I somehow made it back to my room.
How?
I didn't remember.
I just knew that at some point, I was lying face-down on my bed, not moving, staring at the pillow like it was my last hope in life.
"…I'm alive," I muttered.
Barely.
Everything hurt.
My arms.My legs.Muscles I didn't even know existed.
I rolled onto my back with great effort and stared at the ceiling.
"Okay… let's think."
I raised my hand weakly.
The status window appeared.
Instead of stats, I focused on my skills.
Fireball (Basic)Conjure a ball of fire and launch it at the target.
Cooldown: ERRORMana Cost: ERROR
Damage increases with mastery and control.
"…As expected."
No cooldown.No mana cost.
Still broken.
I moved to the next one.
Ice Magic (Basic)Allows manipulation and creation of ice-element mana.
Enables freezing, slowing, and basic ice constructs.
Cooldown: NoneMana Cost: ERROR
"So this isn't just ice spells… it's ice control," I murmured.
That was already higher than what Common Mages were supposed to have access to.
Next—
Stealth (Basic)Suppresses presence and reduces detection by sight, sound, and mana perception.
Effect increases with skill rank and control.
Cooldown: NoneMana Cost: Minimal (ERROR)
I raised an eyebrow.
"…Minimal, but still error."
Figures.
And finally—
Summoning (Basic)Summon a creature or entity.
Type: Beast / Spirit (based on intent and mana input)
Summoned entity level scales with mana used.
Current Limit: Cannot summon entities above Level 50
Note: This restriction exists due to the low rank of the world and user.
I froze.
"…Level 50?"
I slowly sat up.
"Wait."
I stared at the line again.
Cannot summon entities above Level 50
"…Isn't that a gap of forty-nine levels?"
I was level one.
Level fifty monsters were mid-tier dungeon threats.
Some knights couldn't even handle those.
"…What the hell, dude?"
I flopped back onto the bed.
And then another thought hit me.
Summoning depended on mana.
And I—
"…Have no mana limit."
My eyes widened.
"And stealth hides presence…"
I stared at the ceiling.
"So technically… I wouldn't even need to hunt myself."
I could just—
Send summons.
Hidden.
No danger.
No risk.
"…I'm not saying I want to," I muttered quickly. "But I really don't want to be stuck inside this place for five years."
My gaze sharpened.
The window flickered again.
[Talent: Absolute Overflow]No limits detected on mana or auxiliary energy usage.
"…Auxiliary energy?"
What even counted as that?
Range?
Duration?
Summon distance?
I swallowed.
"…Can this apply here too?"
If it did—
That Level 50 limit might not even matter.
I sat up again, heart beating faster.
"I should test it."
But not here.
Definitely not here.
I glanced toward the door.
"…Maybe somewhere else."
Margrave's Study
Margrave Alric Veyron stood quietly behind his desk.
Reports were scattered across the surface—monster sightings, border patrol updates, dungeon instability notices.
Normally, this would've demanded his full attention.
Today, it didn't.
His thoughts were elsewhere.
Summoning… and stealth, he thought.
Neither were Common Mage skills.
Stealth belonged to scouts and assassins.Summoning belonged to Summoners.
Ice magic itself was already an Uncommon-tier specialization.
And yet—
Aiden had learned all of them.
Without resistance.Without backlash.Without incompatibility.
Alric leaned back in his chair and exhaled slowly.
"If his class rank were higher," he murmured, "I could explain it."
High-rank classes could cross paths.
But Common Mage?
That should've been impossible.
He looked toward the window, where the training yard was visible in the distance.
Aiden isn't normal, he admitted silently.
And yet—
His fists clenched.
"Laws," he muttered.
The kingdom's law was clear.
Only those with higher-ranked classes could inherit full household authority.
If Alric were to fall—
Aiden wouldn't be allowed to succeed him.
Not officially.
"…If it weren't for that damn rule," he growled.
But then, another thought followed.
A calmer one.
If it weren't for that rule…
My son might never have needed to grow this strong.
Alric straightened.
"I don't need to decide anything yet," he said quietly.
Aiden was five.
Far too young.
All Alric had to do—
Was watch.
Protect.
And make sure nothing in this world crushed his child before he was ready.
Author's Note:Thanks for reading! If you enjoy reading this book, please add it to your collections.