"Magic is a rather subjective thing."
Tao Yu brushed off some nonexistent dust. The gray robe draped over him looked quite ordinary, but combined with the appearance and bearing he had fashioned for himself, it gave him an otherworldly air.
He had never learned the Transfiguration Spell, nor did he know the incantations or gestures. He didn't even have a wand.
But by relying on a method he had forcibly deciphered himself, he had managed to cast a spell without a wand or a sound, using a technique much like the Transfiguration Spell.
Looking at the spiral grooves the magic storm had carved into the surroundings, Tao Yu raised an eyebrow.
"As expected of a world whose very essence is at the level of a Supreme God. Even I wasted this much magic casting silently without a wand."
Admiration filled Tao Yu's eyes, but luckily, he planned to build up his reputation step by step. This imperfection didn't matter much to him.
After all, he couldn't use anything that went beyond what this world considered normal. His previous methods had all been right on the line.
An uneducated eleven-year-old wizard casting silently without a wand was far too extraordinary, even if he tried to explain it away as a burst of accidental magic.
But to avoid going around indecently exposed, he still needed these clothes.
"This era is pretty complicated..."
Tao Yu walked along a suburban road toward central London. Looking at the buildings around him, he felt a faint sense of strangeness.
These worlds had probably collided and fused by force. They seemed to have made every effort to coexist, somehow accommodating the eras of all the different worlds at once. But to someone like Tao Yu, who had lived through this period, this sort of patchwork still seemed