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A cacophony of noise abruptly jolted me from my dazed state. I couldn't recall having closed my eyes, but as I awoke, my head throbbed as if a searing-hot iron rod had been pressed against it. I tried to vocalize the pain, but all that escaped my clenched teeth were muffled groans.

"Ugh..."

The sensation was intense and prickly. My consciousness was muddled, and I couldn't make sense of what was happening; all I knew was that I desperately needed the pain to cease. After an agonizing eternity, the searing pain began to recede. I sucked in a deep breath, doing my best to regain a semblance of normalcy.

The agony had subsided, but my head still felt overheated, and I could feel sweat trickling down the sides of my face. My palms were clammy, and a metallic taste lingered in my mouth. As the noise rushed back into my ears, I could finally focus my vision. A blurry world swam into view, and my surroundings began to take shape.

"What... what am I seeing?" I murmured, my voice barely a whisper.

I looked, but comprehending the scene before me was an entirely different challenge. My senses were still reeling from the pain and disorientation.

I found myself perched high on some stands, encircled by colossal golden walls that enclosed an immense stadium. The air was electric with a palpable buzz, and the seats stretched as far as my eyes could discern. Bizarrely dressed individuals filled the seats, all donned in robes and hats of various colors. The staircases leading up to these seats glowed a vibrant purple.

The entire layout seemed to surround a field, featuring tall goal posts at one end and a scoreboard at the other. A sense of familiarity washed over me.

This was undeniably a Quidditch field.

I was in the world of Harry Potter.

"This can't be real," I muttered to myself. It felt as though my eyes and ears were deceiving me, my head still throbbing from the inexplicable pain. With a surge of adrenaline, I tried to leap to my feet, but my uncooperative legs gave way, sending me crashing back down into my seat.

I looked down and examined myself; I realized I was dressed similarly to the other characters around me. Long black robes pooled at my feet, covering a pair of black dress shoes. Opening the robe revealed me wearing a black shirt and black pants, a pale brown wand sticking out of the pocket. Touching the robe confirmed what I suspected—it was made of some kind of silky material, which glinted in the sunlight. I couldn't deny it anymore. I knew where I was.

Just as I was coming to terms with my location, a message appeared in my mind, as if projected onto an invisible screen.

Ding!

Game Hub has been successfully installed

Welcome to The Arcane Odyssey!

Main Hub Quest Established: Become the Greatest Wizard in All History!

If the task is not completed within the given time limit, the user will be directly eliminated.

To that end, the user has gained access to

Resonance Magic: Everything has a frequency. Possessing many applications, Resonance magic enables the caster to sense and manipulate the resonance or vibrational frequencies of objects and phenomena.

Time Limitation: 2 years.

My mind was buzzing with a whirling storm of thoughts and emotions.

I was still reeling from the "directly eliminated" part. Had I come to this world just to be killed? I wondered if I had died back in my own world to end up here. It felt like a cruel joke.

The notion of becoming the greatest wizard in this world was absurd, especially with a skill that seemed so out of place. What could knowing the frequency of spells going to do against an Avada Kedavra to the face?

My throbbing headache persisted, a constant reminder of my disorientation, as the cacophony around me only added to my distress. My surroundings were a blend of colors, sounds, and sensations, overwhelming my senses.

Sweat soaked my shirt, making it cling uncomfortably to my body. The robes were only making matters worse; I needed to take them off before I succumbed to heatstroke.

I found myself pondering whether wizards could even suffer from heatstroke, or any kind of stroke for that matter. Well, there were the Longbottoms, who had been afflicted by dark magic, but that was a different matter.

I was dissociating. My mind whispered. It made sense, given the looming threat of my death and the fact that my life seemed to be on a timer.

But how does one become the greatest wizard? What are the criteria for such a title? Does the system want another Voldemort 2.0, for God's Merlin's sake?

With a sigh, I removed the robes and let them slide down onto the seat.

As I sat there, grappling with my disorientation, my finger inadvertently brushed against the pale brown wand sticking out of the robe's pocket. In that instant, it felt as though my world had erupted into an overwhelming display of power.

Suddenly, I became aware of senses I hadn't known I possessed, working in tandem to present the world in an entirely different light. Senses I had never known I possessed suddenly clicked into place, reshaping my perception of reality.

The colors became more vivid, and every object around me seemed to hum with energy. The stadium, the spectators, and even the Quidditch field pulsated with an aura I had never noticed before. The air itself was slightly and aflame in a way only I could see.

This newfound awareness sent shivers down my spine. This feeling felt like a sin, an experience humanity shouldn't possess, a forbidden gift of the gods. My nerves tingled with a peculiar sensation, a paradox of cold and hot.

