The next spell was completely different from the first.
While the Solar Light Bow was destructive and explosive, this one was subtle and precise.
I took a deep breath and began the incantation.
—Brilliant Hand! Hands of light, seize my enemies and crush them!
My right hand, extended toward the stone target, began to glow with an intense light.
The golden radiance spread, enveloping my fingers like a glove of light.
The sensation was warm, pulsing—it was obvious that spiritual energy was flowing through .
Then, the energy condensed and expanded.
Suddenly, a massive ethereal hand, composed entirely of golden light, appeared in the air, mirroring the shape of my own hand.
The spell was completed in an instant and, with a satisfied smile, I released the accumulated energy.
"Fwoosh!"
The hand of light vanished and instantly reappeared above the stone target, descending like a predator hunting its prey.
With relentless precision, it seized the augite mannequin by the throat, tightening with crushing force.
"Pow~~"
The impact was powerful, causing the structure to tremble slightly.
Due to the resistance of the stone, it did not break, but I could feel it—if it had been a living being, its throat would have been rcilessly crushed.
If the hand had grabbed its head, it might have burst like a ripe fruit.
The virtual biochip screen flickered, and the results were imdiately projected before my eyes.
["Spell Evaluation"]
["Damage Inflicted"]
["Physical Damage: 3 points"]
["Light Damage: 8 points"]
["Attributes"]
["Attack Range: 10 ters"]
["Area of Effect: 2 ters"]
["Hand of Auris: Level 0 Magic."]
["Casting Ti: 3 seconds."]
["Consumption: 1 spiritual force."]
My gaze scanned the information as I analyzed every detail.
Comparing this spell with the Solar Light Bow was inevitable.
Although the Solar Light Bow has greater offensive power, it can be avoided if the enemy is fast or has magical resistance.
Moreover, it requires a continuous connection with my spiritual force to maintain its trajectory.
On the other hand, the Hand of Auris may be sowhat weaker, but it is incredibly stealthy and perfect for capturing or finishing off an unsuspecting enemy!
A satisfied smile appeared on my face.
These two spells were not chosen at random.
I selected them with extre care.
In addition to aligning perfectly with my elental affinity for light, they do not require materials to be fused, which makes them extrely practical!
My eyes suddenly glead with an idea.
—Biochip, is it possible to optimize these two spells?
["Beep!"]
["Calculating required energy..."]
["Consumption for optimization: 19 points of spiritual force."]
["Do you wish to proceed with this upgrade?"]
My expression imdiately twisted with displeasure.
"Absolutely not! I don’t want my spiritual force to be depleted so quickly! Why does it require so much?"
["Optimizing Solar Light Bow requires 9 points of spiritual force."]
["Requires advanced information: Comprehensive collection of multicolored solar light spells, missile theory..."]
["Optimizing Hand of Auris requires 10 points of spiritual force."]
["Requires advanced information: Detailed studies on evocation, radiant energy analysis."]
I sighed heavily, massaging my temples.
Alright, it seems there’s no hope for now!
I closed the holographic interface screen with an impatient gesture.
The base consumption of each spell was already 1 point of spiritual force and, currently, I only had 4 points. That ant I could use them only four tis before being completely drained.
—Biochip, bring up my current stats and display them clearly!
[STATUS]
["Na: Eduard Edsonl"]
["Gender: Male"]
["Age: 16 years"]
["Level: 2 Acolyte."]
["Race: Human"]
[ATTRIBUTES]
["Strength: 2.20"]
["Agility: 2.40"]
["Vitality: 2.70"]
["Spiritual Energy: 4.0"]
[SKILLS]
[1. Fast Sword Technique]
[2. Transdisciplinary Arcane Engineering]
[MAGICAL SKILLS]
[1. Solar Light Bow]
[2. Hand of Auris]
A three-dinsional image of myself appeared in the air, each attribute highlighted beside the projection.
Seeing everything visually organized like this made analyzing my capabilities much easier.
I crossed my arms and studied the numbers carefully.
However, I can only cast magic two more tis before being completely out of energy.
The slight dizziness I felt was a cruel reminder of my limitation.
I may be talented and intelligent, but in the end, spiritual energy was a finite resource.
I rubbed my temples, feeling a faint throbbing pain at the side of my head.
