Chapter 5: Origin of Magic
If this were the late game, Kai Xiusu would have chosen Mage without hesitation. After all, a Mage wasn’t just a title—it was a force to be reckoned with. A well-prepared, fully equipped Mage could easily outmatch any opponent of equal level. And in the late stages, there were even more powerful branches of the Mage path—those who could bend time and space itself.
But the Mage path had one fatal weakness in the early stages: it required Spellbooks.
Yes, to a Mage, magic wasn’t divine or instinctive—it was science. A precise, systematic discipline. One had to study Spell models in detail, master the intricate parameters of the Weave, and undergo years of rigorous training before even casting a single spell.
And Kai Xiusu? He was broke. Nothing but a few magical items strapped to his body.
Could he really show up in a human town as a Red Dragon and enroll in a magic academy?
No. Not even a joke.
But Sorcerer was different. Their spells came not from books, but from within—gifted by blood, born of destiny.
After a moment of quiet reflection, Kai Xiusu made his choice.
> [Upgrade Career to Sorcerer]
> [Detection: Dragon Bloodline Detected]
> [Auto-Selected: Dragonline Sorcerer – Red Dragon Bloodline]
Dragons were naturally potent magical beings, masters of countless supernatural phenomena from birth. Even hatchlings could possess Sorcerer Class Levels. Ancient scholars speculated that the power of Sorcerers originated from dragons—perhaps through interbreeding across countless generations.
But more importantly, a Sorcerer’s casting level could stack with the innate magical aptitude of their Dragon Bloodline, allowing the creature to fully unleash the potential within its bloodline, amplifying their power to terrifying levels.
Take the legendary Ancient Red Dragon Imvalnaro, who dedicated his existence to mastering Fire magic, achieving a staggering 40th-level casting ability.
> [Your Sorcerer Level Up to 1]
> [【Origin of Magic】: Magic is not learned—it is part of you. The latent power of magic flows through your body, mind, and soul, waiting to be awakened.]
> [No one chooses magic. Magic chooses you.]
> [You gain 4 Cantrips and 2 First-Level Spells]
The glowing interface displayed a rich array of spells.
> [Acquired Cantrips: Mage Hand, First Strike, Magical Trickery, Minor Illusion]
> [Acquired First-Level Spells: Misty Step, Magic Missile]
Standard early-game setup.
But in his previous life, when he’d upgraded his class, all he’d seen was cold, impersonal data. He hadn’t felt anything.
Now, however, he felt it.
The power was real.
“This… sensation.”
Spells materialized in his mind—not summoned, not learned, but remembered.
As if they’d always been there.
Innate. Inescapable.
They were etched into his body, embedded in his memory, woven into his will.
> 【Mage Hand】
Kai Xiusu thought it, and instantly, an invisible hand appeared. It lifted a stone from the ground, then flung it aside.
Even the most basic spell—just a simple action—left the Red Dragon momentarily stunned.
Because this power didn’t come from a magic item. It didn’t run on a script or formula. It came from within him.
Where a Mage approached magic like a scientist—meticulous, analytical, calculating—the Sorcerer’s magic felt like art.
No need to build a spell model. No need to calculate Weave parameters. Just feel the Weave with your mind, project your will into reality—and it happens.
Because of this effortless mastery, Sorcerers were often resented by Mages, scorned as “barbarians among spellcasters,” mocked as “beasts with staves,” or “orcs with wands.”
“Fascinating,” the Red Dragon murmured, stepping over the massive, half-eaten remains of the Owlbear, his movements light and agile as he exited the cave.
He finally understood why Alerzage’s spellcasters carried themselves with such arrogance.
To wield magic like this—to command reality with a thought—was to feel like a god among mortals.
But the Character Sheet wasn’t done.
> [【Bloodline Ancestry】: Ancient Red Dragon bloodline infuses your body with searing Fire energy.]
> [You gain Fire Elemental Affinity – Fire damage is increased]
> [【Breath Weapon (Fire)】: Enhanced]
> [Additional Cantrips Acquired: Fire Bolt]
Kai Xiusu’s golden vertical pupils flared, blazing with inner fire. His body trembled, pulsing like a volcano ready to erupt.
