Surviving the Magic Academy With Just Intelligence Stats-Chapter 110 : Packing Up
Ambrose stared at his new skill's description with quiet satisfaction, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his lips. This wasn't just a fortunate accident; it was the culmination of a carefully designed experiment he had been meticulously working toward. The pattern had revealed itself to him over time.
It had begun when he first detected others using telepathy. Rather than simply observing, he had immersed himself in the concept, dissecting its fundamental principles until comprehension crystallized into capability—resulting in his Thought Transmission skill. Later, when examining the talent testing device at the academy, his concentrated attention and deep analysis had not only awakened his Mind's Eye skill but evolved his entire Observation talent to new heights.
Following this established pattern, Ambrose had now turned his extraordinary intellect toward spatial manipulation. Drawing on everything he knew about dimensional theory, he had constructed elaborate mental simulations, running countless iterations through his phenomenal mind. The underlying principle was becoming clear to him: as long as one simulation proved successful, the system would facilitate the awakening of the corresponding skill.
His hypothesis had proven correct. The system had recognized his conceptual mastery and manifested it as a tangible ability. Yet even as he admired the impressive skill description, Ambrose remained analytical, noting the inherent limitations of this process. No matter how brilliant his mind, he couldn't simply start awakening any concept he understood into a skill. The awakened abilities needed to align with his established talents, unless he somehow unlocked an entirely new talent category.
Scanning through the detailed descriptions of his other skills, Ambrose noted with satisfaction that they had all advanced significantly compared to their previous iterations. The evolution represented a substantial power increase across his entire capability spectrum.
Rather than immediately implementing his new abilities, Ambrose maintained his meditative posture on the dusty library floor. Prudence dictated replenishing at least a portion of his depleted mental strength before attempting to utilize such power-intensive skills. The minutes stretched on as he focused on his recovery techniques, his breathing measured and controlled. Though he couldn't restore his mental energy completely, he eventually accumulated enough reserves for what he planned next.
Rising smoothly from his seated position, Ambrose brushed the dust from his academy uniform with practiced precision. "Time to move," he announced to Claire.
The librarian floated to his side, her luminous form pulsing with barely contained excitement. Though she tried to maintain a dignified demeanor appropriate for her role, childlike curiosity radiated from her ethereal features as she wondered how her master intended to relocate an entire library's worth of books. Despite her uncertainty about the method, her expression reflected absolute faith in his capabilities—a belief that he could accomplish anything.
Ambrose cleared his throat under her expectant gaze, a hint of theatrical flair creeping into his normally restrained demeanor. With deliberate slowness, he extended his arm before him, fingers splayed as if grasping something invisible.
In the next instant, reality itself seemed to tear open before his outstretched hand. A massive spatial rift materialized in the air, approximately three meters in radius, its edges pulsing with swirling energies in deep blue and midnight black. The rift hummed with power, distorting the light around it like a gravitational lens.
Claire recoiled instantly, her spectral form darting behind Ambrose for protection. "A dungeon gate!" she exclaimed, her luminous eyes wide with alarm and recognition.
Ambrose couldn't help but smile at her dramatic reaction. "It's not a dungeon," he corrected gently. "It's my skill."
"You can summon dungeons?" Claire peeked out from behind him, her voice a mixture of fear and newfound reverence.
"Well, not really," Ambrose replied with casual nonchalance, "but something similar." He didn't feel inclined to correct her misunderstanding further. If she perceived his abilities as even more extraordinary than they actually were, it would only strengthen her loyalty—a calculated advantage he was not above exploiting.
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The ghostly librarian gazed at him with undisguised awe. After experiencing the terrifying murky void within him earlier, the ability to summon what appeared to be a dungeon entrance seemed almost tame by comparison. Her respect for her newfound master deepened with each demonstration of his mysterious powers.
Focusing his concentration, Ambrose extended his influence throughout the hidden chamber. At his mental command, books began to rise from their shelves—first a few, then dozens, then hundreds simultaneously. The ancient tomes floated through the air in graceful arcs before accelerating toward the spatial rift. The spectacle resembled a reverse hurricane of literature, with the portal's gravitational pull drawing in every volume and scroll from the surrounding shelves.
Claire watched in stunned silence as the entire collection, representing centuries of accumulated knowledge, vanished into the dimensional gate. Within minutes, shelves that had been laden with precious manuscripts for untold years stood completely bare, the chamber stripped of its purpose and identity.
When the final book disappeared into the swirling rift, Ambrose released a measured sigh as he stabilized the pocket dimension with careful mental adjustments before closing the gateway with a decisive gesture. Some sweat had formed on his brow from the exertion, and he dabbed it away with a handkerchief produced from his sleeve.
The twenty cubic meters of dimensional space had proven just sufficient to accommodate the entire collection, though the operation had taxed his newly awakened abilities considerably. The cumulative strain of the day's events—the ghost contract, navigating the murky void, awakening new skills, and now this massive spatial manipulation—had left him feeling genuinely fatigued, a rare sensation for someone whose challenges were typically mental rather than physical.
"Let's go," he instructed Claire, who continued to stare at the empty space where the dimensional rift had been, still processing what she had just witnessed. She had known of spatial techniques in theory, but witnessing one of such magnitude—capable of storing an entire library—exceeded her already considerable expectations of her new master.
Recognizing that he hadn't yet tested whether she could teleport alongside him, and lacking the energy for unnecessary experimentation, Ambrose drew her form closer. With a simple mental command, he reabsorbed her essence into himself, where she would be safely contained during their journey back.
With Claire secured, Ambrose turned his thoughts to his newly evolved teleportation ability. The upgrade from [Blink] to [Spatial Displacement] represented a significant advancement, and he was eager to experience its expanded capabilities firsthand.
He focused his mind, visualizing his destination while mentally activating the skill: [Spatial Displacement]
The detailed skill description flashed through his mind as space began to warp around him:
[Spatial Displacement](S) - The evolved form of Blink that grants vastly improved teleportation capabilities. The user can now teleport themselves and objects up to 100 meters with pinpoint accuracy, and can transport other willing creatures through touch. The mental strain has been significantly reduced, allowing for multiple sequential teleports before exhaustion. The user can now also perform partial displacement, such as teleporting just a hand through a barrier to unlock a door, or displacing incoming attacks to miss their target. Each use still consumes mental energy proportional to distance and mass moved.
