"Bullocks! I took my eyes off," bitterly smiled Reve.
He realized that the change in temperature signified the emergence of the [Fireball] skill. Furthermore, it was coming from all directions!
He inwardly thought, 'I really need to expand my skill repertoire. My magic can only be considered half-baked.'
'That is for the future.....if there is a future after this. For now, I have to focus. How do I react? [Mana Shot] requires too much focus, which is backed up by visual sight! Hmmm, I can work from that angle. My eye is limited to a straight angle. But must it be my eye?'
If there was one thing he had learnt after becoming a magic user, it was that magic was fluid. It was ever-changing and no concept could be said to be the staple of magic theories.
With this understanding, an idea sparked in Reve's turbulent mind, "My highest skill is [Sixth Sense]---Oh damnation! The wild cats have reached the final stages of their attack."
Suddenly, he stopped thinking and simply closed his eyes. Time was against him.
In the world of his mind, a three-dimensional outlook of his surroundings was revealed to him albeit a little too shady for him to discern accurately.
He filled in the problem with his [Mana Sense], which pinpointed the exact location where mana was being charged ferociously.
Without thinking, he materialized his magic circles. This time, they weren't blinking. Under pressure and the gaze of death, he was able to stabilize them.
"[Mana Shot]!"
A blob of mana got ejected from the mana circles and blitzed to their destination at an insane speed. It was faster than the highest speed Reve had ever reached.
The execution of his skill almost coincided with the wild cats' execution of [Fireball]. Nonetheless, the speed of Reve's skill made it neglect this happenstance. The disastrous shots buried themselves in the bodies of the wild cats in no time and left a gaping hole near their hearts.
In one of the wild cats, the outline of a damaged heart could be vividly seen. The cats whimpered as they fell to the ground. It wasn't long after that they died from their injuries.
Meanwhile, Reve panted wildly due to the complete exhaustion of his mana. Luckily, there were no magical creatures here to take advantage of the perilous situation.
"I prefer sleeping to fighting. Ahhhh," wailed Reve.
Mana exhaustion, in a way, was worse than its physical counterparts. It brought a terrifying lineup of headaches, body spasms, loss of thought, and sore muscles.
Reve did not want to be under its influence again.
As his negative status was gradually relieved, Reve took his time to review the battle.
He suddenly found himself smirking at his creativity, "Using my sixth sense and mana sense to substitute my sense of sight. Wow, I must be a genius. No, I have always been this brilliant. Hahaha, those female cats will like me more. I shall name this style [Blind Magic]!"
[Notice: Desire to name an existing magic style has been received. Due to its existing nature, the desire to name it has been rejected.]
"...."
He just shot himself in the toe….
Well, it made sense. This world wasn't full of fools. Magic sharpened their intelligence.
It was no wonder the magic style had already been created. It might even be developed.
[Notice: Subsequent Examination. The Magic Style [Unnamed] has not been titled. Desire to name it has been approved. Two achievement points granted.]
[Notice: [Blind Magic] has been added to your skill window.]
[Notice: You have gained a new title: Initiate. Your "path" has been updated]
[Notice: Your level has increased along with some of your attributes.]
[Notice: Skill [Basic Mana Shot] has reached its level max.]
[ Name: Reve
Race: White Arcadian Cat(Neophyte)
Level(exp): 17 (1/10)
Path: 1st Circle Arcanist (Magic)
Titles: Kin of Amethyst, Deviant, First Kind, Slime Killer, Magic User(Initiate)
AP: 38
[Attributes]:
[Skills]: ]
[ Attributes' Nixy Window
Strength: 9
Speed: 18
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 20
Mana: 15 ]
[ Skills:
Trinity Candidate(Max). Sixth Sense(Lv.9). Energy Sense(Lv.1). Magic Eyes(Max). Basic Mana Shot(Max). Blind Magic(Lv.1). Appraisal(Lv.1)
]
"Hmmm, it is time to advance my mana shot. Sadly, I have no idea as to how to go about it. I hope Mr.O's second abode will be able to enlighten me. For now, I just have to practice it along with my other skills."
His sharp eyes lingered on his "path" for a while before breaking out. If he were to guess, it marked his profession and also his profession's system of magic, which he obviously had no idea about.
However, he had a clue. The term "1st Circle" made him think of his magic circle. He could only materialize one per skill. Perhaps that was how they ranked magic mastery. The more magic circles materialized per skill, the higher one's rank was.
"Sigh, can I just sleep?"
It was a cat's instinct to be lazy. Yet, he found himself repeatedly forced against it.
Can't the cat just rest?
Hmph! Once he got to his destination, he would have days--no, months of rest. After all, he was a lonely cat with no destination or goal.
A wave of nostalgia hit him as he whimpered, "Myrna…."
The familiar figure appeared in his mind with her usual crazy smile but kind smile.
It was at times like these that his ordained human caretaker would find something reckless to do.
Heck, she never gave him time to rest.
Reve's body trembled as he faced the sad reality, "....She is most likely dead….Idiot!"
It was unknown who the last word was pointed at.
Was it the cat or the dead human?
Or maybe both of them?
Even a carefree cat could curse himself?
Reve's eyes were downcast as he dragged one of the wild cats along with him to his destination.
Even his godliness could not disperse the sad atmosphere that lingered in the air seemingly eternal.
For the first time, the god felt lonely…..