[STATUS SCREEN]
Name: Sam
Age: 15
Race: Human
Memory: 3 / Locked
Mana: 105,000/ 105,000
Mana Regeneration: 1 per second
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Mana Cores
Core: Water Mana Core (Blue)
• Evolved: Can cast high-level water magic
• Status: Stable (100%)
• Bonus: Faster regeneration near water
• Affinity: Water — user can control water
Core: Light Mana Core (Golden)
• Evolved: Can cast high-level light magic
• Status: Stable (100%)
• Bonus: Faster mana regeneration during the day
• Affinity: Light — user can control light
Core: Fire Mana Core (Red)
• Evolved: Can cast high-level fire magic
• Status: Stable (100%)
• Bonus: Faster regeneration near fire sources
• Affinity: Fire — user can control fire
Core: Dark Mana Core (Black)
• Evolved: Can cast high-level dark magic
• Status: Stable (100%)
• Bonus: Faster regeneration during night
• Affinity: Dark — user can control darkness
Core: Wind Mana Core (Milky White)
• Evolved: Can cast high-level wind magic
• Status: Stable (100%)
• Bonus: Faster regeneration in wind
• Affinity: Wind — user can control wind
Core: Earth Mana Core (Grey)
• Evolved: Can cast high-level earth magic
• Status: Stable (100%)
• Bonus: Faster regeneration on contact with earth
• Affinity: Earth — user can control earth
Core: Plant Mana Core (Green)
• Evolved: Can cast high-level plant magic
• Status: Stable (100%)
• Bonus: Faster regeneration near plants
• Affinity: Plant — user can control plant life
Core: Ice Mana Core (Dark Blue)
• Evolved: Can cast high-level ice magic
• Status: Stable (100%)
• Bonus: Faster regeneration near ice
• Affinity: Ice — user can control ice
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Skills
• All Scan – Lv. 7
→ Evolved: Can scan all beings at once
→ Analyze the environment and living beings in every detail
→ Mana Cost: 1 per 10 minutes
→ Higher focus increases depth
• All Mana Manipulation – Lv. 6
→ Evolved: Manipulate mana freely
→ Control and guide all types of mana within 1 km
→ Precision improves with training
• All Elements Transport – Lv. 5
→ Evolved: Element-based teleportation
→ Instantly transport self or object within 700 meters using any element
• All Conversion – Lv. 5
→ Evolved: Master-level mana conversion
→ Convert any mana particles into another type
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System Level: 3
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"My mana capacity grew by 5,000... That's nearly 40 years of training for a single-core mage. And I did it in a night. Not bad. Not bad at all."
Then he looked out the window.
The dim light of six moons filtered softly through the curtains, casting silvery patterns across the room.
He let out a quiet sigh, stretching his arms lazily.
His body still buzzed faintly with the remnants of mana flow, but his mind was finally at peace.
With slow steps, he walked toward the bed and lay down.
"Tomorrow... some time to spend with family," he whispered softly.
As his eyes began to close, a quiet thought passed through his mind:
"Without my three evolved skills... this would've been impossible."
And with that, he drifted into sleep, under the watchful gaze of the six glowing moons.
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In the morning, the twin suns rose gently over the horizon,
like two lovers walking hand in hand,
their golden light blends softly across the sky.
After everyone had freshened up and washed,
the whole family gathered around the dining table.
Laughter echoed in the hall as Lane darted through the room,
his hand triumphantly holding Liya's ribbon,
a mischievous grin stretched across his face.
Behind him, Liya, looking like a tiny red monster—
with one side of her hair tied neatly and the other side wild—
charged after him with pure determination.
Seeing the chaos, Sam's mother smiled warmly and said,
"Lane, give your sister her ribbon…"
But before she could finish, Liya interrupted, puffing with fire in her voice,
"Mother! No need to defend him. I'll get it myself—
and when I catch my brother, he'll learn what happens
when you mess with me!"
At that, a bead of sweat trickled down Lane's back—
and he suddenly picked up speed, dashing like his life depended on it.
Watching this morning mouse-and-cat chase,
the whole family burst into laughter.
The light mood filled the room,
and the day began with smiles and warmth.
Lane ran down the hallway, his feet pattering like thunder as he bolted straight toward his big brother's room.
Reaching the door, he grabbed the handle—
locked. From the inside.
Panic flashed across his face.
He banged on the door desperately and shouted,
"Big brother! Please save me!
Liya's going to kill me!
Open the door! Big broooo!"
Inside, the silence was deafening.
Meanwhile, Liya had slowed her pace.
She walked gracefully—but with an unmistakable aura of doom—
her one ribboned hairstyle makes her look like a tiny war general.
She gave a low, dramatic laugh,
something between a villain and a cat who just cornered a mouse.
"Run all you want, Lane…" she purred,
"but you can't escape justice."
Lane's face went pale as he heard her footsteps growing closer.
He banged again on the door—harder this time.
"Big bro!......."
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Just as Lane's hope began to fade, Liya reached him.
