Chapter 45: Visionary
Steve sat outside the house on a weathered wooden bucket, flipped upside down like a makeshift chair.
The dusk air curled around him with a gentle breeze, carrying with it the scent of dust and faint woobd smoke from nearby chimneys.
His eyes stared blankly ahead—or so it would seem to any passerby. But inside, a storm of thoughts churned.
Before him floated a translucent system interface, its letters glowing faintly in a silver-blue hue. The interface spoke in a crisp, genderless voice that echoed only within his ears
[Skill Acquired: Visionary.]
The words shimmered at the top of the interface, hovering with a quiet authority that made his chest tighten.
He stared at it, unblinking, barely able to believe what he was seeing.
'Visionary...ehh?'
His first real magical ability.
Finally. He had it now. A genuine skill. Something arcane.
And yet, the excitement didn't come crashing in with a triumphant roar. Instead, a lingering question hung in the air like a damp mist-