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Liam's Pov
I hung my jacket on the hook by his desk, loosened my shoulders, and let myself collapse onto the bed.
The ceiling fan turned lazily above him.
'Eve,' I called
"Let's try the Sharingan potion." "Understood," she replied in her calm, measured tone.
"Be advised — during the awakening process, there will be significant pain in your optic nerves. I recommend mental preparation before consumption."
'I've already died once. A little eye pain won't kill me.'
I reached into my shop inventory, and with a thought, the bottle materialized in my hand.
It was small — palm-sized, but the liquid inside swirled hypnotically, black and crimson red folding into each other like ink in water. It had a faint metallic glint, almost felt alive.
"Let's do this." Without hesitation, I uncorked it and downed the contents in one single gulp.
The taste was sharp and bitter at first… then searing. It hit my tongue first and then raced up behind my eyes like molten iron.
The pain slammed like a wave. It wasn't just a headache — it was like knives and fire twisting through my eyes, stabbing into the very back of his skull.
My vision blurred, then sharpened, then blurred again and the veins around my eyes burned hot.
"Ghh—!" I clenched my jaw, hands gripping the bedsheets so tightly that the fabric strained.
Sweat beaded from my forehead, dripping down my face and by breathing turned ragged, chest rising and falling like I'd run a marathon.
Minutes dragged and each second felt like an eternity of agony.
Finally… it stopped. The burning faded to a faint hum and I opened my eyes.
And the world was… different. Colors were richer, sharper.
The dull glow of the lamp was now a spectrum and I could even see the warm gold at its core and the faint halo it gave off.
Objects had definition beyond their edges and the texture of the bedsheet, the faint grain in the wood of his desk, even the tiny dust motes floating in the air were all visible in perfect clarity.
Movement felt slowed — not because the world was slower, but because my eyes now tracked every subtle shift, every fraction of motion and my mind processed it instantly, effortlessly.
I sat up, heartbeat steadying, and went to the mirror.
There they were.
Crimson irises, glowing faintly in the low light, with a single tomoe appeared slowly in each eye.
Hypnotic yet Dangerous.
For the first time, I really looked at myself after entering this world.
I was tall — around 6'1" — with a lean, athletic build.
Sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and skin that was neither pale nor tanned, but perfectly balanced.
My hair was a deep, dark brown, thick and slightly tousled, the kind you didn't have to style much to look good and my gaze, even without the Sharingan, had a quiet confidence, but with it, I looked like someone you'd think twice before challenging.
Handsome didn't quite cut it; there was an edge to me now, something magnetic.
'Not bad, Liam… not bad at all.'
With just a thought, the Sharingan faded, my eyes returning to their natural color.
I leaned back on the chair, breathing slow, and then pushed myself toward the desk.
On the desk sat the remaining potions from his starter pack.
My gaze settled on the pale blue vial labeled Low-Level Intelligence Potion.
I picked it up, the liquid swirling smoothly like water touched by moonlight. "Let's see what you can do," I murmured, uncorking it and downing the contents in one go.
The taste was clean, almost refreshing — like a glass of cold water on a hot day but the real change came a moment later.
It wasn't a physical rush like caffeine. It was subtler but deeper.
Thoughts began linking faster in my head, memories and facts arranging themselves neatly without much effort. The faint mental fog I didn't even know was there… gone.
'Feels like my brain just upgraded its processor,' A faint smirk tugging my lips.
"Intelligence stat increased by 2," Eve confirmed, her voice crisp in his head.
"Stats," I called out casually.
The HUD shimmered back into view, the transparent blue panels aligning neatly before my eyes.
[Liam Raven Harper: Stats]
Strength: 20
Intelligence: 28 → 30 (+2)
Agility: 21
I studied the numbers for a moment, my gaze lingering on the new Intelligence value.
'Not bad… already hitting thirty. That's not just smart, that's dangerously smart,' were my thoughts, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.
Eve's voice broke through. "For reference, a score of 30 means your mental processing speed, retention, and reasoning are already at human genius levels. You'll be able to recall, analyze, and adapt faster than most people can blink."
