Once upon a time there was a big who couldn't store any mana because the mana channels in his body remained open. So even if he could gather mana it would just leak out
Doctors told him to give up.
Scientist racked their brains and found a way. All the mana channels which were open were closed except hands. This allowed them to decrease the loss of mana
The a theory came up. Because his mana vessel is small the mana he produces flows outside the body
But his size was average but there was a small hole near his core. And in his intestines. The holes were patched by surgery. But mana this time just passed through instead of collecting itself in the core.
There is a common solution. If a person can use mana thread. Then they can just weave an yarn ball of mana. Dissolving it when needed. This method worked at first but humans produce mana everyday. So it would fill the core once again and causing excess loss while controlling the mana yarn.
But for his bane he had a special boon. He could feel the mana in the air. As he released mana he saw a cloud of gas emitting mana from his body. When he saw others he either saw them as hollow or he saw them with the color of their cores. For different people use different strategies for mana management.
While he used. Mana yarn. Some use mana sand. Giving mana sand like properties. Just just kept mana as is. And some were unaware if they had mana or not.
In a city where mana is common. Most of the people can use mana. That's why there are bullies everywhere. But to put them in place there are eyes everywhere. Many think that it's creepy that these eyes (cameras, CCTV) follow our every movement.
But it helps defenseless like us to stay without fear.
Through academics he was admitted in the prosperous Wilcoxin academy. And was admitted in the dormitory.
Literally any other year would have been fine.
But that day there were two people admitted. One of them a professor and a student. Both of them had become insanely popular. And attracted negative attention.
On the students first day his room was found rigged with enough explosives to blow the rooms besides it too.
I talked with the new student and he seemed to be a good but chaotic person. His name is Jay Garrick.
On his first day he was bullied by Jared who was the third head secretary executive's son. So he had a lot of influence in the noble society and the dormitory.
But he openly challenged Jared and even extorted from him. This made him a lot famous.
He is in my class. Regarding magi tech he seems to have a hard time understanding the topic. And it is common for students outside the capital especially under enemy influence.
There has been rumors that he has met the third head. And Sir Phoenix calls himself his brother.
Enough about him.
Let me start my story once again.
My name is Ren Spengler.
I am a student with mana leakage syndrome. My condition has left many people stunned. But I persevere through it.
I study in Wilcoxin institute. Under the information technology course.
My daily life is filled with AI, Mana computing, Data handling and analysis.
AND I can see mana form. One day I met a person named Jay Garrick and I was fascinated on how he kept his mana.
His mana seemed like it was spread out throughout his entire body and not a single leakage through the channels.
Except for brain and phallus and heart mana covers his entire body. And that too an incredible amount.
My life has become much smoother and my dreams one day might be true even if the world ends I'll die happy at least.. I've always wished for a girlfriend but no one would accept a defective piece over everyone else. .
Today something weird happened.
All of us were summoned in yhr faith and were told to perfectly code and replicate the formula.
While the other halves were sent as technical support team.
And the most elite students were sent somewhere unknown.
They have recently increased productions for androids of the military class. Rather than economy class which serve the citizens.
Androids, power armors, they've sped up the research and development on new weapons
I have but a simple feeling. Something is about to happen isn't it.
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Diary report 142.
This is Dick Gunshoe today I am investigating the disappearance of three. When I took the case I was kicked to the curb and suspended but I will still continue the case on my own.
At first it was just my duty to return them to their families. But now I've grown more curious as to why things have gone down as they have.
All the noise and anger has died down after their disappearance. I've tried to contact the parents of Jay Garrick. But they've refused to talk with me. After his disappearance it seems that they've haven't even left their house aside from refilling their goods and groceries.
Regarding Jane Orson she is an orphan. So she doesn't have anyone. And people barely noticed that she was gone.
Lastlly Hector. His case is most curious. A student with exemplary grades and graduated out of the most prestigious university in the world. He received many awards over the years. His disappearance has left the most impact.
It's never good to go alone. So I've got another retired officer who was ready to cooperate with me. Even though retired his skills and experience are still first class and relevant.
AND as much as I want to make pinboards trying to connect all the dots. They just make for physical visible evidence which can be used against us. So no boards. If I write anything it's going to be burned at the end of the session.
Because investigators often make this huge mistake of leaving evidence of their insubordination behind. Get caught red handed. So no pinboards, no recordings and until evidence confirmation no photos or videos.
There is one place which was suspicious. The warehouse where Orson was spotted. A drone had supposedly taken the photo. And it was uploaded to social media.
Under the title
Nepo baby getting military protection.
It went viral as she did look the part. But someone then commented and rectified the entire truth.
I checked the account and tried to contact him and he even gave the location where he was shooting.
It was a place away from existing pollution. Where the drone flyer was trying to capture some videos or spot some animals in the wild that's when he saw the military vehicles and saw the girl. And he was curious so he followed her with the drone. And he got quite far to discover an abondined warehouse. Where the girl was headed. But he couldn't pry further because the guards saw the drone and shot it down.
Angered by this he put it up on social media. With now the location discovered. It was time to scout the location ourselves.
Though the location is in the middle of nowhere. And within a radius of 5 km there isn't a single town or village.
I was discussing our plans when I received an anonymous text.
The message said.
I happen to overhear your plan. That warehouse is where they are. But if you scout it now. It will bring a wrench in my plans.
I'll give the message and also provide you the opportunity to storm in and get back the respect you rightfully deserve.
The message had no contact address nor a location or an ip address it was just sent from someone unknown.
Even if I want to divulge my entire time to this case. I also have a duty to feed my family. So I am working part time as an cashier to atleast secure some funds.
Why am I so obsessed with this case. At first it just felt like a normal missing persons case. Which I was assigned to. Any leads I had dug up ended up in dead ends.
For all of them. So this was declared as a cold case by the superiors. But when one lead was discovered. Things had changed.
AND my detective's intuition tells me that this is something I should definitely pursue. An inner feeling to be honest.
It even made me chuckle for I have worked with logic and reasoning in every case. To now work on just a feeling.