The inside of the book seemed to glow as I lifted up the cover, revealing a page full to the brim of writing that to my disappointment, was way too small for me to be able to read in a comfortable position.
And so I tediously repeated the action of dragging the book that was a bit too heavy for a 10 day old body.
I heard Yelena chatting to our maid, Emily, as I fake slept beside them, about how it took me a whopping 5 days to finally open my eyes. I guess my body was uninhabited before I transmigrated into this body.
But then how did it function?
Hmm, the unknown is rather scary sometimes.
So yeah, I'm ten days old.
Reaching the end of my arduous journey towards the bookshelf pillar, I leaned the book on said pillar and began reading, with my heart regaining its previous vigor.
There's a reason why I'm so excited to learn sightic.
It's because my previous life, for lack of better vocabulary, was so grey.
As a General in War, mundane colours just seemed to follow me everywhere, like a curse.
The dull silver of the knights gear, the dark murky blood that never seemed to fail to corrupt the battlefield, and the sight of death.
And what topped off the dull cake, was the cloudy weather that seemed attracted to the cloudy moods of the soldiers, whether they were battling or not.
Even after winning a war. My heart would only beat out of labour, and not out of happiness. After all, nothing mattered. We're just objects, programmed to feel 'happiness' when something 'good' happens, programmed to feel 'sadness' or in special cases 'anger' when something doesn't go our way.
Soon my mind started to take that same theme, labelling everything as pointless and tedious, as if I didn't sleep the full night in a comfy bed.
Even when I became king, that theme never left me. Not even in face with the most vibrant and priceless jewels, did my eyes gain shine.
There was only one thing in the world that gave me solace, and those were the extremely rare Northern lights, that came to meet me yearly, even coming earlier than normal to accompany me in my last moments, before leaving earth for another world.
(A/N: Northern Lights-chan first waifu? Jk.)
(A/N: Or am I…?)
Maybe they were my purpous for living, I just loved them that much, they were the one thing that never lost colour in my eyes.
That and my responsibilities as a general, and later on in my life, my foolish desire for power, which I was deluded to believe to be what I wanted.
If only I hadn't lost my touch on reality at that point, on why nothing matters. Not power, not gold, nothing.
But it was those witches the entire time. They were the antagonists, not me. It was them that killed the King, not me. They told me I would be a king and made me think that I should strive for something because of how lucky I was, and deluded me into thinking that I was the king, but I was actually a pawn that whole time.
Alas, after being completely corrupted by greed, my peculiar desire for colour began to sink into the depths into my soul, seemingly never to be felt again, only to be fished out in my final view of the northern lights. And my final moments in that world.
It's tragic isn't it? That I found my 'purpous in life', right when I was about to die. A thing that reigned over my philosophy on reality that only seems useless when I think about said desire, but in any other time that philosophy is like the most important thing ever.
But thankfully i transmigrated for some reason, and I really could not complain less…
Except for the fact that I could've maybe rolled some better parents, but nevermind.
Alas, that's why the thought of a world of witchcraft, as I feel more comfortable calling it, fascinates me. Knowing I could make fires appear into my hand and things of the like. It's a weird feeling and even I don't know why I feel this way, maybe it screams adventure to me, and therefore… colour? Ahh I don't know. Well whatever; point is, I wanna see colour.
3 hours later…
I've been reading for 3 hours now… and I haven't let out a single yawn. After all this is genuinely fascinating. Let me tell you how optic powers work. And no I don't know why my parents haven't checked on me yet, are you trying to escape from info dump-kun?
You see, the way optic powers work is that there are countless things in the atmosphere called 'Elemental Particles'. These particles come in all different types such as: Water particles, earth particles, and even more obscure ones like ice and lightning.
These particles are everywhere in the atmosphere and they are so small that there are millions of each types everywhere you go.
Typical xianxia stuff right?
Well this is where it gets interesting.
So right now these particles are just floating around doing nothing, not interfering with humans, and neither are humans interfering with them. But the things that connect these two entities in order for humans to be able to use optic powers, are our eyes, hence the word 'optic'.
With deep understanding on the elemental particles and our eyes, humans would normally be able to enter a domain called 'Yerbavies', which translates to 'True World' in high elven, which is the time when you are able to see the world in its true form, with the countless elemental particles that were previously invisible, coming to light.
However, if you were in a battle where you needed to see what was going on, the elemental particles would only serve as an antagonist, as there's just way too many of each element for you to not have, at the very least, 50% of your vision blocked. So the elven scholars tackled this problem and found out a way in order to split your sight into two, one which would follow the 'incomplete world' if you like, and one which would enter Yerbavies.
In Yerbavies, again with deep comprehension on the domain, you are able to visit the 'Eyes mind', in which you finally have influence over the particles around you. Its a very surreal thing that can only be understood when it's done.
In Yerbavies, it wouldn't be an understatement to call you and your eyes mind monarchs. But just like any king or queen, you have a specific amount of power, or strength of influence.
The power of the eyes directly corresponds to the speed at which it can gather particles, and then in turn, turn them solid, again, I know, with deep understanding on the eyes mind and what it can do.
But we face yet another problem, how do you move these newly born objects?
Well that's when you come back to suck the toes of our trusty elven friends.
This is when chants come in. They are high elven poems, for the most part, that the minds eye transmits to the elemental particles, and the latter reacts to them, doing what the chant tells them to do.
The elemental particles actually speak a specific language, which is to everyone's surprise, high elven.
Coming back to power, which is known as optic control, there are two ways in which you can give your eyes mind stronger influence over the elemental particles.
One way is absorbing elemental particles into your minds eye when entering Yerbavies, which serves to help the eyes mind grow up and become accustomed to ordering the elemental particles, without limit. And another way to do it is to gulp down other eyes, which people normally gain from Beasts who can inherently use optic powers as unfair as it is, and absorb their eyes mind, for your own eyes growth.
Furthermore, the stronger your eyes mind's influence over elemental particles is, the higher level chants it is able to use.
And that's about everything there is to know about optic powers. All I need to do now is get the several comprehensive parts down, which is easier said than done, thanks to the annoying amount of them. But thankfully I've got such a wise and superior brain, so it may be a bit easier than expect-
Tak- Tak- Tak-
Oh no, footsteps. Atleast they waited until I was finished explaining everything. How kind of them.
With my mind at full throttle, I launched the now closed optic control book as far away from me as I could, which only ended up being about half a meter, and began to act like I was playing with the books, to avoid suspicion.
I just hope it won't be Emily.
"Ah here you are young mast-"
Tch, of course it was Emily.
After being interrupted by a peculiar sight, she decided to just take me to my parents room without saying a word.
She definitely suspicious of me. But like Yelena said it would be weird to not think of these things as a coincidence, so maybe she'll come to terms with it. And if I was really some weird phenomenon, as long as I limit the evidence she can bring to court or whatever it would be then the court (or whatever it would be) would probably just call her stupid.
Or she can just be my ally, as she should be.
I'm her young master after all.