The book stopped glowing, but something around thou son felt different—like the world had tilted just a little. Whatever was coming next, he wasn’t ready for it.

  The lights flicker on. He sits down with the glowing book on his lap, staring at it like it's going to start talking.)

  thou son (squinting): “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got, Glowy McGlowface.”

  (He opens the book carefully. A small shiver runs through him. Like biting into cold metal. A weird sensation.)

  thou son (rubbing his chest): “Okay, creepy book just made my heart hiccup. That’s normal, right?”

  (On the first page, he notices a few sticky, half-glued-together pages.)

  thou son: “Ugh, who sealed these? A magical toddler with jam hands?”

  (He skips them. without knowing what's in it)

  thou son: “Not my business.”

  (Flips to the next readable page and begins scanning. His expression slowly morphs from boredom to sarcastic disbelief.)

  thou son (reading aloud): “...thousand years of research… magic for the common man… ancestral universities?”

  (Pauses.)

  (His eyes dart around like he’s on a hidden camera show.)

  thou son: “Wait a second… this isn’t some sleazy trick book—this thing’s real! This book is actually real!”

  (His voice cracks mid-laugh, eyes gleaming like a kid who just found a dragon egg in a cereal box.)

  (He flips more pages, instead, the text seems serious. Ancient. Meticulous. Real.)

  thou son (gulping): “Wait… this isn’t a prank, is it?”

  (He leans back, eyes wide.)

  the books inner voice "Seriously? he missed the most important part because the first page was stuck? Nice job, thou son… real genius move."

  "Heart thumping like a drum, he flipped through the pages with the excitement of a kid in a candy store" then try every spell in the book like shown in movies.

  "Right then," he muttered, cracking his knuckles like a wizard from the movies. “Spell Number One: Flamma Dominaris.”

  but nothing happened.

  He raised a chicken feather he stole from a street vendor as his fantasy collection (because he couldn’t find a wand) and pointed it at the wall like he meant business.

  "By the power of—uh—fire or whatever... ignite!"

  Nothing.

  He coughed. The feather drooped.

  He tried again, louder. "FLAMMA DOMINARIS!"

  The room stayed very much unignited, except for his neighbor banging on the wall yelling, “Shut up, lunatic!”

  Unfazed, Thou son flipped pages. The next ritual involved powdered moonstone, elder root, and a drop of unicorn saliva.

  “Well that’s oddly specific,” he muttered, then rubbed his nose like he could manifest unicorns by sneezing.

  Instead, he poured glitter, toothpaste, and a spoonful of cough syrup into a mug, stirred it with a pencil, and chanted, “Reveal the Ancient!”

  The book blinked.

  Then sneezed.

  Confused but committed, he tried the “Ritual of Ethereal Flames,” substituting every required item with household junk:

  Wand? A spaghetti stick.

  Magic Circle? Drawn in ketchup.

  Robe of Purity? His mom’s bath towel with a suspicious stain.

  “Spirits of flame, accept this offering and burn bright!”

  Poof.

  His left sock combusted.

  The right one stayed untouched. Balanced, like all things should be.

  it worked! it worked ! he shouted in panic of fire. " i know this book was real deal . that bestowed by heavens (now fell from surrounding buildings ) for my years of prayers and curses to gods."

  from the corner of the window his sister observes him and laughing like , she watching a comedy show of a freak. But only problem is ,it went full night .

  In the morning after a couple hours of sleep , he went straight to his sister to snatch.

  After a couple hours of snoring like a dying engine, Thou Son jolted awake—like a man reborn with a singular, noble mission: rob his sister’s piggy bank.

  Creeping down the hall like a cartoon burglar (minus the mask), he tiptoed into his sister's room, reached for the glittery pink pig, and—

  "Caught you, scoundrel!" she yelled, already holding her phone like she was about to record Season 2 of The Witch Idiot Returns.

  He froze mid-heist, hand still stuffed inside the piggy’s behind. “It’s not what it looks like,” he said, clearly doing what it looked like.

  Meanwhile, across the house, doom thundered closer—Dad.

  Thou Son’s heart sank. His room was still a magical warzone, haven't cleaned his room from last night. he - " shit! i forgot" , " sis please help me".

