The sunlight penetrated through the leaves and dyed a bit of faint green, finally dyeing the trunk and the ground into a clear green!
Páng kè watched the fresh sun shine on his slender fingers, and his snow-white skin showed a little green.
The translucent nails reflected the brilliance circulating in the sun!
Páng kè knew from the knowledge left by his "parents" that the appearance of human races in this world was no different from that on Earth.
Most intelligent creatures were also humanoid.
Races like elves only had slightly different characteristics in appearance—such as ears—but overall, there wasn't much difference.
Although the material composition of this world was completely different from his home universe at a micro level—being energy-based—most macroscopic forms and attributes remained unchanged.
Thinking back to the battle in the void, it was clear this wasn't a mere chance encounter...
The relationship between these two universes was undoubtedly extraordinary!
Páng kè decided not to dwell on it.
Such grand matters were beyond his grasp for now.
"This body is really light."
Páng kè shifted his attention from his thoughts to his new body.
He easily performed a few gymnastics movements—moves that would have certainly broken his past body on Earth.
"And this skin is too good!"
Páng kè observed the delicate, radiant skin of his fingers.
He tried channeling magic power through them, and a faint blue glow flickered beneath the skin.
"Magic power is soul energy. Its flow is incredibly smooth, meaning my soul and body are highly compatible!
I wonder how the magical affinity of other mages compares.
This physique is perfect for certain enchanting spells.
Unfortunately, I have no plans to study enchanting magic in the short term."
Páng kè was quite satisfied with his body.
The Primordial Elves had perished long ago, and only a few scattered clans still adhered to elven traditions, living in seclusion.
They had no ancient enemies.
Páng kè then put on the clothes his parents had left for him.
Only the robe and staff were magical, and even they were only apprentice-level.
The rest were ordinary garments.
The message from his "parents" explained that they hadn't left him anything too valuable, fearing that he wouldn't have the strength to protect it, thus attracting the covetous eyes of the strong.
Páng kè found this reasoning rather stingy.
Couldn't they have hidden the valuables somewhere and left him a treasure map instead?
He might be weak now, but he would grow stronger in the future!
At that point, he could claim his "inheritance."
It seemed his so-called parents had arranged things more out of formality than true care.
Perhaps they had never believed they would fail their breakthrough!
"The arrogance of the mysterious is what leads to their demise!
But something is better than nothing, so I shouldn't be greedy,"
Páng kè reassured himself.
Feeling uncomfortable being undressed, he quickly put on his shirt and pants.
The clothing, though plain brown, was surprisingly luxurious, made of silk that felt smooth against his skin.
His boots, crafted from the hide of an unknown beast, had an elegant brown color.
The fur at the mouth of the boots locked in warmth, and what was most unusual was their seamless construction—they had no stitches or joints, as if they had grown naturally.
Páng kè suspected magic had played a role in their creation.
Finally, there was the robe.
The blue silk robe was woven with incredible precision, each thread nearly identical in size.
Mysterious light-yellow runes embroidered along its surface carried apprentice-level enchantments left by his parents.
These runes granted increased durability.
Páng kè tested the fabric, trying to tear it, but it remained intact.
System analysis indicated that this enchantment gave the thin robe the strength of thick nylon!
Additionally, the robe had an apprentice-level spell that could be activated twice per day—the Secondary Slanted Position spell.
This was what classified it as magical equipment.
Páng kè examined the robe's core.
Although the spell was limited to two uses per day, it actually took 27 hours for the robe to naturally absorb enough free elements in the air to recharge (a day in this world being 27 hours).
Manually injecting magic could shorten the recharge time, but it would still take two to three hours.
Forcing too much mana at once would reduce absorption efficiency.
Dressed fully, Páng kè picked up his staff, which was made from the branch of an unknown tree.
At its head was an irregular ruby that reduced the mana consumption of apprentice-level spells by 5% (with a cap at 20% reduction).
The staff also stored an apprentice-level plastic energy spell—Gikafei Flame Spell—which could be cast once every 27 hours, named after its inventor, Gika.
"Overall, this equipment is sufficient for my early growth.
Strong enough to be useful, yet not valuable enough to attract the attention of powerful beings."
Páng kè spun the staff in his left hand, watching the ruby briefly glint under the sunlight.
Eager to test his magic, Páng kè prepared to cast one of the apprentice-level spells he had studied theoretically—Secondary Catapult.
This spell functioned by creating a small cluster of etheric energy within the soul, then transferring it into reality and converting it into strong, controlled kinetic energy.
That kinetic energy was then attached to an object, which was propelled at high speed upon release.
The spell's original inventor had enjoyed flicking marbles while casting it, leading to the name "Catapult."
Secondary Catapult was a weaker, streamlined version of the original Catapult, requiring less energy but following the same principles.
The usual casting material was a small amount of marble powder.
Though Páng kè had no idea why marble powder, which seemed completely unrelated to the spell's function, was necessary, he didn't have any on hand.
Regardless, he was confident in casting an apprentice-level spell.
Páng kè casually picked up a small stone.
The spell's casting range was short—only about 50 centimeters.
He constructed the magic model in his soul, carefully analyzing it multiple times through his system.
Then, he recited the auxiliary incantation in Byron's magical language while holding the staff in his left hand, simultaneously performing the intricate spellcasting gestures of ancient Hailar.
Despite having a solid theoretical foundation and the assistance of incantations and gestures, Páng kè remained cautious during his first attempt.
His vague, low-chanting voice echoed like a whisper from the void.
Slowly, he channeled his magic into the spell model within his soul.
Though he encountered slight resistance, he successfully completed the key nodes.
Finally, he released the finished spell into reality.
His casting gesture carved a trajectory of white light into the air, stabilizing the transformed violent kinetic energy.
A nearly transparent force surrounded the small rock.
Aiming at a small tree, he released control over the stone.
Even without the super-magic technique of "Psychic Power Lock," the systematic analysis had perfectly calculated its trajectory.
It would strike its target with pinpoint accuracy.
A sharp sonic boom suddenly cut through the air.
The stone vanished in a blur, moving faster than the eye could follow.
Though it had no recoil—being directly infused with kinetic energy—the displaced air sent ripples through the dust around Páng kè, scattering the ground beneath his feet.
Observing the poor tree that had just been struck, Páng kè's eyes narrowed slightly...