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The Power of Comprehension

Gold Tier

As Zarin lay on the ground, catching his breath, a familiar notification window appeared before his eyes. His body still hummed with the aftermath of the powerful attack, but seeing the rewards for his effort brought a surge of satisfaction.

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Enemies Defeated

Targets: Raynold (Bandit Lv. 6)

Halwin (Bandit Lv. 5)

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Garrin (Bandit Lv. 7)

EXP Gained: 425

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Skill Leveled Up

Fate Dice-d8 reached Level 2

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Stats Increased 

Strength increased by 1

Agility increased by 1

Endurance increased by 1

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Zarin grinned despite his exhaustion. His Fate Dice had leveled up, meaning the odds were shifting further in his favor. He could also feel a slight change in his body as his strength, agility, and endurance increased. It wasn’t much, but every bit counted for someone like Zarin, who relied on luck and finesse.

‘Not bad,’ he thought, feeling a bit stronger despite how drained he was. ‘But that attack… that was something else. It wasn’t just the dice—everything lined up perfectly.’

Almost a dozen bandits were taken down in less than a second, their bodies strewn across the clearing. He hadn’t even felt like himself when it happened, as if his body had moved on instinct, supercharged by the dice’s power.

Arlya approached, still stunned by what she had seen. “You’ve got something powerful, Zarin. It’s rare for someone at your level to have this much raw ability.”

“Yeah… I wasn’t sure what I would roll, but that was something else,” Zarin said, still processing the destruction. “I’ve felt nothing like it before.”

Arlya gave a small smile. “That dice ability of yours… it’s become more potent. I felt the shift in magic the moment you used it.”

“But that attack… it didn’t feel like I had control over it,” Zarin admitted. “The dice’s energy guided everything—my movements, the power—it was all too quick.”

“It’s impressive, but dangerous,” Arlya warned. “Power like that comes with risk. Be cautious about how often you rely on it.”

Zarin nodded, knowing she was right. As thrilling as it was to unleash such power, the strain drained him. If there had been more enemies, he might not have made it.

Zarin pulled out a loaf of bread from his Spatial Ring. It had restorative properties that helped speed up recovery for both HP and SP. He started chewing quickly, hoping it would give him enough strength to continue. Though the bread helped, it wasn’t enough to fully restore his energy. He still needed a solution for the unconscious bandit lying in front of him.

“Let’s get you back to town,” Zarin muttered as he tried to lift the bandit. Despite his efforts, the weight was too much for him.

Frustrated, Zarin wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Well, that’s not happening. We need to get him to town somehow…”

Arlya approached with a calm smile. “You could use a hand, I see.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think he’d be this heavy,” Zarin admitted.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got this.” Arlya raised her hand, and with a soft glow of magic, the bandit’s body lifted into the air, floating as if weightless.

“Telekinesis,” Arlya explained with a small smile. “Much easier than trying to lift him yourself.”

Zarin felt amazed. “That’s… really handy. Could’ve used that sooner.”

Arlya chuckled. “I figured you’d want to try it yourself first. But I’m not done yet.” She cast another spell, putting a sleep spell over the bandit to ensure he stayed unconscious.

Zarin whistled, admiring her ease with magic. “You’ve thought of everything.”

“It’s better to be cautious,” Arlya said. “Let’s get him to town, and the guards can take care of the rest.”

As they walked toward Brellin with the floating bandit, Zarin repeated the words Arlya had used for the Telekinesis spell. He had heard of the ancient Arcana, a language tied to spell casting, and something about it resonated with him. To his surprise, the bandit slightly jerked as he spoke the words, moving higher into the air.

Zarin stopped, stunned. ‘Did I just… cast the spell?’

Arlya turned, her eyes wide. “Did you just speak Arcana?”

“I… guess I did,” Zarin muttered, unsure how it had happened. He tried again, and the bandit floated a little higher.

Arlya studied him closely, surprised. “That’s incredible. I didn’t expect you to speak the language so fluently. Most humans struggle with it.”

Zarin realized what had happened. “It must be my Universal Comprehension trait,” he explained. “It lets me understand any language, but I didn’t think it would let me speak spells too.”

Arlya nodded, impressed. “That makes sense. Speaking the words fluently is key to spell casting. The Arcana is precise and powerful, and without the correct pronunciation, spells wouldn’t work. Your skill bypasses that entirely.”

“Yeah, it’s neat,” Zarin said, though it was much weaker this time as he tried lifting the bandit again. The strain in his mind told him that his Mind stat was too low to maintain the spell properly despite the correct words. The magic flickered and faded, leaving the bandit to drop slightly back into Arlya’s control.

Arlya smiled. “The spell worked, but it’s still tied to your Mind stat. Even with the right words, the power depends on how strong your mental capacity is. I’ve trained my Mind for centuries, but for you, it’s harder.”

Zarin nodded, feeling the mental strain. “Yeah, it’s weaker than yours, but I didn’t expect to cast anything.”

Arlya seemed impressed. “Even so, it’s remarkable that you could cast it. I’ve encountered no one bypassing the verbal component of spells like you just did.”

Zarin’s mind raced with ideas. “So, could I learn other spells, too? Since I can speak Arcana now, could it help me adapt spells to work with my Luck-stat system?”

Arlya considered it. “It’s possible. One of the hardest parts of adjusting spells is finding the right words in Arcana that fit the caster’s stat system. The language is precise, but you could save a lot of time with your fluency. You’ll still need to adapt the spells’ structure to align with your Luck, but understanding the words is a tremendous advantage.”

Zarin’s eyes lit up. “That’s huge! I could experiment with different spell types and see how they respond to Luck instead of Mind.”

Arlya smiled. “Exactly. That’s something most casters can’t do without years of study. But you could adapt spells far faster than others with your skill.”

Zarin grinned, excited by the possibilities. He still had a long way to go before mastering magic like Arlya, but knowing he had an advantage filled him with fresh energy.

“I’ll definitely try it when we’re back in Brellin,” Zarin said.

Arlya nodded but gave a cautionary smile. “Just remember, adapting spells takes time. Even with fluency in Arcana, it won’t happen overnight. Luck is unpredictable, but with patience, I’m sure you’ll progress fast.”

Zarin chuckled. “Patience, huh? Guess I’ll have to learn that too.”

Arlya’s playful smile returned. “It’s an outstanding trait for any spellcaster. But I think you might go further than most.”

Zarin grinned, more motivated than ever.


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