- After I learnt Logan-sensei's past and his goal I decided to have a new goal, to have a place I can call my own so I searched for a good place deep inside the forest.
- I found a good place with good soil and I used earth magic to level the ground but as soon as I finished a relentless downpour began without warning, a torrential curtain of water that hammered the earth and obscured the world beyond my outstretched hand. My initial plan to level the ground for a modest dwelling was instantly put on hold.
- The sheer force of the rain, combined with the sudden drop in temperature, demanded immediate shelter. My eyes scanned the immediate vicinity, and my gaze fell upon a dark maw in the side of a craggy outcrop – a cave. It was a crude, damp refuge, smelling of damp earth and the faint musk of unknown creatures, but it offered immediate shelter from the deluge.
- As the storm raged outside, trapping me within the echoing confines of the cave, my mind, ever restless, turned to experimentation. I had always been fascinated by the raw power of magic, particularly defensive enchantments. I decided to test a new theory.
- With a carefully controlled breath, I drew a small, precise cut across my palm. The sting was immediate, a sharp jolt that served as the trigger. Instantly, a shimmering, almost invisible barrier pulsed into existence around me, a magical shield born from the threat of injury. It was crude, but effective.
- My next foray into magical practice was healing, a skill I desperately needed to refine. I began with the most basic healing spells, those meant for minor scrapes and bruises. While they worked, they were woefully inadequate for anything substantial.
- A deep cut, a more serious wound – these remained stubbornly unhealed. Undeterred, I escalated my efforts, attempting "high-heal" spells designed for larger gashes and internal bleeding. Again, frustration. The wounds remained, a testament to the limitations of my current understanding. But I am not one to surrender so easily.
- I pressed on, fueled by a stubborn refusal to accept failure, driven by the memory of past hopes and the desire for true mastery. Finally, after countless attempts and modifications to my incantations, something shifted.
- A profound sense of warmth blossomed in my chest, spreading outwards, and the wounds on my hand began to knit themselves together with astonishing speed. This was not just healing; it was perfect regeneration.
- Not only the cuts vanish without a trace, but even a phantom ache from an old injuries, a marked sword slashes on my body, simply ceases to exist.
- Then, an even more miraculous transformation: a surge of incandescent light erupted from my palm, radiating outwards, and my hand, once marred by the recent cut, was now flawless, utterly restored. The power was exhilarating.
- With the rain finally receding and the sun casting long shadows across the land, I emerged from the cave, a renewed sense of purpose guiding my steps.
- The immediate need for shelter had been met, and now my ambition swelled beyond mere survival. I envisioned a home, a sanctuary built not just for myself, but for a future, a peaceful life after the academy's relentless days ends.
- Drawing upon my creation magic and my burgeoning enchantment skills, I began to shape the very earth. My will flowed through the soil, raising walls, laying foundations, and crafting the framework of a grand house like the modern ones. Beside it, I meticulously cleared and prepared a vast area, destined to become a thriving farm.
- My next innovation was a tool unlike any other. I poured my creation magic into it, bypassing the need for a rigid, pre-defined form. The result was a pearlescent white orb, smooth and cool to the touch, pulsating with a soft, inner light.
-This was no ordinary tool; it was a transformative implement. With a mere thought, the orb could shift and reshape itself, becoming anything I needed: a finely honed sword for defense, a sturdy hoe for tilling the soil, a sharp axe for felling trees, a broad shovel for excavation, or precise spear for hunting. Its versatility was boundless, limited only by my imagination.
- The real test came in the fields. I put my new tool to work, tilling, planting, and harvesting. The results were astounding. The transformative orb adapted perfectly to each task, its shifting form providing optimal leverage and efficiency. It was effortless, intuitive. I found myself most comfortable with its shovel form, the broad blade moving through the earth with surprising ease, a testament to the tool's adaptability and my growing mastery.
- This was more than just a tool; it was an extension of my will, a testament to the boundless possibilities of magic, and a vital step towards the peaceful, self-sufficient life I now craved.
- After some time of waiting, it finally sprouted thanks to the Enchantments in my tool, and I placed a holy sanctuary magic around the area to give life to what's in it and the nature around the whole area. It quickly became a fine tree; it was an apple tree I made for testing. I took one apple from it and tasted it .
- I was astonished by it taste because I never had an apple that tasted like this ever even in my previous life, Crisp and vibrant, this apple bursts with a sweet-tart juiciness that awakens the senses.
- After my success about the test I started to plant some other plants, (I got seeds from my online shopping skill), After some days I adapted of living here and doing the work until one day I encountered some thing that will change my life.