The system's hum hasn't faded since the moment it appeared. It sits in the back of my mind—alive, waiting. I take one steady breath, focus inward, and think the words: Open inventory.
Light unfolds across my vision like parchment set aflame, revealing a single line.
[Starter Pack — Available]Claim reward? (Y/N)
I don't hesitate. "Yes."
The world sharpens. My magic flares, hot and cold at once, running through my veins like lightning seeking a way out. Lines of text blaze before my eyes.
[Starter Pack Contents]
Dumbledore's Transfiguration Notes
Dark Magic Heart — Grants immense affinity with the Dark Arts. Increases comprehension speed and amplifies all dark-aligned spells by 10%.
Merlin's Bloodline — Unlocks vast magical potential. Enhances Divination and grants communication and control over dragons.
Complete Knowledge: Mind Magic• Mind Control (Imperius Curse)• Mind Reading (Legilimency) & Shielding (Occlumency)• Emotion Control (Bravery Charm, Cheering Charm)• Memory Manipulation (False Memory, Obliviation, Muggle-Repelling, Rite of Confidentiality)
[Do you wish to claim all rewards?]
"Claim."
Pain again—no, not pain, expansion. A flood of knowledge pours in: sigils, runes, diagrams that only a genius could decode, and I comprehend them as easily as breathing. Centuries of study compress into a heartbeat.
Then the Dark Magic Heart ignites within my chest. A second pulse beats beside the first—deeper, stronger, whispering temptation. I feel the texture of darkness, rich and potent, yet perfectly under my control. The lust for power doesn't consume me; it obeys me.
When the pulse settles, something ancient stirs in my blood.Merlin's Bloodline.
My vision sharpens until I can see every grain of dust drifting through the air. Magic hums around me, threads of energy waiting for command. For an instant, I glimpse time itself—fractured possibilities rippling outward like reflections on water.
I exhale slowly. "So this… is what true potential feels like."
[Power Surge Detected. Magic Capacity +300%][New Title Unlocked: Heir of Merlin]
The words dissolve, leaving silence. My heartbeat steadies; my mind is calm, cold, organized. I know things I shouldn't—how to enter another's thoughts, how to lock away my own, how to nudge emotion with a single whispered charm.
I reach out experimentally. A flicker of will, a trace of intent—and the candle beside my bed flares brighter, flame stretching toward me like it recognizes its master. I smile faintly.
Dumbledore's notes hover at the edge of my awareness, a library of transfiguration theory waiting to be absorbed. I'll read them later. For now, I savor this new equilibrium—raw power balanced by clarity.
Tom Riddle was ambitious but blinded by obsession.I am ambition refined.
If a god truly watches, then let him see this: a mortal who takes every gift and turns it into dominion.
I close my eyes, drawing in the rhythm of magic that now thrums beneath my skin. The orphanage is silent, but I can already hear destiny whispering behind the walls.
The game has begun—and I no longer play by anyone's rules.