"According to the estimates of the virtual lab," I began reflecting ntally, "the spiritual strength of a Level 1 Acolyte is approximately twice that of an average adult. Furthermore, the spiritual energy generated by my heart with 10 codes seems to have a life of its own, strongly attracting the energy particles in the air to it!"
I raised my hands, watching in fascination as a layer of bright, multicolored light enveloped my arm, like a fine mist or magical cotton candy. It was warm yet refreshing—a comforting sensation I had never experienced before. It felt as though the energy around was recognizing , responding to my existence almost instinctively.
Curious to test the potential of my new level, I recited a basic incantation I rembered from public lessons.
"Light! Make the Darkness bow!"
As I pronounced the words in the language of magic, a slight vibration resonated through my body, like the hum of a freshly plucked string. "Humm~~" And then, suddenly, my body began to shine intensely, as if I were a small sun at the center of the room. The light radiated from every part of , illuminating every corner of the space, forcing even the most stubborn shadows to retreat. The walls, the furniture, even the equipnt I had set up earlier—all were bathed in that warm, radiant glow.
I looked at my glowing hands, impressed, yet with a confident smile on my face. This was just a basic spell, sothing simple and rudintary taught to novice Acolytes like . It wasn’t practical in combat, only useful for lighting up dark areas, turning the caster into a kind of walking lantern. Despite its simplicity, it was a great test of spiritual endurance, as it drained a significant amount of energy to illuminate the entire body.
But what intrigued most was that I felt no fatigue. My breathing was steady, my body relaxed. This spell, which would normally leave even Level 2 Acolytes exhausted after a short ti, didn’t seem to affect at all. "The reason for this must be that my heart is no longer the sa," I thought to myself. "My heart has beco a small generator." Spiritual energy flowed steadily, without waste. My ntal energy seed virtually untouched.
"I have the highest elental affinity with light and brilliance," I murmured, observing how the luminous energy particles danced around . "And I chose to cultivate along the path of the light elent. This has been the plan I set for myself a long ti ago. As for thunder and other elental energy particles, I’ll just keep a few to use strategically in the future!"
"Snap."
The sound of my fingers snapping echoed through the room a few tis. With a small ntal effort, a thin layer of blue light appeared on my arm. Seconds later, a faint vibration began to course through my skin, as if an invisible force was testing . Suddenly, an electric current pulsed, causing my arm to tremble involuntarily.
"This is like trying to hold an animal that doesn’t want to be held!" I murmured, laughing to myself as I felt the energy rebelling against my control. It was fascinating. The thunder elental particles I had managed to gather responded almost wildly, yet they weren’t uncontrollable.
I refocused, snapping the fingers of my other hand. Another layer of blue light erged, followed by the vibrant hum of sparks of electricity running through my fingers. Now, with both arms cloaked in energy, I began experinting.
The light emanating from filled the room, and the faint sll of ozone indicated that the thunder particles were functioning as I intended. I couldn’t help but smile. "After becoming a Level 1 Acolyte, I can use these energy particles for simple enchantnt activities. This is incredibly convenient!"
I let my mind wander, thinking about future possibilities. "Maybe one day I could create armor that uses my body as an energy source?" But I quickly shook my head, dismissing the idea. "It would be far more useful to build automatons, weapons, and devices that work for without relying on my energy reserves. After all, in a magical battle, the mage who exhausts their energy first loses."
A thought occurred to , and I asked, "Virtual lab, did you record the earlier processes?"
["Beep!"]
["Recording complete. Please provide a na!"]
I pondered for a mont before responding, "Simple use of thunder elent and light elental particles."
["Beep!"]
["Renaming complete. Storing in the database."]
The virtual lab was undoubtedly my greatest tool. Not only did it help record, but it also allowed to review and refine every detail. This gave a clear edge over other Acolytes. My smile widened at the thought.
But before I could get up and continue, a sudden wave of dizziness hit . I staggered slightly, grabbing the edge of the bed to steady myself.
"Hahaha… I guess I shouldn’t get arrogant!" I laughed at myself as I deactivated both spells, watching the sparks of electricity fade from my hands.
I knew the reason for my fatigue. I sat down and reflected aloud: "The spiritual strength of a Level 1 Acolyte is still very minuscule. To properly use energy particles on a daily basis, I should only do so when I’m at least a Level 3 Acolyte."
I rubbed my temples, feeling the slight discomfort of spiritual overexertion. I had already ditated earlier, so I knew there was only one way to replenish my spiritual strength now: sleep.
Quickly tidying up the room, I ensured that the container holding the cocaine crystals was secure. I lay down, holding it tightly, and closed my eyes, plunging into a deep sleep.
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The Next Morning
I woke up full of energy, my mind and body completely recovered. After dressing, I prepared for what would be another day—but this ti, it wouldn’t be just any day. I stored the cocaine crystals for later and headed straight for ntor Miguel’s experintal laboratory.
As soon as I entered, I felt Miguel’s keen gaze on .
He narrowed his eyes, as though analyzing sothing invisible around . "Oh? That energy movent?" he murmured before locking his eyes on .
"Tyler, you’ve advanced!"
I smiled humbly, inclining my head slightly. "Yes!"
Miguel crossed his arms, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "It’s been just over twenty days since you started engraving the codes into your heart. Just as I said when you engraved your first code, your aptitude among third-class Acolytes is exceptionally excellent. You ca very close to being a 4-star Acolyte!"
"Professor! Thank you for your praise. But! I’ve already beco a Level 1 Acolyte and have grasped the basics of the public lessons..." I began, my voice carrying a tone of determination, but I was quickly interrupted.
Miguel smiled and waved his hand as though cutting through the air. "I know, hahaha! You’re eager to start creating technology prototypes, aren’t you? After all, you chose as your ntor for that very reason."
His direct remark caught off guard, but he was absolutely right. There was no point denying it.
Miguel continued, his voice tinged with curiosity and approval. "I heard that you’ve been teaching other Acolytes information from the public lessons to earn magic crystals. It seems your learning and morization skills are quite remarkable. Exactly what an engineer needs to advance on the path of invention."
I bowed deeply, trying to show the utmost respect. "Thank you!"
The truth was, I had made the most of the free lessons offered at the tower. Although the information there was limited, it was more than enough to build a solid foundation. Of course, the ntors possessed knowledge on far more advanced levels, but that knowledge was guarded closely and often sold at exorbitant prices.
Cutting-edge research, personal experintal data, and unique inventions were at the top of the list of the most valuable information in the tower. This was why only the wealthiest or most promising Acolytes had access to it. Each subject cost a minimum of 30 magic crystals—a sum far beyond my reach at the mont.
I trusted Miguel. He had promised to share valuable knowledge when I joined the tower, and I knew my dedication would pay off.
Miguel nodded slightly, moving so equipnt off his desk. His eyes glead as he pulled out three glass flasks from a drawer, each containing brilliant liquids of different colors and densities. He placed them on the desk with care.
"These three flasks represent my three areas of expertise," Miguel said, pointing to the flasks.
My eyes quickly analyzed each flask. The labels were written in precise, elegant handwriting.
1. Arcane Steam Engineering
A fusion of magic and steam technology, this specialization focuses on enhancing traditional machines with magical enchantnts.
Key Skills: Enchanting boilers to improve efficiency (such as eternal heat or magical pressure control). Integrating runes into gears to reduce wear or increase power. Designing steam-powered devices that incorporate magic crystals as energy sources.
Example Projects: Creating a locomotive that traverses steep terrains using magical levitation. Forging an enchanted chanical hand for injured mages.
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