Four Days to Mastery
Thanks to crossing over to another world through the capsule, Lim Dojun could register a skill the moment he finished reading any book from cover to cover.
The only problem was that the stack Delcrein had handed him was so enormous and thick that reading it all in a single day seemed impossible.
Even if he focused without rest, the sheer volume would take several days to get through.
Lim Dojun packed the books into a large bundle and headed straight for the training chamber.
Watching his disciple’s retreating figure, Delcrein had a strong premonition that he wouldn’t see that face again for quite some time.
He’s the kind of monster who locks onto one thing and devours it completely the moment he focuses.
No matter how extraordinary a genius he was, fully absorbing that mountain of texts and stepping into intermediate magic would inevitably take a long time.
On top of that, Lim Dojun had already mastered multiple branches of lower magic to an impressive depth.
The broader and deeper the foundation, the closer one could come to becoming a grand mage—but the road was never easy.
Countless thorny obstacles lay ahead of him on the path to intermediate magic.
At least half a year. Possibly a full one to two years locked inside that training chamber without showing his face.
Even so, Delcrein already found himself eagerly anticipating the grown form his disciple would wear when they finally met again.
You have learned the skill Blue Magic Tower Intermediate Magic Introduction.
You have learned the skill Advanced Magic and Its Applications.
You have learned the skill Differences Between Antrez-Style and Deroblang-Style Magic.
Highly overlapping skills detected. Merging applicable skills.
The skill Lower Magic evolves into the skill Intermediate Magic.
Four days.
That was how long it took Lim Dojun to finish every last book Delcrein had given him and obtain the corresponding skills.
I’m exhausted.
Stepping out of the training chamber, Lim Dojun pressed firmly against his temples.
He had barely slept, devouring only pages, and even his powerful new body was now loudly complaining of fatigue.
Worse, every time a skill formed, torrents of knowledge erupted inside his mind; organizing it all had drained him mentally even more.
Both body and mind were utterly spent.
Deciding he needed sunlight and fresh air, Lim Dojun left the magic tower.
The place he headed for was the house where the Gellard Brotherhood was staying.
When the black magician Eggnok had lived there, the building had been neglected and looked derelict. Now that the brotherhood resided in it, the house had become tidy and well-kept.
It was truly their home now, so they maintained it with care.
Lower Magic → Intermediate Magic
“Meow.”
“You want this? No way. You’ve gotten way too fat. What kind of cat can’t even jump this high? You need to lose weight.”
“Meeeeeow!”
“I said no.”
“Meeeeeeeeeeow!”
“…Fine, just one. No more after that, got it?”
The eldest brother, Gellard, was handing snacks to Spot while scolding the chubby cat.
“Gellard.”
“Huk! Magician! You’ve come?”
Gellard jumped in surprise when he spotted Lim Dojun.
“Where are the others?”
“They’re inside organizing the materials you requested. It should be almost finished… Hey! Everyone out here! The magician has arrived!”
At Gellard’s loud call, the second and third brothers soon came running from inside.
“Magician!”
“You’re here! The documents you asked for were just completed!”
Three days earlier, right before entering the training chamber, Lim Dojun had asked the brotherhood for a favor.
Look into the background of why the Rodonos Count House collapsed.
He had already submitted an information request to the Blue Magic Tower using contribution points, but he wanted to cover all bases.
Since they operated in the underworld, they might know details the Blue Magic Tower would miss.
Lim Dojun accepted the materials they handed him and examined them carefully.
The core details from both the Blue Magic Tower and the brotherhood were identical.
The reason the Rodonos Count House fell… isn’t clear at all.
The collapse had begun with accusations that the Rodonos Count House had dabbled in evil forbidden arts and made contact with the cult. The Baran Marquis House had been the first to make those claims and the central force behind them.
They had swiftly gathered noble opinion and launched a coordinated assault that ruined the family in the blink of an eye.
No concrete evidence exists that the Rodonos Count House colluded with the cult.
