Abe the Wizard

After Abel had eaten his lavish dinner, he completely relaxed his body and sat cross-legged on his bed. According to the “beginner Wizard meditation guide,” one could choose any position they believed was the most comfortable position for them to do meditation. Abel, a boy who was deeply influenced by his previous world, still stubbornly believe cross leg was the best way to go about meditation.

Abel turned his power of the will into a thing that he was most familiar with, a rune pen. The tip of the pen began to absorb mana. Mana filled the magic tower, and soon, the tip of the pen had fully absorbed the ink made by that mana. Afterward, he began to draw, but before he could even complete his first stroke, he abruptly came to a halt. He had used too much force, and the stroke was a tiny bit bigger than the original one on the “beginner wizard meditation guide.”

Since his power of the will was immensely powerful, it allowed him to sense a small difference like this. Ok, let’s start again, he thought as he retrieved the stroke he made with the power of the will rune pen, and his mind was blank once more.

This time, Abel was more careful. He had underestimated the difficulty of the “beginner Wizard meditation.” He thought of the students gathering outside the magic tower. They all possessed the power of the will. Although the strength of their power of the will was still a mystery, Abel had seen it–that there were a few older men with a head full of grey hair in the group. This just further confirmed the difficulty of the “beginner Wizard meditation.”

Abel had spent the night trying to draw the pattern. He made mistakes on the first stroke, 10th stroke, and 20th stroke. He was still miles from completing it, but he already felt like his head was going to explode if he continued.

Abel felt like he had reached his limit. According to the “beginner wizard meditation guide,” if he had used an excessive amount of the power of the will from his body, it would damage his soul. Therefore, Abel decided to have a rest.

He laid on his bed. Despite his power of the will being completely fatigued, he was still very excited about practicing the “beginner wizard meditation.” He found it hard to fall asleep, and it was in this half-awake state, he felt the rune pen in his mind again. The rune pen spun it’s tip around. It seemed like it could absorb more mana this way. Afterward, the rune pen began to draw In his mind. The first stroke was perfect.

At this moment, Abel felt like he was watching this rune pen moved all over in his mind from a third-person perspective. The rune pen continued to absorb mana. Soon, the rune pen had drawn a perfect magical pattern in Abel’s mind.

The next morning, Abel felt like he had dreamt that he had effortlessly drawn the second pattern of the “beginner wizard meditation guide” in his mind entirely. Up to this point, Abel began to laugh at himself, was this considered as daydreaming?

Suddenly… his whole body froze. He realized there was actually a rank one novice wizard pattern being drawn entirely in his mind. He fixed on the pattern. It was not a dream, it was real. He had drawn a magic pattern in his dream.

Abel could not believe it. He was reminded of the time where he had first forged a base of 100 skills and the time where he had first drawn a rune. Suddenly, it became clear to him. He must have had another flash of realization.

Flash of realization was a state you could only hope for. You could never plan for it. It had the power to enlighten the person with the perfect wisdom, unleashing an instinctive response for things that a person couldn’t comprehend.

Abel took out the “beginner Wizard meditation guide” with a heart full of worry and then compared it to the pattern in his mind. He closely examined each change, thickness, and force of each stroke.

Stroke by stroke, Abel continued to examine the pattern silently, his finger followed the pattern on the “beginner wizard meditation guide” until the pattern had finished. It was exactly the same

Abel let out a breath of relief. There was no problem, and he had officially become a rank one novice wizard. The next step was to fill this pattern with mana. This step took a long time because it was through this stage that the wizard could effectively lead the mana alongside the path of the pattern with their power of the will. This allowed the pattern to absorb the mana more evenly. When the pattern had become a physical object in the mind, this step was complete.

When Abel was just about to proceed with this step of filling up the pattern, suddenly, Wizard Sam’s voice began to come through his identity card. “Abel, what happened to you, why didn’t you sweep the floor today?”

From his voice, Abel could tell that Wizard Sam was not blaming him; instead, he was filled to the brim with a sense of concern.

“Mr. Sam, I’ll go now.” Abel did not give any explanation and went straight towards Novice Wizard Sam’s room.

“My child!” The voice of Wizard Sam came through Abel’s identity card again. But by that point, Abel had already left his room and did not hear this voice of cherish.

Knock, knock…* “come in,” said Novice Wizard Sam.

Abel opened the door to his room and quickly entered. The first thing he did was said to Novice Wizard Sam in embarrassment, “Mr. Sam; I’m so sorry that I slept late yesterday. I’ll begin now.”

“Wait!” Novice Wizard Sam looked at Abel with a sense of shock. He swallowed his saliva and said with a gentle voice, “you practiced the ‘beginner wizard meditation” yesterday?”

Abel had just finished drawing a rank one novice wizard pattern; there was still a faint magical wave remained on his body. Mr. Sam had a deep understanding of meditation, so of course, he could see that Abel was different.

“Yes, Mr. Sam,” Abel paused for a bit before continuing, “beginner wizard meditation” was way too hard. I spent an entire night until I could remember the pattern on the second page, and I’ve only drawn it out in my mind this morning.

“Can you fill it with mana?” Novice Wizard Sam desperately asked.

Sam was fully aware that successfully drawing a pattern didn’t mean the person was a rank one novice wizard. They need to do it perfectly. Many students of wizardry could draw a pattern, but as long as there was a single mistake, they would not be able to fill it up with mana. Therefore, they need to scrap that pattern and start all over again.

Mr. Sam already knew that Abel must be extremely gifted. No matter if his pattern was successful was not, it still only took him one night to draw it. That fact alone had already confirmed that Abel was not just an ordinary gifted child.

The Novice Wizard Sam was filled with joy in his heart. A wizard was not a lone wolf, and they possessed longevity that was hard to comprehend by ordinary people. It was often tough for wizards to be friends with normal people. That was why in every wizard’s heart, they cherished a wizard friend that they could trust and held it as high regard.

Abel had the talent to become a rank six official wizard, and Sam was confident that he could become one as well. It was the reason Sam wanted to build a strong relationship with Abel.

“Mr. Sam, I’ll give it a try after I finish my work.” Abel was a little confused about why Novice Wizard Sam was in such a hurry, as he was getting ready to get his cleaning equipment.

Novice Wizard Sam stuck out his hand and blocked Abel and said, “Don’t worry about that, let’s try it now. I want to see if you are Abel to fill the pattern up with mana.”

“Ok, Mr. Sam ”

Abel sat on the floor and began to absorb the mana in the air with his power of the will. There were more than enough mana in the magic tower, and it slowly began to gather on his power of the will. He then began to direct this mana in alongside each stroke of the pattern. His power of the will moved slowly along, more and more mana was absorbed from the air and released on to the pattern.

Although the pattern didn’t look too big, it was filled with countless strokes tightly curved together, making the actual path of the pattern extremely long. It took Abel more than 2 hours until he had filled up all the strokes of the pattern with mana using his power of the will. When he had completed the last stroke, a ray of shining blue light quickly traveled backward from the endpoint of the pattern towards the starting point.

Novice Wizard Sam no longer needed Abel to explain. Just by looking at his body shining in blue light, he knew Abel had succeeded. At this moment, Novice Wizard Sam was witnessing the birth of a genius with his own eyes–A genius that he, himself, brought in to the world of wizardry.