Leon Hart | Age 21 | Human | Lv. 1 | Demeter Familia (Hart Familia)
Basic Abilities: STR G223 | END G266 | DEX G278 | AGI G258 | MAG F389
Development Ability: Versatility I
Magic:
Genesis Origin: the System itself. The cheat, disguised as a magic slot.
Heaven and Earth: Fortune's Blessing: grants Falna like a god. No deity required.
Leon's Grimoire: records spells without using magic slots. Unlimited growth potential.
Skills:
Beloved's Blessing: divine protection for Familia members. Stronger with more opposite-sex members and deeper bonds.
Proof of Traversal: spend Excelia and valis to freely allocate stat points and raise potential caps.
Demon Lord's Crest: doubles Endurance and Magic. Hundredfold Mind pool. Permanent regeneration.
Hand of Omnipotence: grants Versatility. Select up to three additional Development Abilities per level-up.
Scholar's Heart: accelerated learning. Guaranteed returns on effort. Polishes spells, techniques, and equipment.
True Essence of All Magic: charge any spell for more power, or skip chanting entirely.
Arcane Ward: Magic stat adds to defense. Restores Mind on each attack. Blocks one lethal blow per day.
Three magic slots. Seven skills. One Development Ability. All at Lv. 1.
The numbers were garbage. Everything else was absurd.
Leon dropped onto a park bench beside the sculpture fountain, set his pack down by his feet, and pulled out his waterskin. He took a long, greedy drink and let out a sigh that came from somewhere deep in his chest.
In the dead of summer, nothing on earth beat a mouthful of cold water.
He leaned back and tilted his head toward the sky. His fingers moved on autopilot, flicking through an invisible loop of open-close, open-close. Only he could see the System Interface conjured by Genesis Origin.
Minutes slipped past. His gaze went soft, unfocused, and his thoughts drifted to a life that felt like someone else's.
Leon Hart. Transmigrator.
Six months ago, he'd been clocking out from work when the universe decided to deal him the wildest hand of his life.
Everything went black. When his eyes opened again, he was standing in the streets of Orario, the Labyrinth City at the center of the world.
He'd heard of this place, obviously. Anyone who'd consumed even a shred of isekai media knew the Labyrinth City and its Dungeon. And Babel, that massive white tower planted dead-center in the city like a beacon screaming you are here, made the whole situation impossible to deny. In that single moment of recognition, he understood exactly what had happened to him.
Once he knew where he was, Leon moved fast.
The first few months were rough. Language barrier, culture shock, sleeping rough until he figured out the basics. But through sheer persistence and a refusal to take no for an answer, luck eventually found him. A certain generous patron took him in and gave him work tending an orchard. Scholar's Heart did the heavy lifting on the language. What should have taken years, he crammed into weeks.
Once he'd found his footing, he leveraged the connections he'd built through work to register as an adventurer. The month of dungeon crawling that followed was slow, methodical, deliberate. He accumulated Excelia, sharpened his technique, absorbed every scrap of knowledge he could get his hands on.
And the grand "result" of a month as an adventurer? The Dungeon had beaten every last sharp edge off him, ground him down smooth and compliant, exactly as it did to everyone.
If not for the fact that he was a transmigrator, someone who knew how these stories were supposed to go, he'd have been perfectly content to coast. With talent this spectacularly mediocre, slacking off wasn't just tempting, it was practically a moral obligation. Hesitating even one second would've been an insult to himself.
Kick back. Wait for the protagonist to show up and save the world. Cheer from the sidelines with a bag of popcorn. Honestly? Not the worst plan.
But luck smiled on him, because like every other isekai protagonist worth a damn, Leon came with a cheat.
His cheat had adapted itself with a kind of elegant localism. He hadn't needed a god to perform a Falna ritual for him. The moment he'd first come into contact with a Magic Stone after arriving in this world, the power had simply... awakened on its own, then seamlessly reformatted itself to match the local system. What he was looking at now was a fully functional Falna interface, self-generated.
