"Galvin, give up, you are not suitable..."

"...If you continue like this, you will just waste your life..."

"Don't you accept your fate? Civilians, you must recognize yourself. Your so-called "invention" is just a bunch of useless gadgets..."

"Haha, look at his face, he must have failed again..."

Noisy words echoed in my ears, sincere admonitions, disappointed sighs, outspoken belittlements, and more, whispering ridicule in the corner...

Words with different tones are like invisible wind, entangled in my heart, but these complex emotions end up just forming a cold word.

"Failed, next!"

The cold sound was like a big hand, choking the throat hard, making people feel heavy suffocating.

In this suffocation, Gaelvin opened his eyes suddenly.

He woke up.

What caught my eye was a brown-gray ceiling, and a slight creaking sound came from the table not far away. He did not turn his head to check it, but just lay on the bed in a daze.

After a long time, he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and murmured: "Sure enough, are you still unwilling to give up..."

When I recalled the scenes of my own experience, the strong unwillingness seemed to be about to rush out of my chest like a flood.

It is not cynical resentment, nor is it anger full of hatred, but just a kind of unwillingness to be unrecognized by talent.

He, Gelvin, might have accepted his fate if he was a native Byron.

Maybe like others, I choose to spend my life in ordinary life, and then sit by the fire in my later years and tell my children and grandchildren about my life experiences in my ordinary life.

It is also possible that he will join a certain adventure team and try to change his own destiny. If he is lucky, he may also be able to make a name for himself. If he is lucky, he will probably become a dead bone on the side of the road.

However, he was not a pure Byron.

In this Byron blood body, living is a soul from another world with rich knowledge, a programmer who is so experienced that he is bald.

Therefore, he was destined not to accept his fate like the Byrons because of the denial of certain people or organizations.

"Yes, I won't accept my fate! I must make those pedantic spellcasters who are above the top regret it! Even if I am a mage apprentice for my whole life, I will leave my mark in this world!"

Sitting up, Galvin's eyes seemed to have a flame lit.

After finishing his washing cleanly, he walked towards the closet, took off his pajamas, and changed into a black robe with a scepter-shaped emblem on his chest.

His fingers rubbed the emblem on his chest, and a complex look appeared on his face.

This is the mark of the apprentice of the wizard.

Even in a fantasy world like Mistala, people in many countries are full of curiosity and awe of magic. After all, this word can easily remind people of mysterious power and supernatural creation.

But in the Byron League, magic is not mysterious.

In this country, full name "Byron Spellcasters Alliance", magic is the most active and powerful force on this land.

This is a United Nations founded by more than a dozen legendary spellcasters. The towers of mages representing legendary power support different regions of the alliance, and even the decision-making bodies of the entire country are a group of supreme mage councils composed of mages.

And in this land filled with magic, the most common ones people see are mage towers. In addition to the legendary spellcaster's star ring tower, there are endless mage towers that are enough to amaze any outsider.

Therefore, this place is also called the "country of Thousand Towers" by many people.

It is the same as the importance of going to school in the red country in Gaelvin's memory. In this country, everything is inferior, but magic is high.

Magic is everything.

However, magic is not something that everyone can master.

According to those monks of Huanta, only those with wisdom and talent can master a little bit of this magical and great power.

Unfortunately, Galvin is a mediocre person with insufficient talent.

He can sense magic elements, meditate on using magic power, and even understand and analyze complex spell models, but he just cannot completely convert these spell models into spells.

This is a manifestation of lack of talent.

He clearly has the wisdom to analyze the spell model, but he is unable to release the complete spell...

If the result of this was the case, he might not be unwilling to accept it.

After all, a person who cannot release a complete spell and cannot complete those supernatural phenomena will certainly not become a formal caster.

But human wisdom can often create miracles.

Galvin can not only cast spells, but even do better than many primary gray-robed mages, but this is only due to some small things he "invented" himself.

But things are always unsatisfactory. In the caster's rating, casting with magic props is not allowed, just like if you cannot use a calculator for math tests.

Even though Galvin's props are different.

He did not use nearly cheating methods such as spell scrolls and staffs, but used a special creation he created himself.

In essence, what he is dependent on is a kind of knowledge, a kind of knowledge that originates from his previous life.

He called this kind of intellectual symbol "runes"!

Using this kind of rune, he can throw out fireballs and release spell missiles. As long as there is a corresponding spell model, in theory, he can use runes to simulate spell casting.

But it's a pity.

The stereotyped and outdated assessment rules prohibited all his operations, and even carrying runestones into the assessment site was not allowed.

He tried to appeal, but this practice of using "external objects" has only been refuted again and again.

No matter which mage tower he took the rune stone he made, he would not be recognized by the gray robe mage.

…………

"Fortunately, at least I recognize my rank as a mage apprentice."

After stroking the slightly wrinkled robe, Galvin smiled self-deprecatingly.

Although the mage apprentice does not have much combat power, in Byron, it is like a nationally recognized degree certificate, and at least it has a social status. Adventurers are probably slightly higher than those of the formally rated warriors.

"But even if a real advanced warrior really wants to fight, the outcome is not certain..." The corner of his mouth raised slightly.

Walk to the desk.

One hand is placed on a very heavy book. The cover made of special leather feels great to the touch, and on the cover, there are three red crystals inlaid.

"The power of runes..."

He picked up the book, turned the first page, and murmured softly.

Honey!

The beating blue arc flashed in the book, and a ray flew rapidly towards a corner.

One-ring spell, electric ray!

The mouse hiding in the corner was hit by a ray. With a squeak, he fell to the ground stiffly, and could still smell a burnt smell.

After killing the mouse that had just been moved, Galvin closed the rune book as if nothing had happened.

This is the power of runes!

It is even a few points faster than a traditional caster who has not mastered "fast casting".

However, this seemingly magical rune itself has no power.

Just like in a computer, each program is programmed in the corresponding language, but the individual programming statements have no meaning.

"But isn't the same with magic..."

With the help of natural magic elements, spellcasters use the rules and characteristics they have mastered to mobilize elements to cause corresponding phenomena.

The same is true of what the runes do.

It’s just that runes need to use the help of a carrier to achieve corresponding effects, for example, the rune stone made by Galvin himself.

...

In the world of Mistara, the casters have explored and studied each other through generations and finally developed a complete casting system. The younger wizards only need to follow the method model summarized by their predecessors to successfully complete casting.

But as a time traveler, Galvin felt that this method was really rough.

If the whole world is a rigorous computer, the magic elements that permeate the world are equivalent to the underlying native code.

The caster operates elements to complete "instructions" that change reality, which is the so-called magic.

Whether it is a simple one-ring magic or a complex and powerful nine-ring magic, they are almost the same in nature. They are all elemental instructions summarized and completed by spell casters of all generations over thousands of years.

It is this method of casting that makes Galvin feel ache.

He was like seeing a group of programmers who did not use programming languages ​​to write programs, but instead tried their best to implement instructions by operating the underlying native code.

This is fucking.

You should know that the so-called native code is a machine language, a language that is recognized by machine.

As humans, machines are cold and low-level. It is too troublesome and cumbersome to talk to them in the language of machines.

And the spellcasters in this world are like this generation after generation, tirelessly using machine language to operate computers.

Galvin wanted to say to the spellcasters in this world: "Being born as a human being, be sure to be confident!"
To be continued...