[{"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-193":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},1334889,1778,"Chapter 193","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-193",193,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 193: The Miracle Healer (7)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first impression Oscar had upon entering the subspace was: \"incomprehensible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t quite say why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This space made entirely of white might have been monotonous, yes—but hardly incomprehensible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere he looked, the space was white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when he focused his mana into his eyes, nothing changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And strangely enough, there were no shadows cast anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What a ridiculous place.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar jumped high on the spot a few times and nodded to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Gravity feels the same as reality, and sound works just fine too.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like a blank canvas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An endlessly pure space, untouched by anyone’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a faint tickle in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like he could draw something on this canvas, but… there just weren’t the right tools yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a casual shrug, he sat down cross-legged on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d told Fran that he was going off for training, but he didn’t actually plan on doing anything grand here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he truly needed right now was the stabilization of his mana circuits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even that was being handled just by sitting still, thanks to his \"Oscar-style breathing technique.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, he came here purely to buy time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This is a second-layer subspace, where time flows 100 times faster than in the real world.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A week in reality translated to 700 days here—just shy of two years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That should be more than enough to stabilize his fifth and even sixth mana circuits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looking forward to working with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar greeted the white space where no one was listening, and slowly closed his eyes, falling into meditation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A month had passed since he entered subspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life here wasn’t exactly painful, but it was definitely boring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Guess it’s about time I start running.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To stave off boredom, Oscar made a rigid daily routine and followed it strictly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huff, huff…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From morning till noon (by outside-world standards), he ran nonstop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One good thing about this place was that, with no roads, he could just run forward aimlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah, hah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sprinting at full speed for 3 hours and 12 minutes, his stamina would be completely drained—almost unbelievably so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he first got here, he could only last 2 hours and 46 minutes, so his stamina had clearly improved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clean.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, he used magic to clean his dirty body and clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he’d eat a bit of the rations and water he’d brought, and sit in meditation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This part mainly involved image training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Specifically, battle scenarios.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemies he summoned were mostly demons he’d encountered in his past life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Hmm. With my current body, I can barely handle baron-level demons.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ironically, demons followed a nobility hierarchy similar to humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of the countless demons out there, only those starting from baron rank received a “name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barons were about level 6 in human terms—not exactly terrifying powerhouses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘If that’s my limit, then viscount-level demons—around level 7—are still too much for me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he was willing to risk death, maybe he could take them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had no guarantee of victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t stop virtual battles after winning once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He repeated them over and over, trying to find the most efficient way to kill the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this process, Oscar rediscovered the joy of training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘How long has it been since I could focus on training without a single worry?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least since entering this body, this was a first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d always lived under pressure and time constraints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just in this life—even in his previous one, the last few years were too hectic to allow for this kind of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking back, it had probably been over 10 years since he last trained like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This place isn’t bad. Quiet too.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d definitely come back if he ever got the chance again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed, and eventually, exactly half a year had gone by since he’d entered the subspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huff, huff…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it took at least four hours of sprinting before he hit his limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His image training had also improved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a few days ago, his fifth circuit had stabilized, and now baron-level demons were easy to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…The more time passes, the more finely tuned everything feels.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since entering young Oscar’s body, he hadn’t felt any particular discomfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had, he would’ve dealt with it first above all else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with this long and focused training, he finally realized something—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had been a subtle misalignment between thought and action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Better to realize it late than never.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least now, that error no longer existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar was completely immersed in the joy of getting stronger—he lost all sense of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that, the day he realized it had been 682 days since entering this place arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hoo…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar let out a long, thin breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, today, his sixth mana circuit had fully stabilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled without even meaning to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Beautiful.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even to his own eyes, it looked less like a mana circuit and more like a work of art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just visually impressive, but functionally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the ultimate form that any mage would dream of, optimized for maximum efficiency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s a bit earlier than I planned, but I’ve achieved everything I set out to do. Maybe it’s time to head back?