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  Thou Son darted out, tiptoed to the corridor like a nervous crab. The room was still a disaster from last night’s magical meltdown—pages torn, candle wax spilled, chalk circles on the floor that seemed ritual sacrifice more than science project.

  “Where is your brother?!” their father bellowed.

  i don't know. she said.

  Father grumbled curses about raising lunatics, never even seeing Thou Son crouched behind the shoe rack like a soggy sandwich. Then he slammed the door and left for work.

  Thou Son exhaled.

  Later, still holding the mysterious book like it was the key to a secret world, he presented it to his sister with a dramatic flair.

  “I swear, it’s real. Look at this—spells, instructions, even a warning label! This thing’s not a joke!”

  She glanced at it, unimpressed.

  “Yeah, I watched your one-man circus from the window last night. You looked like a wizard who forgot his brain.”

  Reluctantly, she touched the book at that moment, even she felt a sensation in her spin , but it was mild.

  She blinked. Hid the jolt behind a scoff. “Old junk,” she muttered, flipping it open with forced nonchalance.

  But her fingers trembled slightly. thinks something is in the book feel real.

  Wand Preparation: First-Time Bound Task – See Previous Page.

  Her eyes narrowed. Carefully, almost fearfully, she peeled back the sticky flap on the previous page—like uncovering a trap. The paper underneath was smooth, untouched. And completely… blank.

  “What the hell?”

  She tilted the page toward the light. 'Nothing its an empty page'.

  Thou Son stepped beside her, frowning. Then his eyes widened.

  “Wait—I can see something.”

  Glowing, cryptic text shimmered into view—visible only to him. His throat dried as he read aloud:

  “To the chosen successor: This page is bound by ancestral seal. Only you may read it.”

  “The following timetable must be completed to the second. Failure means termination. Repeating—failure is death.”

  a sudden Silence occupied the room , their faces became pale.

  Even the walls seemed to listen.

  His sister’s voice cracked the air: “Death?! What kind of book did you bring into this house?!”

  Thou Son’s heart thundered.

  A hidden page. A cursed task. A countdown he couldn’t see.

  Sleep still clung to their eyes when the numbers appeared—“40:12:36.” Two days. That was it.

  Thou Son’s hands trembled. “Is it… counting down?”

  th..th..the time , its only shows 40 hours ....means...thou son said

  sister - means you wasted 8hrs dancing like a lunatic last night ...

  His sister blinked, the fear cutting through her drowsiness like ice.

  They exchanged a glance—no more jokes, no more curiosity. Just dread.

  A chill ran down their spines. The book wasn’t silent anymore. It was watching.

  Failure meant death.

  And the clock had already started.

  She thwacked him on the head.

  "auch , auch....that really hearts" he said.

  “Bravo, idiot! You’ve officially outdone yourself—two days till death! What’s next, summoning Satan for snacks?” she replied.

  come don't waste remaining time.

  Page 3: “WAND PREPARATIONS”

  Step 1: Find the root of a centuries-old tree—wide trunk, long limbs.

  Step 2: Add saliva, blood, or hair of a magical or ancient beast.

  Step 3: Mix in your own blood, hair, and saliva.

  Step 4: Let the root grow—fused with both lives—for one day at the average temperature of you and the beast.

  They blinked. Then blinked again.

  “What the hell is this? Gardening with blood sacrifices?” Thou Son muttered.

  His sister’s hands trembled as she turned the page, eyes darting. “This isn’t a spell book. This is a cursed cookbook.”

  The book, almost kindly, had simplified it all—no riddles, no cryptic poetry. Just four steps. Dead simple.

  Too simple.

  Which made it worse.

  Because someone out there clearly didn’t expect them to survive.

  Chinni crossed her arms. “Fine. I’ll give back your pocket money that Dad cancelled.”

  thou son 'smirked'. “Great. I’ll take yours too.”

  Her eyes flared.

  “I need more money. Wand-making isn’t a charity. only a expert of lifetime experience in witch studies can make it" .'who' she said

  he with conning face ,"obviously its me ",“I’m broke." ,“You’ve got thirty thousand saved in that dumb stuffed unicorn.”

