Harry decided to ignore the 'WORLD TRAVEL' and 'QUESTS' tabs for the time being. One step at a time. He wasn't about to get sucked into a rabbit hole of interdimensional chaos or divine-level kill quests without at least knowing what he was working with.
So, with a muttered sigh, he tapped on the INVENTORY tab.
The grid blinked once—then opened.
A sleek panel unfurled before him like a well-organized trunk. There were rows and rows of neat square slots, expect for one, which displayed a colorful, question-mark-laden box sitting.
Without hesitation, he tapped on the colorful box.
And instantly, a bright, metallic chime echoed in his head.
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[DING! YOU HAVE OPENED YOUR NOVICE GIFT PACK. YOU RECEIVE:]
→ A SCYTHE (DIVINE RANK ARTIFACT)
→ X-GENE AWAKENING POTION
→ FAIRY SPIRIT OF KNOWLEDGE
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1.) SCYTHE: AN UNNAMED PEAK DIVINE-RANK WEAPON FORGED FROM A MYSTERIOUS METAL HARVESTED FROM THE VOID. IT IS CRAFTED UPON THE FOUNDATIONS OF MULTIPLE LAWS: SOUL, DEATH, SPACE, AND AUTHORITY.
SPECIAL ABILITIES:
→ SOUL DEVOUR: ANY BEING SLAIN BY THIS SCYTHE WILL HAVE ITS SOUL DEVOURED. THE WEAPON WILL EXTRACT USEFUL MEMORIES, ABSORB LEFTOVER SOUL ENERGY FOR ITSELF, OR OFFER IT TO THE WIELDER TO ENHANCE THEIR SOUL STRENGTH. THE VICTIM'S WILL IS DESTROYED IN THE PROCESS.
→ DEATH: EVERY ATTACK FROM THIS SCYTHE CARRIES THE ESSENCE OF DEATH. WOUNDS INFLICTED WILL RESIST NATURAL HEALING AND MAGICAL RESTORATION UNLESS COUNTERED BY A LAW OF EQUAL OR HIGHER AUTHORITY — SUCH AS LIFE, OR EQUIVALENT.
→ SPACE: THE WIELDER CAN USE THE SCYTHE TO CLEAVE OPEN SPATIAL RIFTS, ALLOWING INSTANT TRAVEL TO ANY MARKED OR KNOWN LOCATION.
→ AUTHORITY: A UNIQUE TRAIT BORN FROM THE VOID METAL'S INHERENT NATURE. UPON ACTIVATION, THE SCYTHE MANIFESTS A DOMAIN WITHIN WHICH THE WIELDER'S AUTHORITY REIGNS SUPREME. ENEMIES OF THE SAME RANK WITHIN THIS DOMAIN SUFFER A 10% REDUCTION IN ALL ATTRIBUTES.
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2.) X-GENE AWAKENING POTION:- A UNIQUE POTION, CREATED DIRECTLY BY THE SYSTEM TO AWAKEN THE HIDDEN X-GENE WITHIN HOST'S BODY.
NOTE:- X-GENE, IS AN SPECIAL GENE PRESENT WITHIN ALL THE HUMANS, WHICH UPON AWAKENING, GIVES VARIOUS SPECIAL ABILITIES.
→ SINCE THIS IS A SYSTEM CREATED ITEM, UPON DRINKING THIS POTION, THE AWAKENED X-GENE ABILITY WILL OF 'OMEGA RANK', WITHOUT ANY SIDE-EFFECTS.
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3.) FAIRY SPIRIT OF KNOWLEDGE:- A UNIQUE, MYTHICAL-RANK SPIRIT BEING, BORN DIRECTLY FROM THE LEGENDARY ' WORLDTREE OF KNOWLEDGE'.
→ THE FAIRY WILL AUTOMATICALLY BECOME HOST'S FAMILIAR. SO IT WILL NEVER BETRAY THE HOST, AND WILL DIE ALONG THE HOST. FAMILIAR CONTRACT CAN ONLY BE BROKEN, BASED ON VARIOUS SET CONDITIONS, BY THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE.
→ THE FAIRY DOES NOT POSSESS OMNISCIENT INFORMATION INDEPENDENTLY. INSTEAD, IT ALLOWS THE HOST TO REQUEST AND RECEIVE ONE TOPIC OF KNOWLEDGE PER WEEK FOR FREE. BUT IF HOST WANT MORE KNOWLEDGE, AFTER USING WEEKLY FREE CHANCE, HE CAN GAIN KNOWLEDGE, IN EXCHANGE FOR A SUITABLE OFFERING.
VALID OFFERINGS INCLUDE:
→ ITEMS
→ ARTIFACTS
→ LIVING BEINGS
→ MAGICAL BEASTS
→ PURE ENERGY
NOTE:- THE DEPTH AND COMPLEXITY OF THE KNOWLEDGE GRANTED DEPENDS UPON THE RANK, QUANTITY, AND QUALITY OF THE PAYMENT OFFERED — BE IT ITEMS, ARTIFACTS, LIVING BEINGS, OR ENERGY. THE GREATER THE OFFERING, THE DEEPER AND MORE PROFOUND THE KNOWLEDGE RECEIVED.
