Under the ruins of a chapel turned into a simple home with a kitchen, indoor plumbing, and more utilities, a young man sat on a chair while reading a book. A small orb of light floated behind him, giving him ample lighting as he read the book's contents. Magic was more complex compared to those available in-game. 

'While I can perfectly cast all the spells on the base version of the games, the others...' Chanting words of power from the book, an orb of magicka formed on his hand before hitting a potted mushroom. 

The mushroom glowed as magicka bathed the fungus and it started to grow. 

Pop!

 Fungal debri launched itself everywhere as the spell failed. 

"Attempt 23 for Mytocurgy is a failure," A nearby quill danced across the parchment of a nearby tome. "I said the required chants, yet it still failed. Magicka must have been too much," 

Sadly, the perfect casting method only works for the effects learnable in the game. Things such as Mytocurgy, the manipulation of fungi used by the Telvanni is a more complex combination of Restoration and Alteration. My mastery of destruction and Alteration, allows me to.

'I can summon any amount of Daedra but the challenge will be with binding a new one.' Lowering the book, the young man pressed the book back on the shelf before closing the shelf and locking it with a master-level locking spell. 

"Stay and protect the house," 

"Yes, my lord." A humanoid creature dressed in full plate armor around 6 feet tall replied with a bow. "Stay safe," 

A portal of light formed in front of the young man. "Are those words true or a lie?" The moment he got near the portal, the young man's form disappeared.

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First-person P.o.V.: The Archmage from another world

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Life sucks! All my spells unrelated to the ones you can learn in-game are difficult to cast. When they say that even after hundreds of lifetimes you can't achieve TRUE mastery of magic. 

That's why I somehow was able to contract with several dead beings from the numerous realms of the dead. 

-Savos Aren, the Dunmer archmage of the college of Winterhold during 4E 201 and a master of wards praised by the Telvanni Wizard-lord Neloth

-Vanus Galerion, who was bored in his heaven, decided to reach out and even contacted me. A Master of Destruction magic. I mean this guy was captured during ESO's main quest to create a massive Black Anchor to suck Tamriel to Coldharbour in hours instead of a few months and while still weakened. 

-Archmage Hannibal Traven, the archmage of the Mage Guild and the Arcane University as of the Oblivion Crisis. 

The Three archmages of three different games and eras. I can call upon them as much as I want. Vanus Galerion is a bit annoying but he's a good teacher and knowing why he made the Mages guild made me like him more. 

'Your studies are going well,' Hannibal Traven, said as he stood by my side. Floated is the right term since he is a construct only I can see. Sure, I can cast spells from the games without problem but the upper mysteries and knowledge in magic as a whole? I'm a novice in all aspects of the scholastic aspects. 

Sure, I can use an unrelenting force powerful enough to level buildings but a true master with powerful insight and knowledge in using the Thu'um can level entire entire rows of buildings. According to the book, Children of the Sky, ancient tongues form the shape of a wedge to blow open gatehouses. 

Dragon priests in-game are possibly weaker than their lore counterparts. The greatest of them, Vahlok the Jailor, once dueled the first Dragonborn, Miraak the traitor, and their battle resulted in the island of Solstheim being sundered from Mainlan Skyrim. 

I can focus on using the Thu'um but having a higher mastery of it will slowly stop me from speaking properly. The greybeards with a single whisper shook the entirety of High Wrothgar and they are only mortals. How about those blessed with the dragon's blood who can learn to shout on an instinctual level?  

Compared to magic, the Thu'um or shouts alter the song of reality by forcing your will into it. It is more powerful compared to magic and even more convenient but learning it requires months to years of meditation to learn a single word. 

In Skyrim, my Dragonborn is already a master of Destruction and already legendary 2 in Alteration. Altering reality can be as easy as changing stone to precious metals and vice versa. I can turn regular water into ice by altering the temperature of the water to negative values and I can also turn a regular cup of water into having a temperature of over 100 degrees Celsius.

Conjuration is much more complicated. I can create a link to Oblivion by forming a 'crack' to summon Daedra here, but the problem is, I might accidentally break the Liminal barriers between dimensions and cause an Oblivion crisis or Planemeld. If that happens an invasion from the immortal forces of Oblivion will be inevitable... hell, I think some gods here might just do something drastic for fun. 

"Oh, it's you! Bell's Familia member!" 

"Hello, Syr, Bell's in the dungeon, and if you want to buy his bathwater I'll sell it to you for 10 million Vallis," Wait, why are you looking so interested!? 

"Hm, can I get a discount?" 

"Uhm... sure? How about 8 Million?" Holy shit is she serious? Her eyes are too sharp for this! Hey, Miss Elf by her side, stop her! 

"That's too much!" 

