My Life Changed with the Unlimited System

Ethan flipped through the first book, its cover dry and fragile beneath his fingers, the corners worn with age.

To his surprise, it wasn't a book about magic or spells—or even anything close to either.

It was a textbook on languages. Specifically, the languages of Anterra and the various dialects used in the scrolls, tomes, and notes Hera had given him.

He blinked. 'Wait… languages?'

That was when he realized something odd.

'Why did everything I spoke there feel like English?'

He paused, trying to recall. It had always seemed natural to understand, almost like the words were being rewritten in his mind the moment he heard and spoke them.

The answer came to him quickly.

Kaelthor.

The Eternal Dragon had chosen him. The Unlimited System had connected itself to his soul. Somewhere in the midst of those blessings, one of them must have granted him the ability to comprehend Anterran languages without ever learning them.

'That explains it… But I should still learn it properly in case the effect ever fades, or if I need to teach others.'

Within minutes, Ethan finished the book. His eyes scanned every page only once, but with his Intelligence, that was more than enough. He stored every symbol, pronunciation, and grammatical rule perfectly in his memory.

With the foundation laid, he reached for the next book, the one he had been looking forward to since the moment he opened the storage ring.

Its cover was rough and uneven, written entirely in glowing runes.

But to Ethan, the symbols shifted effortlessly into meaning, as if inviting him in.

"Principles of Magic: The Foundation of Will."

A small breath escaped him as he stared at the title.

This was where it began.

Not just the study of magic, but the possibility of bringing it back to Earth.

He opened the first page and began reading, absorbing the knowledge with quiet focus.

The book started with a distinction that immediately caught his attention:

"Magic is the understanding. Spell is the execution."

Magic, it said, was the language of the world. A system of principles tied not to elements or objects, but to will, intent, and flow. It existed everywhere in Anterra, written into the fabric of life itself.

However, only those who studied its rhythm and structure could manipulate it.

Spells, on the other hand, were instructions. They were shortcuts, formulas, or ways to shape raw magic into something usable.

Think of magic as the alphabet and spells as words. A fire spell didn't just summon flames; it instructed the surrounding mana to burn in a specific shape, for a specific purpose, at a specific strength.

Ethan leaned back, absorbing the clarity of it.

'That's new,' he thought.

So that was why Hera could just tapped her umbrella without chanting, while others required rituals, scrolls, or incantations. They were tapping into the same magic, but differently.

He flipped to the next chapter.

"Power Sources."

Magic didn't work on its own. It needed fuel.

The natural fuel was mana. It was a neutral, invisible force abundant in places like Anterra. It flowed through the air, the land, the trees. It could be drawn in through breathing, movement, or even simple contact with the ground.

But Ethan believed that Earth… had no such presence. No ambient mana. No flow.

Ethan frowned.

If no mana was present, no normal human could even sense its absence, let alone manipulate it.

He might be wrong.

He read further.

"In regions devoid of mana, an external force is needed. For those with the power of a Vessel, the use of spiritual energy, commonly known in Anterra as Elemental Energy, can act as a substitute."

His eyes lit up.

That was it. Elemental Energy was the same as the Ascendant Energy.

He wasn't just relying on Earth's resources. He was the resource. His Ascendant Energy could power the spells… if he learned to channel it properly.

The process, however, was different from using mana.

Mana responded freely to mental commands and intent. It was like air, you just needed to breathe it in and direct it.

Ethan kept reading, flipping to the next section. The chapter title was simple but promising.

"Forms of Spellcasting."

The contents expanded far beyond what he had expected.

Spellcasting wasn't limited to conjuring fire or healing wounds. That was only the beginning. The deeper layers of magic involved constructing spell formations. They were patterns woven from intent, will, and energy, designed to activate under specific conditions.

Some spells could be cast directly from the mind. These were called immediate spells. They relied on real-time control and instinctual channeling. The moment you shaped the command in your thoughts and pushed energy through it, the spell would activate.

But there were also pre-inscribed spells, and these were the ones Ethan had seen Hera use before.

Some spells didn't need to be cast in the heat of battle. Instead, they were prepared in advance—written into scrolls, inscribed onto talismans, drawn onto surfaces, or even traced in the air using magical ink. These were known as primed spells. They remained inactive until triggered, either by a command, contact, or specific condition.

Each of these spells followed a clear structure, much like a circuit in electronics.

To create one, a caster needed to understand three essential components: the intention behind the spell, the structure that shaped it, and the energy needed to power it.

For instance, a simple defensive barrier spell couldn't just block attacks. It needed specific instructions—what kind of force it should block, how long it should last, and whether it should allow allies to pass through. All of these were layered into the spell's formation.

Naturally, the more detailed and complex the spell, the more skill and energy it required.

Spells like traps, camouflage, and teleportation circles worked the same way. Some had to be fixed to one location. Others could be carried around, stored inside scrolls or artifacts, and activated when needed.

Ethan paused as a memory surfaced—Hera's scroll.

She had handed it to him during the mission to stop the ritual. Back then, he had no idea how it functioned. He had simply activated it like pushing a button.

But now, with what he was learning, he finally understood.

It wasn't just a scroll.

It was a carefully crafted spell formation… ready and waiting for the right moment.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the open book, but his mind already drifting elsewhere.

'This is why I need to learn this.'

It wasn't just about power or curiosity. It was about protection. Security.

He thought of his family. His father, his mother, and his siblings. The guards were well-trained, the alarm systems top-grade, and the automated defense weapons could respond faster than any human.

But even all that felt fragile now. Incomplete.

'What if something bypassed all of that?'

What if someone like a really powerful Ascendant showed up and broke through?

He remembered the moment he saw Hera's defensive spell activate, shielding her home like a wall of invisible force. No gun, no soldier, no machine could've matched the elegance and certainty of that kind of defense.

'I want that.'

He wanted to be able to carve a formation into the floor, set a barrier into the walls, place a layer of unseen protection over his family's lives, something no one could touch without triggering it.

Not just force.

But magic.

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