Finally, after completing and achieving my goal of 100% efficiency, I deactivated the virtual laboratory and stood up from the chair, a sense of accomplishnt pulsing through every fiber of my being. I gathered the books scattered across the table and returned them to the shelf, carefully placing each one in its rightful spot. Everything was now organized, ready for the next step. I walked to the center of the room and gave a ntal command.
"Transfer the alphabet with 100% efficiency to my mind."
["Beep!"]
In an instant, I felt my mind flood with information. It was as if every letter, every detail, every nuance of the magical language had been imprinted directly into my being. The refined tone, the perfect cadence—it all felt natural, as though I had been practicing for years, as though I had been born speaking this language. It was surreal.
I raised my hand with a hint of excitent and spoke the words in the language of magic.
"Reveal yourself."
A hum cut through the air, reverberating throughout the room. The entire space trembled slightly, and then my eyes lit up intensely. In the air, glowing particles began to appear, floating in all directions. Tiny luminous energy particles danced around , as if the world itself were responding to my command.
"So, this is magic?" I whispered, a smile forming on my face as I watched the spectacle unfold before . But the most incredible part was that I felt no fatigue or pain. This small enchantnt, one of the few described in the literacy book, seed to consu almost none of my mind’s energy.
I let out a nearly incredulous laugh. "Holy shit, I’m amazing!" I walked over to the window, feeling a new kind of euphoria. Outside, the vast forest stretched endlessly, now covered with energy particles as well. But these weren’t just luminous; there were brown, green, red particles—colors representing different elents. It was like seeing a new world, hidden in plain sight.
["Beep!"]
The laboratory’s voice interrupted my admiration.
["A minor error has been detected in the host’s thought process!"]
I frowned. "What? What do you an by error?" I asked ntally, already feeling a spark of curiosity and concern.
The laboratory responded thodically, as always:
["According to the logic of the book stored in my database, it should not be possible for a Level 0 acolyte to cast basic enchantnts like this without suffering severe side effects."]
I crossed my arms, thoughtful. "I know. That’s why I’m celebrating." A smile returned to my face. "Maybe I’m the only one capable of such a feat. These basic enchantnts, like spells, only beco viable without major damage starting at Level 1. After all, ntal energy isn’t a great energy source; that’s why mages use spiritual energy."
An idea began to form, sothing revolutionary. My eyes glead, this ti with excitent. "Maybe... I just opened a new branch of magic?"
But I quickly shook my head, correcting myself. "No... I didn’t create anything new or discover sothing unprecedented. I just maximized the alphabet. I’m sure I can speak magical words faster and more precisely..."
Suddenly, a new possibility took shape in my mind. "Holy shit! Does this an I can cast spells almost instantly? Maybe, in the future, when I reach Level 2 or 3, it’ll only take a few seconds to cast truly powerful spells!"
"Now, let’s move on to the main course."
With a determined smile, I walked toward the table. The glowing potion containing the ditation technique awaited , and I knew I was about to take another decisive step toward the strength I so desired. I sat in the chair, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. The energy particles, once visible to my eyes, now beca subtle sensations throughout my body. If I wanted to see them again, I would just need to access the virtual laboratory, but now wasn’t the ti.
I opened my eyes, extended my right hand, and picked up the potion vial. With my left hand, I removed the wooden cork.
"Pop~~"
The soft sound echoed as I uncorked the bottle. I tilted it slightly to catch the scent of the liquid, but there was none. "No sll?" I thought, shrugging. Without hesitation, I tilted the bottle and drank its contents in one gulp, feeling the cold liquid spread through my body.
The sensation was imdiate. An intense cold spread through my chest, climbing up to my head. Suddenly, a throbbing pain struck , like an electric current burning through my brain.
"Ugh~~"
With a groan, I grabbed my head with both hands as new information was forcibly inserted into my mind. It wasn’t like learning sothing slowly; it was as if an entire library had been dumped directly into my brain.
Then, the words appeared, clear and crisp:
["Elental ditation Technique!"]
The pain began to subside, though I still felt groggy, as if my mind were overloaded. I took a few deep breaths to stabilize myself and murmured firmly:
"Activate virtual laboratory."
The environnt around disappeared in an instant, and once again, I found myself floating in the digital void of the laboratory.
["Virtual laboratory successfully activated!"]
Still feeling a slight buzzing in my mind, I gave another command. "Create a folder."
["Beep!"]
["Folder successfully created!"]
"Rena this folder to: Elental ditation Technique for Acolytes."
["Folder renad!"]
"Now, transfer all the ditation technique information from my mind to this folder."
