"Now, do you believe magic is real, Mister Lustburg?"

The Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration Professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry asked me that question seriously after she'd 'transfigured' the teapot into a white mouse.

I watched the Professor of Transfiguration wordlessly. My dumbfounded expression was something I feigned. It would be weird for what she believed as a muggleborn to stay calm after the demonstration.

She was wearing outdated attire; consisted of dark green dress from Victorian Era with a matching wide hat. She looks like a theater performer who lost her way to this place. Surprisingly, she didn't look like Madam Megan Smith. Actually, she still had her beauty and matured flavor as a woman. Although she was supposedly in her early fifties, she still looked like a woman in her late thirties to the early forties.

When I used one of my skills on her, a small screen popped up before my eyes and showed:

Name: Minerva McGonagall

Race: Witch

Level: ?

HP: ?

MP: ?

Your level is insufficient to continue!

The deputy headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry who's also the Professor of Transfiguration, she is a widower and very lonely woman. Although she can turn you into a pig, the bragging right from sagging her balances the danger from seducing her.

Disregarding the humorous threat in the end, one of key characters from canon series finally appeared before. Unfortunately, her level was above me and my Observation skill couldn't show her detailed information.

Speaking of the skill I'd used, the detailed explanation was like this:

[Observation (Active) Level 7 (100%) ]: a skill that was created from observing object, person or other target. This skill will give the user information of object or person aimed by the user. At level 7, this skill can comment the information as if the skill has its own consciousness.

I was eleven years old at this moment. In previous June 6th was my eleventh birthday and today, Professor McGonagall visited the orphanage to hand over my Hogwarts acceptance letter.

Strange—

I was sure that I never registered myself to be a student in Hogwarts. But, I decided to put this insignificant detail aside. Although I had a meta-knowledge of Potterverse, it didn't mean I was omniscient. There were many things I didn't understand about Potterverse, and I was going enjoy my experience in this world.

I alternated my view between Professor McGonagall and the cup she'd transfigured into a cute little mouse. Watching the magical demonstration in reality was different from watching it from the movies. The impact was nothing like I ever felt before. Yet, my 'Gamer's Mind' did a good job in calming my surprise, amazement and other emotion from her demonstration.

I asked something that I considered very important. "What about the school's expenditures? I'm not sure if the orphanage's budget can pay the yearly tuition from such a prestigious, private school like this— Hogwarts."

"You don't need to worry about it." Professor McGonagall replied easily, as if she was rehearsing an unseen script before her eyes. She undid her transfiguration on the teapot and poured the tea into her empty cup.

When I saw her helping herself for a cup of warm tea, I kept my opinion on how that stuff has been turned into a mouse earlier. I wonder if she realized she was drinking what were formerly intestines of a mouse. Just thinking about that made my stomach churn.

She continued where she stopped earlier: "Your school tuition has been paid full by Department of Magical Education as a scholarship until you finished your Ordinary Wizarding Level, abbreviated as O.W.L., exam in the end of your fifth year. You will also get a stipend to buy your school's equipment and books each new school year."

I nodded my head. Inwardly, I felt relieved because I didn't need to spend my money. I never thought there was a program like this but my surprise is in due since the movies I'd watched never explained about any of this. Then again, I wasn't one hundred percent sure if this world would follow the canon. I made a plan to find out more about it later as I had enough time to prepare myself from the surprise which will happen in the future.

"Will you attend our hallowed hall, Mister Lustburg?" Professor McGonagall asked that question bluntly.

"Yes." I answered curtly before I sent a wry smile to Profession McGonagall's direction. "Still, knowing magic is actually real, I feel like my whole world has been turned upside down."

"You're not the only one." McGonagall paused and took a graceful sip from her cup. "The majority of the muggleborn also feel something similar too."

I didn't show any reaction when I heard how Professor McGonagall called the new blood with that derogatory term. It couldn't be helped since she had grown up in the wizarding world and been indoctrinated by her environment. It was only normal for her to follow the common sense she'd been following since she was a child. I knew how hard it was to stop one's habits which had been integrated as another important piece of one's identity. Believe in me, I had the firsthand experience.

Professor McGonagall put down her cup gracefully and then regarded me for a moment. Then, she said: "Do you have another question before I excuse myself, Mister Lustburg?"

