The mindfire game is a mysterious and popular game that the dragon Niv-Mizzet parun of the Izzet League inaugurates once a year, but always on a different day and in a different area.
It's up to the participants to use their ingenuity to find the place and time of the event, and to pass a series of tests until all the remaining participants face off in a final test in which they must defeat or surprise the dragon by creating an original artifact whose workings he can't explain.
This has never happened, and although everyone can take part, only those who are already close to the dragon manage to reach the final test, but fail - after all, it was Niv-Mizzet who taught them all.
A fleeting thought crossed my mind, and if I were to take part in this test, my scientific mind would bubble with excitement at these intellectual obstacles.
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Time passed as the guests moved around the store trying on various accessories.
Lucci: "Looks like this day wasn't all for nothing"
I said, clutching a piece of paper in my hands.
I snatched it from one of the vip's clothes before quickly putting it back in its place.
It was a card showing the coordinates and time of the event.
At last, the guests left happy, and I have a new goal that pushes me to excel.
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Ral Zarek: "For some time now I've had the impression that everything's going wrong, the master's plans are stagnating, it's a good thing he's busy on another level or I'd have been eaten up for incompetence by now".
Niv-Mizzet: "Zarek, are the preparations ready?"
Ral Zarek: "Yes, master, everything's in place."
Niv-Mizzet: "I hope this year things will be more interesting, I'm so bored."
Ral Zarek: "I'm sure the master's superior intellect will be satisfied."
Niv-Mizzet: "*cough* if you say so."
Ral Zarek :"~ haa I hate dragons"
"an idea comes to me master and if I participated this time?"
Niv-Mizzet: "Would you like to be a participant?"
Ral Zarek: "yes, that way we can have a teacher versus student confrontation, I'm sure my new intentions will surprise you."
Niv-Mizzet: "hahaha yes, it could be interesting, so I've decided to go to my laboratory and activate one of my clones to prepare the tests.
I'll take part in the event myself."
A great quantity of value escapes from the dragon, its silhouette getting smaller and smaller until the smoke hides everything.
A human form now stands where the dragon had been, a slim, medium-sized teenager.
His hair is light green, with white highlights. Two strands cover his face.
His skin is cracked in two places, just above his eyebrows.
"Be enthusiastic!"
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Ral Zarek: "I'm going to have to precipitate the plan, and to do that I'm going to use Niv-Mizzet, subconsciously urging him to create the object of his own destruction.
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A group of individuals Each with a wackier appearance than the next, but five people still manage to stand out.
Melek, a strange sorcerer from the Izzet League
Tibor and Lumia are the champions of the Izzet League on Ravnica. They are a
couple of archmages.
Ral Zarek, Niv-Mizzet's second-in-command
And a young man with exuberant green hair and prehistoric clothes.
In contrast, a man blends into the mass of inventors and researchers.
He's tall, dressed mainly in black, with a long coat and suit. He covers his face with a black helmet, with an opening in the middle that lets in a violet light.
A whistling sound announces the start of the test.
A whistling sound announces the start of the test.
League member Izzet: "haha say will be fun!"
A FEW MOMENTS LATER
BLITZKRIEG! BLITZKRIEG!
A cacophony of fire and lightning rained down on a miriad of robots.
Izzet's mages were sweating profusely.
"This can't go on, I'm getting tired!"
"hello sir, you don't seem to be from the same group as the others".
I turned and saw a young man with green hair.
"yes I'm new and I was attracted by these intelligence tests my name is mhh...
Bondrewd"
"well welcome Bondrewd, my name is... Senku"
BOOM!
Senku: "Oh, it's getting dangerous...
I love it!"
Ral Zarek: "I really don't see how we can pass this test. There are too many robots and each one is resistant to a specific magic, so every time we want to attack a robot, another one comes along to protect it.
Niv-Mizzet is really surpassing itself."
Senku: "I'm so proud of my clones".
Bondrewd: "Is anyone good at wind magic?"
Tibor: "I'm an expert in wind magic".
Bondrewd: "Soft and wet"
A creature appears.
It's humanoid and rather streamlined, with star-shaped shoulder pads, a simple face adorned with two equal-length protrusions on either side of the head, eyes resembling screw tips with, in place of a semblance of a mouth, a large stripe running almost to the top of the skull and starting from a symbol on the torso in the shape of a ship's anchor.
Bondrewd: "produces as many bubbles as there are robots and you, sir, move his bubbles towards the robots."
Tibor: "very well, it's quite simple".
A light breeze rises and carries the bubbles towards the robots, then seems to pass through their battleship.
Bondrewd held out his hand as if he had a detonator with him.
Bondrewd: "explosion !".
BOOM !! BOOM !! BOOM !!
The dust settled and where before there had been an army of invisible robots, now there was nothing but debris and spare parts.
The dust settled and where before there had been an army of invisible robots, now there was nothing but debris and spare parts.
Bondrewd: "And that's it, thank you for your collaboration dear colleague."
Tibor: "oh haha with pleasure".
An ancient, mystical voice echoes through the room as it changes.
"welcome to the final test, for this last test you'll have to create a brand new invention to be judged by guild master Niv-Mizzet.
The winner will be rewarded with ten artifacts to choose from in the great dragon gallery.
