I felt a surge of power flowing through me—A sensation I had not experienced in a long time.
Minori moved his body slightly, adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation of strength.
—
Especially in the realm of magic.
Now, with a magic stat of 28, he could finally wield fourth-tier magic.
Previously, he had promoted the simple auxiliary spell "Heating" up to fourth-tier, but due to insufficient magic capacity, he had been unable to cast it.Now, that limitation had been eliminated.
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Demon Swordsman.
That was the name of his newly acquired class.
Minori frowned slightly, combing through his memories.
He recalled that somewhere within the Great Tomb of Nazarick, there was an individual who had a similar profession.
After a moment's careful thought, the memory surfaced clearly.
Beliblad.One of the 41 Supreme Beings.
An alien entity whose grotesque body was a mass of mouths and flesh, wielding two staffs and two swords simultaneously with four muscular arms.
His build had been monstrous, yet his profession was Magic Warrior—a hybrid of martial and magical abilities.
However, within the ranks of the Supreme Beings, Beliblads strength had been considered merely middling.His value came not from his raw power but from exceptional player skill and tactical expertise during team operations.
From this alone, it was clear—
The Magic Warrior archetype was inherently limited.Neither a true frontline powerhouse nor a full magic caster, it lacked the extreme specialization needed to dominate the upper echelons of combat.
In YGGDRASIL's strict level cap system, such hybrid paths inevitably compromised peak performance.
—
But.
Minori's eyes narrowed slightly.
This was not YGGDRASIL.
With the "Genius" racial trait enhancing his growth rate and breadth of skill development, he could overcome these systemic limitations.
Besides—
The fate of Beliblad in reality had left an impression on Minori.
Of the 41 Supreme Beings, Beliblad was one of the few whose death in the real world was confirmed—eliminated after uncovering forbidden knowledge about a massive conglomerate in their reality.
It was a story both tragic and cautionary, and it had etched itself deeply into Minori's mind.
—
Bending down, Minori picked up the freshly killed wild hare lying at his feet.
With a smooth motion, he drew his iron sword, sliced open the creature's belly, and let the steaming viscera spill out onto the grass.
Nearby, Blinmuguo, his temporary companion, eagerly scuttled over, snatching up the entrails and devouring them noisily.
Minori paid him little attention.
Instead, he muttered under his breath:
"Heat."
A faint red glow enveloped the hare.Consuming only 1 point of magic, Minori deployed the zero-level Heating spell.
Under the spell's effect, the hare's fur charred and curled away, reduced to fine ash that fluttered to the ground.
Within a minute, the meat began to sizzle, releasing a savory aroma into the air.
—
After a perfunctory cleaning of the meal, Minori sat with his back to a wide tree trunk—a defensive posture to guard against ambush.
Although his current strength made him virtually invulnerable to most creatures outside the forest's core, Minori was not so naïve as to drop his vigilance.
In this world, complacency often spelled death.
—
The roasted meat was bland, lacking seasoning.After tearing off the tenderest portions for himself, Minori tossed the remainder to Blinmuguo, who squealed in gratitude.
Minori watched in silence.
According to the customs of his homeland,before slaying a loyal beast, it was proper to allow it one final full meal.
Blinmuguo had served his purpose.
Now, Minori had no further need for him.
The conditions for upgrading his Genius class were already met.
There was no longer any reason to linger in the Great Tob Forest.
—
"Eat slowly," Minori said quietly, a rare smile flickering across his face.
"Thank you... Master," Blinmuguo stammered between bites, his mouth stuffed with meat.
Minori looked away.
With one hand resting casually in his pocket, he raised his iron sword with the other.
It was time to test the passive ability: Magic Infusion.
—
At his mental command, Minori felt the magic within him stirring, flowing along his arm and into the blade.
Immediately, a faint aura enveloped the iron sword—a shimmering, translucent field of magical energy.
—
Minori's sharp eyes noted the changes.
The sword's sharpness increased perceptibly.
Not only had the magic been imbued into the blade, but it also seemed to have subtly enhanced the weapon's cutting potential.
An extremely useful ability.
However—
Crack.
—
A faint cracking noise reached Minori's ears.
He froze.
Tiny fractures spiderwebbed across the surface of the iron sword.
In barely two seconds, the entire blade was covered in shimmering cracks.
And then—
With a brittle shatter, the iron sword disintegrated into a cascade of metal fragments, leaving only the hilt in his hand.
Minori stared at it in stunned silence.
—
"Master? What happened?" Blinmuguo looked up, puzzled.
Minori waved him off absently, his mind racing.
"The weapon couldn't withstand the magic infusion..."
He reached into his item box and pulled out a mithril dagger.
Infusing magic once more—
This time, the dagger absorbed the power smoothly, its surface gleaming without any sign of cracking.
—
"As I thought."
Minori's eyes flashed.
Only materials capable of conducting magic—such as mithril, orichalcum, or enchanted steel—could survive the burden of Magic Infusion.
Ordinary iron weapons simply disintegrated under the strain.
It was a simple but vital lesson.
In YGGDRASIL, such nuances had been abstracted away.
Here, reality was far less forgiving.
—
Contemplating further, Minori lifted his palm and began channeling magic into it directly.
Blue-tinged magical energy flickered to life, swirling above his open hand.
A thought struck him:
"This isn't just for weapons."
"Magic in this world should not be confined to rigid structures like in the game."
Seized by inspiration, Minori retrieved an item he had previously discarded—a murky, foul-smelling bag of alchemical solution.
Originally, it had been little more than a failed experiment.
But now—
He had a new method to refine it.
—
Bringing the bag forward, Minori began a careful magic infusion into the alchemical solution.
Immediately, the liquid responded.
The muddy, foul-smelling fluid began to shimmer faintly.
Encouraged, Minori continued, pouring in magic steadily:
1 point of magic power.
2 points.
3 points.
4 points.
5 points...
After consuming the equivalent of a first-tier spell's worth of magic, the transformation was complete.
The solution had condensed, the volume shrinking to a third of its original amount.
The murky fluid had turned a clear, luminous blue.
—
Minori narrowed his eyes and invoked:
"Item Appraisal."
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[Item: Magical Alchemical Solution (Paralysis Potion)]
Level: Minor
Effect: Inflicts "Paralysis" status for 10 minutes upon contact. (Potency degrades after 30 days)
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Minori allowed a rare smile to form.
It had worked.
By combining life magic with real-world alchemical methods, he could create items that even Nazarick might not possess.
Although primitive now, it was the beginning of a new path.
—
The pharmacist class could also produce potions, but required painstaking gathering and mixing of herbs.
Minori's method—infusing magic directly into raw alchemical materials—was far faster.
He had, perhaps, discovered a shortcut.
—
Gripping the water bag tightly, Minori focused once more.
More magic.
He wanted to see—how far could this transformation go?