Julius sat cross-legged on the wooden floor of his small cottage, the morning sun filtering gently through the cracks in the window. His mind was already whirling with ideas—visions of himself standing tall, casting powerful spells with ease, his body strong enough to withstand the fiercest battles. The system's interface still hovered faintly in his thoughts, a constant reminder that he had tools at his disposal to grow stronger.
He looked down at the status panel, its glowing symbols beckoning him to take action. The magic rank was still at F, but he knew that each step upward was a mountain to climb. He clenched his fists, feeling the faint twinge of muscle beneath his skin. He wasn't just going to wait for magic to come to him—he was going to chase it.
He reached out mentally and activated the analyze feature. His eyes drifted toward the family grimoire sitting on the shelf, an ancient, leather-bound tome filled with spells, potions, and secrets passed down through generations. The system responded instantly, symbols swirling in the air as it scanned the contents.
The analysis revealed a treasure trove of knowledge—simple charms, protective wards, and potion recipes. Julius's heart pounded with excitement. This was his foundation, his starting point.
He focused again, this time choosing to learn from the spells and recipes. As the system absorbed the information, a wave of understanding washed over him. He could feel the magic in his veins growing stronger, more familiar. He practiced a simple levitation spell, whispering the incantation under his breath. To his surprise, the feather on his desk quivered and lifted into the air.
A grin stretched across his face. He knew he wasn't yet a master, but he was on his way.
But magic alone wasn't enough. Julius remembered his grandmother's stories—tales of wizards who combined strength, skill, and resilience to prevail. He knew he needed to build himself up physically, to be ready for whatever challenges might come.
He got to his feet, stretching his limbs. The cottage's small yard offered enough space for basic exercises. Push-ups, stretches, and agility drills. As he moved, he activated the system's observation function, analyzing his own progress, noting his stamina, and tracking his improvement.
After a few minutes, he sat down again, eyes closed, reaching out to the system. He visualized himself wielding a powerful spell, his body steady and unyielding. The system responded with a faint pulse, reinforcing his resolve.
His thoughts drifted to the magical creatures he'd read about—hippogriffs, dragons, and the mysterious beings lurking beyond the wizarding world. He wondered if he could analyze them someday, learn their weaknesses, and harness their strengths.
He looked at his pendant, the emerald glowing softly around his neck. The whisper from last night echoed in his mind—"The bloodline awakens." He believed that somewhere within him, a dormant power was waiting to be unleashed, and he was determined to find it.
As evening approached, Julius sat once more in front of his system, contemplating his next move. Increasing his rank would open doors to new spells, new abilities, and perhaps even hidden powers buried deep within his bloodline. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to endure whatever it took.
He clenched his fists again, staring at the glowing panel. The journey ahead was long, but he had taken the first step. The boy who had once dreamed of magic was now beginning to forge his own path—one spell, one strength, one step at a time.
Because tonight, Julius Montague was no longer just a boy with a letter. He was a wizard-in-training, and his story was just beginning.