GameDev Reincarnated into His Own Creation

Chapter 10.1: Divergence

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His brows furrowed at the unfamiliar message. Debug Mode? Restricted? He wondered if he'd missed it before in the chaos, or if it meant he wasn't fully integrated into this world. Perhaps something had malfunctioned during his arrival, or it just needed time.

The questions mounted unanswered.

Vel pushed aside his disquiet and noticed a blinking inventory tab. His heart jumped as he selected it.

Rows of items filled the screen, but nearly every entry displayed an ominous label: [Invalid Item] or [Pending]. A frown tugged at his lips as he scrolled through the corrupted list—so many tools now rendered useless. Still, having access to the inventory felt like progress, even if frustratingly incomplete.

His gaze flicked to another tab glowing subtly at the bottom corner: **Affinity. **It hadn't been there before, or had it.

Curiosity piqued, Vel selected it without hesitation.

Vel's gaze sharpened as the new screen flickered into existence, a strange distortion running through it. Unlike Landre's glowing attunement to Light, his chart showed nothing but static-filled blanks where affinities should've been. No elements. No alignments. Just one unsettling label across the middle:

Warning: Unable to Assigned Affinity.

"What...?" His voice cracked in the quiet clearing, confusion cutting through his thoughts like a blade. He swiped at the display, and the chart glitched—blurring momentarily before stabilizing again into something that was almost worse than nothing.

Each of the Primordial elements—Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Dark, Light, Chaos—should've been neatly arranged in their respective positions on a wheel or grid. But here? Every single one displayed as [Null] instead.

The symbols flickered erratically, as if struggling to exist or fix themselves and failing. Vel's stomach churned at the sight of it all unraveling.

"This doesn't seem right." His nails dug into his palms, seeking an anchor in this strange reality. It worked against Trinon—hadn't it?

That ice lance had struck true against Trinon's twisted form in those desperate moments inside the Ossuary. If his affinity truly wasn't assigned—or worse, was entirely nullified—how could that have even happened? Questions piled on top of questions with no answers in sight.

Vel closed the Affinities tab with tense unease and opened Skills instead. Unlike the chaos before, this screen showed a clean grid—though most icons remained gray and locked. Only three spells glowed dimly among the darkened menu of inaccessible abilities.

[Ice Lance]: Zetahn Feryis Crystallum

[Slow Heal]: Lienthar Solith Revinuem

[Far Sight]: Altheris Visona

Each name pulsed faintly while countless others remained shadowed and locked away—vast potential hidden behind restrictions he didn't yet grasp.

These three spells proved something still worked inside him, despite the null status haunting his Affinities.

Vel inhaled deeply and fixed his gaze on a weathered tree standing amid the weeds. The clearing seemed to hold its breath with him. Raising his hand, fingers splayed, he focused on the spell's name and spoke the incantation in a low, measured voice.