GameDev Reincarnated into His Own Creation

Vol 2 - Chapter 21.2: Access Pending

"Years of practicing the same incantation, building muscle memory. It's unpredictable at first, but you'll get the hang of it eventually."

Vel's brow furrowed. That didn't sound right. Not for the system he had designed. In Aeonalus, magic was absolute—spirit took command, consumed mana, then executed the spell. It wouldn't make sense for someone to repeat the same command until it worked.

But if that was the case... through all that repetitive practice, Lyvenna had somehow forged a communication pathway with the spirits. Not through traditional means, but through sheer dedication. A crude channel that worked, even if it remained weaker than normal magic.

There must be something more to it, something the Academy itself didn't understand about unstable attunements.

"So?" Lyvenna asked, watching his face closely.

Vel turned to her, not yet ready to give his answer about the transfer offer. Instead, another question formed in his mind.

"Instructor, what do you think would happen if someone were speaking two languages at the same time?"

He gazed at the ground as he asked.

Lyvenna's brow furrowed in confusion at the seemingly random question. She studied him for a moment, trying to discern his train of thought before responding.

"The sentences that came out wouldn't make sense. It would just be chaos of words."

"Chaos," Vel repeated silently, the word echoing in his mind.

Then a possibility struck him. Chaos. Could that be it? Why hadn't he considered this before?

Vel turned to Lyvenna with renewed intensity.

"Instructor, what do you know about the Chaos element?"

"Chaos?"

Her eyebrows raised in genuine surprise.

"I've never heard of it before."

"That's what I thought," Vel said to himself, pieces starting to form a pattern.

Chaos was the last element Giri had added into the magic system. Originally, there were only six, but the magic system hadn't made sense without Chaos. How else could the world explain the unpredictable patterns in nature?

During the attunement readings, none of the candidates had shown alignment with Chaos. It was completely absent from the Academy's understanding of elemental magic.

When Giri designed it, Chaos wasn't exactly a traditional element—it wasn't something you could "summon" alone. But what if it was there, unrecognized in Lyvenna and the other unstable students?

"Instructor, I've decided. I'd like to stay with the unstable group. I think I might understand what's actually happening."

Lyvenna tilted her head, her expression a mixture of confusion and curiosity. The frown that formed wasn't one of disapproval, but of someone encountering an unexpected puzzle.

"Are you sure? These offers rarely come. In fact, as long as I can remember, it has never happened before."

Vel nodded firmly, conviction evident in his posture. The path forward was clear to him now.

"What do you mean you understand?"

Lyvenna pressed, her interest clearly piqued.

"I can't tell you yet. I'll need to do some research first. Consider it my first personal project. As soon as I find out more, you will be the first one to know."

He had made this world, put these people into hardship because of something he designed. Now he needed to debug and fix it.

Lyvenna studied him for a long moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to see beyond his words. Finally, she nodded once, decisively.

"Very well. I'll inform the Archmagister of your decision. Your classes will begin in three days with the rest of the accepted students."

Her lips curved in a subtle smile.

"And Velarian? I'll be watching your 'personal project' with great interest."

Vel stood, giving her a respectful bow.

"Thank you for your time, Instructor. And for the tea."

As he turned to leave, he was already thinking about where to start his research. There had to be records about elemental theory somewhere in the Academy library.

But if his theory was right, they weren't unstable at all. They were something else entirely.