The moment I saw it in the store… I didn't hesitate.
Ancient Magic.
Fifty thousand points.
An absurd price. A ridiculous investment. Something that would normally take me months—maybe years—to justify.
I bought it instantly.
The world changed.
No—I changed.
The second the purchase completed, something deep within me… shifted. It wasn't like learning a new spell or gaining a new skill. It felt older. Deeper. Like something buried inside my very soul had been unlocked.
I gasped slightly as my vision flickered.
And then—
I saw it.
Magic.
Not just the surface-level spells and flows I was used to seeing with my enhanced perception and Sharingan…
But traces.
Echoes.
Ancient imprints left behind by magic long after it had been cast.
The walls of my lab glowed faintly with layers of history—residual enchantments from every spell I had ever cast here. Threads of power lingered in the air, woven into the very structure of reality.
"…What is this?" I whispered.
This wasn't normal magic.
This was something older.
Something… foundational.
And then I felt it.
Inside me.
A new power awakened.
It flowed differently—not like structured spells or wand-based casting. It was raw. Instinctive. Almost… alive.
Ancient magic.
I steadied myself, gripping the edge of my desk. My mind immediately kicked into overdrive, analyzing, categorizing, theorizing.
"No teacher… no guidance… no records," I muttered.
Of course not.
The so-called Keepers of ancient magic? They didn't exist yet. They wouldn't be born for centuries.
Which meant…
A slow smile spread across my face.
"I'm the first."
Or at least—
The first in this era.
I didn't waste time.
I dove straight into experimentation.
At first, it was chaotic.
Ancient magic didn't respond like normal spells. There were no incantations. No clear structure. It reacted to intent—pure, unfiltered will.
I raised my hand, focusing.
A faint ripple of ancient energy gathered—and then exploded outward, slamming into the far wall of my lab with overwhelming force.
The entire room shook.
I blinked.
"…Okay."
That was… powerful.
Very powerful.
I adjusted immediately.
Control. Precision. Refinement.
The three pillars of magic.
Even ancient magic would obey them.
Hours turned into days.
Days blurred together.
I tested everything.
How it interacted with my existing spells.How it flowed through my body.How it reacted to emotion, intent, and focus.
I discovered quickly that ancient magic didn't replace normal magic—it enhanced it. Amplified it. Twisted it into something far more potent.
A simple levitation charm?
With ancient magic layered into it, it could rip objects from the ground with explosive force.
A basic shield?
It became nearly unbreakable, reinforced with raw, primal energy.
But the most fascinating part…
Was what I could see.
The traces.
Ancient magic allowed me to perceive echoes of spells cast long ago—residual imprints left in the world itself.
Even Hogwarts…
I closed my eyes, extending my senses.
The castle lit up in my perception like a living organism.
Layers upon layers of magic.
Old wards.Ancient protections.Foundational enchantments we had placed ourselves…
And beneath it all—
Something deeper.
Something older.
"…Interesting," I whispered.
Hogwarts itself…
Was already beginning to accumulate ancient magic.
That gave me an idea.
A dangerous one.
"If ancient magic is tied to time… to repeated use… to significance…" I murmured, pacing my lab.
Then what if I could accelerate that process?
What if I could intentionally create ancient magic?
My heart started beating faster.
This wasn't just another branch of magic.
This was… fundamental.
If I could master this—
If I could truly understand it—
Then everything changes.
Combat.Creation.Even… immortality.
I stopped, staring at my notes.
Herpo's research.
Soul.Body.Longevity.
Now add ancient magic into that equation…
A slow, dangerous smile formed on my lips.
"I don't need to follow his path anymore."
This…
This was something entirely new.
Something even Herpo hadn't fully understood.
I raised my hand again, ancient magic swirling faintly around my fingers like golden threads of light.
Unrefined.
Unstable.
But full of potential.
"No teachers," I said quietly. "No guides."
Good.
"I'll figure it out myself."
And when I did…
Even the greatest wizards in history—past, present, or future—
Would be nothing compared to me.