he Legend System pulsed quietly in the back of my mind like a heartbeat. Ever since linking to the Lord of the Rings world and acquiring my starter pack, I had felt power flowing through me, subtle but undeniable. Sauron's magical talent hummed beneath my consciousness, the One Ring pressed faintly against my finger, Uchiha perception sharpening my instincts, and dark creatures all around me instinctively acknowledging my presence. Every tool was in place, and yet… the system had more to offer.
I had barely begun exploring Saruman's Grimoire when a new message appeared. This one was different, marked in gold and pulsing with light that felt almost alive.
[New Quest Available]Quest Name: Spread the Name of Gandalf Among WizardsReward: 2,500 Legend PointsUnlock: Become a Maiar
The description expanded in my mind:
"Gandalf, a powerful Maiar of the Ainur, must be recognized and remembered in this world. Spread his name, legend, and deeds among wizards to gain favor and unlock your true potential as a Maiar. A Maiar is a divine, immortal spirit able to take physical form, akin to Gandalf, Sauron, or Saruman. Rewards include supernatural abilities, long life, and mastery of celestial and arcane powers."
I blinked slowly. Becoming a Maiar? Immortal, celestial, and possessing powers that rivaled even the greatest wizards in this world? That was… absurdly perfect.
Of course, the system had a catch: this quest couldn't start immediately. Hogwarts itself was the ideal stage. The wizards I would influence had to first exist in my timeline, and spreading a foreign legend like Gandalf would require exposure to Hogwarts' magical society. Essentially, I had to wait until I arrived.
That left me with two weeks. Two weeks to prepare. Two weeks to study the Grimoire.
I opened it again, letting the leather cover pulse beneath my fingers. Words glowed faintly on the page, rearranging themselves into sentences I could read in my mind, absorbing knowledge at a speed that would have been impossible in my former life. The grimoire didn't just teach spells—it taught tactics, magical theory, creation of enchantments, and subtle ways to manipulate magical energy.
By the end of the first day, I had memorized several advanced rituals, including the steps to enhance my own magical aura and manipulate magical creatures at a distance. The second day brought insight into elemental manipulation, enchantments on artifacts, and ways to mask my powers from others—critical when living among ordinary young wizards who would be suspicious of precocious talent.
And the week after, I began experimenting with small tests of the Legend System, spreading minor tales of Gandalf to magical creatures and enchanted objects in the house. The system didn't give me points yet—those would come only when I fully entered Hogwarts—but I could feel the groundwork forming.
Each day, I imagined Gandalf's figure: a gray-robed, wise, unassuming yet terrifyingly powerful figure, guiding, protecting, and wielding knowledge. I thought of ways to integrate him into wizarding society: stories whispered in corridors, books "discovered" in the library, faint magical traces that hinted at his existence.
I could see it clearly: by the time I arrived at Hogwarts, the legend would already have roots. Wizards would begin to feel a strange sense of recognition when they saw a figure like Gandalf mentioned or hinted at. The system rewarded not just belief but the spread of influence. And that… was something I excelled at.
Two weeks later, I sat at my desk, grimoire open, quill poised, when a small owl tapped at my window. Its letter carried the unmistakable wax seal: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My pulse quickened. The time had come.
I read the letter carefully, every word familiar from the countless letters I had studied in my previous life. Acceptance into Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw would be determined by the Sorting Hat, but it didn't matter. Houses were trivial obstacles. What mattered was preparation, power, and influence.
I tucked the letter into my robe, closed the grimoire, and allowed myself a small, satisfied grin.
Two weeks had taught me much: the foundations of magic in this world, the breadth of Saruman's wisdom, and the first steps toward spreading Gandalf's legend. The Legend System waited silently in my mind, a subtle promise of power and opportunity.
Hogwarts awaited. And so did my first true test.
I adjusted the One Ring on my finger, feeling the pulse of latent power beneath it, and whispered to myself:
"Let's see how quickly a genius can shape a legend."