Bibilotheca Basileus

I placed two gold coins on top of mom's eyes and set the corpse on the funeral pyre.

Now I alone remained as the last of Pharaoh Ptolemy I Soter's bloodline.

Glory to the pharaoh, I guess.

Here I am Ptolemy I Eumenes all alone in this world, last of the royal line of ptolemy that even had blood relations with Alexander the great himself.

I often asked mom why she named me after two of Alexander's generals. Especially those two who were known for opposing each other. I get that we were descended from Ptolemy hence the name Ptolemy but why include even the name of that man's enemy.

It sounds stupid.

"Don't ask dumb questions"

Replied my mother Arsinoe, a witch and seer.

Although the seer part is debatable.

"Someone with the destiny to become a king must have an equally grand name."

See I told you that the part about her being a seer was debatable, Didn't I?

Me, a bookworm becoming a king? Yeah right whichever country accepts me as it's king will certainly fall into ruin. I mean barring my appearance which could count as majestic and divine I had nothing to my name.

No glory, no achievement, nothing. Only an idiot would accept me as a king.

Okay I might know a lot of magic, scratch that according to my mother my magic has reached the domain of gods.

Like hell it did.

Mom probably never saw gods in action that's why she thinks that I am so good.

I mean she never goes outside this island where only we two live aside from our magical beasts and golems.

Really sometimes I doubt whether I was cursed or blessed at reincarnation or not.

As a bookworm and an otaku both mother and son became NEET in this isolated island of ours.

And barring my reality marble we practically had no assets or anything to our name.

Even my reality marble was just an over glorified information archive.

Basically a library, an over glorified mind palace which I can manifest into reality, something that takes all my knowledge and manifests miracle out of it while disregarding the law of equivalent exchange.

Something that was sealing designation worthy if I had been born in nasuverse but nothing grand compared to the mages of this world.

By this world I mean here the age of the gods is still ongoing.

If someone is lucky they might even get a glimpse of these heretic gods.

On the contrary, I didn't care at all.

As I never intend to go outside this island if necessary.

Creating magecraft and magic spells and spending my daily days reading books is all I cared about.

Although puberty is going to be hard for me.

I guess I will simply spend my puberty meditating and practicing prana bindu and senjutsu is the way to go.

Might as well brush up my martial arts by shadow boxing as well.

Bajiquan and breathing techniques for the win.

Oh what I wouldn't give for a planetarium and an observatory in this island.

Wait, why not build one with magic.

Stupid , stupid, stupid.

Yosh, let's just do that.

Let's do some rituals as well.

There's one i can do right now.

One that let's me speak the language of the snakes.

Yep mom's books mention a ritual that invokes Asclepius as a presiding deity and lets one become a parseltongue. However this is no harry potter world if the nature of magic were to be considered so they won't be screaming dark or evil.

Probably.

Meh, even if they do, who cares. It's not like I ever cared for what others thought of me.

Even though mom always insisted I dress up properly as someone of my stature and carried on my royal etiquettes.

Honestly I am fed up with walking with a book on top of my head and balancing it without the book falling off.

Breathing and walking had been far easier, maybe because I was born with natural and perfect breathing and walking, so all other eastern mysticism had been far easier.

While at this might as well breed a basilisk and turn it into a familiar.

Does that make me the resident "Herpo the Foul" of this universe.

Like hell it does.

The Dakiniten witchcraft that mom and that Zola woman practices makes the practitioner nearly immortal and unaging.

Hadn't mom been cursed by a deity of all things she would have lived for thousands of years.

Mom was over a hundred years old when she had me and she made her point clear if it wasn't for the fact she was cursed by an angelic deity whom she personally sealed she would have lived several hundred more. It was precisely because she knew she was dying that she had me.

Someone to carry on her legacy, her wealth of wisdom.

Only to have a bookworm like me to reincarnate as her son.

Part of my magical education covered all well known myths and spells related to angels.

Mother was obsessed with making me a scholar that had well founded knowledge regarding them.

Personally I preferred a holistic approach that is kabbalah, numerology, astrology, golemency and geomancy.

Both jewish and christian mysticism were covered due to this approach of mine.

Although my mother considered other parts unnecessary, she insisted that I focus on angelic lores and mysticisms related to them.

As for our family, we focused on Greko-Roman magic. With Egyptian magic as an addition.

When I showed mom the High Speed divine Words that I had recreated by pronouncing the name and concepts related to deities in the most ancient hellenestic and coptic scripts she nearly had a heart attack.

She kept screaming how I was invoking divine authorities on a micro scale and kept insisting that such things should not be possible for mortals.

Okay I get that Medea and Circe had semi divine ancestry and all that but we too were the descendents of mother earth goddesses. So why on earth was she panicking about it?

Besides, one necessarily doesn't need to be of divine descent to pronounce divine words, it just makes it easier to connect with the world and order the world to mold spells on your behalf.

Honestly mom was being silly.

"Ἑστία"

With a simple divine word that invoked Hestia for a calm fire the funeral pyre was set on fire.

I watched as her remains turned to ash and then proceeded to collect her ash in an urn.

It was inevitable.

It was nothing short of a miracle that she lived this long despite bearing such a strong curse.

Now I decided to perform some experiments that mom would deem to be dangerous for me.

Like modifying my body through magecraft and rituals and if possible forging mystic eyes.

First let's become a parselmouth.

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Please leave your comments and power stones. They motivate me.

More comments mean more updates.

Tried another magus type fic. However unlike the fake solomon this one is motivated and hardworking. This one doesn't have any cheats or systems. Just a reality marble he developed due to his immense love for books modeled after a canon noble phantasm

And doesn't letcher around girls. Just want to read books, that's all.

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