Infinite Mana Exorcist

Asher grasped the sides of his face with both hands, still struggling to comprehend everything that had just happened. His mind was in chaos, his thoughts tangled in the whirlwind of memories that had surged into his head like a dam breaking all at once.

His breath came in ragged gasps.

"My memory... it was taken from me when I entered this world."

The realization struck him hard.

"That feathered woman... she must have been behind it."

He took a step back, nearly tripping over his own feet as his sense of direction wavered. It was as if his entire brain was rewiring itself, forcefully integrating lost memories while still trying to function in the present.

This was bad.

He was standing inclose to the training ground. If anyone saw him like this—disoriented, dazed, and clearly having disobeyed his mother's rule—he'd surely get punished. That would be a problem. A massive one.

With what little control he had over his trembling legs, he forced himself forward, making his way toward an isolated area, somewhere no one would see him.

But the moment he turned a corner—

"ARGHHHH!!! KAAAH!!"

An intense, searing pain exploded in his skull. It was no longer just a headache. It felt like his brain was expanding, pressing violently against the inner walls of his skull, as if trying to burst out.

A flood of memories. A lifetime's worth of knowledge crammed into a body far too young to contain it.

Then—

[Compression has begun.]

A strange, digital-like notification echoed in his head.

And for the next few moments, Asher writhed in pain, clutching his head as if that would somehow stop the torment. His nails dug into his scalp, and his back slammed against a wall as his legs gave out beneath him.

His vision blurred. His breathing turned shallow.

Then—

Silence.

The pain was gone.

Just like that.

[All your memories have successfully been compressed.]

Asher exhaled sharply, his body slumping against the wall of the secluded corner he had found. His eyes fluttered open, his vision clearing, his mind no longer burning.

For a long moment, he simply sat there, absorbing the words that had appeared in his mind.

Then, he clicked his tongue.

"Why the hell was that necessary?"

There was no one to answer him—except...

[Since you attained your memories before the set time, it took a while to compress them into your child's brain.]

Asher narrowed his eyes.

"Oh? So you finally decided to respond?"

There was a brief pause.

[Would you like to see your rewards?]

His brow twitched.

"Rewards?"

For a moment, his mind went blank. Then, realization dawned.

Of course. This was supposed to be a game or...

It didn't feel like one now. Nothing about this world felt like pixels on a screen. The pain, the sensations, the emotions—everything was real.

But still...

[Reward List]

—A translucent screen flickered before his eyes, presenting him with a set of words in glowing blue text.

1. Full access to the system

2. Eye of Insight

Asher's heart skipped a beat. His breath hitched.

"What the fuck..."

His gaze locked onto the second reward.

Eye of Insight.

One of the most rare abilities in the entire game. A skill that allowed players to see deep into the strengths, weaknesses, and hidden traits of anything they laid eyes on.

With this, finding an enemy's weak spot would be effortless. Manipulating their strengths to his advantage would be second nature.

He had used this ability before—back when this was just a game. It had allowed him to decimate entire factions, break overpowered bosses, and turn the tide of battle in impossible situations.

Also destroying other players confidence! Haha

And now—

It was his.

For free.

Without even lifting a finger to kill anyone for it.

[Eye Mutation will begin.]

The moment the notification appeared, Asher's vision went dark.

His body stiffened.

"What the hell?!"

Blind. He was blind.

His hands shot up to his face, frantically feeling for his eyes, for a blindfold, for something—but all he felt was his own skin. His eyes were still there, but they saw nothing.

His pulse spiked. Panic set in.

Then—

DING!

A sharp chime echoed in his ears, and his sight returned in an instant.

He blinked rapidly, adjusting to the sudden shift.

His vision was... sharper. Crisp. Clearer than it had ever been before.

Who would have thought a human eyes could become even sharper in quality.

He could see every detail of his surroundings, from the cracks in the stone wall beside him to the faint specks of dust floating in the air. It was almost overwhelming.

[Surgery successful.]

Asher scoffed.

"Free eye surgery? I should go blind more often."

The system ignored his sarcasm.

[Would you like to see your stats?]

Intrigued, Asher immediately gave the command in his mind.

And within moments, a familiar screen popped up.

[Stats]

Name: Asher Vance

Job Class: Exorcist

Title: Deity Supported

Power Type: Unknown

[Attributes]

Strength: None

Agility: None

Stamina: None

Intelligence: 1

Mana: Infinite

...

...

Asher's face froze.

His eyes slowly widened.

His breath turned shallow.

"Mana..."

He swallowed hard.

"Infinite... mana."

For a long moment, he simply stared at the word, his mind spiraling with thoughts, plans, possibilities—things he could never do before when he played with his phone and laptop, being held back by mana limitations.

Now?

Limitless.

With infinite mana, there was no skill he couldn't master, no technique he couldn't abuse. He could cast spells endlessly, manipulate the battlefield however he wanted.

This was beyond broken.

This was—

"Hah."

A grin peeled across his face.

"Just like the game."

But as excitement filled his mind, a new thought emerged.

The setting. The world.

He wasn't some nameless adventurer starting from the bottom. He was royalty. A prince.

But Unlike normal characters who could move freely and grow stronger in the wild, his status came with restrictions.

He wouldn't be able to leave the castle grounds easily. He would be watched, monitored, controlled.

This was bad.

"If I can't move freely, I won't be able to gather enough strength before this world turns to hell."

Then, an idea struck him.

If they saw him as weak—if they dismissed him as a failure—no one would care what he did.

They would focus on his sister instead.

And when the time was right...

He would rise.

He would become the strongest player in this world.

For this wasn't just another life.

This was an opportunity to live the game again.