-Location : Arjun bedroom-
In the cozy confines of my bedroom, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of home, I finally felt ready to embark on my journey into the world of magic.
"AI, project the Voluntary magic 1," I commanded eagerly, anticipation coursing through my veins like a surge of electricity.
As the command was accepted and the artificial memory began to download into my brain, I felt an overwhelming rush of sensations wash over me. It was as if my entire existence was being pulled into a whirlwind of light, drawing upon everything I knew—from the physical sensations to the symbolic meanings found in mythologies. It was a heady mix of adrenaline and endorphins, and in that moment, I understood: my magic was an extension of myself.
With the magic coursing through me, I focused on my right hand, feeling the energy shift and transform into light. The conversion was smooth, effortless, like striking a match and watching it burst into flame.
[Artificial memory completed.]
As the memory completed and I returned to reality, sitting on my bed, I couldn't help but feel disoriented. The sudden shift from altering the laws of the world to the confines of my bedroom was jarring.
"AI, start recording the memory," I instructed, eager to capture this moment for posterity.
With a deep breath, I attempted to replicate the sensation I had experienced, combining my own memories with the rush from the AI-induced simulation.
"Lumos," I whispered, and with a soft buzzing sound, a ball of light materialized above my palm. It was a moment of pure exhilaration, witnessing the manifestation of my own magic for the first time, under my command.
But as quickly as it appeared, the light began to sizzle out, leaving me with a profound sense of exhaustion that seemed to seep into the very depths of my soul.
[Ting. Magic reserves: 0.]
Analyzing the data, I realized just how taxing the spell had been on my reserves. Three units consumed in a matter of minutes, leaving me feeling drained and depleted.
[Duration of magic- 3 minutes.
Time taken to cast– 5 minutes.
Reserves consumed- 3 units.]
"AI, term the simulated magic as database magic, compare the event 'first magic' to database magic Lumos," I instructed, seeking to understand the magnitude of my achievement.
As the comparison was made, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within me. Despite my inexperience, I had successfully performed magic on my own—an accomplishment not to be taken lightly.
"[Lumos mastery: 0.5/100.]"
But mastering magic would not be easy, especially the current me who is without the aid of foci. So, I am left with the primitive method of dedication, perseverance, and a whole lot of practice.
I guess, I should keep practicing while echoes of my laziess if haunting me. But I exorcised it by asking the the next question, how long will it take to refill the reserves?
-Location : Park after 1 month-
The answer to the question of how long it takes for my magic reserves to refill is surprisingly simple: one day. It doesn't matter how much of my magic I use; it always replenishes itself within a single day. Probably an adaption by wizard during the course of evolution.
[AI Profile:
Arjun Prasad
Race : Wizard
Age: 6 years 3 months
Skills: Medical knowledge (Medicine, Pediatrics), Programming (Basics), Physics (High school level), Chemistry (High school level), Social studies (High school level), Biology (Integrated into medical knowledge).
Magic: Lumos - 5/100
Physique Level: Athletic child
Reserves: Six units]
As I updated my AI profile with the latest developments, I couldn't help but marvel at how easily I could manipulate the information stored within it. It was almost like changing the wallpaper on my phone—a simple task that brought about a sense of satisfaction.
In addition to updating my profile, I also managed to accomplish a few other tasks. I successfully completed the pediatrics postgraduate course, reaching the same level I had attained in my previous life. Alongside that, I delved into the basics of programming, expanding my repertoire of skills.
But perhaps most importantly, I experienced a modest increase in my magic reserves, gaining an additional unit. It might seem like a small victory, but considering the difficulty in achieving even the slightest growth in magical abilities, it felt like a significant accomplishment.
Seriously, if it's this challenging for me, a mature adult trapped in a child's body, to enhance my magical prowess, I can only imagine the struggles faced by wizarding teenagers. However, I hold onto the hope that as I navigate the tumultuous waters of puberty and hormones, my magical growth will accelerate exponentially.
[View Hypothesis 13 for more info.]
"Lumos," I whispered, and the light buzzed into existence, casting a soft glow around me as I waited for the other kids to arrive for our early morning karate class in the park.
It was a new venture for this past life nerd, stepping into the world of martial arts, and despite quitting similar lessons in my past life after just a month, I felt a sense of excitement coursing through me. In today's society, knowing how to defend oneself properly was a necessity, especially against the masked, racist psychopaths who wielded considerable power.
As the instructor entered the park, my attention shifted towards him. Max Golson—a former youth karate champion turned coach, master, and sensei—stood before us with a ripped, lean figure, blond hair, and piercing Skye blue eyes. At 6 feet tall, he exuded an aura of confidence and expertise.
He greeted me with a wave of his hand, and without thinking, I blurted out, "I can't wait to grow up to 6 feet."
Max chuckled at my remark and proceeded to ruffle my hair and pinch my cheek—an action that I despised. I made a mental note to exact revenge later; after all, I should be the one doing the pinching.
"Ok, little guy, I hope you grow tall too. What's your name?" Max asked, his tone friendly but somewhat clueless.
"Arjun Prasad," I replied, unable to hide my irritation at his attempt at conversation.
