Transmigrating: Starting in the Cyberpunk World

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The eldest miss, Eris, failed to get a peaceful night's sleep once again tonight.

As soon as she thought of the humiliating defeat from the day before yesterday, she couldn't help but squirm in her blankets, her mouth spewing harmless curses at Kael's shameless behavior.

Evidently, compared to the eldest miss's fists, her mouth was relatively powerless.

Since childhood, Eris had never suffered such a loss; she was always the one beating her peers into submission, never imagining that words of surrender would ever come from her own mouth.

She desperately wanted to get even and wash away the mark of humiliation Kael had left on her.

However, because she had caused too much trouble recently, Eris couldn't sneak out of the house for the time being; she was being watched too closely, leaving her with nothing but impotent rage against her pillow.

But the more it was like this, the clearer Kael's smug face and voice became in her mind.

The only thing worth being happy about was probably that her father was already looking for a new swordsmanship teacher for her.

But this was no easy task.

High-level swordsmen were as rare as magicians; there might not even be a few in the entire Fittoa Region, and most of them had their own backgrounds and factions.

Whether they could be recruited was one thing.

Whether they could be trusted was another.

Philip had been having quite a few headaches over this lately, not just for Eris's professional future, but because he truly lacked a top-tier expert under his command who could hold down the fort.

It wasn't that the Boreas Greylat Family hadn't sponsored and trained swordsmen, but their highest achievement had only reached the level of Advanced Swordsman.

Just like with mages, the Saint-tier was a major hurdle in a swordsman's career, one that most Advanced Swordsmen struggled their entire lives to break through.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Kael hadn't gone to sleep either; he was practicing the Water Ball magic he had learned that morning by his bedside.

According to what Kael knew, a large amount of magic practice helps in increasing mana.

As for whether this increase was an early excavation of one's own potential or breaking the upper limit of mana, it couldn't be proven yet.

Regardless of which it was, appropriate practice was never a bad thing.

A clear water ball shimmered in Kael's palm, changing into different forms.

This was incantation-less casting, breaking the conventions of sorcery and giving magic more possibilities.

It also placed higher demands on the caster.

Incantation-less casting for elementary magic isn't difficult, as long as you aren't bound by your own way of thinking.

Because this is the most basic authority of mana, a direct manifestation of matter transformation.

One shouldn't look down on the existence of mana just because everyone in this world has it in their bodies.

It is itself an incredible materialization.

It can touch almost any tangible or intangible field.

Matter, life, time, space, and so on—mana can exert an effect on all of them.

If this world were compared to a computer, then mana would be equivalent to background management permissions; the only difference is that the total amount of mana each person possesses is different, and thus the level of permission varies.

Incantations and magic circles are like functional formulas; inputting mana yields the corresponding magical result.

This indeed makes casting extremely convenient.

As long as you ensure sufficient mana and practice, you can master almost any magic, even if you have no concept of how the magic is generated.

But this also almost kills the caster's creativity.

Because you only know the formula, but you don't know its origin or the logic behind it.

All life is inherently lazy; who wouldn't want to slack off if they could?

It feels like the Creator God of this world just slapped this world together on a whim, and didn't have time to follow up with any patches.

Oh, I remember now.

The Creator God here died early and had no time at all to patch the world, so that explains it.

Kael looked at the water ball in his hand and concentrated.

In its current state, the magic is not yet fully formed, and the caster can use their spirit and consciousness to influence it.

It's equivalent to manually adjusting the casting parameters.

Some high-level mages can also do this while chanting, but it's much harder and the parameters they can adjust are limited.

Because incantation casting has already pre-set the variables; you either discard the formula of the magic spell or you must follow it.

Otherwise, the result is a conflict between consciousness and the formula, leading to a casting failure.

The water ball began to spin under Kael's consciousness, but it collapsed in an instant, splashing water all over his face.

He originally wanted to create a 'Rasengan,' but the actual difficulty of implementation was simply too great.

Because Kael had no idea what parameters were needed to form the result he wanted.

Trying to adjust according to changes in real-time was just too difficult.

His spirit and reactions simply couldn't keep up with the speed of the magic's generation.

Furthermore, the composition of the Water Ball magic seemed too simple, which meant it was unstable; even slightly drastic parameter changes would cause it to fail and break down.