I nodded my head and then asked her a question: "Where can I buy everything in the list?" I waved the list attached with the acceptance letter to send my intention home. "I'm not sure if I can get them all in London, ma'am."

"You need to buy them in a place called the Diagon Alley. Tomorrow, I'll take you there." Professor McGonagall answered my question easily. After that, she asked me another question: "Do you have another question?"

Since Professor McGonagall seemed to be in hurry, I shook my head; no . She seemed pleased by it and nodded her head to me.

"Then, I'll excuse myself. I need to visit the other students' places. Be ready at 10 AM tomorrow. I'll take you to Diagon Alley together with the others."

Professor McGonagall informed me before she stood up. I quickly followed her.

"I thank you for your visit, ma'am. It helped me in dispelling my doubt and confusion."

"What a polite young lad." Professor McGonagall replied with a thin smile; I could feel her sincerity. "I'll return back tomorrow. Have a good day, Mister Lustburg."

"You too, ma'am, you too — Please, be careful on your way."

I escorted Professor McGonagall to the orphanage entrance and then watched her leaving on her feet. A moment later, I saw that Professor McGonagall took a sudden turn into a nondescript alley.

Normal people wouldn't understand why she did that but as a person who'd been reincarnated from a world where Harry Potter was a mere fiction and watched the series, I could accurately guess what she was planning by going there. She would 'apparate' from that empty alley to her next destination.

Speaking of 'Apparition', I had learned it a few years ago. I could do some wandless magic after my 'Magic Control' skill had reached level 50. And currently, my 'Apparition' skill was already level 7 from the constant use. Professor McGonagall sudden visit made me aware a new chapter in my life will start very soon. And with it, I unintentionally recalled what'd happened in the past ten years.

I'd focused solely into increasing my power.

Unlike normal children who were busy to have fun, I would do something that could benefit my progress. When other children were playing around, I would help the matrons with some heavy duty. When other children were reading a children's picture book, I would read a difficult book. Of course, I didn't do it when I was still very young. I started to help the matrons after I reached five years old and got my hand on those books after I could visit the public library nearby.

Other than raising my 'Statistics' single-mindedly I had also done some quests from matrons and people in the neighborhood. I offered my service to the others wasn't because the goodness in my heart or because I was a selfless person. On the contrary, I was a very selfish person. The help I offered to the others was for the sake of increasing my own power.

'Experience Points' were my sole motivation when I offered my help.

The people thought I was a kind and selfless child who liked to help other. I didn't correct their assumption since it would open the whole can full of worm. I let them to think what they want since there was no adverse effect for me in the end. In fact, my positive image in the neighborhood had helped me a lot.

I returned back to reality, ending my reminiscence. I opened my 'Status Window' and checked my latest 'Statistics'.

Asmodias Lustburg

General Information:

- Race: Wizard

Title(s):[Gamer] [Locked] [Locked [Locked]

- Level: 16 - 12.65% to next level

- HP: 160

- MP: 761.6

Statistic Attributes:

[Strength: 5.7] [Agility: 4.8] [Mind: 13.6(8.6+5.0)] [Magic: 56(1+5.0+50)]

Miscellaneous:

[Stat Points: 80]

My 'Mind' and 'Magic' had reached beyond 50 points, the first milestone.

When a 'Statistics Attribute' reached 50 points mark, I'd got a 'Title' as a reward. Unfortunately, 'Gamer' title was unchangeable. Thus, I needed to wait for the second slot in my 'Title' to unlock if I wanted to apply my gained titles. The problem was I didn't know at what level I'd unlock the second slot.

Other than my 'Stats', the majority of my skills had been raised into maximum level. It was why the numbers inside the brackets were absurdly high.

"Dias? Earth to Dias?"

I returned back to the reality because someone had called me. I turned my face to face the speaker and then saw a little girl around my physical age. She had a shoulder-length brown hair and a pair of soft brown eyes. Her childish face had freckles on some parts. I wouldn't call her, Natasha Brigitte, as my close friend; acquaintance was the proper term, I supposed. She's the one who always following me around after I'd helped her from the bullies in the past.

In my eyes, this little girl would become a little sister figure at best. It was impossible for me to return her childish crush to me.

"What's it?"

"Has that strange lady left?"