Traces of evil forbidden arts were found, but no specific circumstances could be confirmed.
Yet information that surfaced later told a different story.
There had been no definitive proof that the Rodonos Count House had truly fallen to darkness.
Nevertheless, nothing changed afterward.
The Rodonos Count House had already been destroyed, and their rights and interests were divided among multiple factions.
Since every party had profited in moderation, they simply kept quiet and moved on.
“Why were you curious about the Rodonos Count House?”
“I happened to hear about it and grew interested. I was told it was a prestigious family, yet it collapsed so suddenly.”
“Well… they were probably framed.”
Such incidents were more common among noble houses than one might think.
That was precisely why politics mattered so much.
I should pay them a visit later.
Lim Dojun decided he could now meet Vex and Olivia without hesitation.
He slipped the documents into his inner pocket and took out his smartphone.
Click! Click!
“Magician? What are you doing?”
Gellard watched from the side, head tilted in confusion.
The magician kept moving around Spot while holding a device that made strange noises. To Gellard, the entire scene looked utterly bizarre.
“Oh, don’t mind me. Gellard, could the rest of you brothers come over here for a moment?”
“Here?”
“Yes, right there. Give Spot one snack from that spot. I’m going to record a video from now on.”
“A… video?”
“Haha. Don’t worry about what I’m saying. Just act naturally. Comfortably.”
He didn’t know when he would need these photos and videos, but capturing them well would surely prove useful someday.
“Hmm~ Hm~”
Kim Eunju, who ran a large rehabilitation center in Seoul, had been enjoying her daily routine lately.
She had always taken pride and a sense of mission in her work, so she genuinely enjoyed seeing patients. Nothing brought her more joy than watching them improve after successful rehabilitation.
And recently, one of her most heartbreaking cases—Lim Dojun—had made a complete recovery.
I prayed more than a hundred times for Mr. Dojun to get better, but I never imagined he would suddenly recover like this.
She had prayed often, yet objectively the odds of his recovery had been zero.
His limbs had suffered damage from a curse; modern medicine had no solution.
She had even invited several returnees to attempt treatment, but those efforts had failed as well.
So she had simply hoped his condition would stop worsening—yet a miracle had occurred.
Outwardly she remained composed, but seeing Dojun’s bright, hopeful face filled her with quiet pride.
“Aigoo, Doctor. Why do you look so pretty today? Want to meet my son?”
“Hehe. I’ll just take the thought, ma’am.”
Because of that, she smiled brightly even while working, winning the favor of the center’s main clientele—the middle-aged and elderly.
Her natural enthusiasm combined with a constant smile made it impossible not to like her.
“Well, my son probably isn’t good enough for you anyway.”
“Goodness, what are you saying? You told me before that your son works at a fine company.”
“What good is that if his character is lacking?”
After finishing her rounds with the patients, she returned to her office and checked her emails.
Requests to attend academic conferences, lecture invitations, inquiries from institutions, and other rehabilitation referrals.
Her inbox was busy as usual… until—
“Huh?”
One unexpected message caught her eye.
“A wuxia game?”
After reading the entire email, she tilted her head.
She had never seen one, but she knew roughly what wuxia meant—something like sword fights set against a Chinese-inspired background.
Would it be all right to install this on Mr. Dojun’s capsule?
That was the part that gave her pause.
At first they had installed Liberty Soft’s game and connected through it, but now Dojun was living in an entirely different world.
Astelgard was a real, existing world.
Still, she had heard that the system and UI provided by Liberty Soft had been carried over with him.
The two worlds—the game and the otherworld—had become entangled.
So the question remained: if he downloaded and played this new game on the capsule, what would happen?
Would a new system apply… or could it lead to yet another world?
Kim Eunju tapped her desk lightly, lost in thought.
No amount of pondering would yield an answer; this was beyond mere speculation.
I should contact Mr. Dojun first.
She needed to ask what he thought about this new proposal.