"I was just joking..." The gray-haired maid pouted while leaning in. Was she that serious about the kid? Well, may luck be by his side. Because I will NOT get in the way between him and the women fighting over him. "Anyway, what's up? What are you two doing out here?" 

"Mama Mia sent the two of us to buy some groceries! What about you?" 

"Just wandering around. I have barely anything to do and I don't want to spend the rest of my career coming in and out of the Dungeon." I can nuke the dungeon with some spells amplified by a restoration-looped fortify destruction potion. Sadly, doing that harms my plans for the long term. "I'll be heading to the safe floor tomorrow, I have some deliveries to make." 

"But you're just a level one!" Syr said in a tone that sounded like worry. 

"I have my ways!" Well, I am a powerful Archmage through cheats. I can turn myself invisible, teleport there, etc. but they do not need to know that. I could probably rearrange the dungeon and make it non-hostile to everyone but why would I do that? There's no benefit for me to do so. 

After all, I am not a good person. I only do things that benefit me, my family, and my friends. The rest can burn in hell or something. Not my problem. 

"Speaking of which, I can do you a favor but you have to spread the word that I am enchanting equipment for a price," I said to her. "As long as the favor doesn't harm anyone I care about." 

"What are you planning?" The elf said, standing in front of the waitress.

"Offering a partnership. I help your friend get together with Bell and she'll help me,"  I can see it now, future gremlins to explo- experi- spoil... gray-haired red-eyed babies. 

"Stop trying to drag Syr into your antics," 

"Nope! Anyway, I have to go. If you girls see the kid, say that I'm still alive... probably," I still need to get back on studying how to make those stupidly cool Telvanni Mushroom towers. 

"Take care, Ren!"

Man, Syr is such a sweet girl. I hope your hunt for a boyfriend goes well. 

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, buy some things to help my research in the magical arts. Magic is OP baby! The people in this world rely too much on the magic gained through the divine blessings of the gods. Sure, they are powerful in their own way but they are too by your personality and so many people are too lazy to learn magic the regular way. I'm an exception, I inherited my game characters' skills. 

Waving goodbye to the waitress with hints of Divinity, I set my sights on my target. A compass enchanted with powerful clairvoyance similar to Jack Sparrow's compass led the way for me: my target, a location deep underground in the city's sewers. 

Numerous plant-like serpentine creatures poked their heads but it was no use. I can see their true bodies. 

"Gol Hah Dov!" Earth, Mind, and Dragon. Three words of power spoken in the ancient language of the dragons capable of bending the minds of divine entities like dragons. A single sentence is enough for a tongue like me. 

"My knowledge in the Thu'um is not as strong as a regular Dragonborn," A lone plant-like head slowly lowered its head onto my hand, similar to a purring cat. Choosing the next spell, I wrapped magicka around my hand and used it like a glove before gently pulling my hand away as a soft orb appeared in my hand—the soul of the monster. 

"Terror is my blade, let all those who fall in my gaze be frozen in time. The form of stone shall you take as I echo the myth of this poor maiden defiled by a deity of the sea," Activating the prototype spell, Magicka from the realms of Aetherious saturating my body and focused on my eyes. "Gorgon's gaze," The plant-like monsters slowly turned to stones. A spell capable of transmitting flesh into stone just by sight alone, taking longer the higher a creature's resistance to magic is. 

A normal mage wouldn't be able to cast or maintain this for long but with my enchantments. and nigh-infinite amount of Magicka. Horrible stone statues of serpentine plant-like monsters illuminated by balls of pure light prepared remotely formed cracks. In less than a few seconds, the stone statues shattered, leaving around a hefty amount of plant innards and stench of death and decay. 

"Ugh, gross! I guess the spell isn't complete yet. It should have turned them completely into stone. Huh, why am I flying and why does my body hurt?

Shit... I missed one! 

Teeth as large as swords pierced my sides. A regular adventurer would have been torn to shreds but my Shield enchantments lowered the damage enough for me to still be alive and feel the pain. 

I'm losing my mind!

It hurts! 

It hurts! 

It fucking hurts!

Gathering as much Magicka as I can, I focused on forming lightning as fast as I could. You want to eat me?! Then eat this!

Millions of volts danced and coursed on my body, generating enough heat to instantly vaporize the head of the snake-like monster. Bad idea! I can feel the blood loss hit me! Shit! Shit! Turning my Magicka into soft healing light, I can feel my wounds close! Oh god! It hurts even more! 

"Ziil Los Dii Du!" Reality shook and rewrote itself in response to my shout. The shout once created and used by the first Dragonborn, Miraak the traitor of the Dragon Cult, to devour the souls of dragons, healing his form. Enough souls are nearby and numerous orbs composed of souls entered my mouth. I can feel my wounds disappear with an almost-pleasant feeling. 

"Okay, next time... let's wear the constant Health regeneration rings with the shield ones... Ow,"