While I was in the middle of my peculiar teaching thod, I felt a faint pulse in my mind—a familiar and technological presence invading my train of thought.
["Emulation complete!"]
The cold, precise voice of the virtual lab echoed in my mind, followed by another ssage.
["Shall I transmit the information?"]
I sighed in relief, letting a satisfied smile creep onto my face. "Finally," I thought. I had been waiting for this for hours. However, I controlled my excitent and continued playing my role as Mary’s teacher.
The lesson proceeded as planned until the agreed-upon ti ca to an end. I carefully placed Mary on the floor and stood up from the chair, straightening my posture. "Alright, ti’s up. Keep at it, and you’ll understand the entire magical alphabet within a few weeks."
She, completely exhausted, collapsed onto the bed nearby. With her face flushed and an expression that mixed frustration and embarrassnt, she grabbed a pillow and pressed it against her face. Her muffled voice escaped in a cry: "Go away! I... I need to be alone to process this situation..."
I couldn’t help it. A loud, genuine laugh escaped . "AHAHAHAHA!" I bowed, finding her reaction extrely comical. After pulling myself together, I straightened my clothes and, before leaving, said casually: "Tomorrow we have another lesson, get ready to swallow my cock with your delicate virgin anus."
As soon as I closed her bedroom door behind , I found myself standing in the empty hallway. My own room was directly across from hers, and with a fluid motion, I unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Closing the door behind , I leaned against it for a mont, letting the calm of my personal space wash over . That’s when I issued the ntal command. "Transfer the information!"
["Beep!"]
["Transferring..."]
Suddenly, a torrent of knowledge flooded into my mind, like a river overflowing its banks. It wasn’t just raw information—it was artificial experience, a simulation generated by the lab to make feel as if I had lived through the learning process myself.
The impact was imdiate and overwhelming. A sudden wave of nausea hit , and I felt an intense urge to vomit. Clenching my eyes shut, I took deep breaths and focused on stabilizing my body and mind. After a few monts of controlled breathing, the nausea began to subside.
I rubbed my temples, feeling the pressure ease little by little. "So, I just need to inscribe these codes in the magical language onto my body to level up?"
When I reopened my eyes, a 3D image began forming in my mind. It was a model of the heart codes, with intricate patterns spinning and intertwining in a srizing display. The complexity was staggering; a single mistake in their construction could prove fatal.
The patterns were like infinite mazes, yet, thanks to the lab, I understood them completely. I knew that ordinary acolytes would take days, if not weeks, to begin grasping even a single code. But with my technological advantage, all of this had been processed within hours.
"At this pace... I could easily be compared to a five-star acolyte," I estimated with a hint of pride.
The first code appeared clearly in my mind. It resembled an incomplete "Z," missing the vertical line in the center. It was adorned with minuscule patterns and intricate helices, so complex they could make soone dizzy just by staring at them.
I exhaled deeply, feeling ready for the next step. "It’s ti to begin," I thought.
With a smooth motion, I sat on the floor of my room, crossing my legs in a ditative position. Closing my eyes, I allowed my breathing to slow and fall into a steady rhythm. The world around began to fade, replaced by the vision of my inner self.
Gradually, the image of my inner self took shape in my mind, and the first organ I focused on was the heart.
It was srizing. My human heart pulsed rhythmically, contracting and relaxing like a flawless machine. Thick veins and arteries extended from it, carrying blood to every corner of my body. It was like a miniature universe, tirelessly working, vital to my existence. The dark red hue of the muscular walls glead peculiarly under the light emanating from my inner vision. Each beat echoed within , marking the ti I had to inscribe the code before the strain beca too great.
Carefully, I pinpointed the main vein running through my heart, a critical pathway for blood flow. "There," I thought, identifying the exact spot where the first code would be inscribed.
With unwavering focus, I began engraving the magical code onto one of the heart’s veins. The intricate and precise magical letters started forming like marks of fire. The first symbol, resembling the incomplete "Z" with its complex patterns, glowed like molten lava as I etched it in place.
The pain ca in a crushing wave, burning from the inside out. It felt as though my heart was being consud by an internal fla, but there was no room for hesitation. I had anticipated this. Thanks to the artificial simulations from the lab, I had "lived" this mont countless tis, enough to make it feel almost routine, almost predictable.
"Endure," I murmured to myself, feeling my heartbeat falter as the pain radiated up my spine and into my limbs. Each pulse seed to amplify the discomfort, but the lab had prepared . I followed the pre-programd sensations, pressing forward without hesitation.
After what felt like both a second and an eternity, the first code was complete. I felt a faint, distinct pulse in my heart, as if it were assimilating the newly engraved symbol.
