[Name]: Lucas
[Age]: 21
[Title]: xx
[Race]: Human
[Occupation]: Adventurer
[Affiliation]: Demeter Familia (Lucas Familia)
[Level]: Lv.1
[Deepest Floor Reached]: 6th
[Status]:
· Strength: G223 (G223)
· Endurance: G266 (G266)
· Dexterity: G278 (G278)
· Agility: G258 (G258)
· Magic: F389 (F389)
[Development Ability]:
· All-Rounder I
Weapons:
· Short Sword: Adventurer's Dagger
· Knife: Dissection Blade
Equipment:
· Casual Wear, Uniform, Formal Suit, Training Outfit
· Gear: Light Armor, Leather Plate, Cloak, Gloves, Boots
Magic:
Myriad Phenomena: Primal Origin
· A System born from miracles and will (the cheat).
· Status Magic.
· System-based Magic.
Heaven and Earth: Blessed Bestowal
· Equivalent to the Falna of the gods—bestowed by Lucas himself. The miracle of a man acting with divine authority.
· Ritual Magic.
· Blessing Magic.
Lucas's Magic Notes
· Records new spells without occupying a magic slot. Once fully learned, the spell is permanently mastered.
· Records Magic.
· Replicates Magic.
Skills:
Blessing of Affection
· Bestows a powerful blessing upon female members of his Familia.
· The more women and the stronger the bonds, the greater the buff.
Proof of Transmigration
· A trait that defies logic and common sense.
· Allows free allocation of experience points, or breakthroughs using sacrificial offerings.
· Significantly reduces the Excelia required for leveling up.
Demon Lord's Crest
· Doubles Endurance and Magic base values.
· Increases total mind capacity a hundredfold, granting continuous regeneration and vastly improved efficiency (faster mind recovery, reduced spell cost).
Hand of Omnipotence
· Grants the All-Rounder Development Ability.
· All-Rounder connects to every other Development Ability.
· Allows up to three Development Abilities to be chosen per Level Up.
Heart of a Scholar
· Improves charisma and refinement.
· "Effort makes up for shortcomings"—hard work always yields results.
· Boosts intelligence, learning ability, artistic talent, and creativity (comprehension, analysis, aesthetics, imagination, insight, design).
· Enhances precision in both magic and technique; refines the appearance and function of crafted gear.
True Essence of All Magic
· Super Magic: charges spells for massive amplification.
· Instant Magic: casts without chanting or ritual.
Magic Guard, Magic Blessing
· Grants additional protection based on Magic.
· Reduces all damage and debuffs.
· Absorption effect—each attack or spell recovers some MP.
· When in combat, damage taken is reduced; a fatal blow instead restores health once per day.
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The park was quiet except for the fountain's steady murmur. Lucas dropped his pack by his feet and took a long pull from his water flask. The cold splash hit his throat like heaven.
Nothing beat ice-cold water after a day in the summer heat.
He slumped back on the bench, tilting his head toward the sky, fingers idly twitching as he cycled through the same gesture—open, close, open, close.
Before his eyes, invisible to anyone else, the glowing Status Panel of Myriad Phenomena: Primal Origin shimmered into existence.
As the minutes passed, his gaze unfocused, his mind drifting somewhere far beyond Orario.
Lucas.
A transmigrator.
Two and a half years ago, on an ordinary day after work, his life had hit the ultimate gacha jackpot.
One blink—and the world went black.
When his eyes opened again, he was standing in Orario, the Labyrinth City at the center of the world.
He'd heard the name before. Everyone who'd read or watched fantasy stories had. Especially the massive white spire that pierced the clouds in the city's heart—Babel Tower. Seeing it with his own eyes left no doubt where he was.
Realizing his situation, he wasted no time taking action.
Those first months had been brutal. The kind of struggle you don't talk about because it sounds pathetic out loud.
Still, stubbornness—and, okay, some shameless persistence—paid off.
By sheer luck, he'd landed a stable job tending an orchard. It wasn't glamorous, but it paid the bills. With food on the table and a roof over his head, he threw himself into studying the language and culture of this world, bit by bit building a life.