I felt amused from that question. No one called Professor McGonagall strange. But, I couldn't fault her either since the attire McGonagall had chosen was really outdated. Not even an old lady in this age would wear such outdated attire.

"Yes," I replied after a pause, "Do you need something?"

"Big Sister Carla is waiting you in her office. She told me to tell you that you need to visit her after that strange lady has left."

I nodded my head at that. I could guess what the content behind this meeting.

Speaking of Carla McKenna, she was the only matron left in this orphanage, after the other two old matrons had retired. She was the young woman I met when I arrived into this world. The other matron at that time had retired a long time ago and she was of no importance in grand scale of the scheme.

"Then, I'm going to see Carla."

I moved from my spot, but Natasha grabbed my T-shirt suddenly, stopping me from leaving. I turned my head around and then stared at her in bemusement.

"Dias — a-are you going to leave?" Natasha managed to stutter out what was troubling her mind.

I cocked up my brows as my bemusement became clearer. I wasn't dense or oblivious to a romance but the girl crushing on me before my eyes was too young. Each choice; either returning her silly crush or rejecting her feeling for me would end with something that I didn't have any interest to meddle in. In the end, I chose keeping the status quo and being vague.

She would lose her crush on me soon — I was sure of it — after she met the more interesting boy in the junior high school or the senior high school.

"What do you mean?"

"That lady — She isn't going to take you away, right?"

"Huh? Nope. Well, she's actually a Deputy Headmistress from a private school in Scotland. She was here not to adopt me."

"Then, why was she searching for you?"

"Well, she invited me to attend the private school she is working at."

Natasha made a troubled face and then timidly asked a question, "Did you accept it?"

"Yes." I answered at once.

"Then, you won't attend the last year elementary school together with me, no?"

I held back my flinch when I saw Natasha's sad face as she almost cried.

The tears were glimmering in the corner of her eyes as though they could fall down on her freckled cheeks at any moment. If I didn't calm her soon, she would cry and I would feel bad about it. This girl never mistreated me before and making her cry would leave a bad aftertaste in my mouth.

I flicked her forehead to take her attention away from her sadness. It worked like a charm for her sadness turned into annoyance at once. She glared at me as she rubbed her forehead.

"Don't worry," I tried to soothe her anxiety, "I shall come back for Christmas and Boxing Day. It's not like I'm going to disappear forever."

"Promise?"

She offered her pinky finger to me.

I stared at it blankly. Then, I tried to find a way to get the hell out of this predicament as quickly as possible.

I wasn't a liar and I didn't want to break a promise I had made to other, with sole exception in a life-threatening situation. Promising not to disappear to this silly girl was similar with making an empty promise I would break later. I didn't want to be a liar and someone who would easily break his promise.

"IthinkCarlamustbeimpatientfromwaitingme!"

I said that quickly and dashed to Carla's study, leaving behind the bewildered Natasha who stood silently while watching my back.

"Shite! That's a close call!" I complained bitterly in my heart as I dashed to Carla's small study.

Shortly afterwards, I entered the matron's small study and immediately heard a female voice speaking to me.

"You're late. Did Natasha hold you back on the way?"

My eyes immediately searched for the speaker and I saw her sitting behind a heavy desk.

She was Carla McKenna, a woman with a matured flavor and a unique charm. She had a wavy brown hair that fell down to the middle of her back, framing her beautiful Caucasian face that had a trace of elegance bearing. Her pair of warm brown eyes was twinkling with mirth as she stared at me.

She was wearing one-piece dark blue dress, which, intentionally or not, accentuated her womanly curves. Unlike the prepubescents filled this place, whose figure was undeveloped, the sight before me was truly a sight for my sore eyes. I silently thanked the gods above for the wonderful view as I dragged my body to the empty chair in front of Carla's desk and sat down. Then, I answered her question with a simple, "Yes."

"You know, it's normal for a girl at her age to start showing interest to her opposite sex, right? Why don't you humor her? You two are still young." Her moist pink lips stretched out into a mischievous smirk.

"Hahaha, very funny, Carla."

I laughed dryly as I replied sarcastically.

A sigh that seemed not fit my age slipped out from my mouth. I leaned back my body lazily to the chair and stared at the woman before me with an unamused glance. Then, I continued where I stopped before: "That girl is only eleven. What she feels now is only a childish crush that can disappear easily when more interesting boy catches her fancy. Besides I don't have interest in that. Maybe later, for now, my priority is somewhere else."

