My Magic Has No Upper Limit

Zelir was still immersed in this magical phenomenon.

Suddenly, through the Spirit Link Magic, Mage Haddley’s Spiritual Power also seemed to merge into it.

She didn’t forcefully interfere with Zelir’s Magic Power circulation.

Instead, like an experienced helmsman, she guided Zelir, making each cycle of the Meditation process more adept.

At first, Zelir had to divert his focus to control his Meditation.

Then, with Mage Haddley’s guidance and his own adaptation, the Meditation gradually became automatic.

Finally, even when Zelir wasn’t paying special attention, the process of refining his Magic Power continued in an orderly fashion.

"You’re doing very well. Maintain this empty state, continue to relax..."

Mage Haddley guided gently.

"Forget that you’re training, forget everything around you... Then, just as you would after a long, tiring day, just sleep..."

Zelir tried to relax his final hold on his sea of consciousness.

He let his body and Spirit sink down as much as possible, entering a state of true sleep.

And then... he actually fell asleep.

As Zelir sank into his dreams, the subconscious process of refining his Magic Power continued within his cosmic sea of consciousness.

Every pulse of the Spring Seed would cause the torrent of Magic Power to automatically pour out, circulate, be refined, and then return.

It was a continuous, repeating cycle.

The light representing the purity of the Magic Power also began to grow more condensed and brilliant.

...

With a satisfied, lazy groan, Zelir’s eyes slowly fluttered open, his consciousness still hazy.

He rubbed his temples and slowly sat up.

’Oh...’

’I think I was practicing Heart Sleep in Mage Haddley’s laboratory?’

Zelir remembered.

"You’re awake?"

A familiar voice suddenly came from beside him.

But it wasn’t Mage Haddley.

Zelir turned his head and met Bev’s eyes.

"Bev... what are you doing here?"

"Mage Haddley is my teacher, you know. Is it really so strange for me to be here asking her questions?"

Bev sat back down in her chair, a thick book still in her hand.

"You, on the other hand... you’re a restless sleeper. You kept kicking off the blanket."

Zelir looked down and only then noticed a thin blanket draped over him.

He was a little embarrassed. "Thanks..."

"You’re awake, Zelir."

Mage Haddley peeked out from behind Bev. "How was your first time using Heart Sleep?"

"Hmm..."

Zelir closed his eyes to feel the condition of his body. When he opened them again, his expression was one of delight.

Power: 95

Agility: 105

Constitution: 98

Spirit: 119 -> 120

Intelligence: 134 -> 135

Perception: 32

Charm: 59

Lucky: 51

Talent Skills:

Technique Celestial Calculation

Magic Contract

’My stats really increased just from sleeping.’

This was the first time Zelir had gained attribute points without leveling up.

’Raising both my Spirit and Intelligence by one point in a single Heart Sleep session. That’s pretty efficient!’

"It worked great. I can already feel a significant improvement," Zelir said, somewhat excited.

"That’s good."

Mage Haddley wasn’t surprised by this result. She nodded.

"The efficiency of the boost from your first time using Heart Sleep is the highest, even higher than normal Meditation. But afterward, it will gradually fall back to a normal rate as your body adapts."

"I’m so jealous of people like you who have mastered multiple magic systems..." Bev wrinkled her nose slightly.

She couldn’t use the Spirit Magic System, only the Elemental one.

And she was still just a Magic Apprentice.

’Who knows when I’ll be able to master the Heart Sleep technique.’

"Your talent is also very good, Bev. I’m sure you’ll learn it quickly," Zelir said encouragingly.

Although she knew Zelir was just trying to comfort her and that her talent wasn’t that amazing, Bev still felt much better after hearing his words.

Zelir stood up, stretched languidly, and gazed out the window.

The sun was already setting.

’I really slept for a long time.’

’Now that I’ve mastered Heart Sleep, I can charge towards the rank of Middle Level Mage at a much faster pace.’

However, recalling his morning experiment with the Flame Thunder Spear, Zelir still had some lingering concerns.

"Mage Haddley... I’ve recently been trying to practice a new Magic."

Zelir hesitated for a moment, but still decided to ask Mage Haddley for advice.

"But this Magic is quite destructive, and the level of control required is extremely high, so..."

"Did you blow someone up?" Mage Haddley looked at Zelir in surprise.

"No, nothing like that..."

"Destroyed a field or someone’s house?" Haddley asked again.

"Not that serious... I just blasted a riverbed," Zelir said, scratching his head.

"Oh, is that all? I thought it was something serious. Just be more careful next time."

Mage Haddley waved her hand dismissively.

"Practicing Magic is never a perfectly smooth road. Being able to learn a spell just by looking at it, like you did before—*that’s* what’s abnormal."

"If you’re worried that the destructive power is too strong and might hurt you, just reduce the Magic Power output."

"Oh..."

...

「Swordsmanship Training Ground.」

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Two figures intertwined in the center of the field. Every sudden stop or sprint kicked up a large cloud of dust.

"Gray, is that all you’ve got? Your speed is still too slow."

Maki laughed loudly.

He leaned back effortlessly, dodging Gray’s slash.

Then he brought his Wooden Saber down in a chop.

"Don’t get too arrogant!"

Gray roared and immediately parried, clashing sabers.

According to Maki’s calculations, with Gray’s strength, there was no way he could block this blow.

Gray’s blocking stance would be broken, and he would easily win this exchange.

However...

BANG... SWISH!

After the brief sound of wooden sabers clashing, the smug smile on Maki’s face froze.

He watched in astonishment as the Wooden Saber in his hand... was actually sliced in two?!

Half of the blade spun through the air and landed, sticking into the sand.

It was only for an instant, a brief glimpse, but Maki had clearly seen a flash of cyan airflow envelop Gray’s Wooden Saber.

"Hah... haah..." After delivering that stunning blow, the power inside Gray’s body seemed to have been instantly drained.

He collapsed onto the sand, panting heavily, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair.

After catching his breath for a while, Gray looked at the Wooden Saber in his hand in disbelief.

"Did I just... Did I just..." Gray’s voice trembled with excitement.

"Yes. That was indeed Fighting Qi," Maki said with a nod.

"Awesome!" After getting an affirmative answer, Gray clenched his fist in excitement, his face beaming.

"Don’t celebrate too early."

Seeing Gray’s reaction, Maki snorted with a laugh.

"You’ve only just touched the threshold. You’re still a long way from truly mastering it."