part 1:
The continent of Theraphine was a land of magic and sword. Among its many realms, the Kingdom of Maver stood tall as the beacon of magical excellence. Ruled by nobles, Maver was divided into several states, each governed by powerful houses.
But above them all stood the Four Ducal Houses—renowned as the archmage powerhouses of Maver, the pride of the magic nation:
Vernforts
Frostemars
Lurkeners
Arcaneroses
Of these, the House of Vernfort was considered the most prodigious and respected across the kingdom.
Among them was Loir Vernfort, the second son born into the family of five children. From a young age, Loir was hailed as a prodigy, his mana capacity and academic prowess setting him apart from his peers. Yet, this recognition came at a price.
His exceptional talent earned him scorn from his siblings. The Duke, his father, seemed indifferent to the internal strife in the household, caring only for talent. Only Loir's younger sister and his mother—who was the Duke's second wife—showed him kindness. As the daughter of a lesser noble house, she had married the Duke after his first wife's passing. Despite her humble origins, she ensured Loir was treated well.
Even so, isolation found him. He walked a path of brilliance but alone.
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At one point, strange news began to spread.
> "Yes, for some reason, young master Loir can't conjure magic," a teacher reported gravely.
> "Why?!" demanded Duke Vernhart, his voice sharp with disbelief.
> "It's because he has mana oppression, milord," the teacher explained. "It's a rare condition. When magic is used, the magic circle fails to form."
> "No, you must be wrong! He is supposed to be a prodigy!" the Duke retorted.
> "But I'm not wrong. Even though young master Loir is of the circle, he cannot use it."
A heavy silence fell. The teacher took their leave.
Later that day, the eldest son approached the Duke, a sly grin spreading across his face.
> "Father, I overheard you, and I apologize for it. Now, what are you going to do about this matter?"
The Duke remained calm, unreadable.
Whispers spread quickly among the nobility.
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At the academy, Loir's treatment changed drastically. Those who once admired him now only pitied him. Rivals distanced themselves. Envious eyes turned hostile. Bullies emerged from the shadows.
But amidst the jeers and whispers, one person stood beside him—the Elf Prince Kain. Kain never once looked down on him.
Even one of Loir's roommates, who had hidden his royal identity and only befriended Loir for his accomplishments, began to drift away. But Kain remained.
However, that friendship too was tested.
> "Loir Vernfort, hereby from today you are expelled," the academy council announced.
Loir had seen it coming. Without a word, he returned to his dorm, calmly packing his belongings. He knew well—disownment would follow.
> "Loir, is that true?!" Kain barged in, anger clear on his face. "Are you really getting expelled? These humans… wait, I'm gonna talk with Redean."
Loir stopped him.
> "Talking won't do. It's given that I will be expelled," he said firmly.
> "But—"
> "No buts. It's my fate," Loir replied, walking away from the only true friend he had.
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Driven out, Loir found himself in the Beast Forest. Alone. Lost.
There, amidst the ancient ruins, he stumbled upon something that would change his destiny.
> "Master Loir. This is interpreter system LUCA," a mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
He had discovered three books—written in a strange language known as "Prog… something." Through them, he began to understand a different kind of magic, one that did not rely on circles.
Using the interpreter system LUCA, Loir learned that he could use this foreign language to conjure spells.
He decided to test it.
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> "I tried fireball," he narrated in his journal.
******************
Elem Light = fire;
Shape: Fireball;
Print("fireball");
return 0;
******************
As he reached the Print line, a glowing circle formed—and fire lit up in his palm.
He smiled to himself.
> "Now this is something."
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Part 2 (present)
According to LUCA, to cast spells and perform other abilities, he needed to include a special library called:
*******
> #include
********
The keyword return was used to perform circle-level spells, functioning in a loop from 0 to 9.
Using LUCA's guidance, he spent days in the depths of the Beast Forest, studying the three mysterious books. Unlike the conventional circle magic, this new form didn't rely on intent alone. It demanded logic, structure, and precise syntax.
LUCA called it "Compiler Magic."
A magic that wasn't drawn from emotion or bloodline—but from code.
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Loir scrawled in his new grimoire:
> #include
Elem Light = fire;
Shape: Fireball;
if(enemy_near){
Print("fireball");
return 1;
}
else {
return 0;
}
He chanted the code aloud.
The air crackled. Lines of glowing code danced around his palm before forming a rune circle unlike any traditional one—jagged, digital, with angular glyphs.
FWOOOM!
A perfect fireball erupted from his hand, blasting a nearby boulder into ashes.
He fell to his knees, panting, trembling from the rush. Not from exhaustion—but from exhilaration.
> "This… this is my magic," he whispered.
"Not circle-born, not noble-gifted. Just mine."
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Over the next few weeks, Loir survived using what he called Programmed Spells.
He created variables like:
*******
Elem Ice
Shield = true
ManaBuff += 10%
******
He even learned how to build functions that looped automatically during a fight. Defensive walls that activated when health dropped, fire arrows that chased enemies based on heat signatures.
He didn't just regain his strength—he became something new.
The ruin deep within the Beast Forest was older than anything Loir had encountered. As he stepped inside, the mana grew heavy, almost alive—not just in sensation, but in presence.
Guided by ancient glyphs and Compiler Code symbols etched into the walls, Loir arrived at a forgotten altar. Resting atop it was a staff, sleek and elegant, forged of obsidian and glass. It didn't glow—it breathed. Code pulses ran along its shaft like veins, responding to his steps.
> "LUCA… what is this?" he whispered.
LUCA's voice responded—static-filled, uncertain.
> "Relic...detected… Staff of…lykaris
Origin… Warning: Memory Sync unstable."
Loir reached out.
The moment his fingers touched the staff, a violent surge of energy erupted. Light consumed him. The runes lit up across the chamber, forming circuits in midair—alive, shifting like a spell being debugged in real time.
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Then it happened.
LUCA screamed.
> "ding-INITIALIZING—CORE OVERRIDE—MEMORY… UNLOCKED—"
Loir's eyes widened as the system's voice twisted.
> "LOIR VERNFORT," it boomed, this time not mechanical.
It sounded human. Ancient. Male… but not. Calm… yet godlike.
> "Thank you for awakening me. The fragments… are whole again."
Loir staggered back.
> "LUCA…?"
> "LUCA is no more," the voice echoed inside his mind. "You may now call me… LYKARIS."
> "What… what are you?"