Evening light dimmed as the merchant lodging's post lamps began to glow brighter. Breeze rustled through Vel's uniform as he sat on the stone bench, the encounter at the library playing through his mind on repeat—the ancient text, the hidden sigils, the vision of seven primodials staring back at him.
He closed his eyes, allowing his interface to manifest before him. Something felt different. The familiar panels and windows had changed, evolved somehow.
"Slow Heal" he whispered.
The magic circle for the healing spell materialized in his mind's eye—but unlike before, additional information now floated alongside each component. The sigils were the same, but now annotations hovered beside them, displaying function-like notations he hadn't seen before:
Vel's eyes widened as annotations appeared beside each sigil:
"_mending()"
"_restoration()"
"_cellular_integrity()"
Function calls. This wasn't abstract magic.
The healing spell wasn't restoring arbitrary "health points." It was accessing DNA templates, rebuilding damaged tissue cell by cell. His breath caught as the limitation became clear—death meant pattern breakdown. No template, no resurrection.
"No wonder it never worked on the deceased," he murmured.
His hands trembled as he pulled up Ice Lance. More annotations appeared: thermal dynamics, crystallization physics, projectile calculations. Every spell now revealed its scientific foundation.
This was what happened when you created something and set it free in the world. It grew. It changed. It became more than its creator intended.
Back then, he'd simply programmed healing to not revive the dead for balance purposes. Resurrection was only possible through cash shop items—a monetization scheme pushed by SolarTech's marketing team.
Vel's thoughts were cut short as Celia's voice rang out across the yard.
"Where have you been all day?"
Celia dropped down next to him on the stone bench, her uniform wrinkled from her classes. Her hair was slightly disheveled, suggesting she'd been training.
"I was in the academy's library," Vel replied, closing his interface with a mental command.
"Why am I not surprised? You're such a bookworm sometimes," she teased, nudging his shoulder.
Vel gave her a sidelong glance. "Coming from someone who almost failed the knowledge test."
"But I didn't," she shot back with a proud tilt of her chin.
"Yeah, yeah." Vel smiled despite himself.
The evening air cooled around them as other students filtered through the yard, heading to their lodgings after a long day of classes. A few glanced their way—some curious, others dismissive of the unstable attunement student and his duelist friend.
Celia stretched her arms above her head. "Tomorrow is weekend. Do you have any plans?" she asked.
Vel considered Celia's question. He hadn't thought much about the weekend yet, his mind still processing the revelations from the library.
"No plans yet," he admitted. "Could be anything really—more research, practice some spells, or just relax for once."
Celia's eyes lit up. "How about the Adventurer's Guild?"
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GameDev Reincarnated into His Own Creation
FantasiaWhen renowned game developer Giri meets his untimely end, he awakens as twelve-year-old Vel in the magical realm of Aeonalus-his own creation. Five hundred years have passed since he crafted the world, and Vel finds himself in the village of Oakhave...
