Sir John – Conceptual Existence
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The Tower
John sat down in his chair at the top of his tower and looked down to open grasslands.
"People are weird," he said to himself.
It's been two weeks since he started living on this land, which is what the folks are calling it. Mist Grasslands in just two weeks. Three different organizations and three different teams of people have come to meet with him.
After telling them he did not want to meet with everybody, they tried underhanded methods to enter, but it was no use.
John closed his eyes for a moment and started walking around.
"They think of me as a powerful mage, a hermit, a mysterious one."
"But, they never think about the fact that I may not be a human or a demon..."
"If they fucking only left me alone to live."
The people, the mages, the mystics, and the world were vast and huge; billions of people lived on the planet of Eria. It was different from Earth, but it was not important for John.
As he was not a human or a mage or a demon, he was a conceptual entity that did not like to be bothered.
As John was thinking of all the things, he heard something within himself.
"My friend..."
"I can come to visit your tower in the world of humans."
John thought for a moment and then nodded.
"Yeah."
With his whisper, a man in a simple black suit manifested just beside him.
John asked.
"Why are you here?"
"I am not in the mood to talk."
The suited man grinned.
"John..."
"You are never in the mood to talk."
John smirked.
"Yeah, but you know, there is a reason for that."
The suited man looked around for a moment and then asked.
"Is there something that I can sit on?"
John looked at the ground for a moment, and a simple wooden chair existed.
The man smiled.
"So, John, I am here for something."
John smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, you gods are always seeking something."
The man in the suit did not feel offended or anything. He just kept on smiling as he kept on sitting.
"There was a young woman named Ally."
"A mage, intelligent and powerful."
"I think she tried to invoke the spell of immortality, but she has a problem..."
John smirked.
"Yeah, I know of her."
"Her problem is simply that her magic is not enough..."
The man in the suit turned serious.
"But…"
"I need her to be my champion in the next tournament of the battle of champions."
"Our mystic religion of Arkant..."
This time, John cut it out.
"Stop there for a moment..."
The man in the suit stopped and looked weird for a moment.
John then stopped smiling and turned to the man, and with an emotionless face, he asked.
"Are you trying to order me?"
The man in the suit gulped and felt that his life was in danger.
"No, John…"
"I mean, Sir John."
John then shook his head.
"You are not welcome," he said, and then the man in the suit vanished, as well as the chair.
John then kept on looking at the grasslands like nothing had happened at all.
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Inside of the throne room, the man in the suit manifested.
Two women, both beautiful and attractive to the deepest limit of the human understanding, quickly went to his side and asked.
"Lord Avil."
"What, Sir, said."
Avil took a deep breath and shook his head.
"He will not help."
"He also said to that I am not welcome."
The two women looked at each other and saddened.
Avil walked up and sat down on his throne.
"For fuck's sake, why are all of these conceptual existences weird and never do what I tell them?" Despite Avil thinking this, he knew the real reason for it.
They were all-powerful, all-knowing.
Especially Sir John...
"I have millions of mages and demons under me that worship me as the god of magic in the world of Eria and as the leader of Religion Arkant, but it does not mean anything to him at all."
"I am not sure what I need to do..."
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The Tower
After Avil left, John looked down for a moment and noticed a small lizard.
"Why, this lizard is here." John asked himself, and then one moment later, he manifested in front of it.
"Why are you here?" He looked at the lizard's eyes, which were more than a meter in size, and then asked.
The lizard creature looked at the simple leather-wearing human-looking creature and then said.
"I don't know what you are, human..."
"But leave me."
"I will need to talk with the owner of this tower, a mage or something..."
"This grassland belongs to me."
John smiled and asked sarcastically.
"Is it now?"