[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower":3,"chapter-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-104":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Problematic Child of the Magic Tower",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1334900,1778,"Chapter 104","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-104",104,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>w\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 104: The Tower Master (2)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In this world of threads visible only to us, which I have named the String Realm, there are rules to be followed,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ado Vail explained solemnly, embodying the image of the great mage Oscar had imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"First, every object or being possesses a number of threads proportionate to its size and shape.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several small stones rolled across the ground and floated into the air, dropping between the two men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ado Vail pointed to the smallest one and asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How many threads do you see emanating from this stone?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Correct. And how about the one next to it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though they were all stones, the number of threads attached varied depending on their size and shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar nodded enthusiastically, like a diligent student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Larger objects have more threads attached to them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly. Now, let me explain the second rule.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ado Vail stood up and approached a massive boulder many times larger than a person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This rock has thirty-seven threads attached, but each thread serves a different purpose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…A purpose? Are you saying that each thread has a specific role?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Indeed, and that is the second rule.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he lightly tugged on one of the threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outwardly, the boulder appeared unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The skill and capability of a spatial mage are determined by their ability to interpret these threads. You must precisely predict what will happen when a particular thread is pulled. Try it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar carefully examined the boulder, looking for differences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how closely he observed, it looked the same as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Wait, could it be?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought struck him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knocked on the boulder with his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoom! Thoom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although only a single thread had been tugged, the boulder sounded entirely hollow inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Most importantly, identifying the core thread of an object is crucial,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ado Vail instructed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Is there no hint? To me, all the threads look the same.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As I said earlier, this magic relies solely on intuition.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ado Vail's stern and unwavering gaze bore into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You must reach an understanding on your own. You must train until the images you form in your mind as you pull the threads align perfectly with reality.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's absurd….\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike traditional magic, this training method was entirely different, more akin to an art than a science.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, science required logical and systematic explanations for its outcomes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Intuition.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking into Ado's unyielding eyes, Oscar asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When I first entered this place, you mentioned that you intended to pass this magic to me, saying no one else could handle it better. Was that based on intuition as well?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Indeed. As one practices this magic, their sense of perception becomes extraordinarily sharp. I call it the sixth sense. The moment you stepped into the Starlight Library, that sixth sense told me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ado Vail chuckled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It said you could master this magic at a level comparable to mine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"….\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, Oscar would have dismissed such a claim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ado's reasoning was based purely on \"gut feeling.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, considering the time discrepancy between this realm and the real world, Oscar calmly nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please take care of me for the time being.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed he would be staying here for quite a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Ado Vail emphasized intuition, Oscar couldn't help but doubt him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…If I can discern the rules governing these threads, I might be able to formalize them. Perhaps Ado just couldn't figure it out.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Determined to prove his hypothesis, Oscar began experimenting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He collected ten rocks from the forest and crafted them into identical shapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now that they're uniform in size and shape… okay, as expected, they all have the same number of threads.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his confidence swelled, Ado smiled encouragingly from the sidelines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pull as many as you'd like. It will still add to your experience.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prepare to be amazed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar carefully tugged on the most similar-looking thread from each rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The results were disastrous: only two of the rocks had their cores neutralized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching, Ado Vail burst into hearty laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You really are a fool. Did you think I hadn't already tried such methods?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still… that means it really comes down to luck, doesn't it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's not luck, but intuition.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying so, Ado easily pulled one thread from each of the remaining eight rocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, all eight cores were neutralized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm. It seems you'll need special training. How about it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…What kind of special training?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're too dependent on this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ado tapped his temple lightly with his finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You rely too much on the information your brain provides.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But isn't that normal? Everyone relies on their senses to judge the world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sight, smell, hearing, and touch—humans used these senses to perceive their surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those with sharper senses were naturally seen as more capable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was born with dull senses, so I unlocked the sixth sense faster. But your senses are as sharp as a finely honed blade. So we'll need a bolder approach.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…I'm getting a bad feeling about this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can refuse, but there's no better way to cultivate the sixth sense.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar felt a strong premonition about what was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this the famed sixth sense?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re not going to tell me to live without using any senses, are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why not? Depriving yourself of the senses you've relied on your entire life…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ado Vail smiled brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It will offer you an entirely new realm of experience and perception.