My name is Rob Lucci.
I am 28 years old.
My house is located in the northeast district of Ravnica, where all the villas are, and I am not married.
I work as an employee in a department store and I go home every day no later than 8 PM.
I don't smoke, but I do drink alcohol sometimes.
I go to bed at 11 PM and make sure to sleep for eight hours, no matter what. After drinking a glass of warm milk and doing about twenty minutes of stretching before going to bed, I generally have no trouble sleeping until morning.
Like a baby, I wake up without fatigue or stress.
I was told there were no problems during my last check-up.
I'm trying to explain that I am someone who aspires to a peaceful life.
I make sure not to burden myself with enemies, like victory or defeat, that could keep me up at night.
This is how I behave in society, and I know that this is what makes me happy. Even if I had to fight, I wouldn't lose to anyone.
But in my double life, I am a reincarnated being who came into the world of Magic: The Gathering after traversing an absolute void for an indefinite period.
Five spheres of different colors broke my monotony.
The white sphere embodies the principles of morality and order.
The green sphere embodies the principles of instinct and interdependence estimations.
The red sphere embodies the principles of impulse and chaos.
The blue sphere embodies the concepts of logic and technology.
And the black sphere embodies the principles of free will and amorality.
It was then that my two hands were heading towards two different spheres.
The blue one in the front and the black one in the back, they remind me of the man I used to be.
A man who perceives rationality and frankness.
A man who does not imagine the world differently from what it is.
He accepts the repugnant truths without wasting (too many) resources to deny them, nor does he angrily break things while accepting them. On the contrary, a man who knows how to react to the situation.
Blue also shares with Black a vision of self-determination.
The two colors unequivocally assert that everyone forges their own life.
The alliance between Blue and Black arises from mutual utility, where the lack of trust does not hinder either of the two colors.
I was a man of science and I made a living from the patents of my inventions.
I once played Magic: The Gathering card games with colleagues; the game didn't particularly hook me, but the lore and the stories in the books fascinated me, especially the plane of Kaladesh where magic was studied as a natural phenomenon to build technological wonders like automatons, skyships, and other artifact-creatures of the plane powered by refined ether.
These artifacts are built as much for their beauty as for their function.
A world that all robotics enthusiasts would like to visit.
Unfortunately, I landed on Ravnica, a charming and diverse place but still inferior to the landscape of Kaladesh.
I absolutely want to visit Kaladesh since I arrived in this world, it's my obsession; however, misfortune follows me because I am not a planeswalker and Ravnica is isolated from other planes.
But I am a scientist!
Men do not pity themselves because they lack wings to fly; rather, they channel that frustration to dissect the workings of the world and create airplanes.
That's exactly what I'm going to do, I plan to steal the planeswalker spark from this Ral Zarek.
He is the only planeswalker I know on this plane, so I used my knowledge of this world to disrupt the plans of the dragon Nicol Bolas and distract him while I got my hands on Ral Zarek.
I could finally leave this plane and visit Kaladesh.
Rob Lucci: "Mhh, I sense a presence following me, it seems like one of these guys doesn't trust me."
But well, in the Dimir house, trust and honesty are rare, everyone uses each other for their own goals.
But fortunately, when I arrived in this world, I didn't just receive blue and black mana; I also obtained a precious tool.
Rob Lucci enters an alley and says
"Tusk Act 3 opens a black hole"
Tusk: "chumimi~in"
A creature suddenly appears.
A human form, with the head embedded in its body and three sharp spikes below the ends of each of its triangular feet, as well as two others on its small disc-shaped hands.
On his dark spherical shoulders, he wears the thick outline of a star; and from his upper lip to the back of his head, a large blade-like protrusion similar to a Mohawk.
Then nothing, both had disappeared.
Etrata: "How is that possible? He just passed through there and there's no trace of any spell."
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.
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The realm of ideas, that's what I call my power, it's a space where science and imagination become one.
I can test and build anything there and get all the information I want about how a phenomenon works.
But it comes at a cost.
the more powerful and omnipotent what I want to build is, the longer I will have to stay inside it, and the longer I stay within this domain, the crazier and more unsympathetic I become.
My human brain cannot bear the infinity of knowledge that traverses my synapses.
Lovecraft once said:
"What, in my opinion, pure mercy in this world, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all that it contains.
We live on an island of placid ignorance, amidst the dark oceans of infinity, and we were not destined for long voyages.
The sciences, each of which tends in a particular direction, have not harmed us too much until now; but a day will come when the synthesis of these dissociated pieces of knowledge will open terrifying perspectives on reality and the dreadful place we occupy within it; then this revelation will drive us mad, unless we flee from this fatal clarity to take refuge in the peace and security of a new age of darkness."
That's exactly how I feel every time I use my power for too long.
I have the impression that if I abuse it, I will gradually become a caricature of a mad scientist.
That's why I became an expert in blue and black magic, only Lazav can match me.