His heart pounded, pumping molten elemental energy through his veins. His Bloodline surged like molten magma beneath his skin—alive, restless, powerful.
> [Tracing Bloodline Heritage…]
The Red Dragon closed his eyes.
A vision unfolded in his mind.
A vast, ancient battlefield in the Outer Planes. In the distance, towering metallic walls rose hundreds of meters high.
An Ancient Red Dragon unfurled his colossal wings, unleashing a storm of wind that sent legions of winged Heavenly Soldiers tumbling from the sky.
He opened his maw—fire erupted, a torrent of flame so intense it warped the air itself.
The impenetrable wall melted instantly, cracked open, and molten metal poured down like rivers of lava.
An Asen Angel, humanoid with dragon’s head, raised his staff and cast a Divine Spell.
From the sky, towering Heavenly Colossi—each taller than a mountain—leapt into the air, charging the dragon.
A Balani Angel, silver-haired, drew back her bow, releasing a volley of arrows into the heavens.
Yet, even against such overwhelming forces, the Ancient Red Dragon was but a speck in the grand scale of war.
Then—a roar.
From beyond the horizon, a monstrous being emerged—a creature with five grotesque dragon heads, wings so vast they blotted out the sky.
It rose slowly, majestically, as hurricanes tore through the land, dust and ash choked the air.
The world darkened.
The apocalypse had come.
In the vision, Kai Xiusu looked up—his heart frozen.
And there, in the center of one of those five monstrous heads, he saw a face—his own face.
A Red Dragon’s visage, ancient and terrible, gazed down upon him from above, its jagged mouth curling into a faint, cruel smile.
A voice echoed—not through the air, but through the soul.
> “My child…”
A wave of overwhelming, divine pressure crashed over him.
His knees buckled. His body trembled. He wanted to fall to his knees, to submit, to worship.
“It saw me!”
The warning screamed in his mind.
Then—crack.
The sky shattered like broken glass.
The Ancient Red Dragon. The Heavenly Colossi. The Five-Headed Entity.
All of it—dissolved into fragments.
“Pant… pant…”
Kai Xiusu gasped, clawing for breath, his body rigid, trembling from the sheer weight of the divine presence.
He stared at his Character Sheet—now flashing with frantic, red alerts.
> [WARNING!]
> [WARNING!]
> [WARNING!]
> [You have been observed by Deity: 【Mother of Monsters Tiamat】]
> [Mind Shield System Activated]
> [You have confronted the true form of Deity: 【Mother of Monsters Tiamat】. Unpredictable changes may occur.]
Kai Xiusu stared at the barrage of data, heart pounding.
He was shaken. Terrified.
And utterly helpless.
“That… was a god.”
“The Ancient Planar Battlefield.”
“Did I… see Tiamat’s true form?”
In his previous life, even when players reached Legendary rank (Level 21), the gods remained enigmas. No one had ever truly seen a deity’s face—least of all a weak one.
As for “slaying gods”? That was pure fantasy.
One veteran player once boasted, “Show me the health bar—even a god dies if you can hit it.”
But in truth, gods weren’t bound by such rules. In the lore, they had no health bar.
They were beyond mortal comprehension.
And just gazing upon their true form in a vision could shatter a mortal soul.
But for a fledgling dragon like Kai Xiusu, the war between the planes, the Ancient Red Dragon, the interdimensional conflict—Tiamat herself—was all too vast, too distant.
If a god truly wished to destroy him, he’d be powerless.
So rather than waste breath on Outer Plane deities, he’d focus on growing stronger.
One step at a time.
Later, perhaps… he’d deal with them.
Still, one thought lingered.
“…Well, if I’ve been noticed… I’d better start offering incense to Tiamat. Just in case.”
He chuckled, low and dry.
“Don’t want to get on her bad side.”
With a powerful beat of his massive wings, Kai Xiusu leapt into the air, spiraling upward into the open sky.
He stared out across the endless forest and distant mountain ranges.
Then, with a deep, resonant roar—still young, still unrefined—his voice carried the faint, emerging majesty of a true dragon.
(End of Chapter)
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