["Information successfully transferred!"]
I crossed my arms, staring at the digital void surrounding . "Now, based on this information, create holograms of myself and begin practicing the technique, following the step-by-step instructions."
The laboratory began to vibrate, and identical holograms of myself appeared all around. Each one sat in a lotus position, crossing their legs and closing their eyes. I observed closely as they began their practice.
The elental ditation techniques, as the na suggested, were basic practices for acolytes. They vaguely resembled the Buddhist ditations from my previous world, but here, there was a supernatural elent that made them unique.
Each hologram was attempting to create magical codes in their hearts. The veins connected to the organ needed to be filled with magical letters, as if intricate runes were being carved into living flesh. The more precise and nurous the codes, the more energy the heart could generate, transforming it into a sort of magical battery.
The practice was divided into four levels:
Level 0 Acolyte – The ability to study magical letters.
Level 1 Acolyte – Inscribe 10 magical codes in the heart, transforming it into a small magical energy battery.
Level 2 Acolyte – Etch 20 magical codes into each hemisphere of the brain, turning it into a second battery.
Level 3 Acolyte – Inscribe magical codes into all the bones of the body, along with other unclear requirents.
The speed and precision required to inscribe these codes depended entirely on the acolyte’s talent. This explained why individuals with greater aptitude progressed much faster. I observed the holograms attempting, failing, so even suffering severe damage from inscribing incorrect codes without the necessary precision.
An acolyte with a sun-level talent could reach Level 1 in just five or six days. A moon-level acolyte would take 15 to 20 days. Acolytes with three, two, or one-star talents would take progressively longer, even several years.
As I watched the holograms, the complexity of this technique beca increasingly clear. I understood why instructors so heavily favored talented acolytes—guiding soone with superior aptitude was a unique opportunity to shape a powerful mage in their own image.
"Do these rules apply to ? Hahaha!"
Without hesitation, I moved my hand to the side, and the holograms disappeared like digital dust. I closed my eyes briefly, reflecting on the diocrity I had just witnessed. "Practices designed to accommodate diocrity… what a waste."
I opened my eyes and, with a clear voice, issued the next command:
"Rewrite this ditation technique using my magical literacy, which is stored in the Magical Alphabet folder."
["Beep!"]
["Executing command..."]
Before , the virtual world erupted into activity. Lines of code intertwined, data floated, and holographic diagrams ford and vanished as the laboratory processed the task. I crossed my arms again, allowing a cold smile to surface.
"Only a fool would practice this diocre technique. It was designed so that any idiot could understand it, but I’m not just anyone. With the magical letters and numbers I’ve perfected earlier, this technique can be entirely transford."
My reasoning was clear: precise and complex codes would yield far superior results, even if they were impossible for other acolytes.
After a few minutes of processing, the laboratory announced:
["Command completed!"]
["Technique successfully rewritten!"]
I smirked slightly, but I wasn’t satisfied yet. "It’s not over..." I murmured, raising my arms, palms facing forward.
"Now, based on the size and proportions of my internal organs, update this technique. Remove all standard information created based on the generic bodies of the mages who designed it."
["Beep!"]
The screens and holograms resud their chaotic dance before . I knew this step was necessary. Generic techniques might work for most people, but they would never reach their peak for soone like . To maximize efficiency, my technique had to be tailored to the extre—even to the exact proportions of my heart, brain, and bones.
After several more adjustnts and refinents, the system announced:
["Technique refined and personalized successfully!"]
I extended my hand as if holding the very result in my grasp and issued another command:
"Save this information in the folder I created monts ago!"
["Information successfully saved!"]
Satisfied with the progress, I allowed the virtual environnt to fall silent for a few seconds. I observed the void around , but I knew what was coming next.
"Now, begin emulating this technique with holograms," I commanded firmly. "I want absolute perfection in the practice. I will accept nothing less. Emulate everything, record every error, correct every flaw. When I attempt this technique with my real body, I want it to feel as if I’ve walked this path thousands of tis."
["Beep!"]
The void of the laboratory trembled. Thousands of holograms began appearing in every direction, each one a version of myself. Each hologram sat in a lotus position, eyes closed, but their movents were ticulous and varied, exploring different ways to apply the technique.
I watched as holograms failed, so disintegrating into digital dust as errors were corrected. Every trial and error was a step toward perfection. The practice was relentless, and the laboratory recorded every improvent with precision.
I crossed my arms, watching the organized chaos unfold before . "No matter how long this takes here... When I leave this laboratory, my progress will be unstoppable."
My eyes glimred for a mont. "I am not like the others. To , limits are rely suggestions."
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