My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse - Chapter 950

Chapter 950: Chapter 948 Rakan’s Awakening 6
Once Kisha finished her assigned tasks, she began inscribing more combat-type magic scrolls. Midway through her work, however, a sudden spark of inspiration struck her. She quickly finished the last few strokes on the scroll she was working on, watching with satisfaction as it glowed faintly, a sign of success, before pulling out another piece of magic paper from her stack after she sealed the finished magic scroll.

Meanwhile, Duke was busy monitoring the ongoing operations, though his gaze often drifted toward Kisha. It was the first time he had watched her inscribe up close. Though he couldn’t quite understand the process, he could feel the immense power flowing from every stroke of her pen.

It wasn’t spiritual energy or aura that was flowing through the tip of that pen that Kisha was using; he could feel that it was something else entirely, but it was undeniably potent, radiating from her like a quiet storm.

But no matter how much he watched, he couldn’t understand a thing. So instead, he simply enjoyed the time he was spending with Kisha, even if they were each doing their own thing.

Meanwhile, Kisha’s mind wandered to a new inspiration. If she could create elemental magic circles that allowed someone to use elemental combat-type magic, then… couldn’t she also inscribe other types of magic? The idea sparked a flood of possibilities.

She thought of the Teleportation Scroll she had used to get to Maple Leaf Town in an instant with Duke. She had bought it from the system, and though it had cost a fortune, it had been worth every point.

But what if she could create a scroll like that herself? Not only could she sell it through her “Sales Channel,” but she could also have unlimited personal access to teleportation.

That meant teleportation wouldn’t be limited to Tristan anymore, who already had the awakened ability. In moments of need, this scroll could become their ultimate trump card, a game-changer in more ways than one.

The mere thought of it thrilled Kisha, making her insides tremble with anticipation. She was determined to make it happen. She began designing the teleportation scroll, using the image she had memorized from when she first opened the original scroll.

From that image, she carefully decrypted every inscribed symbol, studying how the magic circle was drawn and the theory behind it. She examined not only the underlying principles, but also the path engraved on the scroll, the cardinal directions, and the flow of mana; every detail mattered. A single mistake could disrupt the teleportation magic.

If the scroll was inscribed incorrectly, the space around the user could destabilize. Instead of teleporting safely, the person might be torn apart by the time and space that governs Teleportation Magic, their body fragments scattered across different locations.

A wrong stroke could mean instant death. The thought made her heart race, but it only strengthened her determination.

But since she had already glimpsed the laws of time and space when Tristan awakened, and had even guided him through it, she had long understood how time and space moved and the principles behind them.

Because of that prior knowledge, studying the teleportation scroll took her only about an hour. By the time she was ready to start creating her own, she was brimming with confidence.

She began cautiously, making her first stroke with care. But as she gained assurance, her movements became faster and more precise. She carefully inscribed the cardinal directions, which would determine the orientation for teleportation.

These directions were also where the coordinates would later be input, allowing the scroll to transport users to a specific location. Without specific coordinates, the scroll could still function using general directions, leaving the final destination to the magic itself, as long as it stayed within the designated area.

Next, she set up safety measures to ensure that users wouldn’t be torn apart by unstable time or space during teleportation. In addition to the cardinal directions, she incorporated navigation magic to guide general teleportation when no exact coordinates were provided. This ensured users wouldn’t accidentally materialize inside crevices, walls, or other dangerous obstacles, a potentially fatal error.

Kisha used numerous subtypes of support magic as she inscribed the teleportation scroll, and she quickly realized this was far more difficult than creating the combat-type elemental magic scroll. Teleportation magic demanded extreme precision; a single mistake could kill someone instantly.

Now she understood why teleportation scrolls were so much more expensive than combat-type elemental scrolls. A single basic scroll could cost around 20,000 system points, and that was without even specifying exact coordinates.

Her proficiency in inscribing magic allowed her to carefully adjust even the smallest details in the scroll, ensuring that when coordinates were later added, the spell would function safely and accurately.

Now that she had put everything she had uncovered into motion, Kisha had to be extremely precise. She even calculated the teleportation range for the scroll, knowing that the distance a scroll could cover depended heavily on the mana imbued within it.

As she inscribed, the process consumed 500 points of her mana because she set the teleportation radius to under 100 miles, far enough for practical use. With her two-circle mana heart, this was the best she could do.

At the same time, it reminded her that her mana was nearing 1,000 points. This meant she could add a third mana circle to her heart, officially becoming a three-circle mage, that is, if she chose the path of a mage.

Increasing the number of mana circles would raise her mana capacity, preventing sudden mana overloads that her body couldn’t handle. In this sense, the mana circle functioned as a safety measure, protecting her from the catastrophic consequences of exceeding her limits.

After using 500 points of her mana, Kisha felt drained. Her energy slipped away like water spilling from a broken glass, rapidly and uncontrollably. Her face had turned pale, and sweat covered her skin.

Seeing her in that state, Duke furrowed his brow. He didn’t want to disturb her; Kisha was deeply focused, completely absorbed in her work. Silently, he retrieved a towel from his Space Ring and carefully wiped the sweat from her face, moving as gently as possible.

He knew better than to interrupt her; no one could predict what might happen if she were disturbed while inscribing.

A heavy ache filled his heart as he watched Kisha push herself so hard. He felt the need to become stronger, too, but every time he did, she grew stronger as well. They were like two marathon champions chasing each other on the same track, endlessly trying to outpace the other.

Their competitiveness had always been a part of them in their last life. Even in this life, they unconsciously strove to surpass one another, driven by the same desire to be stronger. Perhaps it was simply how they were wired, but deep down, both wanted to grow powerful enough to be each other’s strength. This unspoken bond had existed even in their past life.

“Don’t overwork yourself, wifey,” Duke silently mouthed as he carefully wiped the sweat from Kisha’s face and neck while she remained focused on finishing the teleportation scroll.

When she finally completed it, she simply collapsed onto Duke’s lap like a limp, exhausted fish.

“Host, you’re pushing yourself far too hard,” 008 grumbled, his voice tinged with both accusation and concern. “Of course you’d feel drained. What you’re doing is equivalent to what a mage with seven or eight magic circles can do, people who are already at the pinnacle of their power, nearly archmages.”

“And you? You’re only at your second magic circle, yet you’re straining your mana heart so much. You’re lucky your mana didn’t go haywire while inscribing, considering how rapidly it was being consumed…”

008’s words carried weight because what Kisha was attempting was extremely dangerous. A mana heart couldn’t handle just an overload of mana; it also couldn’t cope with sudden, massive depletion. Her body would suffer immense pain, and the safest outcome would be fainting.

But in the worst-case scenario, her body could be crippled: the flow of mana might be disrupted, her heart damaged, or mana could leak from her heart entirely. Such injuries would prevent her from developing further, leaving her permanently stuck at her current level with a broken body.

At worst, she could have developed a heart condition and a frail body, but she was lucky. The three different energies inside her, which normally fought and wreaked havoc whenever they were unbalanced, had now found perfect harmony. They no longer constantly monitored and clashed with one another at the slightest movement of each energies.

Perhaps it was because she had used her Aura to open a wider path for her energies, allowing them to coexist without pushing each other out. Each energy now had a clear role, territory, and purpose.

Maybe it was because Kisha had finally mastered the use of all her energies, or perhaps it was the effect of her new stat, Authority, which had brought her energies into obedient, controlled alignment.