Wish upon the Stars chapter 1155 (Patreon)

“I can’t help you with that,” my teacher told me bluntly after I explained my problem to him. I froze. I hadn’t expected that. I’d figured he would be excited by the challenge, especially with the contribution points to smooth things over.

“If this is about payment,” I started, scrounging for an alternative. Did I have anything else the professor wanted? I was a decent Mythcrafter by this point, and getting better by the day, but I didn’t have the theoretical foundation to manage something this complicated. The interaction between the two Domains, the ancient drained artifact, and the Nine Phoenix Template needed to be machined to a nearly infinitesimal precision. I had zero hope of doing it alone.

He sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t mean I WON’T help you, kid. I mean I CAN’T. Your proposal is fascinating, don’t get me wrong. But it’s got no theoretical grounding. I wouldn’t even know where to start. Your demon’s unique attribute, the inverted object, the anchoring mechanism, not to mention the unique nature of the totem you’re attempting to make. It’s like trying to stitch together a masterwork painting from scraps of other canvases. It’s MUCH harder than painting it yourself.”

“So…it’s not possible,” I said, slumping back onto the couch. “If you can’t do it…”

“I didn’t say that,” he snapped. “There’s just too many variables. Hell, I could probably manage if I had a bit of experience with even half those factors. Though I’m guessing you don’t have and drained remnants of ancient deities perfectly attuned to phoenixes lying around for me to experiment with.”

I froze. Because…I did have one of those. In fact, I hadn’t really found a USE for it since I had finished using it to craft my Cosmic Phoenix bloodline. “Would something like a sword made from a phoenix feather formerly imbued with hostile worldforce that I cleansed work?”

He turned to stare at me. “Explain,” he said slowly.

So I did. I told him about Drexel, about cleansing the feather with Atlas’s ritual, about using the Cosmic Phoenix flame to create a template and then refine my bloodline, and how I still had it just kind of…lying around.

Because of the suppression in the chasm for who knew how long, mixed with the purification, the Cosmic Phoenix feather sword was about peak C-rank or low B-rank at this point. It used to be much more powerful, but a large portion of that power had been worldforce I’d wiped out, and it hadn’t been able to recover more than a bit of its former strength.

“What is your life?” he complained. “I’m a literal god and I don’t run into so many good things. A Cosmic Phoenix feather? One that perfectly complements your body tempering technique? Do you know how RARE those are? People LITERALLY compare rare things to phoenix feathers as a godsdamned idiom!”

I shrugged. “I mean, there are a lot of universes out there, I’m sure they’re not that rare.”

“And you think ALL universes have spatial phoenixes as their creation event?” he asked dryly. “Kid, you literally have a Domain. You know that gods evolve them into realms, which can evolve into planes. How many gods do you know whose Domain is founded on something like phoenix fire? And how many of those do you think make it to Overgod or Worldgod? Beyond that, phoenixes are adaptive. A space attribute phoenix needs to be exposed to an extremely overbearing spatial terrain, and those aren’t common in almost ANY universe.”

I thought about the chasm, but I realized by now that my universe wasn’t exactly standard. It wasn’t some super special unique snowflake world, but there were quite a few rarities tucked under the hood of my little corner of the sky.

Deciding it would be faster, I just withdrew the feather, setting it down on the table with a clank. The item was still in the shape of a sword, having been forged into that form by Drexel presumably. I didn’t really use those, and I’d been considering giving it to Callie to see what the Vault might do to it, but this seemed like a more urgent use, sadly.

He reached down, picking it up gingerly. “And you said you already have a matching template and bloodline?”

“Yeah, I deduced it myself,” I said proudly. “You think that’ll help?”

“I do,” he said with a thoughtful nod. “I can use it to map the interaction between the artifact, your bloodline, and the timepiece. It should allow me to model a projected design outcome for the new template. You’ll need to curate it carefully to make sure it fits the mechanism. We need to ensure that object, timepiece, and template are all perfectly aligned. Especially if you plant to build in an anchor point for other mechanisms like last time.”

Grinning sheepishly, I shrugged. “I mean…I kind of was. I’d have three of them now. Or at least, Life Nova basically counts. I might need to anchor the template there when I design my timepiece for that one. But that leaves me with a need for a matching demon to use as a baseline. Mephistopheles fit the ruin phoenix well enough for us to brute force it, but this seems like it’ll be more delicate.”

“Your Waltz should do,” he said with a shrug. “It has flame and space attributes. That should be plenty to work from.” He nodded as if he was solidifying his idea. “Yes. With a stable template to reverse engineer, a similar object to map the trajectories, and a trial run with all the necessary attributes, I believe I can come up with something.”

“Will the one hundred contribution points be enough?” I asked worriedly. “Wouldn’t this be two research projects?”

