You Went to Open a Door and Tore the Sky Apart?

Ren had spent all his time in the Library lately.

He didn't need to eat or sleep.

He had thrown himself into studying magic, so absorbed that he barely noticed time passing.

Today,

he was buried in a book.

The Ancient One suddenly pushed open the doors and strode in.

"Ren, why are you still reading?"

"Do you know how long you've been in here?"

"Three whole months!"

The Ancient One stared at Ren, her face grave.

Researching magic took time. Some old masters went into seclusion for centuries at a stretch, and there was nothing wrong with that.

But they were old!

They had lived long lives, seen plenty, and traveled through the Multiverse.

How old was Ren?

Far too young!

If he spent every waking moment immersed in magic, he might end up merging with the fundamental workings of the universe.

And if he became part of its laws, the person he was would be gone for good.

That was why the Ancient One looked at Ren with such concern.

Ren scratched his head, utterly baffled.

"It's only been three months. That's not long, is it?" he replied casually.

"No, it isn't."

"But I'm very worried."

"Ren, a human being must never become completely consumed by power."

"You'll lose yourself in the boundless depths of magic."

The Ancient One had never sounded more serious.

"The Creator God warned me about this just now."

"If you keep going like this, your humanity will rapidly slip away."

"In the end, you'll become an emotionless machine," The Ancient One said grimly.

"Isn't that a bit dramatic, Sorcerer Supreme?"

"I feel great right now." Ren scratched his head again.

"You feel great now, but what about later?"

"You think you can stay yourself for ten years, a hundred years."

"But can you