I chose to become a magician to recover my body and move around. As a result, the "Occupation" section in my status changed to "Magician."
Ah, my Magic Power and Intelligence went from G to F. So, my stats change based on the job I take? It feels like a game.
"It hurts... but it's not as bad as when my memories flooded back. I can endure this."
Information about being a magician was drilled into my head.
Maybe my sense of pain has already numbed. I'm becoming less sensitive to pain. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing, but for now, it's helping me.
"I see, so I need to manipulate the magic power within my body to use magic. I guess I should start practicing that first."
At least I understand the basics. Now, I need to recover enough to move and escape.
I lay down and began practicing magic manipulation.
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"Magic power is surprisingly easy to grasp once you recognize it. It feels like something other than blood flowing through your body. It's weird for someone from the modern world, but I guess you get used to it once you're skilled."
About an hour passed since I started practicing.
I think I've managed to move magic power at will now.
"Heal."
Whoa!? I feel like my magic power drained significantly. It doesn't feel great, and the efficiency is terrible.
"Did it heal me? It's hard to tell."
It feels like my broken bones are partially healed, but not completely. The pain in my body has slightly lessened, though.
If I cast Heal a few more times, I should be able to move.
I'll have to endure this unpleasant feeling of losing magic power multiple times, but there's no other choice. Despite the discomfort, I managed to recover enough to move.
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"My body feels better, but I'm starving. I'm starting to feel lightheaded."
After recalling a safe location from the boy's memories and moving there, the next problem was hunger.
...Do I really have to scavenge for leftovers?
In the boy's memories, he scavenged for food. But as a modern person, the idea of eating spoiled food is hard to stomach.
"That leaves me with... stealing, I guess."
Either eat leftovers or steal. Both options are terrible by modern standards, but...
Wait, can a scrawny Level 1 boy even pull off stealing? I've never stolen anything in my modern life, so I have no idea.
"Maybe I should've chosen a thief or assassin class. But then again, I needed to recover first."
Can I change my job? Oh, wait, I can.
But what does that even do? It's not like I'll learn skills or anything.
Becoming a magician didn't grant me any skills. I just got the knowledge of how to manipulate magic power.
I doubt I'll learn useful skills like detecting or concealing presence. It's more like the job gives me certain adjustments.
"Does that mean I can still use magic even if I quit being a magician? I've already learned how to do it."
This benefit of mine might be too overpowered. I can take on different jobs and gain knowledge from them.
It's like a protagonist's ability. I can see why people who get transported to another world get carried away. This sense of omnipotence is intoxicating.
"Should I kill someone from a distance with magic and strip them of their belongings?"
Lately, my thoughts have been less like a modern person's. My memories are blending with Raymond's, and it's making me think dangerous things.
I've never stolen before, but now I'm considering it. I'm casually thinking about killing someone, yet I'm hesitant to eat leftovers.
My thoughts are all over the place. Hopefully, I'll adjust soon.
"For survival. For survival. For survival. I need to accept this."
I muttered to myself while looking for someone I could take down. Preferably someone despicable, so I wouldn't feel guilty.
After sneaking around the slums for 15 minutes, I found a suitable target despite feeling faint from hunger.
"That guy's in the boy's memories. He's the one who steals food from the slum kids."
Raymond had his food stolen by him multiple times. Right now, he's walking slowly through an alley with food in his hands.
I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then used Appraisal on him.
"Wow, he's weak. Well, stronger than the boy, but still."
Most of his stats were capped at D, and even then, they weren't fully developed. He's only Level 8, so I might be able to take him down with magic.
"I can do this. I've always been told I can achieve anything if I try."
With trembling hands, I aimed my finger like a gun. I'd practiced Heal and a bit of offense, so as long as I didn't miss, I could kill him.
"Let's do this, let's do this, let's do this."
After taking a few deep breaths, I cast the spell.
"Dark Ball."
A black sphere shot from my fingertip.
Despite my shaky aim, it hit the man's head perfectly and exploded.
"I did it... I really did it."
Even though my stomach was empty, something rose up. I crouched down and vomited.
"Phew. I killed him."
Once I calmed down, I quickly retreated. I went to the man's body and took his food, money, and a dagger.
"Ugh, gross, gross."
Seeing the man's face missing its upper half made me want to vomit again. I held it in and fled the scene.
"I need to get back to my hideout fast. If someone sees me with this food and money, they'll take it."
I retraced my steps and sneaked back to my hideout.
"Dried meat, portable rations, and fresh water. It's good that some of it can be stored. I'd like some vegetables, though."
I started eating the rations. I heard it's dangerous to eat too much after being starved for a long time.
I drank water slowly while filling my stomach.
"It doesn't taste great, but..."
Tears welled up. I realized how fortunate I was to have regular meals in my modern life.
"Ugh... Being able to eat is such a blessing."