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MT - 15 Magic Seed
🕑 Added 2024-12-18 04:30:58 +0000 UTCIn summary, Roxy was an unlucky yet kind-hearted individual.
And it was precisely this contrast that made Roy fond of the slightly clumsy girl.
A gentle breeze swept through her azure hair, strands of it cascading loosely down to her waist. Roxy walked along the narrow dirt paths of the farmlands, surrounded by bustling farmers hard at work. Each time they saw her, their faces lit up, and they greeted her warmly.
Roy merely watched in silence. The golden rays of the setting sun bathed her face in light and, somehow, illuminated his heart as well.
Call it shallow if you will, blame it on her beauty if you must—but Roy had made up his mind. Roxy was his, and no one else's.
He quickened his steps, reached out, and clasped Roxy's hand.
She blinked, startled by the gesture. The warmth of his fingers brought back memories of the previous day, and a faint blush crept onto her face.
Roy remained silent, walking beside her as she cast her magic, bringing much-needed rain to the farmers. Droplets gently descended from the sky, nourishing the fields and the earth below. The farmers beamed with gratitude, and Roxy's smile shone just as brightly.
When the work was done, Roxy, this time, took the initiative. She smiled softly and took Roy's hand in hers.
"She seems to be in a good mood." Roy thought to himself, noticing how her expression carried a trace of tsundere charm.
Later that evening, after dinner, Roy strode confidently to his room, ignoring Rudeus's envious gaze. Lighting the oil lamp, he sat down to reflect on the day's events under its dim, golden glow.
Summary: Roxy's hands are really soft.
Roy stared at the line he had just written, a distant look in his eyes.
"Doesn't this make me seem... unserious?" He muttered, frowning. "Maybe even lazy."
After a moment of thought, he summoned the interface to check on his Fool self from another world.
With a sigh, he scribbled down a second line beneath the first: Games are really fun.
"Ugh, hopeless." He grimaced, mentally berating both versions of himself for their lack of discipline.
Soon, it was time for the most exciting part of the day—bedtime.
Roy hurriedly finished writing his journal, changed clothes, and jumped into bed, eagerly awaiting Roxy's arrival.
Since that night when they'd ended up sharing a bed, Roxy had been a bit flustered. The memory of what had happened left her hesitant, yet she still joined him every night.
The moon hung high in the sky, its light faint. A peaceful silence filled the room.
When Roy woke the next morning, Roxy was clinging to him like an octopus. Her scent lingered in the air, a subtle and unique fragrance that made his heart race.
Roy's frustration was palpable. He sighed inwardly. "If only I were stronger... I'd be the ultimate gentleman—or maybe a rogue, depending on how you look at it."
Time passed swiftly, and Roy's bond with Roxy deepened. The difference was that Roy's feelings leaned toward her physical allure, while Roxy treated him more like a younger sibling. Meanwhile, Sylphiette's development was going quite smoothly under Rudeus's meticulous "cultivation plan." She was practically a mirror of his efforts now.
Watching Rudeus beam with pride while Roxy looked helplessly troubled left Roy torn.
As for his other self in Sword Art Online, Roy had left him to his own devices. "As long as he clears the story, I don't care." He thought. "Out of sight, out of mind."
For now, Roy's days were simple: practicing swordsmanship, learning magic, and enjoying a leisurely pace of life.
One glance at his stats made Roy chuckle. His magic power was only ranked B, but in this quiet little region, he was practically invincible.
Then, a bold idea struck him. His gaze sharpened.
"I'll become the Eminence in Shadow." He murmured.
The plan? Recruit and train some naïve boys to do his bidding, defeat the Dragon God, and make him an ally. Together, they'd crush the Human God. Rudeus would be freed from his manipulations, the Dragon God would find closure for his revenge, and Roy himself would gain immense Temporal Energy.
A perfect future for everyone.
Except for the Human God, of course.
To achieve this, he needed to defeat the Dragon God.
With that thought in mind, Roy turned to his status panel, a glimmer of determination in his eyes.
[Roy Greyrat
[Age: 6
[Strength: G+
[Agility: F
[Stamina: G+
[Intelligence: B
[Talents: [Immaculate Soul (Phase One)], [The Fool (Phase One)], [Greed]
[Skills: [Advanced Magic Knowledge], [Sword God Style (Intermediate)]
[Evaluation: You possess exceptional potential for growth. At your current state, you barely qualify as battle-ready.]
Roy tapped the interface of the world-capturing system, and a small string of text appeared before him:
[Temporal Energy: 0/100 (World Capture Unavailable)]
It was frustrating. The only decent stat he had was his magic; everything else was trash. One swing from the Dragon God's claw would end him in an instant.
A deep sense of helplessness welled up within him. Gritting his teeth, Roy couldn't help but curse his other self in Sword Art Online. The guy was hopelessly unreliable, forcing Roy to rely entirely on his own strength. Any dreams of coasting through this life had been thoroughly shattered.
But another issue loomed large: Roxy was about to leave.
Roy wanted to ask her to stay, but he knew he didn't have a valid reason to do so. He had already learned everything she could teach him. With the completion of Water Saint Magic, there was nothing more Roxy could offer as an instructor.
He had even tried using Rudeus's unfinished training as an excuse to persuade her to stay a little longer. But Roxy, with a bittersweet smile, shook her head.
"I'd love to stay." She said gently. "But you know, I've already taught you everything I can."
Her words left Roy in silence, his expression conflicted. She wasn't wrong. Roxy had done everything she could for him.
Watching the faint sadness in her expression, Roy eventually accepted the reality of her impending departure.
But before she left, he resolved to give her a parting gift.
Drawing on the vast ocean of magic power within him, Roy closed his eyes and focused.
The elements in the air—wind, fire, water, and earth—began to converge, rushing into his body at an overwhelming speed. The natural energy swirled violently as Roy absorbed it all.
A dark, oppressive aura spread outward as his magic began to compress, growing denser and more volatile. Moments later, a small, pitch-black seed materialized in his hand. His molten gold eyes glimmered as he stared at the seed.
A magic seed.
Once implanted in someone, this seed would cause their magic power to surge exponentially. But there was a catch: the recipient's magic would be inextricably linked to the one who created the seed. If the creator wished, they could overwhelm the recipient's magic in an instant, causing their mana to spiral out of control—a fatal consequence.
Of course, Roy had no intention of giving this volatile version to Roxy.
What he had in mind was a refined version of the magic seed. It would grant her the same power boost without the dangerous side effects. The only downside was that its overall potency would be significantly reduced.
Still, it was a gift of pure magic—a rare treasure that anyone would be grateful to receive.
For someone like Roxy, even a modest boost in magic power would make a significant difference.
Though she was a Saint-level magician, her natural reserves of mana were relatively low. Compared to ordinary people, her capacity was impressive, but against true prodigies, she fell short.
