Jihoon stood at the edge of a cliff, looking out over the sprawling landscape of Murim. His body, now in the prime of its youth, felt strange yet powerful. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, and the sounds of distant waterfalls echoed in the valley below. His mind, however, was elsewhere.
The system had given him a simple mission: Make magic known to the world. Build a sect, train disciples, and create a legacy.
He didn't know the first thing about magic, but he had an idea. System, how do I begin? Jihoon thought, hoping for some kind of guidance.
Initializing magic training...
A surge of energy coursed through his body, and before him appeared a glowing orb of light, shifting colors as it hovered in the air. It was a small thing, barely the size of a marble, but it felt like a universe of possibilities.
He reached out, and the orb responded, floating into his hand. This is your first lesson, Jihoon. You must learn to control the flow of energy in your body. Magic is not an external force, but a part of you. To harness it, you must become one with it.
Jihoon focused, his fingers trembling as he attempted to direct the orb's movements. The orb flickered, pulsing with light as if testing his will. With each attempt, the orb grew brighter, responding more strongly to his commands. He wasn't just learning magic—he was shaping it.