"Aight bet. Now that I have proven I am strong as fuck physically, teach me some magic after I've eaten something," Fero grumbled, rubbing at his throbbing head, wondering why it stung so bad.
As Fero stepped back into the cave's depths, a sense of astonishment washed over him like a tidal wave. The once serene sanctuary had transformed into a chaotic maze of destruction. Massive chasms scarred the walls, jagged crevices snaked across the floor, and shattered remnants of what was once solid stone lay strewn about like discarded puzzle pieces.
The System eventually arrived back from the shitty village with some leftovers and handed it over to Fero.
Upon arrival, Fero's hunger was swiftly appeased as he devoured the meager leftovers with gusto, his hunger driving him to consume every morsel. Satiated, he turned his attention to the figure of his mentor, the Ancestor.
With a determined spirit, Fero seized the Ancestor by the back of his shirt, hoisting him up with minimal strength. The Ancestor, caught off guard by Fero's display of vigor, found himself lifted to Fero's eye level, reminiscent of a child held aloft by a parent.
"Come on, let's begin the training," Fero declared, his words punctuated by an intentional burp that escaped him, much to the Ancestor's annoyance.
Thus commenced Fero's eagerly anticipated initiation into the realm of magic—a journey fraught with discovery and revelation. In the initial days, Fero found himself immersed in a curriculum akin to scholarly pursuits, absorbing the intricacies of this foreign world with the diligence of a dedicated student.
The Ancestor, initially taken aback by Fero's ignorance of the world's workings, was astounded when Fero revealed his origin from another realm. The concept of transgression baffled the Ancestor, yet he gradually came to terms with this extraordinary revelation, recognizing Fero's uniqueness amidst the fabric of existence.
Fero's education unveiled the nuances of magic, or as it was termed in this realm, "Len." Spells were not called spells, but rather Len same as magic.
As for geographically, The Ancestor had outdated information since he died hundreds of years ago. Despite its outdated nature, Fero gleaned invaluable insights, discovering a vast expanse of thousands of kingdoms sprawling across the lands. Among these revelations, one gem stood out prominently: the mention of Sambo School, a small educational institution nestled to the west. The Ancestor's words echoed in Fero's mind, urging him to consider this institution once his current training reached its conclusion.
Moreover, Fero's journey into the depths of this fantastical realm revealed a staggering truth: the existence of millions of diverse beings, a stark departure from the mundanity of his former life on Earth. The sheer breadth of this revelation stirred within Fero a sense of awe and wonder, igniting a newfound curiosity for the world that lay beyond his previous understanding.
Lastly, The ancestor was no more than an average solider in a small kingdom he served. The Sambo kingdom he called it.
After absorbing all the mundane details, Fero finally embarked on his true journey into magical training.
For six grueling months, Fero dedicated himself to a rigorous training routine. Enduring the monotony of solitude proved to be a significant challenge, yet Fero persisted, devoting himself entirely to training every single day.
The bulk of his six-month training revolved around mediating and hunting creatures, all without aid or knowledge of the opponent's strengths. According to the ancestor, genuine experience surpassed mere practice. He noted that in the army he served, they only engaged in simulated training, devoid of real danger. Sadly, it was this lack of real combat experience that led to his demise on the battlefield.
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On a balmy summer morning, Fero stirred from his makeshift bed of animal leather, stretching languidly as he greeted the still-darkened confines of his cave dwelling. With a casual flick of his finger and a muttered incantation, he summoned forth a radiant orb of light that dispersed the shadows, bathing the cavern in a gentle glow.
Emerging from his subterranean abode, Fero was greeted by the breathtaking sight of nature unfolding before him in the soft morning light. The whispering breeze teased at his long hair as he stood, contemplating the passage of time and his place in this unfamiliar world.
Addressing the ever-present System, Fero mused aloud about the length of his tenure in this realm. "Eight months," he reflected, "and yet I am still ignorant of this world. It's time to explore some shit."
The fairy appeared, perching delicately on Fero's shoulder, admiring the vista. "Yes, I must admit, Fero, you've truly blossomed. Your months of meditation have brought such peace to you. It's a joy to be in your company now," she murmured, resting her head against Fero's.
Fero plucked the fairy from his shoulder with two fingers and flung her to the ground. "Hahahahahaha! You have no idea what's coming, dumb ass! You're just fucking lucky you weren't useful to me during my training," he exclaimed, his excitement palpable.
The fairy, shocked and disheartened, vanished, leaving Fero laughing maniacally in solitude.
As his laughter gradually subsided, Fero muttered, "Status."
- Level: 8
- Title: Crazy Child, Len User
- Strength: D+
- Magic: D-
- Charm: A-
- Dexterity: C
- Luck: E-
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Examining his stats, Fero pondered, "Dayum, my strength and magic have increased a shit ton. But why is my dexterity so high? It's the same rank as that retarded ancestor."
Entering the cave once more, Fero traversed its corridors, summoning the system as he went.
"Did I give you permission to disappear back there?" Fero demanded, his gaze piercing.
"N-No?" stammered the system.
Without hesitation, Fero delivered a backslap, causing her to collide with the wall before rebounding to the ground.
Quickly regaining composure, she returned to Fero's side, enduring the blow without sustaining much damage and accepting it as thought it was a routine.
Fero continued, "Is there a safety feature to ensure my survival if something happens?"
"I am that safety feature. Anything else, or shall I leave?" she replied tersely.
"Can you temporarily boost my abilities beyond their limits?" Fero inquired.
"No," came the blunt response, ending the conversation abruptly.
Arriving in the cavern's main chamber, Fero summoned his ancestor.
"Fight me!" Fero exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face, drool trailing from his mouth.
The ancestor regarded him with surprise. "That's unexpected, disciple. Our last spar ended poorly for you. What makes you think this time will be different?"
"Magic! That shit will make a big difference!" Fero replied eagerly, ready to strike.
"I taught you len control, not len techniques. It's futile, disciple. You still require much training," the ancestor retorted, his tone tinged with pride.
"Shut ya bitch ass up and fight me." Fero snapped impatiently yet couldn't attack him since he was still in his small form...