Thanks to my mind control magic, I can repair my mind shattered by my own power and avoid madness.
I finally arrive at my humble abode well-equipped; it's good to be the favorite of the guild master, but it also attracts jealousy.
I eliminated thirteen assassins this week, my physical abilities are far superior to any human's, I could easily break a neck or pierce a chest, but the real danger is the spells which are very unpredictable.
Fortunately, I am even more so thanks to my two creations: Tusk, which can go up to Act 4, and Soft and Wet, which can use rotation.
These two have the ability to nullify all the defenses of their targets and finish them off without them understanding what's happening, it works every time.
Rob Lucci: "Tusk, make me some spaghetti, and you, Soft and Wet, prepare my bath."
And yes, I can also ask them to do that.
I undress and enter the water, it wasn't just to clean myself but also to heal after building two stands so powerful that my brain was greatly damaged and I still have aftereffects.
I channel my blue mana into the soapy water and let it penetrate every pore of my skin to purify myself, my meditation lasts several dozen minutes before I come out.
I'm wearing more casual clothes and my spaghetti dish.
Tomorrow I have a big day ahead of me. I'm not on a mission at the moment, but I do have a job, so I have to get up early.
I blow out the candles and get ready for bed.
Lucci: "good night, children."
Tusk: "chumimi~in"
Soft and wet: "bubble
Morning
After opening his eyes, Rob had already realized that his mind was in a better state, but that there was a scar-like gap in his consciousness.
What's more, he felt a subtle, ethereal connection between himself and his black-and-blue mana.
This led Rob to wonder if he could become a planeswalker-like or god-like existence one day.
Perhaps that was still the price of Transmigration?
Rob couldn't help frowning.
Naturally, he hated his spiritual state, but with too little information at his disposal, he didn't know what was happening to him, so he decided not to act hastily.
I don't know the precise chronology of this plan, but I do know that Nicol Bolas' ultimate goal is to regain his ancient divine powers as a planeswalker.
And to do this, he will gather as many powerful planeswalkers as he can on this plane, and then tackle their planeswalker sparks.
Maybe I shouldn't have rushed things so much, I've got a mana mastery worthy of a guild master, but against a planeswalker who's the most powerful sorcerer in the Multiverse I'm not worth much, and even more so against a thousand-year-old dragon sorcerer.
I wonder if this choice was influenced by my ability, after all, I sometimes suppress part of my memory when I leave the realm of ideas,
When I'm in that realm, my intellects approach omiscience, but when I return to my mortal body, my brain erases much of the stored information.
So maybe the omniscient self has come up with a strategy to reach my goal and I've self-medicated myself to act in haste.
It's a solid theory, I really need to increase the power of my blue and black mana it's the only way to better exploit the realm of ideas without going mad but my body has reached its limits, it's such a shame if only I had a planeswalker spark.
I've got to get to work, it'll clear my head.
Rob finally decides to get ready and get going. He's dressed in a light suit, with a dark tie adorned with a column of skull emblems with straight cat ears.
He traversed streets immense not only in size but also in remarkable condition.
The cobbled roads were wide, clean and incredibly smooth.
Every house, even those closest to the industrial canals, was solidly built of sturdy stone, with smoking chimneys and sparkling windows.
Small, well-tended gardens flourished, markets flourished, guilds were bustling and bustling, Ravnica was a city that worked.
??? :"ha you've finally arrived."
Rob Lucci: "Hello, Mr. Spandam."
Spandam is the owner of the store where I work.
He's tall, has purple hair and a big black nose. Since he was mugged in the street, he's been wearing a mask over most of his face, a white shirt, a brown belt, a vest and pants, and black gloves on his hands.
I'm the one who saved him when bandits tried to rob him.
Since then, he's been very grateful to me, finding me a job and even allowing me to live in one of his apartments at a reduced rent.
I wonder how he'd react if he learned that I was the one who manipulated those thugs to attack him?
Spadam: "today desk very important people will come, they are so rich that they have privatized the store for themselves."
Lucci: "wow"
Spandam: "Exactly wow, so everything has to be perfect, it's all about the reputation of our establishment.
The other employees are already ready, you have to welcome the vip customers and respond to their requests.
I'd like to do it myself, but... You see"
Lucci: "yes, your face is now extremely unsightly".
Spandam:"..... Don't forget who feeds and houses you".
Lucci:"... For me sir you'll always be the most handsome, the tallest, the strongest, the smartest, the most ..."
Spandam: "I'd rather go to work!"
Lucci: "Looks like I'm in for an eventful day."
The hour passed until the store opened and ten minutes later a horse-drawn carriage pulled up in front of our door.
Lucci: "Madame, Monsieur, welcome to the Spandam store, I'll be your guide for the day."
Two people stepped out of the carriage, obviously high-ranking members of the Izzet League.
The limbs of both were covered in gears and steampunk technology.
"not bad" digests me
The man expressing first
"we want to look presentable for mindfire games, money is no object."