To wield Innate magic, two prerequisites must be met:
First, the mastery of chanting spells—the incantations that act as a key to guide and regulate the flow of magical energy.
Second, an understanding of the magic effect—what exactly the spell is meant to accomplish.
Of course, not all magic requires chanting. Chantless casting does exist, but it's incredibly rare—simply because most people are incapable of the precision and control required.
The more powerful a spell is, the longer and more complex the chant becomes—and the more difficult it is to cast without it.
But it's not impossible. Even the protagonist in the original story could launch flame-lightning attacks without chanting, thanks to his unique skill.
Simple effects, like a basic spark, were doable even by someone talentless like Meteria.
Now, in the present moment, the mithril-lined ritual circle glowed brilliantly—its exceptional conductivity drawing energy from the embedded magic stones and channeling it into Ronen's body.
According to the rite's principles, this energy began transforming his Mind—his spiritual force—into magic.
A sharp ache stabbed through his brain, and within it, a new sense began to awaken.
Focused as he was, Ronen could feel his spiritual force undergoing transformation. A new, formless perception bloomed within him—tangible, almost physical.
It was Mana.
And more than that—it is a feeling of growth , the sensation of gain more of myself and my own hidden potential turning tangible power!
Th-This I haven't felt anything like this ever before.
Sadly this can only happen on first awakening.
But,If compared to the emotionless, instant download of power from receiving by a God's Falna, this… this gradual, conscious transformation was addictive.
He could feel himself becoming stronger, second by second.
"…It's done."
In just four minutes, the spiritual refinement was complete.
The ritual wasn't over yet, but Ronen slowly opened his eyes and raised his hand.
He willed the energy to flow.
From his brain to his palm, a twisting shimmer of invisible force gathered.
It wasn't something the eye could see—only those attuned to magic, like spellcasters or adventurers, would be able to sense it.
"This… is mana?" Meteria whispered in awe.
"To already be controlling it right after the awakening… this is unheard of!"
Without the guidance of a magic slot granted by the gods, and without being part of a magical race, most humans wouldn't even get close to this stage.
"It seems I have a bit of talent," Ronen said with a modest smile.
Or maybe it had something to do with the materials.
The energy within magic stones was fundamentally different from human spiritual force.
In the dungeon, adventurers harvested these stones from slain monsters, then sold them to the Guild in exchange for valis, the world's currency.
The Guild, in turn, sold the stones to the outside world, where they were used in crafting magic tools—even something as basic as household lighting.
Such magic stone lamps weren't cheap, but they were also not out of reach for the average citizen.
Their real significance lay in the fact that anyone, even those without divine blessings, could operate or craft them.
So… how much of a difference was there between magic stone energy and human spiritual power?
Could it also be because he came from a parallel world? Was there something different about his body?
The question lingered.
"If this is what mana is," Ronen murmured, gazing at the shimmering distortion in his palm, "then maybe… magic is far simpler than I thought."
" Don't make bold claims!" Meteria said playfully, lightly tapping his shoulder.
"This isn't just bold talk," he grinned. "Watch Closely ."
He turned toward a wooden cup sitting on a table, then brought his hand forward.
Gather
He condensed the energy into a single point.
"…Magic Bullet."
As the words fell from his lips, the spell activated.
The gathered energy responded to the chant and his intent. A ripple of force shot forward.
With a loud bang, the cup was struck midair and shattered to pieces.
"Magic?!" Meteria gasped, staring at him in disbelief.
"How…" she couldn't even finish the sentence.
"Mana is spiritual force made manifest," Ronen explained calmly. "Mana itself is a phenomenon. The chant is guidance and trigger. The effect is the result of magic."
He had anticipated this effect. He had envisioned it. And then—he had invented the chant to direct through the energy toward that effect.
As long as the Mana remained under control, it wouldn't explode.
And that was important—because magical backlash was a very real danger. When casting was interrupted, or if one lost control mid-process, the energy could spiral out violently, causing magic chaos that backfire in destructive bursts effect.
In fact, in the original story, a certain fox girl had used that exact trick—intentionally botching a spell to cause a magic explosion.
Though that was a strategic move with bestowed magic, backlash with innate magic was more common—especially when lacking control.
But Ronen seemed naturally attuned to magic.
His precise control had allowed him to bypass the steep barrier that kept most humans from ever learning innate magic.
While magic races like elves, spirits, and beastfolk had the advantage of natural aptitude, humans could still achieve it—with enough talent and effort.
"See? It's Easy," he said, beaming. "The spell only had three steps: first, gather the energy. Second, condense it. Third, fire the magic bullet."
Most local combat-grade innate magic of this world had at least twelve steps. Even for most scholars before know the basis itself talent to grasp the basis of magic. It's like doing maths while not know the number and understanding them after repeatedly doing and comparing them
And because no have in history have even tried simplify the spell in fear of triggering an explosion But today Ronen had done it. He created the first three basic of innate magic—each one executed with sharp clarity and perfect control.
This mark the basis foundation of short-chant innate magic.
"Wait… don't tell me—are you some kind reincarnated god!?" Meteria gasped, her eyes wide in disbelief.
"Oh come on," Ronen chuckled, rising to his feet and gently booping her nose. "Don't look at me like I'm some kind of anomaly."
The glow of the ritual faded, and the mithril was completely spent.
In magical ceremonies like this, mithril served not just as a conductor, but as fuel. Once depleted, it vanished entirely—no need to clean up.
"Hehe." Meteria stuck out her tongue with a cheeky smile.
"Now then," Ronen said brightly, "let me teach you."
"This spell's really simple. Way easier than most. It's just a basic manipulation of energy."
"Ehhh… but I'm not very smart," Meteria said shyly.
"That's fine too," Ronen whispered, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "I am quite into girls that are little clumsy."
His voice soft, his smile warm, he added teasingly:
"Well then Clumsy Meteria is the cutest side of Meteria. Let's practice it together. We can solve all the problems tonight"
Meteria blush understanding the hide meaning behind 'solve problems ' but what can she say? "Hmm"
After all she too looking forward to it .