Reader Mage-Stubbing August 10! Chapter 11: 11-Essence To Being A Mage

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Merlin had never been one for rereading works he’d already devoured, but Singularity Mage became an exception. He also had no incentive to complain about that, considering a good chunk of his knowledge with magic, as well as his progress with the System, relied on the words in the novel. So, even if it would make his toes curl in frustration, he had to reread every single chapter word by word. However, that was not what soured his mood at this moment. He was seated cross-legged in the sitting room, alternating between the two tabs he had opened on his phone, his ‘mail’ tab and his ‘books’ tab, with scrutinizing gazes. Put a laser in his eyes and he might have long burnt a hole through his phone—for a good reason, though—at least to him. I knew it. I’m not crazy. It’s been three days—four days? And yet there’s no new novel in sight. Was The Sleeping Jacket pulling my legs? Merlin wasn’t certain that such was the case, though. There was not a single reason for The Sleeping Jacket to be toying with him. If there was a more plausible rationale as to why the new work was yet to be released, it would be because it had been scrapped. However, an author that had written a novel for three years, updating a chapter almost every day without fail, despite having only one reader, would never give a story up before it had had its run. A better reason would be that The Sleeping Jacket was taking his time to polish his newest work before putting it up. That was a more appropriate inference for Merlin. But he’d said he wanted to let the work flow on its own. Hmmm… Maybe he changed his mind, noticing that something could go seriously wrong if he tried that. And not all readers are forgiving. Merlin sighed and leaned back on the couch. Well, I’ll be here if it ever goes live anyway. I would be out of my mind to miss a The Sleeping Jacket update. At that moment, Nora came out of her room, and into the parlor. She was a mess, yawning, scratching her tummy listlessly, and her hair more disheveled than a mop. “You’re up early,” she said, heading to the fridge and taking out a bottle of water. Merlin just watched her with a narrowed gaze, waiting for her mind to snap back into place that they had a chain of events regarding their exercises and practice to follow this morning. And, thankfully, that happened sooner rather than later. “Wait, what’s the time?!” “It’s forty minutes past six,” Merlin replied, his brows furrowed. "You would know that if you checked your phone after waking up—” Nora spat out the water she was drinking. “Blimey! I should have known!” Should have known what exactly? “You’re never up early!” Well, that was unfair. How did that relate to what was happening now? And, besides, she was the one who was making them run late, so why did it feel like he was being blamed for the turn of events instead. “Just…hurry up,” said Merlin, too groggy to bicker. Merlin’s morning-sickness differed from the more common one. His had to do with him getting up early, which always made him even more tired than how he had been the night before. The only remedy to that was waking up by, at least, eight in the morning. And, most importantly, all this was definitely not because he was just a lazy bum. Nora, on the other hand, was scrambling about, reminding Merlin of how she usually was whenever her hair-tie went missing—courtesy of Po. Why did she even get up late today? Merlin wondered. She never wakes up late. At least, not after me. Merlin slapped his forehead and shook his head. Tsk. Stupid me. It’s obviously because of Tower Raider. He then glanced at his arm as he waited, flexing it. The pain was mostly gone now, which surprised him, to be honest. He’d been all mouth telling Janeth that he would be fine, but he had not really believed that he actually would. After all, it was not like Mages had superhuman recovery. They were still the same as anyone. And, in that regard, the only reason Merlin could think of for his fast recovery, was that the Syst