"Good grief, what a strange child you're. Have you forgotten you're also eleven-year-old? At least, act properly like your age. A kid like you should be free spirited and playing with your friend."

"Thanks, but no thanks. To be honest, I appreciate your company more," I sent a playful smirk and wriggled my brows suggestively to her, "Only fools who'll skip the chance to spend his time with a fine lady like yourself."

"Flatterer—"

Although Carla's voice sounded indifferent, I knew she was actually flattered by my praise.

What kind of a woman who wouldn't be flattered when they're praised as a beauty? Most females were the same. They liked to be flattered and treated well because it would stroke their ego.

Of course, not all women were like that, there were those who were independent but Carla was the type who relished in flattery when she got the chance though she tried to hide it behind her indifference mask.

Carla was thirty-one-year-old this year. In spite of that, she was still a single for the sake of this old orphanage. I didn't believe there was no man knocking her door to ask her hand in marriage, so to speak.

Aesthetically, Carla was a woman with a charm that made her very pleasant in the eyes. She also had a well-developed figure with right curves in the right places too. I called her a fine lady for reason after all. Still, she poured her everything for the sake of this orphanage. The majority of women at her age would already have a daughter or two, or at least had married.

"Ehem. . ." Carla cleared her throat, dragging down my attention from my internal musings. She showed a serious look as she stared at me. It was my clue to be serious too, "So, what do you think about this private school? Are you going to enroll yourself there?"

"To be honest, the offer was very tempting. I can attend this school without thinking about school tuitions or other expenses. The dorm is said to have three meals and I get scholarship until I reach my fifth year. All in all, it is really a good offer."

"Did you accept it?"

I regarded her silently and, after a short pause, nodded my head. "I've accepted it," I replied calmly, "Besides, any spare fund is useful for orphanage."

I paused and looked around the small office.

I could easily spot the cracks, the faded paints and the peeled wallpapers on the walls. The condition of this study was bad and this wasn't the only place in this building that needed quick renovation.

This orphanage hadn't been renovated for years, almost a decade in fact. The sanitation was also very bad.

As a person who'd been living in this place for a decade long, I knew this orphanage situation better than people who came from outside. This orphanage needed more fund. The majority of its fund was spent to the children's study expense and meal, as well as other necessity like water and electricity bills.

The orphanage budget was very small, which made the orphans living in this place needed to grow up frugally. And the one who had sacrificed the most was the woman before me.

It was easy for me to admire her. Actually, it wouldn't be a mistake to say I hold a crush on her.

She was a woman worth my respect.

Speaking of my person problem, I was very confident with my decade long preparation. However, it didn't mean that I'd become complacent and negligence from it. I wasn't oblivious to the fact that, sometimes, the world would throw a proverbial monkey wrench into my easy life just for shits and giggles.

"I know you, so I won't ask you to rethink your decision," Clara's statement dragged my attention back to the reality. "I just want to know your decision. Knowing you, I should have expected this. Still, a part of me hopes you won't go to this private school."

"Of course, you'll lose your main helper, Carla."

"Hush — You," Clara glared at me. Then, a sigh slipped through her lips before she closed our short meeting, "You can go now. I'm still busy with paperwork. Allocating small fund isn't easy, you know."

"Then, I'll leave." I nodded my head, climbed down my seat and started to walk out. After I opened the door, I said: "Have a fun working." I then walked out of Carla's study with steady steps.

The next day, Professor McGonagall had taken me to London as she'd promised.

Professor McGonagall had arrived in the orphanage at 10 AM sharp, still wearing the outdated dress she'd worn yesterday.

She took me to Charring Cross and — to be honest — her skill with 'Apparition' was very bad. At least, I could say it confidently that I had the better skill between us. She still made a loud popping sound when she 'apparated'; unlike me who could do it silently and with less vertigo as the aftereffect.

After we arrived in Charring Cross, she herded me to the Leaky Cauldron. There was a group of a few small families standing near the famous pub. They seemed to be waiting for us.

When we were close enough, I used my 'Observation' skill to check them one by one. Shortly, I found who they were. The adults were escorting their children who were going to attend Hogwarts as the first years.