I found myself standing upright, though I couldn't recall when I had risen. The sense of ecstasy flowing through the air around me was palpable; I had to have it.

I inhaled deeply, and the world pulsed as one, hot, aflame. My soul was on fire; my toes curled involuntarily.

As I opened my eyes, I beheld a world alight, a realm of fiery essence. It surrounded me, contained within various vessels. I knew at once. This was a profound sin. A blasphemy to have anything hold such pure, unbridled power. It was not right.

I stretched out my hand to call forth this essence from the containers.

Gamer's mind activated.

My vision cleared instantly and I could see myself stretched out, showing my awkward posture as if to reach for something from the people in front of me.

I realized, in that fleeting moment, that I had teetered on the brink of insanity.

In that moment, I was prepared to carve these people open to eat the mana within them, smear my face with their blood, and start a cult dedicated to it and I would have done that because it was only right.

Resonance Sensing has increased by 1!

Resonance Sensing has increased by 1!

Resonance Sensing has increased by 1!

Resonance Sensing has increased by 1!

Resonance Sensing has increased by 1!

That was magic.

The very sound of magic, so that was resonance magic.

My throat felt very parched now, and my legs were weak; I shook my head and sat down.

"Ladies and gentlemen…welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!"

A voice roared.

Everyone in the stands went absolutely insane and started screaming excitedly.

"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce . . . the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"

I remembered this part. I looked up and sure enough, there were veelas gliding out onto the field.

The air became aflame once more, the hypnotic dance of these girls echoing with a tune only I could perceive. I could see purple waves being released into the air, permeating it and infusing the spectators in the crowd. I felt it touch my skin and alight a fire within me.

My pants tightened as my cock throbbed, blood rushing down to my shaft, balls pulsating in a cry for release.

Observing the surroundings, I noticed men whose auras had ignited, now bathed in a purple glow, completely immersed in the wave's influence.

It was fascinating to watch. My view was dominated by purple as they kept dancing, their waists twirling in some ritualistic dance, hands ajar and hair gliding through the air. It seemed to be some kind of primal mating call.

With an inexplicable instinct, I reached out and connected with the wave, sensing its vibrations and hum.

With a bone-deep certainty, I realized I could replicate this. Reaching for my wand, made of hawthorn wood and wrapped in dragon heartstring, my mind whispered, gripping it tightly. Matching the frequency I felt in the wand to the wave, I synchronized my magic.

Ding!

Congratulations on discovering an application of Resonance Magic

Resonance Synchronization : The ability to match and align one's own frequency with the frequency of other objects and phenomena.

Tantric manipulation unlocked

Tantric Manipulation: The tingle you feel when your lover brushes up against you is the same tingle that's woven into the fabric of nature itself. Sex is more than just a physical act. Users with this power set are in tune with the essence of want and desire, in all its applications.

Wants and needs?

What did that even mean?

Can I pull a Veela move, throw some love magic, and have these ladies swooning at my feet, begging for my attention?

My cock throbbed harder at the thought. This was the world of Harry Potter, fantasies had been built on this world and it seemed like I was getting an opportunity to act on mine. Nothing had made sense so far but lust was a familiar feeling for me.

In the midst of my contemplation, I was abruptly pulled back to reality as a firm hand grabbed my shoulder, jolting me from the depths of my thoughts.

"Draco, dear, your father is expecting you to greet the minister," a blonde beauty cooed.

The words were enough to snap me back to reality, a sudden flood of memories reminding me of my identity. I was Draco Malfoy in the world of Harry Potter, equipped with a system.

"Alright, Mother," I responded, brushing her hand off my shoulder. The tingling sensation lingered on my skin.

"And, of course, you remember my friend, Laine Zabini. She's just returned from her trip," she added, gesturing towards a dark-skinned beauty approaching us. Her face was round in a way that would fit perfectly in your cupped hands. She had a mole dotted just above her pouting lips and somehow that seemed to draw me in even more; her nubian nose, the ebony-black skin, the wispy eyelashes, the plump coral lips curled in a half smirk as if harboring a secret joke.

Her black shiny hair cascaded around her shoulders like a curtain, sweeping under her chin and over her smooth neck, down onto her cleavage where it disappeared into the crack between her ample breasts.

Her knee-length green dress flared out tastefully around her legs, almost flashing a peek of her upper thigh as she walked toward us.

This is Blaise Zabini's mother - The Black Widow.

"Hello, Draco." Her doe eyes glittered, her lips so red and pouty.

Again, my cock throbbed.