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"….\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't exaggerating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ado Vail used magic to completely block Oscar's vision, smell, hearing, and touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To top it off, he tied a blindfold over Oscar's already-closed eyes, claiming it enhanced the training atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Hmm.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting blankly on the dirt ground, Oscar slowly stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then began walking aimlessly forward, only to halt after a short distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…Wasn’t the path supposed to be in this direction?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite having spent his entire life training his body and mind, just the act of blocking his senses was enough to shatter his confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For him, a path was something you saw with your eyes and walked along if it existed—nothing more, nothing less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Do we really need to go this far?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar’s movements shrank, his strides becoming noticeably smaller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All his senses had been cut off, and yet, his sense of pain had been amplified several times over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this rate, even tripping over a small rock would undoubtedly cause immense pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he hesitated in place for what felt like an eternity, a light bulb seemed to go off in his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ah, could the answer be magic?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought made sense the more he reflected on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, all of his physical senses were shut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>w\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what medium could he rely on to receive external information?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only answer that came to mind was magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Come to think of it, I’ve already been using abilities like Scan and basic magic detection without issue.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he started using magic to survey the surrounding terrain and began walking again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Argh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An excruciatingly sharp pain struck his forehead, enough to make his vision (or rather, his perception) spin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, the voice of Ado Vail echoed in his mind through a messaging spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-That’s the wrong approach. Using magic to artificially replicate and replace your senses isn’t the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What am I supposed to do, then? Live like this until I get used to it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-…Hmm. That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pardon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Face it head-on. Let yourself break and shatter. That fear will guide you into a new world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those words, Ado Vail’s voice disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A month into his sensory deprivation training, Oscar was running through the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he wasn’t using magic to scan the terrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp alarm rang in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately stopping, Oscar cautiously took a step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he did, his foot caught on a protruding tree root, sending him tumbling to the ground in agonizing pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grr…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, the pain terrified him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a state where he couldn’t see or hear, even taking a single step was daunting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, he froze, petrified by the thought of the unbearable pain that could strike at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, wandering blindly in darkness was frightening, and falling, rolling, and colliding still hurt just as much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he thought he was starting to understand what Ado Vail had meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This, too, is adaptation.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The countless injuries, breaks, and fears he had endured hundreds, even thousands of times, were beginning to embed themselves into his body and cells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a crude, brute-force method, but recently, he felt he understood what this elusive \"sense\" was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This occasional tingling in my head.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a kind of warning or signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that day onward, Oscar began running through the forest daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, it took him a full day to make it out, during which he tripped over 400 times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with each passing day, the time it took to finish and the number of falls gradually decreased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He changed his route every day to ensure he couldn’t memorize the path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.....”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap, tap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he ran through the forest, Oscar lightly twisted his torso to respond to the numerous warnings coming from all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrain today seemed particularly rugged, as his intuition was issuing more alerts than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huff, huff…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He silently counted the time in his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time from when he started running until he exited the forest was just three hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to using acceleration magic and running at full speed, it was possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And during that rapid dash, he hadn’t stumbled or collided even once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a blinding light stung his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar squinted, unused to the brightness he hadn’t seen in who knew how long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As expected, you have talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing beside a large rock, Ado Vail greeted him with a gentle smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you like to give it a try?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking up to the rock, Oscar slowly closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began to empty his mind of all information—the soft dirt beneath his feet, the shade cast by the large trees, and even Ado Vail watching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He visualized a world of threads in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the threads perceived through his senses, only one burned brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Oscar grasped it and gently pulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he slowly opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive rock before him appeared unchanged on the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap, clap, clap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of Ado Vail’s applause filled his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wearing a deeply satisfied expression, he looked at Oscar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To fully awaken your sixth sense in just five months—what an extraordinary monster you are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…You attacked me with magic during my runs today, didn’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t complain. You dodged just fine. Congratulations on becoming a full-fledged spatial sorcerer. Oh, and—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ado Vail glanced at Oscar’s body with a smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“On reaching Level 4, as well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside Oscar, four magic circuits surged with power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the clearest proof that he had become a Level 4 intermediate mage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>w\u003C\u002Fp>",1866,"2026-06-05T20:00:10.789Z",1,"novelbin.me","03ce0380d9f5c7cc348272ea440905bd1647057a9c59bbcb84b5fc88f5a1183f","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-105","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-103",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-cover.jpg"]