"Water spirits, heed my call! Gather in my hands, and cleanse the world of its dust—Water Cannon!"
"Damn it! Why isn't it working!"
First, sense the presence of magic, then concentrate your mind...
It's happening! A tingling, numb sensation is spreading through my arm... right now...
"Water spirits, heed my call! Gather in my hands, and cleanse the world of its dust—Water Cannon!"
"Why is it still not working! Where did it go wrong..."
My name is Leon Cabadorn. Three years ago, I was born into this magical world.
Now I can read and understand most of the text in the book.
I also figured out my parents' names.
The father is: Seglade Kabudin.
"It sounds ordinary."
Her mother is: Felita Philobies Cabdeon.
It seems that after marriage, the husband's surname will be added, for example, Mrs. Cabdeen, or the Cabdeen couple.
Sylvie's full name is Sylvie Emilia.
The ability to quickly master the world's written language is all thanks to Sylvie.
This includes the content of the book.
The Magic Textbook
It contains many records of magic and things about this world.
These must be teaching materials left behind by my mother when she was a teacher.
What surprised me was that not everyone in this world could use magic.
That's how it was with Sylvie.
It seems that due to their race, none of them are magicians.
What a pity!
"With such big breasts, I thought they were created by magic."
I've had that thought in my mind.
His dream of using magic to elevate a man's dignity to a higher level was completely shattered...
Sylvie even found me a place to secretly practice magic.
attic……
Although the space wasn't large, it was a secret base for a three-year-old child.
Almost every day, I would go to the attic to practice magic, but I just couldn't cast it, which really frustrated me.
"Do I really have no magic power at all? I can't even cast the lowest level of magic."
The book says that everyone is born with a fixed amount of magic power. This amount of magic power determines the level of magic you can use, and it also represents your status in this world.
Magic is divided into eight ranks: low-rank, mid-rank, high-rank, king-level, saint-level, emperor-level, god-level, and grand magician.
Previously, the mother used the phrase "fly away happily and painlessly".
It was actually a King-level magic.
Furthermore, magic like this seems to be at least at the King level.
But my mother is only in her early twenties.
To possess such a king-level magic is truly remarkable!
"Water spirits, heed my call! Gather in my hands, and cleanse the world of its dust—water..."
"Oops... What's wrong? My head feels so heavy! Here we go again, my magic is depleted..."
When I woke up, I was already in Sylvie's arms.
She seemed to know that I had this kind of time every day, and she would always carry me down from the attic on time. Otherwise, my impulsive father would be searching the world for someone.
However, this does not diminish my boundless curiosity about magic.
This kind of life lasted for about two months...
"Water spirits, heed my call! Gather in my hands, and cleanse the world of its dust—Water Cannon!"
Just after I finished chanting the incantation, the air around me began to stir, and then I could clearly see a drop of water appear out of thin air in my hand.
"It was a success!"
At that moment, I was overjoyed; it seemed that the magic wasn't entirely absent.
From these past two months, I've realized one thing: you really can't completely trust what's in books.
The idea that everyone is born with a fixed total amount of magic power is something I can clearly sense—that my magic power is being depleted later each time, which means…
My total magic power is increasing!
I quickly ran downstairs, wanting to share this joy with my mother.
Hmm... Ah... xx... xxx...
but.
Before I even reached the door, I heard indescribable sounds coming from my mother's room, even though I was just a 15-year-old boy.
Even a fool could tell what your parents are doing right now!
I helplessly shrugged and continued studying magic.
As time went on, I discovered an important problem.
I've made a complete mess of the attic; the floor is covered in water stains.
Several times, when my magic ran out, I even collapsed on it, my clothes getting soaked.
Because of this, Sylvie had to change my clothes several times a day.
Although Sylvie didn't complain, I still felt bad, so I asked her to bring me a huge basin of water so that the same thing wouldn't happen again.
...
"Water spirits, gather in my hands, and cleanse the dust of this world—Water Cannon"
"Oh my, so you can cast magic without reciting the incantation!"
About half a year later, I was surprised to find that the magic incantation could actually be shortened!
Furthermore, spells with shorter incantations are significantly more powerful, and even their mana consumption is reduced considerably.
"Water spirits! Cleanse the dust of this world—water cannon!"
"Water sprites, cleanse the dust—water cannon!"
"Water cannon"
"If it's this short, what will happen if I don't sing it?"
"..."
As the surrounding air currents surged, a pale blue light began to gather in his palm, and ripples of water appeared, gradually forming a water sphere.
It was even bigger than my head, and it fell into the basin of water with a thud.
It can be done without chanting!
If that's the case, then why chant incantations before casting magic? Isn't that redundant?
I made an attempt to find information about the absence of chanting in the book, but there was no record of it.
"Can a beginner like me do this?"
Is it a common, overused method?
Even magic like Mother's requires chanting incantations...
"Could it be that I'm a magical genius?!"
In that case, it's indeed possible that the book might not record it.
Yeah...
I jumped up excitedly; I, reborn, was no longer a useless person incapable of cultivation.
but……
How can I launch my water balloon?
Although it can appear out of thin air like magic without chanting, it's just a fancy trick.
Magic has no offensive power?
The book doesn't mention this issue either.
"Is there a specific target for attack?"
I glanced at my father practicing swordsmanship outside the window, and it seemed like I suddenly remembered something.
"..."
The water balloon in her hand, after gathering, flew straight towards her father and hit him directly on the head.
I was so scared that I quickly squatted down. If I were discovered, I would definitely get a scolding.
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