Chapter 138: Selling an Idea for a Private Room

’Isn’t her master that sexist woman?’ A flicker of annoyance passed through Magna’s mind.

Being hated by that kind of woman was something he normally wouldn’t care about, but knowing she was a powerful Witch was something he should be worried about.

Anyway, surprisingly, her disciple Melisandre still looked like someone tolerable.

She even offered him a good deal. "What about you tell me a good game for Shadow training, and in return, I will try to prepare a private room for you in the Tower?"

With this offer alone, it was clear she had already decided on Magna’s acceptance into the Tower.

"How many usually stay in one room?" He was quite interested in the deal. If he could sell one of his ideas in exchange for priceless comfort, it would be more than worth it.

"Even newly arrived Witches wouldn’t be allowed to have a private room for themselves." Her answer wasn’t clear, but it was enough to understand that a dormitory-type system was in place there.

In a place where even women weren’t given the privilege of having a private room, men probably had to share crowded rooms like livestock.

As the offer became more valuable in his eyes, Magna started to think as he tried his luck. "You already saw Fruit Ninja. Wouldn’t that be enough?"

"That’s already something we have something similar to." She shook her head.

Magna started to think harder. He didn’t want to miss the private room offer at all.

He had plenty of ways to increase his stats in mind, but knowing there had to be many Shadows with different kinds of bloodline traits, finding a specific training method that would work for all of them was quite difficult.

So he thought about the one thing all Shadows had in common.

The first thing that came to his mind was their physical capabilities and increasing their combat abilities. But thinking that alone wouldn’t be effective enough, he considered another common trait, which was spellcasting.

Knowing that Shadows borrowed their Witches’ mana and mana patterns to cast spells, he thought of an idea based on his own experiences with spell casting.

"I found one, but I’m not sure if it would be effective." He said, not sounding too sure.

"Just tell me. I will decide that for you." Melisandre, with quite high hopes, waited to see what kind of idea this little boy would come up with this time.

Magna started to murmur to gather his thoughts. "We know Shadows draw mana through invisible tethers connected to their Witches.

Furthermore, they can only cast spells that their Witches have already mastered and executed. Because Shadows bypass chants and honorifics entirely, we can deduce that the primary catalyst for their spellcasting is pure imagination."

As he continued murmuring, Melisandre’s eyes started to widen as she looked at him in shock.

It was a topic that remained quite a mystery even in the Tower.

Even her master, the Witch of the Rime-Blight, had once studied this topic before, sharing her thoughts about how Shadows were actually able to use spells.

So seeing Magna casually voicing his own thoughts on the matter, and even making quite a logical argument, she couldn’t help but think, ’How can someone who isn’t a Witch, let alone a Shadow, predict something like that?’

Magna actually wasn’t just predicting, as he was quite sure that imagination was the real key that allowed Shadows to cast spells.

Thanks to his golden eyes, he had once seen Titus cast a basic spell.

Usually, Titus had no mana inside him, but surprisingly, while he was casting a spell, mana suddenly appeared inside him, and a mana pattern was quickly drawn inside his body.

It was like one of the options Gaia had once offered Magna, which involved saving a mana pattern so he could instantly cast a spell without needing the chanting words.

Following the same logic, he thought that Shadows probably also stored the patterns of some basic spells inside their bodies without even realizing it.

When they imagined that spell, the mana pattern would form on its own and allow them to cast the spell.

Magna didn’t stop as he continued his brainstorming while designing the game in his head, making Melisandre’s expression change as she looked at him with awe.

"Shadows can cast spells with just a thought, but thought is not the key here. So if they can improve their memory capacity to memorize a spell instantly after seeing it, and improve their imagination enough to clearly visualize it afterward, it would help them cast spells faster and with fewer flaws."

After finishing his thought process, he finally shifted his gaze to Melisandre. "I actually have a good game to improve memory and imagination capacity..."

He suddenly stopped when he saw Melisandre’s frozen face, her eyes and mouth wide open. "What happened?"

’Did I go a bit too far?’ Magna thought, taking in her stunned face.

He had intentionally voiced his hypothesis to ensure Melisandre heard his line of reasoning.

He was expecting that she would at least see him as intelligent, but now, seeing her expression, she wasn’t looking at him as just a clever child.

She was looking at him more like a monster.

At last, Melisandre came to her senses, at least a little, forcing herself to ask, "Who taught you that?"

Though she asked that, she soon realized how stupid the question was.

Who would teach him something that no one knew?

If someone suddenly solved a mathematical problem that had remained unsolved for centuries, why would they choose to teach it to someone else first instead of claiming the fame for themselves?

Still, Magna answered honestly. "That’s just my assumption. I don’t have any way to prove whether it’s correct."

"Yes..." she said absentmindedly as she slowly got up from the bed.

It was certainly still an assumption, but it was a very strong one, perhaps even the most believable one she had heard so far.

The only thing she needed to do was report this thought to the Tower and let them check whether it was correct or not.

While she started walking toward the door with many thoughts running through her mind, Magna called out from behind her. "Wait, don’t you want to hear my game idea? What about the deal?"

Melisandre suddenly stopped and turned to look at him. "Don’t worry about your room," was the only thing she said before leaving the room.

At least it felt like a promise.