123 Attemp (2/2)

He was not in the mood to browse the forums right now; instead, he was thinking about the previous events.

He fainted because of casting.

Assuming this was the case, then the proposition that one could cast spells in the real world would be plausible.

But why did he faint?

Mental power recoil?

Or… there were no magical elements in this world, so one couldn't cast spells?

Or perhaps both?

The spell model of an Inferior Fireball emerged in Roland's mind. That morning, he had attempted to form an Inferior Fireball to scare his friends, but he passed out in the end.

The Inferior Fireball was a level-one spell. If he passed out because of it, then what if he tried a level-zero trick?

Roland's heart began to thump rapidly, the thrill of exploring the unknown flooded through his body.

Level-zero tricks didn't require much mental power, and the effect of magic recoil was minimal.

Give it a try?

What if I have a nosebleed again?

Give it a try?

I'll scare Dad if anything happens again.

Give it a try?

He went back and forth between these two thoughts in his mind.

Roland sat up straight, his expression cycling between thrill and hesitation.

Finally, he slowly raised his right hand.

In his mind, he already switched to the Light Ball model.

Ba!

A soft snap.

There seemed to be a faint surge of light in the air, but nothing happened.

Roland lowered his hands, and when he was about to feel disappointed, a sharp pain assaulted his head.

The pain was quick and sharp, like a needle going in between the eyebrows, then turning in the brain several times, and finally going down the spine—all the way down.

The pain was exactly the sensation of a needle moving through one's veins.

It tingled with a kind of nerve-twitching sting.

Roland grabbed the edge of the bed tightly with his hands. The veins near his forehead sprung up one by one. His face was red from the pain. Crowded together, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down from his forehead.

It was really painful. The pain lasted for about ten minutes before it slowly went away.

Roland lay back on the bed and laughed aloud elatedly.

Although he did not succeed in casting, he understood one thing… one could cast spells in reality, or he wouldn't have felt so terrible.

There was a simple reason why casting failed.

He had no magic power!

Or, it was that this world didn't have magic power.

Mental power was only a catalyst. Magical elements were the roots that shaped magic.

He rested on the bed for a while, and when he recovered, Roland went to clean himself up. At ten p.m., he entered the game world punctually.

After entering the game, he instantly felt the magical elements in the air.

He finally knew why every time he returned to the real world, he would always feel that something was missing in the air.

The magical elements were what was missing.

[1] kenja time. lit. wise man's time, Japanese slang for a period of emptiness after an org**m