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[Day 9]
Sigh…
Day 9, huh.
We are halfway through the second week of my second life, and I am here, enclosed inside a cave, fearful of the beasts outside, while battling against the wind.
What a second life this is.
But this is the second life I fought and agonized to keep living.
I have grown a bit accustod to things never going fine.
Since my first life…
If people tell you that life is easy, they are filthy liars.
Life is never easy, not even in a second life filled with cheat abilities.
Life always finds a way… to fuck you over.
It is like a cosmic truth.
Never anything will go your way.
Maybe so things might align with what you plan, but life is so filled with many unpredictable changes that you will never know what is next.
The only thing you can do is always be prepared.
My father always taught this.
I took it to my heart.
I always prepared several steps ahead of anything.
My sister often told that I should relax a bit, that I should be more carefree.
That life was not always trying to tornt you, that you simply had to enjoy the present a bit.
I tried to do a bit of what she said… I really did.
I went to the snow with her and her family.
It was actually nice.
But when I went skiing… I realized that I was taking things too lightly.
A giant mass of snow appeared right before my back at that ti.
The despair and fear I felt then were… srizing.
I still feel it, actually, it is deep within my heart.
It fuels with the intent of being cautious.
But even if I am cautious, will I still get sowhere?
Even when you are cautious, life is filled with many things you do not even understand nor know.
Or things that you cannot even predict correctly.
Even with a System, I often feel hopeless.
I am alone in this ice world.
No one here to give a hand.
Only and the beasts outside.
I have beco a beast.
I have to be like a beast and hunt.
I have to prepare for hunting better and keep hunting.
This is… life in its most primordial state.
I really do not bla my sister for anything, do not get wrong.
I still believe she was a bit right.
I love her… and I hope she is fine.
I miss my father too… and my mother.
Even as a grown-ass man, I still love my parents, I do not know why that would be a bad thing.
I was a human, after all, I have emotions, and made bonds, so why wouldn't I miss my god damn family?
I was not a lifeless, emotionless husk nor an edgy kid, I already got through such a pace.
At the very least I try to be cheerful to fill my life with so… well, life.
But I died.
I am no longer from Earth.
I ca to this… whatever this world is, and I am here being an ice dragon.
I have to fill myself with the resolve to keep living this life that has been horrible so far.
I know that, just like my sister once said, there are things in life that you can enjoy and that can make you happy.
I want to find them.
I will take your words to my heart, Emily.
I conjure an ice knife.
The mana particles begin to transform into hard and pure ice, harder than before.
It seems that as I keep conjuring this ice knife, it keeps getting harder and harder.
At first, it got shattered the mont it fell into the floor, but now, it seems to be able to scratch stone a bit.
As the ice knife is about to be completely ford, I imdiately start the conjuration of the wind magic.
I have no way of speaking and I can only release so growls out of my mouth, so I cannot chant, the way I use magic is simply by putting my intent and imagination into the magic, projecting what I imagine into existence.
Affinities co into place in this stage of magic conjuration.
If you have an affinity to so magic, the elent will easily obey you, and you will have an easier ti creating what you project…
I project a strong gust of wind that flows straight from my direction, forcing the knife to fly into the target I want.
The mana turns into the formless and transparent wind.
Poof!
It flows everywhere, I failed.
Again.
I conjure the knife.
As it slowly begins to materialize, I conjure the wind.
Poof.
It failed.
Again.
I conjure the knife, and as it materializes, I conjure the wind to make it flow.
Poof.
It failed.
Again.
I conjure the knife, it materializes, I conjure the wind, it explodes.
Again.
Ice knife, wind, explodes.
Again.
Ice knife, wind, explodes.
Again.
Ice knife, wind, explodes.
Again.
Ice knife, wind, explodes.
Again…
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[Day 10]
I conjure an Ice Knife.
The particles of mana begin to materialize into ice, taking the shape I had in mind.
As the knife is about to materialize completely, I conjure a gust of winds.
The particles of mana begin to transform into the formless and colorless wind.
I put my intent into moving in the direction I want.
I begin to flow around, spiraling.
It is going to fail…
But I keep putting my intent into it.
Suddenly, I find sothing odd.
Why is it spiraling?
The wind never… did that before.
Suddenly, a realization cos to mind.
The wind does not flow the way I want because it is shapeless.
It ans that when I release it, it is like a wave that goes everywhere.
To effectively use it, I have to shape the wind and make it flow in the direction.
I shape the wind like a spiral and then, it spirals constantly straight towards a wall in front of .
It carries the ice knife with it.
Clash!
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I… did it.
I am speechless, my eyes seem to not believe what I just did.
The knife has not even fallen from the rock yet, it tightly stuck on it, it penetrated the rock itself a few centiters… just how… hard is this ice?
I… actually did it.
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