Liam gave a satisfied nod, leaning back in his chair. "Good. Let's keep pushing it higher. Just 30 intelligences brought such a result, what would 100 feel like....."
I leaned back, enjoying the clarity for a moment, before a new question formed.
'Eve, how do I transfer funds into the system?'
"Simple," she replied.
"Log into your bank account through your mobile device. Once there, select the transfer option. Your system will generate the necessary account details from the Magic Bank."
I pulled out my phone and opened the banking app.
My balance showed: $25,047.32.
'Not bad' I already knew how much to send into the system.
I tapped Transfer Money and the app prompted for recipient account details — and right on cue, my HUD flickered to life in front of my eyes.
A sleek, minimalistic interface appeared: Magic Bank in glowing silver letters, with the Deposit tab already highlighted. A string of numbers and routing codes shimmered into view.
I entered them into my phone, double-checked, and hit Confirm.
The number in my bank account dropped instantly — $20,000 gone in the blink of an eye.
I glanced back at his HUD and the Magic Bank display updated immediately:
Balance: $20,000 USD
"As easy as that," Eve said, her tone almost smug.
'That's… dangerously convenient,' I thought, leaning back in my chair.
After shutting off the system display, I leaned back in my chair, feeling the mental clarity from the Intelligence potion still lingering like a fresh breeze in my head. With a stretch, I pushed away from the desk and decided I could use a shower.
Steam filled the bathroom a few minutes later, the heat working out the faint ache still lingering behind my eyes from the Sharingan awakening. Once done, I changed into something more casual—fitted dark blue jeans, a plain charcoal-grey t-shirt that hugged my frame just right, and a black hoodie left unzipped. Comfortable, simple, but still sharp enough to look presentable.
As I stepped out of my room, I caught the sound of the TV drifting from the living room. Phone in hand, I wandered over and saw her.
Emma Frost.
She was sprawled comfortably on the couch, her long platinum-blonde hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. She wore a plain white t-shirt and matching white joggers, the kind of outfit that should've looked lazy, but on her… it had this effortless elegance. Bright blue eyes, sharp and intelligent, glanced my way as she turned, and that ever-present confidence of hers radiated even in a casual moment like this.
"When did you get back?" she asked, voice light, casual.
"Just a while ago," I replied, leaning against the doorway.
Her eyes narrowed slightly—not in suspicion, but in that knowing way she always had. "The bar results came in?"
I smirked. "Yeah. Passed."
Her lips curved into a small, satisfied smile, like she already knew the outcome before even asking. "Of course you did." There was no hesitation in her tone. No question.
I chuckled. "Took a job at the DA's office."
She raised an eyebrow. "Working for the government, huh?"
I just nodded, not bothering to get into the reasoning. She already knew—we'd talked about it before. She didn't push, just turned back toward the TV.
I pulled out my phone and sent my mom a quick text: Passed the bar. Took a job at Manhattan DA's office.
The phone rang almost immediately.
"Hey, Mom."
Her voice burst through the speaker, overflowing with excitement. "Liam! Oh my god, congratulations! I knew you'd do it! I'm so proud of you!"
I smiled faintly, letting her words wash over me. She kept going, showering me with praise before demanding, "You have to come to California so we can celebrate."
"Mom—" I started, "No arguments" she replied in a sharp tone and already sent me the e-ticket. My phone pinged a second later. Midnight flight.
I tried to dodge it. "You know I've got things to—"
"Nope. You're coming. End of discussion." Her tone left no room for debate.
I sighed. "...Fine."
"Yes! I'll pick you up from the airport."
"Not happening," I said instantly. "I'll stay at my apartment. You can pick me up in the evening for dinner."
There was a pause, then a reluctant sigh. "Alright, but you're not getting out of the dinner."
We said our goodbyes and I hung up.
"Night flight?" Emma asked, still watching the TV but clearly listening.
"Yeah."
"I'll drop you off at the airport."
I opened my mouth to refuse, but then I remembered—there's no winning an argument with Emma. "Fine."
She gave the faintest smirk, turning her attention back to the screen, and I just shook my head.
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