Physics The Greatest Magic

"Fuck…" John muttered as his eyes slowly opened.

His eyes proceeded to widen in surprise. Not because his blindfold was off, but rather-

"John!"

"Bro!!"

"JOHN!!"

The three suddenly leapt at him, before lifting him up and hugging him tightly. He had been greeted by the crying faces of his comrades.

Hexo's spiky hair brushed against John's chest whilst his tears rushed out of control. The edges of Shera's light purple hair rested on John's shoulders as she hugged him tightly from the left, her eyes were watery whilst she held on tight.

But the one to outdo them all was Satire, the pipe which had been on her mouth fell out, her hair which was a mixture of purple at the base and pink at the edges swayed as she ran at him and pushed the other two out of the way to hug John on her own.

John's chest was fondled with a pleasant and soft sensation as her plump chests pressed against his.

Satire hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her eyes, as she said. "You're finally awake…"

"Oi! Satire! Don't just push us out of the way!" Said Hexo before trying to pull her out of the hug.

But it was useless, no matter how much he tried she wouldn't budge.

John just stood there with a shocked look on his face as he watched them argue. His dark long spiky hair swayed in the wind whilst a smile grew on his face.

"Thank you…" He muttered quietly.

The only one who had seen this smile was Shera as the other two were too busy arguing. John looked around for his blindfold only to find that it had been right beside him.

Once he grabbed it, he was suddenly stopped by Shera grabbed his face and turned it to her. "John, are you okay?" She asked as she looked him right in the eye.

The other two stopped arguing once they heard Shera's question. John wasn't sure why, but upon hearing those words, he felt a throb in his throat. His gem-like eyes grew moist and his mouth began to tremble.

He wanted to deny it, he wanted to let it all out but-

"Yeah. I'm fine." He muttered before slowly pushing her hands away and placing the blindfolds above his eyes.

The others could tell something was wrong, but if he didn't want to talk about it, then they weren't going to force him.

Before he tied the blindfold however, Zestari stopped him.

[John, What happened? It felt like your soul had been taken somewhere else.]

'Don't worry, I just had a little encounter.'

[Encounter…? With who?]

'I don't know yet…'. A frown grew on his face before he added. 'But I'll find out.'

That was his last thought before placing his blindfold.

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After waking up, they had explained to him that he had been out for many hours. During that time, no matter how much they called out or shook him, he didn't respond.

It was only after they had entered Diabla that they truly grew worried. Satire was performing countless spells in order to see if he would wake up, but none of them worked.

Just when they were starting to lose hope of him awakening, he awoke.

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The continent of Diabla. It's conditions were just as horrible as it sounded. The land was dry, the soil was dead, it was a wasteland as far as the eye could see.

The group who were on top of the floating platform could see large rocky booms with nothing but monsters in sight. And it wasn't your average monsters.

Satire had estimated their ranks to be B at minimum. That was just based solely on what she could see from above.

The group was currently on the look out for any settlements or villages they could find to be able to put an end to all this traveling.

"This is boring… The scenery barely changes, how big is this place?" Hexo asked whilst on the lookout.

He was seated on the edge of the platform, looking around. Shera who saw this sat beside him before replying. "Very big."

Hexo turned to her, only to find her silently gazing into the distance.

"Have you been here before?" Hexo asked.

Shera gave a slight nod. This surprised Hexo as even he hadn't been here before. What was she doing here? Although Hexo had many questions to ask, he decided to stay quiet and so, appreciated the view with her.

'Still looks boring.' He thought to himself.

John was seated in the middle of the platform. His shirt was off, and he was sweating profusely. He was repeatedly gathering his magic power and condensing it inside of him before slowly releasing it.

Training for him to practice his magic control. With how vast his mana ocean was, if he became unable to control it, then he'd blow up. Literally.

His body wouldn't be able to handle it as a vessel if it went out of control. John had put magic training aside but after the visions which he had just received, he made it a necessity.

Becoming Stronger. That was his number one objective.

Satire who was seated on the corner just observed with an amused look. The more she watched him, the more it terrified her.

Although the blindfold was concealing it, when he had lifted it, she had gotten to see first hand how much magic power he truly had.

'Unmeasurable. I couldn't tell. I'd need to move further away to picture it. From where I was standing, I was basically engulfed around it…' She thought to herself.

"How old was he again…? To be able to reach such a level at such a young age…" Her eyes dropped down in worry. "Just what could he have had to go through?"

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'Creating a dimension… What sort of image do I have to visualize for it to become possible?' John asked himself.

Currently he was by himself, sitting alone in the depths of his mind, surrounded by nothing but darkness.

What would he even picture the dimension as in the first place? Could it have been one which would make it favorable for him to fight in, or what it be one that would ship into whatever he wanted.

Before all of that, he first needed to know.

'What exactly is a dimension?'

He had so many questions that it confused him, but there was one thing he knew for sure.

'I can do it.'

John continued to focus in his meditating stance, trying to picture a transparent cube  with a completely different dimension inside. The cube needed to be big enough to fit him.

That was his first objective.

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The days passed, and John continued to train. Shera and Hexo would exchange a few words with one another whilst Satire would watch and try to imitate his method of training himself.

John hadn't moved an inch during those days. But they weren't as worried as before as this time, he had warned them beforehand.

"Look. A settlement." Said Shera as she pointed ahead.

Surprised to have heard that, Hexo quickly turned in the direction pointed before smiling with joy.

"Bro! Keep heading straight ahead, we've got one tens of miles ahead."

Joy could be seen on Satire's tired expression as she said. "Finally… We'll be able to sleep in a comfy bed and buy new clothes and some more-"

Shera covered Satire's mouth, interrupting her whilst preventing her from finishing what she was about to say.

"Mmmph!"

"Haha! For a magician you get caught by surprise rather easily don't you satire?" Hexo asked, with an amused look whilst he watched.

Everyone's mood had brightened up now that they had finally reached the resting point of their journey. They were interrupted however, as a chill was forced down their spine.

At that moment, they all quickly turned to John to confirm whether or not he was truly their. The relief on their face when they found him was something else.

"My heart nearly skipped a beat… What was that?" Satire asked.

For a moment, just a single moment, John's presence had been replaced by something incredibly sinister, something which demonic. But that seemed to only last for a split second before the presence was completely erased.

Instead, they found John stood up with his hand stretched out the Sky, brushing against the moving wind.

"Dimension Magic… Cube." He muttered.

[Dimension Magic: Dimensional Cube]

A semi-transparent cube suddenly appeared above his palm, levitating whilst the platform moved at incredible speeds.

They were shocked.

"Expand."

The cube expanded, engulfing all of them and the platform as it continued to move along.

From the inside it felt as if they were inside of a protective coating of some sort, they could no longer feel the wind pushing against them, or the heat from all the sunlight. Yet they could still see everything through the cube as if the cube was never there.

"How did you…?"

Satire was interrupted as a bright light flashed past the cube, heading in the direction of the settlement.

John turned to the light before muttering.

"We've been found.".