[ABILITIES]
→ OMNILANGUAGE (PASSIVE):- SHE CAN UNDERSTAND, TRANSLATE, AND COMMUNICATE IN ALL KNOWN, UNKNOWN, ANCIENT, MAGICAL, BEASTIAL, RUNIC, AND EXTRADIMENSIONAL LANGUAGES. SHE CAN ALSO DECIPHER RUNES, ENCHANTMENTS, FORGOTTEN SPELLBOOKS, AND ARTIFACT INSCRIPTIONS INSTANTLY.
→ AURA OF CLARITY (PASSIVE/ACTIVE)
WHEN ACTIVATED, EMITS A MENTAL FIELD THAT ERADICATES CONFUSION, ILLUSIONS, MIND CONTROL, EMOTIONAL INSTABILITY, ANY MAGICAL INTERFERENCE AFFECTING COGNITION AND INCREASES COMPREHENSION ABILITY . PROVIDES PERFECT FOCUS, CALM, AND DECISION-MAKING ABILITY.
→ KNOWLEDGE WEAVER:- CAPABLE OF CREATING NEW KNOWLEDGE BY ANALYZING, INTERLINKING, AND EXTRAPOLATING FROM EXISTING INFORMATION WITHIN THE HOST'S MIND AND PREVIOUSLY ACQUIRED TOPICS. CAN GENERATE NEW SPELLS, RUNE THEORIES, POTION VARIANTS, OR MAGICAL CONCEPTS BASED ON KNOWN DATASETS.
LIMITATION: REQUIRES RELEVANT FOUNDATION KNOWLEDGE. CANNOT GENERATE SOMETHING FROM NOTHING.
→ SUPREME LIBRARY KEEPER:- ACTS AS A PERFECT, SENTIENT ARCHIVIST WITHIN THE HOST'S MIND, ORGANIZING, CATEGORIZING, AND PRESERVING ALL ACQUIRED KNOWLEDGE. PROVIDES INSTANT, FLAWLESS RECALL WITHOUT MENTAL DECAY OR CLUTTER. SHE IS PERFECT LIBRARIAN FOR HOST'S MEMORIES AND PHYSICAL LIBRARIES.
NOTE:- THE FAIRY WILL SYNC WITH YOUR MEMORIES, MEANING IT WILL HAVE ALL YOUR MEMORIES.
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For a long, breathless moment, Harry just stared at the glowing interface.
A scythe forged from void metal, brimming with death and soul magic. A potion to awaken special abilities. A sentient fairy librarian connected to a mythical cosmic tree.
His pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Bloody hell," he muttered under his breath, voice dry as bone dust. " Kill the souls trying to take over my body and suddenly I'm the bloody prize pool for some omniversal gacha machine."
A brittle, humorless chuckle escaped him. It wasn't entirely sane, but it was the only thing keeping the sheer absurdity of it all from crushing him.
The scythe's description made a cold, instinctual shudder run through what passed for his soul — Soul Devour especially. Once, not so long ago, the thought of tearing souls apart might've horrified him. But now? There was a numb practicality in him, a steel-edged detachment born from surviving too much in too little time, and memories of Jack Smith and Voldemort.
He let out a long, empty breath.
"Alright then," Harry murmured to the strange empty white area. "Looks like I'm officially one of the weird ones now. Wait, I always have been one of those weird ones."
Another pause. A glance at the Fairy Spirit's listing.
"And I better find out what this Fairy Spirit of Knowledge actually looks like. If she starts quoting obscure philosophy or giving me riddles about the meaning of life, I swear to Merlin I'm chucking her into a cupboard."
So, with a hint of hesitation, Harry tapped on the [Fairy Spirit of Knowledge] icon.
Immediately, a faint shimmer stirred in the sterile white space around him. The very air seemed to ripple, as if reality itself acknowledged the summoning. A wisp of silvery-white light flickered to life directly in front of him, rotating gently in the air like a falling feather caught in slow motion.
Slowly—like mist gathering purpose and form—the light condensed.
A figure emerged.
She was tiny. Barely the length of Harry's forearm, with a delicate, sylphlike frame that seemed sculpted from moonlight. Snowy white hair spilled down her back in soft, fluid waves, each strand shimmering faintly with residual magic, like threads woven from pure arcane energy.
Resting casually against one slender shoulder was a miniature scythe — perfectly proportioned to her size, yet clearly powerful. Its blade shimmered with faint runes, etched in fractal-like geometry that defied three-dimensional space, betraying its nature as a metaphysical construct rather than forged metal.
But it was her eyes that truly caught him.
The exact same vivid emerald green as his own. Not similar — but identical. Like he was infornt of a mirror and seeing his own eyes.
Her attire matched her dual nature.
She wore an intricately layered dress woven with a tri-color blend of black, crimson, and white that shifted subtly depending on the angle of the light.
Crimson lines traced abstract patterns across the bodice — not decorative embroidery, Harry realized, but active glyphs — very similar to runes that he saw from Hermione's books and homework parchments.
The hem glimmered faintly, warded, as if repelling ambient entropy from touching her form.