That wasn't even the real kicker.
What sent his heart rate through the roof were the abilities that came with the awakening.
Three magic slots and seven skills, right out of the gate. A starting loadout so absurdly stacked that he couldn't believe his own eyes. He'd spent days afterward lying awake at night, too wired to sleep, running the numbers over and over in his head.
It was that gorgeous skill panel, and that alone, that had carried him this far. Laughable stats, a cautious playstyle, and a cheat sheet worth its weight in mythril. That combination had kept him alive through a Dungeon that wanted him dead and a city that wasn't much friendlier.
A gust of evening wind rolled in off the fountain, misting his face with cool water and pulling him back to the present. His hand froze mid-gesture over the panel. Focus returned to his eyes.
He felt the solid weight of his coin purse against his chest, and the corner of his mouth twitched upward. He pulled his hood back on and set off for home, his step noticeably lighter.
"Home time."
For an adventurer who fancied himself a "seasoned pro," Leon's living situation was modest. His place sat at the far end of West Main Street in District Seven, right up against the tree line.
A standalone house with a yard, built in classic Orario fashion: timber-and-stone walls, red brick peaked roof, the whole thing oozing a foreign charm that still hadn't entirely stopped feeling foreign.
The little courtyard held a clothesline swaying in the breeze and a handful of potted plants. One broad-leafed money tree stood out among them, absurdly lush.
Key in the lock. Through the yard without breaking stride. Shoes off inside the door. Straight up the stairs to the second-floor bedroom. Door locked, curtains drawn, all in one fluid sequence.
He shrugged off his dust-caked cloak and the heavy gear underneath, and sat on the edge of the bed feeling ten pounds lighter.
Then, carefully, almost reverently, he bent down and dragged a sturdy leather suitcase from deep under the bed. He flipped the lid and laid out every coin he'd saved to date, plus today's haul, arranged in neat rows before him.
One million and fifteen hundred valis.
"System, open panel."
He murmured the command with an almost ceremonial gravity, then manually triggered the status display without waiting for a response.
Thinking about what came next, he couldn't keep the grin off his face.
His gaze swept greedily over the shimmering Magic and Skill columns, and then lingered on the Development Ability that had absolutely no business appearing at Lv. 1. A miracle by any reasonable definition. Satisfaction flooded through him, warm and complete.
Then his eyes drifted to the Basic Abilities, the numbers that represented his raw physical and magical foundation, and even though he'd memorized every digit, his expression crumbled instantly.
"Everything I've achieved... all me. Blood and sweat, every bit of it."
"System, allocate points!"
The instant the command left his lips, the number inside the parentheses next to Magic flickered wildly, then began climbing. It locked into place at a new value.
Basic Abilities:
Magic: F389 (F389 → E489)
...
"Magic potential jumped from 389 to 489! A full hundred points!" Leon hissed through clenched teeth, pumping his fist three times. "Finally broke through that wall. Training can actually move the needle again!"
That damned potential ceiling had stalled him for nearly two weeks. He'd barely been eating or sleeping from the stress.
If his other stats hadn't still been inching upward under Scholar's Heart's influence during that stretch, he'd have swallowed his pride and gone begging his patron for a loan ages ago.
But fortune favored the stubborn. All those grueling hours of grinding for every last valis had paid off. The Magic bottleneck was solved.
As anyone in Orario knew:
Basic Abilities formed one of the core pillars of the Divine Blessing, the fundamental attribute framework granted to every mortal who joined a Familia and underwent the blessing ritual.
It didn't matter whether you were a combat-oriented adventurer delving into the Dungeon, or a healer, pharmacist, mage, blacksmith, jeweler, farmer, fisherman, or woodcutter on the non-combat commercial side. Even the citizens of the kingdom or students at its academies, so long as they belonged to a Familia, possessed these attributes.
The Falna status display was composed of several major sections.
Beyond the Familia Crest and personal information that identified a member's affiliation, the four core components were:
Basic Abilities. Development Abilities. Magic. Skills.