If I wanted to improve my chances in combat without relying solely on my spiritual energy, there was only one solution.
Expand my arsenal of devices!
My eyes glead with renewed determination.
If I had a magical artifact crafted by a Mage, my strength would increase significantly.
I left the Magic Practice Room.
Testing my spells was essential, but now it was ti to return to real work.
I exited the stone corridor of the tower and descended the spiral staircase to the ground floor.
The path to my laboratory was not silent, as a few acolytes were coming and going.
There was also the muffled sound of the tower’s chanisms echoing in the distance.
When I reached the door to my laboratory, I turned the key in the lock and opened it.
My machines were still hissing, so of them cooling down from previous work.
At the center of the laboratory, secured to a reinforced wall mount, stood my unfinished armor—my second skin outside the tower.
I approached and observed the tallic structure gleaming under the amber glow of the lamps.
The transdisciplinary engineering details I had applied were ticulous, brutal, and efficient.
But sothing still bothered .
The right leg was not ready yet.
I sighed and snapped my fingers, preparing myself for another intense work session.
Walking to my workbench, I ran my hand over the scattered tools.
I picked up a reinforced wrench, a precision welder, and a set of rugged iron rivets.
I turned my gaze to the left leg, already attached to the armor.
It was a masterpiece.
The special alloy material was light, yet strong enough to withstand absurd impacts.
But the most crucial detail was embedded within the knee and ankle shock absorbers—pulse.
That ant that with the slightest impulse, I could leap several ters into the air and land without suffering any impact.
An essential feature for mobile combat, pursuits, and strategic retreats.
Now, it was ti to create the other leg.
I grabbed the structural base of the right leg and placed it on the workbench.
The cold tal reflected the flickering flas of the forge.
With precise care, I began fitting the internal gears, adjusting the movent pistons and the shock absorption system.
Each piece was connected with surgical precision.
I used a micro-torch to seal the joints and a torque wrench to tighten the rotation shafts.
The hydraulic system was the most complicated part.
The flow had to be perfect, so I lubricated the joints with high-density synthetic oil before connecting the pressure valves.
This leg needed to be not only functional, but also fast and resilient.
After an hour of intense work, it was ready.
I lifted it into the air, feeling its perfectly balanced weight.
It was strong, light, and lethal.
The final step was attaching the leg to the armor.
I walked to the tal structure on the mount and unlocked the hip connectors.
With firm precision, I positioned the right leg and pushed until I heard the chanical "click" of the locking chanism.
With one last adjustnt of the rivets and a test of the rotation system, the armor was finally complete.
I stepped back and observed my work.
My second skin was whole.
My eyes shifted to the armor’s reactor—the final essential piece.
It was firmly secured to the chest of the structure, but it still needed calibration.
That would be easy.
Shaking my head, I set the thought aside.
What truly mattered now was increasing the destructive potential of the fully assembled armor.
An idea began to take shape.
If I were to face intelligent monsters, beings capable of casting spells, I needed sothing that would prevent them from even completing their incantations.
A machine gun.
An unrelenting rain of bullets would be enough to kill any enemy before they could react—at least in theory.
After all, acolytes and mages needed ti to channel their spells.
A shot to the forehead would solve the problem before they even realized they were in danger.
My mind was already working out the details.
It needed to be mounted on the armor’s left arm, keeping the right free for close combat.
Furthermore, it couldn’t be an ordinary machine gun.
The bullets had to be powerful enough to pierce even tank armor.
—Biochip, design a machine gun with support for heavy-caliber cartridges, capable of penetrating tank armor.
["Beep!"]
["Command received. Calculating paraters..."]
Before my eyes, a 3D holographic projection began to take shape, rotating smoothly in the air.
The weapon appeared floating before , its details perfectly visible.
[PROJECT DESCRIPTION]
["Na: MG-Tyrant 001"]
["Caliber: 20mm armor-piercing"]
["Capacity: 60 rounds per drum magazine"]
["Feeding System: Rotating drum loading, automatic thermal cooling"]
["Weight: 18 kg"]
["Material: Titanium-reinforced steel alloy"]
["Placent: Mounted on left forearm"]
["Recoil: Stabilized by hydraulic piston dampeners"]
["Rate of Fire: 120 rounds per minute"]
["Penetration: Capable of piercing light and dium tank armor"]
I smiled.
It was perfect.
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