On the 4th day, insomnia and body fatigue overlapped, and my face started to darken.
Now other workers are also reluctant to come close to me.
The supervisor deliberately placed me in a corner of the parts room out of sight and completely turned his attention away.
It seemed that my body, which would not be strange even if it died at any time, would collapse and prevent it from interfering with work time.
It was a rather good opportunity for me, who deliberately tried to cause a commotion to get himself out.
After tinkering with the parts in moderation, I sneak up from my seat and move towards the hallway.
In the meantime, I made eye contact with a worker who was working with a blank face, but he just turned his head away as if he saw something he couldn't see, and didn't say anything.
I quickly slipped out of the parts room as the supervisor swung his horsewhip with a flushed face.
The air that had been cramped was open and a cool breeze blew, and I felt that it was easier to breathe.
It would only be a matter of time before they get caught if they stay still.
With my staggering body pressed against the hallway wall and moved stealthily.
Old picture frames and broken window frames hanging intermittently in the hallway.
From the dirty hardwood floor to the fan running loudly on one side… It doesn't seem to have any special features, but that's why it's all the more strange.
This is because the game WORLD that i was playing was a typical medieval fantasy world even until ver2.0.
Things get even more complicated if this world is different from the WORLD universe i knew.
If it became impossible to use the knowledge of the game, it was as if the one hope i had was gone.
Just thinking about it makes me anxious, but now that I think about it, there is no other way.
Shaking his head forcibly, i continued down the filthy corridor, trying to remember the way.
Fortunately, my memory was far beyond normal, so it wasn't difficult for him to recall the way he had come.
Beyond simply remembering, it is also easy to accurately estimate the moment the corridor bends and adjust the distance to compose a three-dimensional space in your head.
I can predict the direction and space to estimate the scale of the factory just by looking at the shape of the hallway splitting.
I didn't walk for long, but the map of the factory was being completed in his head just by walking out of the parts room and walking down the hallways.
Continue to walk down the hallway, at some point an acrid smell stings my nose.
A smell that strongly stimulates the sense of smell and brain just by smelling it differently from a simple odor.
It is the scent of a highly addictive cigarette or a favorite item that matches it.
As i slowed down my footsteps and moved a little further, a space opened up at the end of the hallway, revealing a small side door leading out of the factory.
Accompanied by acrid smoke, small voices flowed through the slightly open door.
I found an ambiguous angle of view that would not immediately be visible even if the door was swung open, settled down and listened to the voices.
"The guys who came in this time were too slow. I don't know if I can deliver on time because of this."
"What are we going to do with the abandoned guys in the city? Even if you tap it, you have to make it faster. If you don't make it on time, the chief may burn your forehead with a cigarette."
"Fuck… I can't stand that. The last time, I was in so much pain and were in tears."
Loud laughter erupted at the man's thick curse.
From the conversations I heard, it seemed that the people chattering beyond the door seemed to be overseers similar to the furry giants.
"Why are union members so picky about time? Every time they come, the Chancellor says the number of times he visit us increases."
"Have you not heard yet? You can take the items made here and sell them to the warlocks."
"what? Why do people the wizards need a grinder?"
Was the grinder being made here?. I, who had been confined to the parts room all day had no idea what he was making.
'Anyway, it seems that magic exists in this world. That's a relief.'
It was an unfamiliar world, but without the existence of magic, my talent would not have had any meaning.
I let out a sigh of relief and listened again to the overseers' conversation.
Another voice lowered its volume and answered the man's absurd voice.
"Isn't it obvious why a warlock buys a grinder? It must be used on corpses."
"Damn it… I suddenly feel sick. I should smoke one more."
"Bite in your mouth. I will light it for you."
A thick hand holding a lighter could be seen through the crack in the door.
"The lighter is nice, but how much is it?"
"I recently bought it from Calvin & Cubs. It seems to work with magical powers."
As he spoke, he pulled his thumb and a blue flame rose from the end of the lighter and a huge upheaval occurred inside me, who was watching the series of proces.
As shock as if someone pulled a trigger in my head. It was a phenomenon that occurred when a new sensation that he had never known before stimulated my body and mind in the blink of an eye.
It was a sixth sense beyond the five senses. The third eye, and the second self.
