After the training session, Atticus made his way to his room. Sitting down cross-legged on his bed, he allowed his thoughts to drift.
"It's been a hellish two years" he mused, his voice barely above a whisper, 'It wasn't easy, but I'm glad I finally learned how to fight.'
During the hellish training, Atticus had initially dreaded getting hurt. Despite growing up in this new world, his mindset was still rooted in his Earthly origins.
However, this problem was gradually fixed as the training progressed. Although he hadn't experienced any real-life and death battles and didn't know how he'd react, it was still a significant leap forward.
Atticus's thoughts shifted inward fixating on the power that had been welling up within him. 'I feel I'm very close to a breakthrough. I'll finally be able to awaken my bloodline,' he thought, excited to awaken his bloodline.
With a resolute exhale, Atticus closed his eyes, entering a state of meditative focus. He began absorbing mana, his concentration turning inward as he allowed the ambient energy to flow into his core.
Time seemed to stretch as he remained in that trance-like state, the sensation of mana coursing through him both invigorating and soothing.
After several hours, Atticus felt a sudden surge of power coursing through his veins, a feeling that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. He could sense a transformation occurring within his mana core, a sensation of expansion and growth that was almost palpable.
And he felt a slight connection to the elements. 'Wait! I feel a connection to all the elements. Is it my bloodline?'. Atticus thought, slightly surprised.
His mind raced as he contemplated the newfound connection he felt to the elements. It was as if a door had opened, granting him access to powers that were once distant and unreachable.
With a sense of excitement, he closed his eyes and focused on this connection, channelling his thoughts towards each element in turn.
After a few minutes, he raised his arms, and a small flame materialized on his arm, dancing with a life of its own. A delighted smile tugged at his lips as he continued to concentrate.
With a gentle effort of will, he conjured a bead of water into existence. It laid on his hand.
Encouraged by his success, he directed his focus towards the element of air, causing a gentle breeze to sweep through the room. 'I can feel a slight connection to light and darkness but it seems i can't control them yet'
As he wanted to call his status to check what changed, the air suddenly grew heavy with an unpleasant odor, Atticus's eyes widened as he detected the source. Beads of dark, viscous substance oozing from his pores.
Startled and slightly alarmed, Atticus quickly rose from the bed, but he misjudged his new found power and stumbled, landing on the floor with an undignified thud. He grimaced and rubbed his sore backside, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"It'll take some time to get used to this strength," he muttered, anticipation coloring his words. Realizing the need for a bath, he made his way to the bathroom, leaving a bewildered Arya behind.
"Did he just control 3 elements?" Arya muttered.
As Atticus stood under the soothing flow of water, he felt the fatigue of his training wash away, replaced by a renewed sense of vitality.
After his bath, he stood before a full-length mirror, his gaze fixed on his reflection. He couldn't help but admire the changes that had taken place, both externally and internally.
His compact muscles, taut and well-defined for his age, hint at the physical prowess that lies within him. Remarkably, the contours of his abdomen reveal a hint of definition, forming the foundation of what would eventually become a chiseled set of six-pack abs.
With a sense of anticipation, he took a deep breath and thought. 'Status.' A holographic display materialized before him.
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Character Profile:
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Username: Atticus Ravenstein
Age: 7
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Attributes:
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Strength: 30
Agility: 33
Endurance: 35
Vitality: 30
Intelligence: 11
Charm: 14
Level: Intermediate-
Talent: Mythical
Bloodline: Primordial Elemental Bloodline
- Level 1
- Fire: 0.8%
- Air: 1%
- Water: 0.6%
- Earth: 0.7%
Abilities:
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Innate Skills:
* Conceal [Grade: Mythical]
- The ability to conceal your powers from anyone regardless of rank. You may choose what level you want to be shown.
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As Atticus's gaze remained fixed on his stats, a sense of amazement and reflection swept over him.
A small chuckle escaped his lips as he mused to himself, "Damn, I've come a long way from those initial 1's."
'To think I would get reincarnated into a magic world and learn magic' he thought, his mind momentarily drifting back to his life on earth, and mother. Which brought a slight sad expression to his face.
The thought of manipulating elements still felt somewhat surreal, like an enchanting dream he was living. The sense of surrealism gradually giving way to a steely resolve.
'No matter how surreal it may feel,' he thought, his gaze becoming resolute, 'I'm going to make the most of this opportunity. I'll keep pushing myself to become even stronger and find that stupid man.'
After a few seconds of self reflection, his gaze drifted to his new bloodline. 'Primordial Elemental Bloodline. Sounds OP hehe' he mused. He then focused on it,
-The Primordial Elemental Bloodline is a rare and potent lineage that bestows an unparalleled mastery over the very elements that shape the world, granting its bearer the power to control all aspects of fire, water, air, earth, and even the more esoteric forces like lightning, ice, light, darkness etc.
Note that the user must reach a certain level of strength to be able to use these esoteric forces.