Would high-level magic be more suitable for modification and adjustment?

Kael couldn't help but think this way.

But then he had another thought.

A failure in modifying Water Ball magic at most results in water splashed on his own face, but if it were Intermediate magic, a failure might splash someone else's face with blood?

One must know that the magic level spans in this world are huge.

Elementary Water Ball magic can at most snap a branch as thick as an arm, but Intermediate Water Cannon magic can blast through several walls.

The gap between them is likely more than tenfold.

Kael raised his hand and rubbed his temples; casting consumes not only mana but also mental strength.

Especially with his method of intensive research.

However, this night's practice was not without gains; at least Kael confirmed that his mana was quite abundant.

Rudy, the protagonist of this world's story, would fall into a deep sleep from mana exhaustion after casting just a few Water Balls when he first started learning magic, whereas he himself had cast nearly ten times before just starting to feel the sensation of mana depletion.

Of course, the age difference between the two was a factor here.

By the time Rudy was his age, he could already cast Saint-tier magic; his mana growth rate was terrifyingly fast, increasing exponentially every year.

Besides the result of his constant training, the main reason was that he inherently possessed such talent.

One must know that if it weren't for Rudy's reincarnation, his original body would have died from a miscarriage because the mana talent was too strong.

This could be considered Rudy's transmigration starter pack.

"Then, what is my starter pack?"

Kael lay on the bed and couldn't help but sigh.

Without an accompanying cheat, wouldn't he have to walk on thin ice his whole life? Could he even reach the other shore?

Having consumed a lot of energy, Kael soon fell asleep.

However, a sudden sensation of mental falling made him snap his eyes open. Looking around at the unfamiliar, pure white surroundings, he hadn't even adapted to what was happening before he was lifted down by someone.

"Hello there, Number Eleven."

Alliance Kael patted Jobless Kael's shoulder with a beaming smile.

In an instant, everything became clear.

"I've finally found the organization. Life has been so hard for me."

Jobless Kael hugged Alliance Kael, deeply moved.

"Wait, how has it been hard for you?"

Alliance Kael had a strange look on his face; based on the synchronized memories and experiences, hadn't he been living quite easily?

Forget it, since we're all the same person, I won't call you out on it.

"You already did."

Jobless Kael said gloomily... The next day, Roxy knocked on the door, waking Kael from his slumber.

"Kael, it's time to get up for class."

Being a tutor for the first time, Roxy was exceptionally proactive.

After all, the sense of novelty had just kicked in.

Furthermore, Kael's performance yesterday had made her very satisfied.

"Coming, Teacher."

Kael felt the surging mana within his body, feeling a bit dazed.

Compared to yesterday, it had increased by more than tenfold.

As expected, an individual's total mana is indeed closely linked to their own attributes, and the deepest connection should be with mental strength.

This feeling of a version update was simply beyond words, making Kael feel a bit of a rush.

His whole being felt refreshed, as if he had been touched up with a beauty filter.

"Kael, you feel a bit different today."

Roxy sensed something, but she couldn't see any specific change.

"Is that so?"

Kael looked down at himself and then looked up to ask.

"Maybe not?"

Roxy shook her head and didn't dwell on the issue; today's teaching tasks were more important. She had prepared for the lesson for a long time last night, just waiting to show off to Kael today.

"Kael, Mage Roxy, come and have breakfast first,"

Kael's mother's voice drifted over.

"Okay, Madam."

Roxy had just responded when she saw Kael's mother run over with agile movements, scoop Kael into her arms, and start vigorously rubbing him.

"My little baby Kael, why are you so cute today?"

"..."

The corner of Kael's eye twitched. Seeing Roxy's shifting gaze and the suppressed smile at the corner of her mouth, he felt his sense of shame explode.

After enjoying breakfast, Roxy began the morning's lessons.

What she had to teach wasn't just magic.

In fact, there were also regular courses like arithmetic, history, and language.

An illiterate person cannot become a qualified mage, nor can they become a noble.

It is said that these ordinary courses also help to improve a mage's intelligence level, which is helpful for breaking through to advanced professions. At least most Saint-tier mages can be described as knowledgeable.