Suddenly, the environnt around changed. Bright lights began to appear in the room, spinning rapidly around . The lights felt alive, pulsing in sync with the engraved code. They danced in circles before, one by one, diving into my body. The intense glow vanished, and the room returned to normal.
My eyelids flew open with a start, and I took a deep breath, the exhaustion weighing on like a heavy cloak. My body was drained, but at the sa ti, sothing within felt different. The elental ditation technique had worked its magic.
"Virtual lab, generate a report," I commanded ntally, my voice confident yet tinged with fatigue.
["Technical Report: Analysis of the Effects of Elental ditation Technique – Heart Coding as a Spiritual Energy Generator"]
["Effect Analysis."]
["The single code engraved on the heart triggered a faint vibration in the practitioner’s energy matrix."]
["The heart began emitting small waves of spiritual energy at a dium frequency (35 Hz on the ethereal spectrum)."]
["The practitioner will experience a permanent increase in spiritual power and a centralized warmth in the chest."]
["Host vitality increased by 0.05 points."]
["Energy Production."]
["The spiritual path has been added to your status."]
["Your spiritual power has increased by 0.1 points."]
["With only one code, the heart’s capacity to act as a generator was activated inefficiently. The spiritual energy production was minimal, with uneven and unstable flows."]
["Output is at 5% of the estimated potential of a functional spiritual generator."]
["Spiritual flows are insufficient to support complex spells or sustain prolonged magical states."]
["Side Effects"]
["The engraved code exerted excessive pressure on the heart’s energy channels due to the lack of complentary scripts."]
["Brief episodes of spiritual arrhythmia (rhythmic instability in the energy flow)."]
["The host experienced natural exhaustion after 4 hours of continuous technique usage."]
["Single Code Evaluation"]
["The engraved code was identified as a basic line of spiritual structuring."]
["Primary Function: Catalyze the conversion of vital energy into spiritual energy."]
["Critical Limitation: Without additional codes for stabilization, the generator cannot store surplus energy or manage complex energy flows."]
["Operational Recomndations"]
["To stabilize the spiritual generator, at least 9 additional codes must be engraved onto the heart. Each code must be calibrated for specific functions, such as storage, regulation, and control."]
I smiled despite my exhaustion. "So that’s it," I murmured to myself.
"ditation techniques," I thought, reflecting on the results. "There’s no doubt they are cultivation thods designed for Mages. The primary goal of this technique is to increase spiritual strength by turning the body into a small magical generator, but the vitality boost is an interesting bonus."
I ran my fingers across my forehead, massaging my temples as I absorbed the information. "Spiritual strength directly impacts my stats. And now, after practicing this technique, my vitality has begun to surpass my previous limit!"
"According to the data, sleeping imdiately after ditation maximizes its effects... So, it’s only fair to take advantage of this opportunity," I thought, removing my outer garnts and lying down on the bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, exhaustion overwheld , and I slipped into a deep, rejuvenating sleep.
Several hours later.
["Beep!"]
["Beep!"]
["The alarm is ringing!"]
The lab’s voice echoed in my mind, pulling from the comfort of sleep. "Is it already the ti I set the alarm for? Ti really does fly," I murmured, opening my eyes and blinking to clear my vision.
Stretching lazily, I felt my muscles relax with the motion. The virtual lab’s clock read 5:30. "Alright, ti to get back to work." I completed my basic morning routine and soon headed to Miguel’s lab.
"Good morning, sir!" I greeted Miguel as I entered his lab. He was, as always, deeply engrossed in so complicated experint, his steampunk glasses gleaming under the industrial lights surrounding him.
Miguel looked up from his notes and studied for a mont, his neutral expression giving way to sothing more curious. "What? Wait a mont..." He furrowed his brows and stepped closer, adjusting his glasses as he examined my body, as though searching for sothing specific.
"Kid, did you manage to engrave a code on your heart?" he asked, his voice filled with surprise and admiration.
I straightened up and replied confidently, "Yes! I did."
Miguel smiled—a genuine smile, rare to see on his face. "Congratulations! Keep working hard like this. It seems your three-star talent is at the upper limit of acolytes in that rank. You’re only a fraction away from being a four-star. Very impressive, kid."
His words of approval echoed in my mind, filling with pride. "Thank you, sir," I replied, keeping my tone humble, though inside, I was ecstatic.
Not long after, I ran into Charlotte, who had just arrived at the lab. With enthusiasm, I told her about my progress. Charlotte, as expected, raised an eyebrow, her face revealing a mix of surprise and what seed like... skepticism. It was clear she hadn’t expected to advance so quickly.
However, she quickly shook her head, brushing aside those thoughts and returning to her usual deanor. "Congratulations, Tyler. It seems you’re taking this seriously," she said in a tone that was almost professional.
Before we could talk further, Miguel called us over, saying we needed to head to the tower’s mine for so work.
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