"Indian, huh? Had an Indian classmate in university. Bale Bale, right?" he continued, completely missing the mark.
I shot him a disdainful look, unimpressed by his failed attempt at camaraderie. "That guy is a Singh, and I am from the south. There is a lot of difference," I retorted, making it clear that his assumption was way off base.
It was moments like these that reminded me of the brutal honesty of children, and I decided to milk it for all it was worth. Max seemed to catch on to my cheeky demeanor and bluntly expressed his disdain for dealing with kids.
"The feeling is mutual, sir," I quipped back, relishing the opportunity to tease him.
It was a realization I had come to in my new life—I enjoyed pushing boundaries and testing limits, as long as I didn't overstep them. In essence, I was an adorable 6-year-old asshole, capable of talking back with the ease of taking a breath.
Location : Karate class
[Hand should be tightened, and elbow should flex.
Punches till body limit: 15]
With each punch, I felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins, driving me forward with relentless determination. As the other students began to falter and fall from exhaustion, I continued to push myself, fueled by the sensation of being in the spotlight.
There was something intoxicating about being the center of attention, about the eyes of my peers fixed upon me in wonder and admiration. It stirred something deep within me, perhaps a remnant of my past struggles as a loner seeking recognition.
But now, here in the midst of the karate class, I reveled in the attention, soaking in every word of praise from the instructor and the looks of the kids.
"Arjun, you are a truly talented brat," he exclaimed, his words were singling me out for recognition, though there was undertone of slight teasing, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride swell within me.
Yet, amidst the praise and admiration, there was a twinge of jealousy that gnawed at my insides. For there, standing beside the instructor, was David's hot single mom.
Now you see the muscle head is standing in front me showing me off to David's hot single mom. I felt a fine hint of jealousy at him because I never had a chance to flirt so in my past life.
You see, David's mom is a hugger, and I am embarrassed to admit my first hug with hot non-familial lady was her.
The asshole is trying to impress her showing me as an example for his teaching.
The thing you need to know about me is that I was mischievous kid in my first childhood.
I used to punch straight ahead at the adult standing in front of me. Combined with my short height as a kid and the men's no-go zone was in direct line of vision and reach for my fist. My dad's employees and even my uncles were terrified of me because of my casual punches at the no-go zone.
Time to show the teacher, my brand of past life childhood.
1, 2 ,3 change form to the next set and punch.
"OH, fuck"
And Max collapsed holding his hands between his legs.
I immediately went near him, "Sorry Teach, I didn't think you were looking elsewhere."
The sympathetic looks from all the ladies caused Max's face to contort with a mix of discomfort and embarrassment. Witnessing his plight, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt creeping in. It was a reminder of the delicate balance of human interactions, where the desire to avoid embarrassment often outweighs the impulse to cause it.
Deciding not to exacerbate the situation any further, I made a quick decision to diffuse the tension. "David, Max, and Tina, bring some wet towels," I instructed, diverting the attention away from Max's predicament.
His position is every man's nightmare, it even made me feel guilty at my actions. Such is the nature of Mankind.
Mankind would rather feel guilty about the action, than avoid doing the said action.
So, I will not embarrass him further. In the back of my mind, a guilty - for today - was heard.
"David, Maxwell and Tina bring some wet towels."
The brats immediately scrambled to do as I say.
I always wanted to be the leader of the group. Now I am one, just like the ones I was envious of in my past life. Even If my ego hurts, it is the truth. I also wanted to be like them - better at sports, popular, a sexy girlfriend and loyal to fault friends.
Well, I was rich and smarter back then, but I was also a loner too with only occasional causal hangout friends. Anyways, the point is I wanted to enjoy my life to the fullest like alcohol but always hesitated. But now with my past life experiences and AI, the confidence of being much ahead than my peers, I believe I can do that.
-Chapter end-
[Hypothesis Thirteen: Magic usage induces changes in the body, the extent of which is currently unknown. This is evidenced by my increased athletic nature within just one month of practicing magic.
Reason 1: It is hypothesized that the body undergoes adaptations to accommodate magic usage by the age of 11, similar to the biological processes of puberty occurring between 11 and 18 years of age. This magical puberty is completed by the age of 11, after which further growth depends on individual efforts.
Reason 2: Magical maturity is achieved by the age of eleven, and until the end of biological puberty, the growth of magical skills is rapid due to the body's increased capacity to adapt to changes. Additionally, hormone-induced emotions and feelings during puberty are believed to be helpful in training magical intent.
Furthermore, it is observed that the growth of magic reserves follows a normal, constant rate from the age of 18 until death.
The increase in athletic nature observed may be considered a side effect of this adaptation process. However, it is noted that the limits of athletic prowess remain the same as those of normal individuals, although wizards and witches may find it easier to reach these limits.
An analogy is drawn to Captain America, who is often regarded as the epitome of human capabilities. While human martial artists like Batman and Black Widow can train extensively to approach such levels, the magical population has the capacity to achieve similar feats more rapidly and with less effort. Though most never do so.
It is emphasized that attributes such as body strength have no direct effect on magic reserves or casting abilities.]