I found Hermione Granger and her parents, an unknown girl called Kellah Gilligrant and her father, Justin Finch-Fletchley and an adult gentleman that looked like his butler, Amanda Rowan and her parents and the last family was Lisa Turpin and her parents.

Speaking of Hermione, she looked like Emma Watson, meaning she was would grow up into a looker. I didn't have any intention to mingle with her whatsoever.

All new students presented in here were the muggleborn with muggle parents. If one of their parents was a wizard or a witch, they wouldn't need to be escorted to Diagon Alley by Professor McGonagall.

The number of muggleborn was surprisingly very low, only six with me included.

A short moment later, we followed Professor McGonagall to the back of the pub.

The Leaky Cauldron was surprisingly the exact mirror with the one in the movies, meaning it was a dinky, old bar. Although my memory was hazy at best, I could feel the similarity.

However, what had taken my interest the most was the ambience of magic in the place. My 'Magic Detection' skill went on full throttle in this place. I could sense the mysterious energy weaved in a very complicated manner to create such an exquisite enchantment.

"What an interesting place," I mused in my heart.

We arrived in the back and then waited for Professor McGonagall to open the path. The Muggle families, who were oblivious to that, looked at McGonagall with strange looks. Soon, their strange looks turned into that of a surprise. The source of their surprise was the bricks that blocked the path had crawled to the sides, opening a portal to the heart of magical Britain's business district — the Diagon Alley.

My eyes immediately drank the sight of the bustling street and the curious views presented before me. It felt like I had stepped in a different world. If not because of my 'Gamer's Mind' there must be anxiety, excitement and expectation rampaging inside my chest.

I glanced at the other children who were gaping at the curious views in front of them. Even the adults weren't spared from the effect of this magical sight.

"Welcome, to the Diagon Alley," said Professor McGonagall after she turned her body around, facing us, "Now, let's go to Gringotts first before we procure the necessary equipment and books for the children's schooling."

After that, Professor McGonagall herded us to the two stories, white-coloured building in the other end of the Diagon Alley.

"Don't wander around inside the Gringotts because I can't help you all if you accidentally offend the goblins," She told us before we entered the building. Then, she leaned her body forward and continued in a hushed tone: "Goblins hate wizards and witches because they lost the last war. They will treat you with disrespect to rile you up. Don't do anything that can offend them when you all follow me inside, am I clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I was amused by the children's and adult's apprehension and fearful looks to the two Goblin guards, which were standing in the entrance. They watched the sheathed short swords hanging around their waists warily. Professor McGonagall then herded us in and we passed the outer entrance in hurry.

Almost immediately, I saw the poetic warning engraved on the gold plate above the inner entrance, which was guarded by another goblin warrior. After that, we followed Professor McGonagall into Gringotts' hall, which was bustling with banking activity.

Goblins, clad in a business suit and wearing a monocle, were sitting behind the tall counter while the wizards and the witches queued up for their turn to do business. Some goblins were counting stacks of glimmering gold coins or twinkling precious gemstones. I believed it was an invitation to any robber who had lost their mind because of greed. At the same time, I'd found out the hidden goblin guards, armed to their teeth, ready to jump in at any moment.

Unfortunately for me, I couldn't experience the 'goblincoaster' because Professor McGonagall had told us to wait in the waiting spot.

Professor McGonagall took the money from the scholarship program and exchanged GBP for Wizarding's currencies for the adult muggle. When we were waiting, one of my skills, 'Danger Detection', warned me of the hidden goblin guard's sudden aggressiveness. In fact, some goblin tellers near the waiting spot stole a glance or two to my direction.

I didn't know why they did it but I was wary and guarded because of it. When McGonagall finished her business, she immediately took us to our first destination; the Ollivanders.

Knowing Garrick Ollivander's conduct, I thought it was a good plan Professor McGonagall had prepared. With this, the first year hopefuls could find their wand while the adults would get the other equipments. Nevertheless, there was still a small problem when Hermione wanted to follow her parents to Flourish and Bloots.

As I expected, Hermione Granger without her book-obsession wouldn't be the Hermione Granger.

After we entered the shabby shop, everyone was searching for the shop owner, except me who immediately found Ollivander's whereabouts with my 'Presence Detection' skill.