  She gasped. “You went through my things?”

  “I live here, genius.” he said.

  She sighed. “Fine. But I’m coming with you. This is my investment now.”

  thou son flipped to the wand-making instructions. “We need roots from a centuries-old tree... Ginkgo... at the Gu Guanyin Temple in China.”

  Chinni grinned. “We’ll drag Fan xi. Just don’t tell him everything.”

  “He’s easy,” thou son muttered, already dialing. “Hey, Fan Xi—you free?”

  “Kind of. What’s up?”

  “China. Temple. Old tree. I’ll buy you a drink.”

  There was a pause. Then fan xi said, “Say no more. When do we leave?”

  thou son hung up and looked at sister(QI Ni). “Man’s loyalty runs on soda and snacks.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Perfect. We’re robbing ancient trees with a booze addict and an idiot.”

  “Correction,” thou said. “A magical wizard, now.”

  The Gu Guanyin Temple rose like a timeless giant—arched gates, ancient stones, and the kind of silence that felt sacred.

  fan xi looked around, unimpressed. “Okay… why are we here again? When did you become a nature freak?”

  thou son just smiled—too calm, too quiet. That sly glint in his eyes? Trouble was brewing.

  fan xi narrowed his gaze. “What are you up to this time? This isn’t the kind of place you play Pokémon Go in, you know.”

  thou son casually meandered, pretending to study the architecture like a confused archaeologist, then shot a subtle signal to Chinni.

  sister grinned. “ fan brother ,here, your drink.” She handed over a Red Bull.

  fan blinked. “Wait—Red Bull?” He glanced at thou, who winked and vanished behind a tree.

  “Every. Damn. Time,” fan xi muttered, sipping the can with the dignity of a betrayed gentleman.

  A few minutes later, Qi ni and fan were admiring the serene view—until they spotted thou half-buried under a massive ancient tree, digging like a squirrel on espresso.

  “What the hell—?!” fan gasped, instinctively standing in front of him. “Bro, this place has security! Cameras!”

  thou popped up. “Do you want the drink or not?”

  They bickered while hiding dirt like criminals at a temple picnic.

  “This time it’s real. I’ll actually buy you a drink. Promise,” thou said, hand over heart like a saint.

  fan xi raised an eyebrow. “You swear?”

  “On your Red Bull.”

  “…Deal.”

  They shared snacks and drinks like innocent tourists. But while Vamsi sipped, thou son slipped away, whispering to a shady museum manager in the corner and discreetly slipping him a few folded bills.

  “Brothers!” Qi Ni waved. “Let’s go!”

  “Yeah, let’s,” fan said. “But no more funny business, alright?”

  “Of course,” thou son grinned way too wide to be innocent.

  Their next stop was a dim hall filled with exotic reptiles. fan xi was busy admiring a glowing gecko when thou stared—entranced—at a massive three-headed cobra behind the glass.

  Moments later, another handshake with the manager… and a small sealed box changed hands.

  As they walked out, fan xi spotted the smug faces of the siblings.

  “Okay, seriously. What’s in the box?”

  “It’s a surprise,” thou winked.

  Back home, curiosity won. fan xi cracked it open.

  Three snake heads hissed.

  “AAAAARGH!”

  thou scratched his head. “I... may have forgotten to mention that part.”

  Vamsi didn’t speak. He just beat thou like a rented tabla.

  “@#%$! Ow! I’m sorry! he says after he took beating.

  fan crossed his arms, glaring. “What are you up to, you crazy idiot?”

  thou just smirked. “I’ll tell you after six days.”

  fan rolled his eyes so hard they nearly popped out. “You and your witch-fantasy dreams. You’re so childish, man. Play your little games—I’m out.”

  And with that, he stomped off like a disappointed parent.

  Later, back home...

  thou was already dragging Chinni through the local market.

  “We need an incubator,” he muttered, eyes scanning the shelves.

  QI Ni raised an eyebrow. “Why? Are we hatching chickens now?”

  “No,” he said, deadly serious. “We’re growing wands.”

  She blinked. “Wands? Plural?”

  “Yes. Let’s make two. One for me... and one for you".