For a novice magician—someone who had only just begun to touch the fundamentals of magic—this was priceless. No amount of training could replicate its effect.
I looked back at the sphere.
'There's no need to hesitate.'
That was my honest thought.
If I was going to face demon kings, ancient nobles, and whatever nightmare came next, then half-measures would get me killed.
To me now, it was only a single point of magic power.
Almost laughably small.
But to the original protagonist?
That same one point would have been priceless.
I knew that better than anyone. I'd cleared this game—wrung it dry.
By the time the original protagonist ever reached this region, they'd be drowning in elixirs, artifacts, divine blessings, and broken relics that made marginal gains meaningless.
For me, though?
Every scrap mattered.
—Gulp—
The liquid slid down my throat, cold and smooth.
It felt like swallowing melted ice cream—refreshing, soothing, almost indulgent.
