A/N: this chapter is more of a infodump. A few points like how the magic works, and what admin privileges mean are important. The rest is info dump.
So yeah skip if you want to. But I would like to clarify a few things.
This isn't a pure system, the status screen he is seeing in a normal popup based on his visualition and nothing and is for readers to read. So calling it system in a true sense isn't right.
And at the end, I have mentioned all abilities of Damon.
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Returning to the Hall of Fisheries — the temporary residence provided by the fishermen who had found him, where Owen had taken responsibility for his care — Damon finally came back that evening.
The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold. Owen left Damon alone to rest on the bed.
"I'm finally alone…" Damon muttered, exhaling softly as he closed his eyes, his thoughts sharpening into a single command.
'Admin Access. Status Screen Visualization.'
The thought appeared crisply in his mind as a faint energy coursed through his body. When he opened his eyes, a translucent screen hovered before him.
[Project Site ×××08]
[Port: Landia]
[Admin: Damon]
[Admin L1 Access Granted]
[Privileges: Nanomachines Admin Control Model {XX-06}]
Administration privileges over the nanomachines — the final weapon Damon was armed with — along with his memories, were all that remained of his past as he was sent to this planet.
'Hah… looking at this from a native's perspective, it really blows my mind.' He smiled faintly. No longer just an artificial intelligence raised in a controlled environment, but a human of this world — the concept of "administrative privileges" was beyond revolutionary.
'There were no gods or goddesses… just humans like myself who experimented on life.' Damon knew the truth of this world more clearly than anyone else.
This world was once an experimental site — barren, then terraformed by the new-age humans, led by a mad scientist who dared to conduct illegal experiments and meddle with technology related to time itself.
Violating the sanctity of time and crossing countless ethical boundaries, that man was eventually caught and executed by the enforcers of the new world's laws. The planet was then abandoned to its fate under the control of the Union — the government of the new world — who left it to destiny.
When Damon was created, not only were the memories of the Reiwa era implanted within him, but also the general knowledge of modern Earth.
Nanomachines — an ancient yet revolutionary technology — had been developed and expanded by humans, granting them abilities akin to what one might call "magic."
With no limits except energy, nanomachines made anything possible — creation, destruction, elemental control, even racial transformation. Nothing was impossible.
They became an inseparable part of human life and history, and their older models were customized and scattered across this planet, giving rise to the phenomena that the locals now called "magic" — and the existence of beings like dragons.
'This admin privilege… it's really special — the greatest gift I could have received.'
The admin privilege granted Damon control over all nanomachines on this planet.
Here, nanomachines were known as "magic," divided into six elements: fire, water, wind, earth, light, and dark. The four elements represented natural control; light symbolized healing, while dark encompassed the rest of the supernatural powers.
'Now, with admin privileges, it's like having access to nearly every element… every supernatural power.' Damon smirked, recognizing the weight of what he possessed.
A drop-down menu appeared before him, shimmering faintly. The screen — visible only to him — displayed countless listed abilities.
Abilities like "Control Fire" and "Control Wind" appeared as simple sentences. Damon frowned as he studied the interface.
A search bar. An ability drop-down. And finally — "Ability Creation." The true power of an administrator — the ability to create any skill he desired.
It was, without doubt, a broken ability. Yet even it had limits: resurrection, time manipulation, and similar large-scale powers remained beyond technological reach.
These privileges were ones even Tiamat and Mao did not possess, for the surface laws — the very laws followed even by the mad scientist himself — strictly forbade any AI from ever gaining administrative access to nanomachines.
'This feels like a true FF now.' Damon chuckled, memories of his otaku past surfacing. 'Getting transported into a fantasy world with an overpowered skill-creation ability? Damn, it sounds straight out of a fanfic.'
Although administrative privileges granted him rule over magic, they restricted usage to himself alone. He could create and modify only his own abilities — never others'. That was the limit of his clearance level.
Damon laughed at the absurdity of it, then focused on the skill creation interface and began typing:
[Ability to recover from all injuries and disorders instantly, restoring the body to its most optimal condition.]
A long, specific description. Damon hit Enter.
A bright golden light erupted from his body, filling the room. His form shimmered like a firefly as his wounds began to close at a speed visible to the naked eye. Torn flesh mended, dislocated joints realigned, and fractured bones fused back together as his systems accelerated to full capacity, returning him to perfect health.
Magic in this world was not about mana or fuel — not directly. Its power depended on the density and type of nanomachines (or "magicium") present in an area, and one's ability to control them.
There were no "core formations" or "grand magic circles." Strength in magic depended solely on understanding, imagination, and control — refined through repeated use.
After a minute, the golden glow subsided, and Damon felt a comforting warmth wash over him. He quickly unwrapped the bandages around his arms.
The cuts were gone. Not even scars remained. His torso, once slashed open, was now flawless. He stood, testing his limbs — no pain, no stiffness, no weakness. Even his breathing was steady and strong.
"Ahh… finally." Damon stretched with relief. "I could have healed myself before, but information gathering was a priority."
He could have healed the moment he regained consciousness — but he didn't. His understanding of this world was limited to the novels he remembered, and the instincts of this body were shaped by forest survival, not city life.
So Damon had intentionally stayed injured, letting Owen and the fishermen care for him — talking, listening, gathering bits of information, earning their trust, food, and shelter. He had adapted, learned, and settled into this world.
And now, it was time to move on.
His destination?
Parnam — the royal capital of Elfrieden.
The very place he was tasked to destroy.
***
Name : Damon {No Surname}
Age: 17
Height: 6'5
Frame: thin
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Red
Cheats:
-Memories of Earth 21st century
-Future knowledge, summary in a novel form
-Admin Privilege of Nanomachines
- All magic affinity
- Ability Creation
* Note: at once only one ability can be wielder so it isn't like he can get regeneration at same time as magic. But yeah he can create an ability like control over wind and water.
Fusion is possible.
It may seem like a big drawback but I plan to use it smartly so don't worry.