With a devilish grin still on her face, she cracked her knuckles—
and then proceeded to give him a good, sisterly beating.
Smack. Whack.
Lane's pleas turned into dramatic groans.
After thoroughly punishing him, she grabbed him by the leg
and began dragging him down the hallway like a sack of regret.
The whole family stood there, laughing uncontrollably.
But just as she passed Sam's door, she stopped,
turned her head slightly with a sly smile, and said:
"Thank you, brother... for not opening the door."
Then she continued walking, calm as ever,
dragging Lane, who now looked like he'd just lost a battle with fate.
His face is swollen, eyes shimmering with exaggerated sorrow,
he looked back toward Sam's room and whispered hoarsely:
"Brother... ahhh... I—I see you...
Next time when you come to me for help...
I'll also... lock... my door... from inside..."
He let out a final groan,
and the hallway echoed with another round of family laughter—tears in their eyes from the early morning drama.
It was chaos. It was childhood.
And for this family, it was healing.
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Sam slowly opened one eye…
He stared at the ceiling for a moment—silent, unmoving.
something was happening outside.
Something about his brother.
But he didn't move.
I didn't want to know.
He closed his eye again.
And with a slow breath, drifted back into peaceful sleep.
As if his body had chosen to rest…
…over the truth waiting at his door.
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As Sam stepped out of his room, a quiet stillness greeted him.
marble tiles, polished so smooth they reflected the faint light of the morning. The floor stretched like a river of white and silver, guiding him forward with every silent step.
He walked slowly, eyes scanning the walls.
Antique photographs lined —sepia-toned memories of generations past. Warriors in armor, women in flowing pattern robes, children frozen in time with smiles. Each frame was detailed..
....
As he walked through the garden,
a soft smile danced on his lips,
enjoying the scenery—
the sunlight filtering through petals,
the breeze carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers.
Playful laughter echoed ahead.
His brother and sister were chasing each other
between rows trees
their joy fills the air like music.
Not far away,
his grandmother and mother sat on a wooden bench,
watching the children with warm eyes and gentle smiles.
His father and grandfather had already left for their work
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He walked to his mother and grandmother's side and gently sat down beside them.
Noticing him, his mother smiled and called for a servant,
"Bring the breakfast, please," she said warmly.
After exchanging soft "Good mornings,"
his grandmother leaned closer with a playful twinkle in her eye.
"Well," she chuckled, "you missed quite a show this morning."
She continued, laughter already creeping into her voice,
"It was honestly hilarious—Lane's face! I swear, that expression is burned into my memory. Just thinking about it makes me smile. Ahhh!"
She burst out laughing.
Sam smiled and shook his head.
"Grandmother, that's a daily show for me.
And now, you'll be seeing it even more often."
Just then, the servant arrived with breakfast and placed it on the small table in front of Sam.
He picked up his teacup, taking a sip while watching his younger siblings play in the flower garden.
Noticing how he was quietly observing them,
his grandmother asked gently, her tone filled with concern,
"Sam, do you miss your friends from the village?"
The question caught Sam off guard.
He nearly spilled his tea.
With an awkward smile, he thought to himself,
'What should I even say?
That I never really had any friends in the village?
That I spent all my time locked indoors,
studying skills, evolving them, pushing myself every day?
Even in school, I barely talked to anyone—just said 'Hi' and 'Hello.'
I was always focused on improving myself.'
Noticing the embarrassed look on Sam's face, his mother gently answered for him.
"Mom, Sam's not really the talkative type.
He always stayed in his father's library, buried in books.
He rarely left the house—only in the evenings to train his body....
I ...I tried so many times to get him to go out,
make friends, play, laugh like other children.
But he never really... opened up."
His grandmother's smile softened as she listened to her daughter speak.
She looked at Sam, her eyes filled with a mix of understanding .
"I see," she said gently.
"Well, not everyone needs a crowd around them to shine.
Some flowers are born in quiet corners...
But they still bloom beautifully."
Sam looked up at her, surprised by her words.
The embarrassment in his expression slowly faded, replaced by a quiet warmth.
His mother gave a small sigh and added,
"Yes, he's always been like this since he was small.
Focused. Determined. Sometimes... too much."
She smiled as she reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from Sam's forehead.
"But still my little boy."
Sam chuckled quietly, hiding his face behind his teacup.
His siblings' laughter rang out from the garden again,
one of them shouting
His grandmother glanced at them, then turned back to Sam.
"You know," she said thoughtfully,
"even strong trees need sunlight and wind to grow.
Books and training are good,
but don't forget the world outside, Sam.
There's more to life than books"
"I know, Grandma," Sam replied softly,
his voice was calm, but his heart stirred a little—
because deep down, a part of him did feel the emptiness
of never having a childhood full of loud games and shared laughter.
The breakfast was laid out fully now—warm bread, fresh fruits, and more
He ate slowly, peacefully, beneath the garden canopy.
Birds chirped. Flowers swayed.
Time moved gently.