Roxy, who almost became the top student of her year, was naturally not bad at cultural courses; she could even be said to be quite confident.

"Let me see your arithmetic level first, Kael."

Roxy took out the test paper she had prepared herself last night and placed it in front of Kael, adding a comment to avoid crushing her student's self-confidence.

"If you find the questions too difficult, it's okay; you can skip them."

Kael picked up the test paper and scanned it, his expression becoming strange.

Isn't this just elementary-level addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division?

Even if he hadn't updated to the Eleven-Kael version, solving these kinds of problems would still be something he could do with his eyes closed.

Kael picked up the quill, dipped it in ink, and began to answer the questions.

Roxy sat to the side. She had just taken out a book borrowed from Kael's mother and finished reading the first page when she heard Kael put down the pen and say:

"I'm finished, Teacher."

"Eh? Are there that many you don't know?"

Roxy took Kael's test paper and looked at it, her face instinctively leaning in close.

"Teacher, I've studied arithmetic before and have a certain foundation. You can slightly increase the difficulty of the course."

Kael explained.

Roxy felt a slight sense of relief upon hearing this. So that's how it was.

But on second thought, it didn't seem right.

Wasn't this answering speed a bit too fast? Even if she, the one who wrote the questions, were to calculate them again, she probably wouldn't have this kind of speed. And you call this having 'a certain foundation'?

The other world didn't have calculation mnemonics.

Roxy silently put down the test paper; her confidence in arithmetic had taken a heavy blow, and she had to make up for it in other areas.

"Then let's set aside arithmetic for now and start the history lesson."

"Okay, Teacher."

Kael did indeed need to brush up on this; in this world with many long-lived races, the answers to many questions were actually hidden within the stories of history.

Roxy brought over the history textbook and, in a voice with a hint of a childish tone, began to tell the historical facts of the past.

To be honest, using Roxy's appearance to tell such weighty historical stories did feel a bit out of place.

But since Kael respected teachers above all else, he maintained a focused and serious demeanor throughout, occasionally providing some emotional value, which made Roxy very happy.

See, being a teacher isn't that hard; it's a breeze.

Roxy felt very proud of herself, rubbing her nose and trying hard not to laugh out loud, though the corners of her mouth just wouldn't stay down.

"Kael, let me test you."

Roxy straightened her expression and asked a few questions.

Kael answered directly without a second thought, leaving no room for criticism.

"...Kael, I only said it once, and you remembered it all?"

The smile on Roxy's face became a bit strained; even she didn't have that kind of memory capacity.

Was this student of hers a bit too good?

"Yes, Teacher. My memory is quite good."

Kael was being slightly modest; it wasn't just that his memory was good—it was more like he had a photographic memory and could recite everything fluently.

"Very good, but you mustn't be arrogant. There are quite a few geniuses like you in the Magic University."

Roxy spoke with a serious face, as if it were true.

She didn't want to use negative reinforcement, but in this situation, she was really worried that Kael would get too full of himself if she didn't take him down a notch.

But Roxy soon realized that what she actually needed to worry about was her own mental health.

Seeing the incantation-less casting Kael displayed in the magic class, Roxy felt that the "genius" title she had earned at the university had become somewhat humiliating.

If she was considered a genius, then what was Kael?

One must know that shortening incantations was already an extraordinary casting technique; Roxy had never even heard of incantation-less casting like Kael's.

"What's wrong, Teacher? Is something not right?"

Kael asked, seeing Roxy's complicated expression.

"No... nothing. You did very well."

Roxy lowered her head, sighing in her heart.

Kael pulled over a chair and stood on it so that their eyes were level. Under Roxy's puzzled gaze, Kael reached out and gently patted her head.

"You probably can't do incantation-less casting, can you, Teacher?"

"..."

"If you can't, I can teach you."

"...C-can you?"

Roxy couldn't resist her thirst for magic and asked hesitantly.

"Of course, you just have to call me Teacher Kael."

"..."

Looking at the smiling and exceptionally cute Kael, Roxy suddenly felt like her future was about to spiral out of control.

It was only the second day of school, and the hierarchy was already being flipped upside down. What would happen later?

But Roxy really couldn't bring herself to say no.

If she had a weakness, her pursuit of magic was undoubtedly one of them.

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