Let the game begin! "
A path appeared in front of each remaining participant, and all entered.
On the walls hung innumerable tools and resources for construction, and on the ceiling a large clock showed the time remaining.
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Numbers danced in front of me.
Codes rained down.
Behind the deep black background, many bright numbers danced.
Damn, I'm having deja vu.
Although I'd seen it many times, my feelings for it were rekindled each time.
It was a dream I forgot when I opened my eyes. Striking scenes, never seen before, would come back to my mind, followed, quickly, by things about a man...
"...! "
As I had imagined, it was the vague image of a man against a desolate backdrop.
It was a man demanding something with intensity.
Dressed in a white smock and with his hair a mess, this man stretched out his hands, almost crazed, screaming with such intensity that he wanted to tear his throat out.
Yet nothing was heard. I... I heard nothing. His words never reached me.
Yet I know he was screaming.
That was all there was.
That's all I know.
But why... why did my chest tighten every time I witnessed this scene? It was as if I'd forgotten something.
I should be able to understand after so many rehearsals.
Yet, although I was aware that I had forgotten something, I had no idea what it was.
I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, remember what I'd forgotten.
So I watched my dream, desperately looking for the details of the dream when I could clear up my doubts.
I would keep searching until I found a convincing invention.
And now, at last, I've figured out a lot of things.
Only recently did I discover that the man was wearing a white coat and had disheveled hair. It took me many attempts to make sense of it, so vague was this dream.
So this time, I observed what the man was saying and shouting.
Of course, I couldn't hear what he was saying, but when we make a sound, our mouths move accordingly.
Most of the time, our mouths and jaws take on different shapes depending on the vowels or the volume of our voice.
Although the technique of lip-reading exists, most people, even without having learned it, would observe the movements of the speaker's mouth as they listen.
This would unconsciously correct the words they hear. My observation was similar.
Without blinking, I concentrated on the silent cries.
Everything...
Is...
In...
Place.
All in place.
"huh?"
As I read the man's lips, I frowned, slightly surprised.
Why does my chest hurt so much...Closing my eyes, I thought to myself as I pressed against my aching chest.
The man in front of me called out again, "Rob the mirror spell on Ral Zarek, we need it for the plan!"
That man was me, I remembered part of my memories.
I couldn't remember everything I did in the realm of ideas, so I printed videos in my own eyes to gradually recover the construction diagrams of my artificial planeswalker spark.
Everything I've done has been aimed not at stealing Ral Zarek's spark but at copying the workings of his soul, and to do that I needed to use the mirror spell on him without attracting his distrust.
It's a very difficult obscure spell that requires the target to be close to the mirror. But when the spell is triggered, the mirror creates a clone identical to the target, from memory to soul.
Bondrewd: "HAHA HAHAHA! it's a fabulous plan Ho thanks me!!! Thanks for being so perceptive. "
I frantically collect objects to create a mirror and then pour my obscure black magic over it.
"it's done! "
CLING! CLING! CLING!
"the time has come for my ascent. "
Each came out of his tunnel with an object hidden under a sheet.
The dragon Niv-Mizzet sat at the top of the stairs, his clawed hand holding his chin in a thoughtful pose.
One by one, the participants presented their creations to the dragon and he tried to dissect them.
Thanks to his vast experience in the sciences, he managed to understand the workings of the others' creations, until there was just me and Senku left.
He steps forward and holds out a ring of some kind.
The dragon caught him and had been examining him for ten minutes, then spoke
"I don't understand."
Senku: "Hey, it's normal, I'm a GENIUS!"
The young man grows and transforms into a dragon.
Lumia: "Niv-Mizzet!?"
Melek: "Did you know Ral Zarek?"
Ral Zarek: "yes, the master needed to be entertained"
he says, a sly smile on his face as he stares at the artifact created by Niv-Mizzet.
"an object capable of deceiving the most intelligent dragon in Ravnica, created by himself, that's really fun."
Bondrewd: "looks like it's my turn"
I approach with my mirror and say
"for my presentation I'll need a volunteer mmh you!"
I point my finger at Ral Zarek, who looks at me with doubt and hesitation.
Niv-Mizzet: "do the Zarek, I like this boy and the robot he invoked was a fabulous creation.
I can't wait to see what new boy you've created."
Ral Zarek steps forward and I place the mirror in front of him, feeling the magic restructure subtly.
Bondrewd: "It's over! "
Niv-Mizzet: "I've figured out what it is, it's a miniature cloner that doesn't need a vat or genetic material.
It's an artifact that could be very useful for members of my guild.
Haha Boy, how about joining me as my personal apprentice? "
This dragon's insight is terrifying and his intelligence is truly remarkable, but fortunately he hasn't understood the main purpose of copying the soul.
I don't mind accepting his proposal, after all, House Dimir infiltrates all the guilds.
Bondrewd: "It will be an honor, sir, but I'll have to go away for a long time, but when I come back I'll gladly put myself under your tutelage."
Niv-Mizzet :"So I'll be waiting for you"
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And so the Mizzet game came to an end, the winner being Senku, who turned out to be Niv-Mizzet himself.
Everyone left satisfied, the dragon was entertained, Ral Zarek pushed Niv-Mizzet to create an object that could deceive him, the other participants learned new ways of using technology and I'm about to become a planeswalker.