I blinked, astonished, as shimmering text floated in the air. Symbols and words I had never seen before danced and shifted, like stars forming constellations of impossible meaning. My divine awakening had been the first step, but this… this was another level entirely.
A voice, calm and omnipresent, filled my mind:
"Welcome, Goddess of Magic. Your first template is available: Tom Riddle, Dark Lord of the Wizarding World."
I tilted my head, silver hair cascading like a waterfall of moonlight. The system's interface shimmered, offering me a progress bar: 50% unlocked. My divine nature granted me a head start — already halfway into the legendary template.
Template Abilities Unlocked:
Parseltongue — Communication with serpents and control over certain magical creatures.
Magical Prodigy — Accelerated growth and instinctive understanding of magic.
Academic Excellence — Instantly retaining knowledge, solving magical theory with ease.
Legilimency and Occlumency — Mastery over the minds of others and the ability to shield my own.
Dark Arts Mastery — Command over curses, hexes, and forbidden magic.
Charisma and Manipulation — Subtlety, persuasion, and influence over those weaker in will.
Additional Abilities Granted Through System Recognition:
Flying
Intelligence — Sharpened to near-omniscient levels.
Apparition — Instant teleportation through space.
Charms & Transfiguration
Control of Underage Magic — Ability to bend and influence magical energy from others.
Elemental Magic & Fire Spells
Power of Possession & Magic Amplification
Potions Mastery
I felt a surge of power ripple through me. My mind, already vast with divine knowledge, now expanded further — faster, sharper, insatiable. The system was not merely a tool; it was a conduit, recognizing my godlike potential and merging it with the formidable legacy of Tom Riddle.
"Template 50% unlocked. Continued use and mastery of magical abilities will increase unlock rate."
I tested my abilities instinctively. The words of snakes flowed like a song in my mind, serpents hissing secrets I could understand. My thoughts brushed against spells I had never learned — charms and transfiguration flickering on my tongue as if the knowledge had always belonged to me. Even the Dark Arts whispered their temptations, and I felt… no fear. Only curiosity, hunger, and the thrill of power.
I realized then that my path was no longer ordinary. The combination of my divine magic and this system meant that I could surpass not only mortals but even the most powerful gods if I chose. Loki had been right in his teasing: the consequences of my birth were far beyond what anyone could imagine.
And yet, even with this newfound potential, I knew I had to be careful. Odin's gaze was ever-watchful, Thor's indifference was a cloak of potential danger, and Asgard itself was filled with whispers of envy and suspicion.
With a slow, deliberate breath, I allowed my system to whisper its first directive:
"Master your template. Explore your abilities. Ascend."
And I would.