The moment i realized what happend, i recognized that this was the basic force that made up this world and the driving force that defined existence.
Even tho it has always flowing all over the world and i was just not aware of it until now.
Previously, i had not even thought of myself as having such a talent because his mind, weighed down by despair and pain from his long years at the factory was suppressing his awakening.
However, the current me was a completely different person, fully aware of the magical powers and mental talents in this body.
All it needed was a tiny trigger, like the spark from that lighter.
The shock of opening his eyes to magical powers stopped me from thinking, and i absentmindedly savored the moment of awakening.
The power flowing through this fragile body was his most important asset, weapon, and hope.
I whispered softly, holding his thumb and forefinger together.
"light."
As the magical power obtained from the chant overlaps with the thoughts that have arisen in my head, i breaks through the realm of ideals and concepts and appears in reality.
It was magic.
Seeing the blue flame rising in my hand, my hand faintly trembled.
A flame identical to that of the lighter shining through the crack in the door was dancing on my fingers.
Everything around me has changed, but the world magic i knows hasn't changed.
For some reason, that fact alone seemed to give me a little comfort.
After i overheard the conversations of the supervisors, i escaped before being caught and returned to the parts room.
The supervisor of the parts room noticed that he was gone, and the man went wild, but fortunately, i was only beaten a few times.
Listening to what the workers around me were saying, it seemed that there were ugly rumors going around that i was looking for a place to die.
After emptying the dry porridge at once, I lay down and thought,
'Three days are left until I come to collect the products from the cooperative.'
The supervisors chatted for a long time after lighting each other's cigarettes, and i was able to get useful information from it.
'If union members come to the factory, of course the supervisors surveillance will weaken… That's the only chance.'
My weak body couldn't stand it if i delayed more than that.
Even in such a harsh environment, somehow maintaining a sane mind is only thanks to my mental abilities i invested in.
However, no one knew if i would be able to maintain my current judgment and reason even after my body was completely destroyed.
Time is not on my side, but i am not without a plan.
I carefully pulled the covers over my head, turned to face the wall, and crouched down.
As I had done before, the moment I put my two fingers together and thought of a blue flame, a small light came to mind and began to softly illuminate the inside of the blanket.
"..."
Maybe it's because I've tried it before. Now, I didn't even need a chant to use magic.
I stared at the light of that magical light, trying to bridge the gap between my knowledge of magic and reality.
In fact, i knows nothing about the sense of moving mana or the art of using magic.
The horse musketeer character i played was just using magic by memorizing a chant as i instructed over the monitor, making a hand sign, and then designating an impact point with a gun and shooting it.
The kind of magic that i now conjured by willpower, without chanting or handwriting, was of a kind i had never experienced before.
There is only one possibility that comes to mind. Could it be because of the magic-related abilities i raised to the limit when i created the character?
According to speculation, i am actually implementing the magic that vaguely remains in my head into reality with only one talent.
The ability to use magic without knowing about beasts and spirits.
I am realizing how absurd and extraordinary this was.
This talent can be properly combined with the various game knowledge i knows. It would not be impossible to grow rapidly in a short period of time.
If there is only one problem, even if the magic system of this world and the world's magic system match, is my knowledge of magic only half?
This is because the character who played in ver2.0 was able to use only a common magic system called 'Dexter' among magics because i faced the limitations of the horse musketeer job.
About the unique magic system 'Sinister' used by real wizards, I only saw and heard rumors about the same level as other players.
But for now, that was enough. Even in the common magic 'Dexter', there were many useful magics.
'The true value of magic is not in its splendor or destructive power.'
If i hadn't awakened my magical power, i would have had to roll my brain a bit more, but once i was able to use even the slightest magic, the difference was obvious.
The only thing left to do is start preparing for tomorrow.
I extinguished the flame with a clenched fist, straightened myself and closed my eyes.
Severe insomnia is still haunting me, and it has been the fourth day since i repeatedly fell asleep and woke up.
I had already given up on getting a good night's sleep without leaving this room, where the low snoring and stench mingled.
I stayed up all night almost awake, continued to practice using magic, moving magic until the other workers woke up.
Unless i gets used to this sensation, i will have no future.
There was only one path available to me, and i couldn't even think of any other possibilities and it was i who made Lennok that way.