DanMachi World's Puppeteer

Meitellia stared at Ming Ge in astonishment.

How was this possible?

"The essence of magic power is tangible spiritual power—Mind. The essence of magic is phenomena. Chants are guidance, and magical effects are the result."

Ming Ge had already anticipated this "magical effect" and had simultaneously "created" the chant, using it to guide his magic power and trigger the phenomenon, producing the result.

As long as the magic power remained within a controllable range, it would not cause a magic power rampage.

A magic power rampage was a very dangerous phenomenon, generally a magic power explosion formed when a spell was forcibly interrupted during casting.

In the fox arc of DanMachi, Yamato Mikoto had deliberately used a failed spell to create a self-destructing magic power attack.

Setting aside acquired magic power rampages, those were intentional.

Most innate magic power rampages were caused by inadequate control over magic power.

As it happened, Ming Ge had an innate knack for controlling magic power, directly overcoming the obstacle that prevented non-magical races from learning innate magic.

Innate magic involved racial bloodlines and individual aptitude, possessing fixed attributes. Magical races could only learn it through their own potential and training.

Besides racial bloodlines, there was also individual aptitude. It was not entirely impossible for humans to learn magic, and there had been precedents throughout history.

"See? Simple, right?"

Ming Ge smiled. "That attack just now had three sections. The first gathered magic power, the second condensed it, and the third fired the magic bullet."

Conventional innate magic suitable for combat required at least twelve sections.

Ming Ge had fully grasped the magical effect. Gathering magic power had already been completed beforehand, while condensing and firing it were merely the most basic magic power manipulations—far simpler than magic that required changes in nature.

In a sense, this was innate magic with a short chant.

"Could it be... Ming Ge is a genius?!"

Meitellia looked at Ming Ge in amazement.

"Why are you so surprised?"

Ming Ge stood up and tapped her nose.

The ritual's light faded, and the mithril was completely used up.

For a mysterious ritual like this, mithril was not merely a medium for conducting the energy within the magic stone; it was also a material itself.

Once the ritual ended, it meant that mithril's own power had been exhausted as well, even saving them the trouble of cleaning up.

"Hehe."

Meitellia stuck out her tongue, making an adorably mischievous expression.

"Oh, right. Let me teach you."

Ming Ge smiled. "Don't worry, this magic is extremely simple. Compared to other magic, the difficulty is worlds apart."

"Because it's merely an ordinary transformation of magic power."

"Um... I'm really stupid, you know," Meitellia reminded him.

"It's fine. I like stupid girls." Ming Ge wrapped his arms around Meitellia from behind and chuckled. "Or rather, silly Meitellia is adorable too. Let's practice together."

Chapter 11: Impact

"First, the simplest step: gather magic power."

As Ming Ge spoke, a tiny ball of magic power appeared at his fingertip.

"Without a magic slot, spellcasting is unstable and can turn into a magic power rampage at any moment. So at the start, only gather a small amount of magic power—an amount you can control."

The magic slot granted by the Divine Blessing was equivalent to a framework, into which an adventurer's exclusive magic was injected.

As long as one chanted the corresponding "password" of the spell, they could release high-intensity magic in an extremely stable form.

That was an advantage innate magic could not compare to.

"I'll try."

Meitellia leaned against Ming Ge's chest, staring at the small ball of magic power before his finger as she slowly controlled her own magic power and gathered it.

But clearly, controlling magic power was still far too difficult for Meitellia.

Seeing Meitellia struggling, Ming Ge said, "Simply gathering magic power can also be done with a chant."

"For example—gather."

The magic power at Ming Ge's fingertip instantly increased severalfold. Then he spoke again. "Condense."

The magic power compressed, forming a tiny vortex of wind, and then—

"Roar, magic bullet."

The three-section short chant fired forth.

Gathering, condensing, firing—all in one fluid motion!

With a bang, the invisible magic bullet struck the wall ahead, letting out a rumble.

The sound was not particularly powerful; it did not even break through the plaster. But that was because very little magic power had been infused into it.

If Ming Ge had two days to practice and improve his control over magic power, gathering one-fifth of his magic power would be enough to shatter an enemy's brain.

With all of his magic power, he could even blow a person's skull right off.

The power of magic generally increased with the growth of magic power, and two factors affected its strength.

One was the quantity of magic power, and the other was its quality.

Ming Ge's magic was an ordinary magic bullet that compressed magic power. With further compression, its power could rise even higher.

Right now, it had merely reached the level of condensation, not compression.

Therefore, this magic still had even greater potential.

"Give it a try."

Ming Ge smiled. "Be careful not to use too much magic power. Avoid exceeding the range of your control and hurting yourself."