He waved his hand dismissively. “Prototyping is a part of development. Upgrading your Waltz should be within bounds, considering we won’t need to apply for too many materials for the work. Not NONE, mind you, but the ones I need will be reusable. I suspect a quantum state multiplier would be helpful here. Temporal resonance stabilizers for the chronoflow inducers…” he trailed off, clearly noting my blank look even through my mask. 

“There are tools that can aid in Mythcrafting,” he said dryly. “Shortcuts and analysis devices that can streamline the creation process. I didn’t apply for any of them last time, because quite frankly your other projects didn’t warrant the expense. Contribution points don’t go on trees. But with an actual project budget, we can afford to be a bit extravagant, and especially if we’re planning to complete two such fascinating constructions before the finals, we will most likely need it. You DO want them done by the finals, I assume?”

I consulted my instincts, knowing they wouldn’t steer me wrong. “Yes,” I said after a brief consideration. “By the finals is important.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Must you rely on base instinctive divination in my presence? You could at least pretend to think critically. Allegra is a terrible influence. But no matter. You’ve stated the projected timeline, and we shall simply soldier on.” He picked up the feather sword. “I assume you won’t mind me holding onto this? I need to take some readings. I’ll also need to examine YOU to establish baseline parameters related to your cosmic bloodline.”

I nodded dazedly, but in my head, I was already all but blazing with excitement. Mephisto’s Waltz was one of my earlier creations, but its use had somewhat waned over time. It was based on one of my mother’s techniques, actually, and had been the first one I’d created when she explained technique creation to me years ago.

Sadly, over time, I had sort of left it in the dust. Teleportation through flame became more difficult as I arrived in more weighty places with higher Impact. The Waltz used Mephistopheles’s destructive flames to essentially destroy the space between the start and end of my movement. It was powerful, but also inelegant, and it got harder the further I went.

But this…this could be a game changer. The Cosmic Phoenix bloodline was one of my most powerful and mysterious. It had strange interactions with space that even the Dean considered interesting. Imagining what a….a Cosmic Waltz would be capable of left me almost shivering with anticipation. Not to mention possible combinations with my other phoenix template demons, because this would mark several of them.

Professor Hawkins was looking at me with an amused smirk, but he didn’t make any comments about my obvious enthusiasm. I supposed he was used to seeing this from students. “Sure,” I told him as I passed the blade over. “I’ll leave it with you tonight and head back over tomorrow for the testing. How do I transfer you the contribution points?”

“You don’t,” he said bluntly. “You’re not a postgraduate student or a faculty member. You can’t HAVE contribution points. Dean Harper will be holding them in trust, and I’ll contact him to retrieve them. It’s functionally the same process as you transferring them yourself, but there’s no real mechanism for students to accrue contribution points. The instances of it happening are rare enough we’ve never seen the need to formalize it, and when it does the student in question mostly redeems them on the project in question.”

I shrugged. “Fair enough, I trust you to make it happen.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. “I suspect you don’t realize the value of what you’ve offered, or you wouldn’t be quite so cavalier. But in this case your trust is not misplaced. In fact, allowing me to fund the project will have benefits. My faculty access is far greater than most. If you had to put a title on it, you would probably call me an advanced professor. I get preferential deals on certain project assets and have access to locations and devices other faculty do not. Ones you would be unable to avail yourself of had you a way to directly fund this project.”

“Well, I appreciate it,” I told him respectfully. “I appreciate all the help you’ve given me.”

“It is in my own best interest,” he shrugged dismissively. “You present several unique research opportunities. Assisting you is simply the most efficient way to gain further access to those potential benefits in a timely manner.”

“Timely manner,” I said with a chuckle. “Was that a joke?”

He glowered at me. “It was not. I do not make puns. They’re the lowest form of humor. Regardless, you may leave. I have an artifact to study and preliminary plans to make. My designs will no doubt require revision once we’ve completed the tests, but having a baseline will help me prioritize the most necessary tests and minimize waste. We only have so many contribution points to spend, and two iterations to complete with them. Best to maximize resources.”

He’s already seen my process up close, so he had more than enough knowledge of how my designs worked to begin the process on his own. I nodded gratefully and turned to leave, ready to head off and tell Callie the project was go.

“Oh, and make sure to bring your wife with you for the testing,” he said lazily without looking up. “I’ll sign off on an entrance pass. If she’s going to be constructing the anchor material for the second iteration, I’ll need to analyze her ability and how it works on similar objects. It would behoove us to start the process early.”

Huh, apparently I was going to get to see the inversion of the feather after all. I couldn’t wait to see what that ended up being. Maybe Callie could use it for her research while she still had access. It should be an interesting application of space, and might help her draw the attention of some of her department’s professors. I couldn’t wait to tell her all about this. My next few months were going to be both busy and exciting.