[Among the magics I know, there is one that is currently most suitable for you to practice, Ankh.]
Ankh raised an eyebrow with interest.
"And what magic is that?" he asked curiously.
After last night's battle, he had come to fully understand his own shortcomings.
Insufficient magic power, a weak body, a limited range of attacks... Simply put, he had nothing.
And according to Seram, Super Magic: Terror was Ankh's former exclusive magic, which was why it was so compatible with his magic power and consumed so little.
Ankh had no choice but to believe this explanation.
Seram claimed that it and he were once god.
Ankh still found this somewhat hard to believe.
But regardless of what Ankh thought, all signs indicated that what Seram said was probably true.
So, Ankh asked curiously, "What magic is it?"
[By this world's classification, it should barely be considered in the realm of Lost Magic. It's called Titan Gravity Magic.]
Seram's voice was full of pride, very pleased with the magic it had chosen.
Ankh's mind worked quickly.
"From the name, is it a magic that applies gravity?" he asked.
[No, no, no. It's not about applying gravity, but about completely controlling 'force'.]
As soon as Seram finished speaking, a massive stream of information flooded into Ankh's mind, and detailed data about the magic, Titan Gravity, unfolded before his eyes.
Legend had it that in a certain world, there existed a powerful race called the Titans.
Their most prideful talent was this magic, Titan Gravity.
After completely mastering this magic, Ankh could not only apply gravity to his enemies but also remotely alter the force of other objects.
The direction, magnitude, and even the very existence of force—Ankh could freely manipulate and change them all with the magic power in his body.
After getting a general understanding of this magic, Ankh's eyes lit up.
"This magic is really good!" he exclaimed with a delighted smile.
Force was the most fundamental means of attack for everyone in the world.
If he mastered this magic, any physical attack would be rendered completely useless against him!
[This magic belongs to the Titan race, who excel at broad, sweeping movements. Therefore, developing its finer details might require a lot of effort.]
Ankh nodded and said confidently, "Don't worry, I'll make this magic shine!"
[Besides that, I've also figured out a body-strengthening method for you. It's going to be very painful, you know!]
Ankh grinned, his still-youthful face appearing all the more bewitching.
He sneered, "I've already died once. Who cares about that!"
Hearing this, Seram fell silent.
A moment later, a large amount of information once again appeared in Ankh's mind, all related to the applications of Titan Gravity.
[The Titans are not only powerful in gravity magic, but their physical constitution is also top-notch. So, training according to the Titans' gravity magic can temper your physical body.]
Ankh nodded thoughtfully.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes to focus, and murmured.
"Using gravity to squeeze and temper the body, like forging iron, hammering the body relentlessly... this method is so simple and brutal..."
[Though barbaric, it's very effective.]
Ankh nodded and took a deep breath.
Following Seram's guidance, a powerful force began to surge through the meridians of his body.
At the same time, an excruciating pain that felt like it was tearing his bones, flesh, and blood apart swept over him.
The sudden agony was like a tsunami and Ankh's small face was instantly drained of all color.
Fine beads of sweat constantly appeared on Ankh's face.
He bit his crimson lips tightly, his scarlet eyes shining with a fierce light, but he didn't make a single sound.
Compared to physical pain, the endless darkness Ankh had endured for so many years was the most terrifying thing.
No disaster could compare to that!
During those days, Ankh had only had Seram.
Now that he had finally regained his life, he would of course seize any opportunity to live a better one.
And the most important step was to become stronger than anyone else!
....
An unknown amount of time passed.
The sounds of bones breaking and reforming, of flesh tearing and mending within Ankh's body finally stopped.
He instantly collapsed onto the bed.
Powerless... That was the only word left in Ankh's mind.
A thick sense of powerlessness spread through his body.
Then, a warm current began to roll within him, and Ankh finally felt much more comfortable.
[This kind of self-mutilating, barbaric tempering method not only hones the mind but is also highly efficient. This one session alone is probably equivalent to a month of hard training for an ordinary wizard.]
Ankh regained a bit of strength and speak in a low voice with his eyes closed.
"It consumes too much stamina and energy... And I'm so hungry!"
Ankh clutched his stomach, his features twisting slightly.
Ever since the slaughter last night, Ankh hadn't eaten anything.
He was now so hungry his stomach felt like it was stuck to his back.
'I should go find something to eat...'
Ankh leaped off the bed.
His gaze inadvertently glanced at the mirror on the bedside table, and his heart couldn't help but twitch.
'Damn it, this face is too 'girly'!'
With a dark expression, Ankh slammed his fist into the mirror, shattering it into pieces.
His idea of handsome was a masculine, manly image.
His current appearance was something Ankh truly couldn't bear to look at.
[Relax... It's actually quite good. In human terms, this face should be what they call a heartthrob for all.]
Ankh spat, "Tch," and muttered, "Boring."
After an afternoon of training, Ankh's originally listless spirit had recovered.
Full of vigor, he walked toward the guild.
When he reached the guild entrance, before he could even go in, a loud bang suddenly erupted from inside.
'Hm?'Ankh frowned. 'Such a big commotion. Is someone fighting?'
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Just as Ankh was frozen at the door, the huge wooden guild doors were violently thrown open, and two unidentified objects came flying out at high speed.
Ankh calmly sidestepped the two big black rats, letting them fall to the ground with a splat.
Turning his head to look, the things that had flown out were actually two people.
Ankh tilted his head, looking quizzically at the fallen Gray and Natsu.
'What's this, performance art?'
The naked Gray and the dazed Natsu, their eyes spinning in circles, were passed out cold on the ground, foaming at the mouth.
"Oh! It's you Ankh. Do you need something?"
Just then, a young female voice came from the guild entrance.
nkh followed the sound and saw Erza, holding a five-meter-long greatsword in her hands...
Ankh clutched his stomach and said very honestly.
"I'm hungry."
The giant blade glowed and then dissipated
Erza tapped her fist against her palm as she remember something.
"I forgot, Ankh hasn't eaten yet, right! I was so busy fixing these two, I forgot. Come with me."
Ankh cast a sympathetic glance at the unconscious Natsu and Gray.
'Poor kids, getting childhood trauma at such a young age.'
Just as Erza led Ankh into the guild, Natsu, who had been playing dead, jumped up, clutching the large bump on his head and roar angrily.
"Damn you, Erza! I'll definitely win next time!"