It took over a year to overcome the language barrier, the alien food, and the homesickness. But eventually, life evened out.
Once he had his footing, he used his connections from work to register as an adventurer.
Six months later, he'd fought, bled, and learned his way through the Dungeon, inching forward one monster at a time.
The result? A sharper blade, thicker skin, and the patience of a saint.
Without his transmigrator advantage, he probably would've coasted by half-assing things, letting "fate" handle it. But with a literal System living in his head? That felt like an insult to every gamer instinct he had.
Sure, he could've just gone full background NPC, waited for a destined hero to fix everything, and cheered from the sidelines. But that wasn't him.
Not when he had a cheat.
And his cheat was… beautifully, absurdly local.
He hadn't needed a divine ritual or a god's blessing to gain power. The first time he touched a Magic Stone, something in him awakened—automatically adapting to this world's Falna system, reshaping itself into his current Status Panel.
But that wasn't the best part.
The best part was what came with it.
His starting loadout had been the stuff of dreams: three Magics, seven Skills, one Development Ability.
Even he'd been floored. For days, he couldn't sleep from the excitement.
And thanks to that absurdly stacked setup, he'd managed to survive—barely—despite his garbage starting Stats. Caution, planning, and a stupid amount of luck had carried him through the traps of the Dungeon and the chaos of the city.
A cool evening breeze rolled in, carrying mist from the fountain and brushing across his face. It pulled him out of his memories.
Lucas blinked, focusing again.
He could feel the weight of his coin pouch against his palm—solid, reassuring. A slow grin spread across his lips. Pulling up his hood, he rose from the bench, voice low but confident.
"Time to head home."
Lucas's house sat at the far edge of West Main Street, in the quiet Seventh District near the forest line.
A small, detached home with a fenced yard—typical Orario architecture: timber frame, red brick roof, and just enough foreign charm to make it cozy.
The laundry swayed lazily in the evening breeze, and a potted money tree by the porch was thriving, its leaves a deep, healthy green.
He slipped the key into the lock, pushed through the front door, and crossed the courtyard without breaking stride.
Shoes off. Up the stairs. Bedroom.
Door locked, curtains drawn—routine drilled to perfection.
Lucas shrugged off his dust-caked cloak and armor, the relief almost physical as he dropped onto the edge of his bed.
Then he leaned down, reaching under the frame to pull out a solid leather suitcase.
When he flipped it open, the gleam of coins filled the dim room. His entire savings, stacked neatly beside today's earnings.
1,001,500 Valis.
"System. Open Status Panel."
His voice carried the weight of ritual. The familiar blue interface blinked into view.
For a second, he just looked at it, grinning like a man who'd just beaten the odds. His eyes ran greedily across the glowing sections—Magic, Skills, that impossible Development Ability sitting proudly under Level 1. It was a sight that never failed to fill him with pride.
But then his gaze drifted to the one section that made his smile falter: Stats.
"Everything I've earned, every bit of progress—it's all me," he muttered. "Now let's take it up a notch."
"System, allocate points!"
The Magic stat on his panel flickered, then surged upward.
Magic: F389 → E489
He exhaled sharply, a grin spreading across his face. "Yes! A full hundred-point jump. Finally broke that damn cap!"
He pumped his fist three times, unable to stop himself.
"The bottleneck's gone. I can start training again!"
That ceiling had been strangling his progress for weeks, gnawing at his nerves.
If not for the minor gains his Heart of a Scholar skill had kept pushing through, he probably would've begged his "benefactor" for a loan already.
But perseverance paid off. The grind, the long hours—it had finally worked.
Everyone in Orario knew it:
Stats were the backbone of every Falna, the divine blueprint etched into every soul blessed by a god.
Whether you were an adventurer, a healer, a blacksmith, or just some farmer swinging an axe—if you bore a god's mark, your growth followed the same pattern.
The Falna system had four pillars:
Stats, Development Ability, Magic, and Skills—
the divine formula that defined power itself.
And tonight, Lucas had just proved that even the rules of the gods could be rewritten.