Roa Greyrat

Chapter 4: Roa Greyrat

He opened his own status panel. Written prominently across the transparent panel were the words:

``` [Character: Roa Greyrat]

[Age: 2]

[Strength: G]

[Agility: G]

[Stamina: G]

[Intelligence: D]

[Talents: Pure Body (Stage One), Fool (Stage One), Greed]

[Skills: Intermediate Magic Knowledge, Swordsmanship (Not Yet Initiated)]

Evaluation: You possess extremely high growth potential, but right now, aside from your magic power, you are useless.

Roa opened the interface for World Capture, and a line of small text appeared before his eyes.

[Power of Time and Space: 50/100 (Unable to Capture a World)]

The most crucial function was World Capture. According to the system's explanation, it would split off a small portion of his soul and send it to another world in the form of an illegal immigrant.

Once he completed the relevant missions in that world or drastically altered its timeline, the system would begin stealing that world's source power. The power would then flow back into the system, and if he performed well, he could quickly unlock the next world.

In the Main God's Space, the system would grant its minions things called points and exchange privileges.

But Roa could retrieve his own soul, then, depending on the circumstances, choose several powers possessed by his self in that world.

He did not know the exact details of how it worked. After all, he had yet to activate World Capture for the first time.

The Power of Time and Space would slowly increase in its natural state, but the speed was astonishingly slow. After two years, the thing had grown by less than a hundred points.

In this world, magic included healing magic, attack magic, and summoning magic. Their ranks, in order, were Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, Saint Rank, King Rank, Emperor-tier, and God Rank.

There were two methods of activation: chanting and magic circles. Once attack magic reached a certain level, its user could earn titles such as Saint Rank Mage or Emperor-tier Mage.

There were three mainstream schools of swordsmanship: Sword God Style, Water God Style, and North God Style.

The founders of the schools were commonly referred to by adding "God" after the name of each style.

Their ranks were also divided into seven levels: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, Saint Rank, King Rank, Emperor-tier, and God Rank.

Although he had extraordinary talent in magic, he had been limited by the books and had stopped at Intermediate Magic.

Magic was an incredibly wondrous thing, possessing immense adaptability. It guided the magic power within the body, then transformed it into various forces through fixed chants.

It could become wind, fire, water, or earth. It could also become the sacred power of healing.

In short, magic power was the source of all magic, much like the engine of a car.

Roa's talent was excellent. Even "monstrous" could not fully describe how abnormal it was.

He never forgot anything he saw and mastered everything as soon as he learned it.

At two months old, he had learned to walk. At four months, he could already speak a few simple words. At six months, while Lilia stared in astonishment and Paul and Zenith smiled happily, he read magic books by himself.

In short, Roa possessed an extremely abnormal talent for learning.

Unfortunately, for some reason, that somewhat immature pretty-boy face was completely expressionless.

It was not that Roa lacked inner emotion. On the contrary, his inner monologue was extremely lively. It was just that, for some reason, his face always wore an untroubled expression.

It was the kind of cold, indifferent look where, even when he was delighted and wanted to smile, the corners of his mouth would only curve into a cold smirk. That smile had repeatedly made Paul and Zenith wonder whether they had done something to upset him.

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Only after spending a long time with him did they realize that this was actually how he expressed happiness, not a cold smirk.

A golden-haired, golden-eyed pretty boy with an expressionless face was devastatingly powerful.

Although Roa had never deliberately hidden himself and had shown his precocious side from an early age, accomplishing many things by himself, the slow-witted Paul and Zenith never once suspected their son. Instead, they repeatedly took pride in his talent.

Roa also never made foolish Paul and Zenith worry. At this stage, he mainly focused on training his magic power.

He released magic, depleted his magic power, and then the capacity of his body would increase a little more.

The capacity of Roa's body for magic power was unexpectedly enormous. How should he put it? When he had first begun learning magic, he was clearly a beginner, yet he had to release several Intermediate spells just to squeeze all the magic power from his body.

But as the vessel within his body expanded, Intermediate Magic gradually became insufficient to meet his consumption.

So he began experimenting on his own.

He was currently trying a novel technique.

He had named it the Demon Sword.

Everyone's magic power was different, each possessing its own characteristics. The amount required to transform different characteristics into released magic also varied.

In short, magic power differed in quality. That was the difference in essence.

Roa then discovered that the quality of his magic power was astonishingly high, though it was somewhat strange.

How should he put it? In theory, magic power could not manifest on its own. It could only serve as fuel to release magic.

But his was different. His magic power was extremely strange. It could directly manifest in the form of magic power, while also possessing tremendous destructive power and adaptability.

However, although manifesting it as magic power greatly increased its destructive power, the consumption also rose dramatically.

The Demon Sword was the spell he had developed based on the principles of his own magic power.

Roa flipped his wrist, and a pitch-black dagger appeared in his slender, fair hand.

The pitch-black dagger was composed entirely of Roa's black magic power. Dark patterns covered its surface, and its destructive power was immense.

By this world's magical standards, the complete Demon Sword could fully be ranked as a King Rank spell.

The higher the level of magic, the more time it required. The conditions for activating it also became more demanding, meaning the caster needed more time to prepare.

Although it was possible to cast spells instantly like Rudeus, that only applied to low-level magic. If one wanted to cast high-ranking magic, one still had to finish reciting the lengthy incantation that required a long preparation time.

It was also affected by the surrounding environment.

But the Demon Sword was different. It was instantaneous.

As long as his magic power could keep up, it could theoretically destroy an entire town in an instant.

Instantly—turning everything into nothingness.

Absolute destructive power.

After playing with the Demon Sword in his hand for a while, Roa continued for roughly an hour before the magic power in his body was finally drained. His powerful mental strength kept him from passing out. He merely yawned lazily, feeling somewhat dispirited.

He sighed and walked toward the door.

Lilia, the shapely maid, was doing housework in the living room. Paul had recently been spending all his time with Zenith. Zenith had been in poor condition lately, and it was obvious that she would soon give birth to another child. Cleaning such a large household with only Lilia would be extremely troublesome.