, the Mage was not satisfied.
“Boundless? What a joke!” He often spat out to himself in solitude.
No one understood how he felt.
None but him.
“I’m not boundless. I’m nowhere near it! That realm… I can’t reach it.”
In the study and practice of Magic, there was a key motto that all Mages had to adhere by.
~With Magic, nothing is Impossible!~
However, this Mage truly felt stuck! He had tried everything, yet the path that led to the realm of the boundless was closed off to him.
He could not attain it no matter how hard he tried.
“Time is running out…” He began to notice.
He had extended his life by a century more, a feat no other Mage had been able to achieve.
However, all life had to come to an end.
No one was truly immortal—not unless they were boundless.
“I will soon die, and yet I am nowhere close to solving this mystery.”
The Mage had made it a priority to live his life without regrets, but this was one he could not avoid.
He knew deep down that if he was to die without reaching such a pinnacle, he would be doomed to an eternity of hellish t*****e.
“I have to know! I… need to know!”
For all his life, over two hundred years, he had given everything to Magic. Never before had he desired anything more than he did now.
He just needed one more breakthrough.
“Time… if only I had more time!”
But all the time he had was gone. It had all run out.
It was time for his soul to return to its source, and for his mortal body to be laid to rest.
… Or so it should have been.
“Hahahahahaha! No way!”
Laughing maniacally, the Mage would not give up.
“If I can’t do it in this life, then I will surely achieve it in the next!”
Die? Return to the source? Rest?
No way!
“There is no rest for me until I reach it—the realm of the Boundless!”
And so, the Mage broke the laws of nature and did what no one should ever do.
He interfered with his own Soul and used Magic to bypass the unwritten rules of existence.
He was not going to depart from the world of the living.
No…
… He would remain!
“And there’s only one road to that!” The Mage had it all figured out.
It was said to be nothing but a product of myths and legends, but he made it a reality with his knowledge and power.
Reincarnation!
“Whether I will return now or in the next hundred years, it matters not!”
Only one thing was important to him.
“The realm of the Boundless…” Even on his deathbed, he grinned dreamily about it.
“… I will reach it in my next life!”
- Writer