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he’d accomplished here was no small feat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stamina had increased greatly, and both his body and circuits had been optimized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Oscar stood up with a refreshed mind, his eyes narrowed as he looked forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…What’s this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a strange sensation that hadn't been present in this space just moments ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A feeling of complexity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same indescribable complexity he had felt the first time he stepped into this subspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now, it was much more vivid and distinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To find the reason, Oscar drew upon his magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Scan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vwoooong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wave of mana radiated out from him, rushing through the white space in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the next moment, a strange expression crossed his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, this space had been completely empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, the scanning spell was detecting an uncountable number of something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Oscar looked around with eyes imbued with mana,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he shivered without meaning to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was overwhelmed by the visual information pouring into his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More precisely, overwhelmed by the countless threads that now filled his field of vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Those are… spatial threads?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he saw them, he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those threads were the very mediums used to manipulate spatial magic, which he had learned from Master Ado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking more closely, each thread was trembling with its own unique frequency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘They’re all different.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first glance, they looked the same—but not a single one shared the same frequency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would happen if he pulled one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief hesitation, Oscar gulped and carefully tugged on one of the countless threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>RIIIP!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tear opened in the previously empty space, revealing a rift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through that rift, he saw—surprisingly—a beach with waves crashing against the shore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No way…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar cautiously stepped through the rift in space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The salty sea breeze hit his nose, and—screech, screech—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the loud cries of seagulls echoed in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar stood there, dazed, for a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know exactly where this place was, but one thing was clear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This is the ocean.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, he had been in subspace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before that, he had been in the capital city, Caldium, at the heart of the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant… he had been thousands of kilometers away from the ocean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar approached a child playing in the sand and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey kid, sorry, but can you tell me where this is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child blinked at him curiously before replying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Barbara Beach.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Barbara Beach? You mean the one in the south?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah. Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar turned around with a blank expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So I really traveled all the way from the capital to the southern edge of the continent in an instant?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he had used up a fair amount of mana in the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roughly one-tenth of his vast magical reserves were gone in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But still…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was spatial travel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just a short-range blink, but long-distance teleportation across the entire continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar ruffled the kid’s hair with enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! Quit that!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the child frowned and looked up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar was already gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in subspace, Oscar couldn’t contain his excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This once-baffling white space now looked entirely different to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Finally, I think I’m starting to understand this space a little.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obviously, a place made entirely of white couldn’t exist in the real world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant this space existed somewhere beyond reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It exists everywhere, and yet nowhere at all.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To put it simply, subspace was a gap between spaces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why it could be used as a kind of transit station, like it had just been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Oscar understood why he had instinctively found this place so complex at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Each of those countless threads must be connected to different locations in the world.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teleportation using the spell Blink was possible too,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but its range was limited to a few hundred meters at best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To travel such an enormous distance using Blink would require unimaginable mana—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even consuming every magical herb on the continent for a lifetime probably wouldn’t be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But if I use subspace as a transit stop in the middle, it becomes possible.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he could save a massive amount of mana doing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Oscar wandered the space, he thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Did Master Ado know about this method?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, even history books mentioned that Master Ado could appear and vanish like a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…But then why didn’t he teach me?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it because he was only a 4th-tier mage at the time and too early to learn this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or… did Master Ado believe Oscar would be able to figure it out on his own?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar tilted his head, then looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Originally, I planned to leave now that my circuits are stabilized, but…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, he needed to figure out roughly where each of those threads led.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar checked the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘About 18 days left here… which is roughly 4 hours outside.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether he left now or later, it didn’t make much difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lifting his gaze, Oscar looked at the countless threads again, eyes gleaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>",1759,"2026-06-05T20:00:10.789Z",1,"novelbin.me","f583a99bdf5aae2c8b682a99abc87857fa449856438733dc9e71f5d427158184","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-194","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-192",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-cover.jpg"]