The aged wandcrafter was actually on top of a ladder, cleaning the shelf high above. I realized that his presence was very thin and it made him very hard to find if he wasn't in front of you.

"Hello. First years — I take it."

All children, but me, jumped when they heard Ollivander's soft yet clear greeting. They searched around for a moment until Hermione found the aged man above them and told the other children. Soon, Ollivander climbed down the ladder. He'd taken out his measuring tape with silver lining from his pocket and approached the child in the front, who was Hermione.

"Well, now — may I know your name, young Miss?"

"Hermione Jean Granger, sir."

"Ah — I see. Which is your wand arm, Miss Granger?"

"Er — well, I'm right-handed, I think," said Hermione.

"Hold out your arm. That's it."

Garrick Ollivander measured Hermione from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round her head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes. "That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Miss Granger. Try this one. Oak and dragon heartstring. Ten inches. Frigid and powerful. Just take it and give it a wave."

Hermione took the wand unsurely and waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once and then offered other wand. "Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try—"

Hermione tried - but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.

"No, no — here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."

Hermione tried and tried. Until it was her ninth wand that she finally found her match.

"Ah – ten three-quarters inches, dragon heartstring. Temperamental and powerful, but tend to learn more quickly than any other. And the Vinewood, suited for ambitious wizards and witches who seek a greater purpose, who have a vision beyond the ordinary and who frequently astound those who think they know them best. Please take care of her, Miss Granger. Your wand isn't a mere tool. She is a partner you need to take care wholeheartedly."

"Yes, sir," said Hermione as she bobbed her head in a trance. She then stepped back, giving the others their chance to find their wand. Her eyes never left her new wand. There was happiness and excitement in those soft brown orbs.

One-by-one, Ollivander found the wand suited for the children.

Finally, it was my turn.

"And last but not the least, Mister..."

"Asmodias Lustburg," I introduced myself with a clipped tone.

"What an interesting name. Anyway, try this, Unicorn hair and Ash—"

However, I didn't take the wand he offered because my 'Magic Detection'felt the energy in the wand core became agitated. It wasn't a wand suited for me.

"Er, I think this isn't my match, sir?"

"You could tell?" Ollivander raised his brows in interest. His pale silver eyes scrutinized my appearance very closely, "Hmm — interesting. Could you feel your match, Mr Lustburg?"

I nodded my head calmly and used my 'Magic Detection' skill to find the wand with good connection to me. After a short while, my hand moved to a certain wand and I said: "I think it is this one."

I then took the wand from the pile left by others.

"Ah — Dragon Heartstring and Cherrywood — Cherrywood often makes a wand possess a truly lethal power, and paired with dragon Heartstring, it is truly a dangerous wand."

Ollivander regarded me silently, which I returned back with my poker-face. After a moment, he nodded and said: "I think I needn't worry about that. You seem to be a good match for this temperamental wand. Please take care your wand well, Mister Lustburg."

I nodded my head and then returned back to my previous spot.

Shortly after that, the adults arrived and took us to Madam Malkin's Robe for Occasions before we could stroll in Diagon Alley. The day was closed with eating cold treat in Florean Fortescue Ice Cream Parlor before Professor McGonagall dropped me back in the orphanage with a new trunk, which was filled with my Hogwarts' books and equipment.

Skills which were mentioned but not explained:

[Danger Detection (Passive) Level 24 (7.3%)]: a natural survivalinstinct. It allows the user to sense when something bad might happen. The higher the skill level, the earlier the user can sense danger. At current level, user can sense danger 0.24 seconds earlier.

[Presence Detection (Active/Passive) Level 83 (44.7%)]: a skill that sense presence around the user. It is instinctive skill, yet the user can focus on it to expand the range of the skill. It also gives the user the appearance of the presence the user focuses on.

Effect(s):

- Passive effect: 83 Meter.

- Active effect: 830 Meter.

- Active MP Cost: 10MP/Sec.

[Apparition (Active) Level 7 (Maximum level)]:It's a magical method of transportation. The user needs to focus the destination before activating the skill and the user will disappear from the current location and appear in the desired location. At level 7, this skill doesn't make a sound and the aftereffect is lessened by 99%. This skill cost 100MP for domestic travel and 500MP for international travel.

Footnote:

Chapter was fixed at August18th, 2018