SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

As I floated above the devastated Elf City, I noticed everyone keeping their distance and watching my lone figure.

Their eyes contained several emotions, but the constant one was curiosity.

‘Well, then, shall we begin?’ I smiled, taking a deep breath.

I could feel everything around me—around the city—thanks to Spellcraft.

The immense Mana of the land resonated with me, and I took in the sensation until it became one with my senses.

It was now time to proceed.

“Original Magic…”

A blinding gold light formed around me and surged at an overwhelming rate.

Swirling all over my body was a calcified amount of Mana that condensed more and more.

The golden Mana gathered in a single location, forming something in front of me.

—A Book!

The golden book looked like a Grimoire, having intricate designs embedded all over it, and its pages were unlimited.

The cover was golden, and it was constantly shrouded with an immense amount of Mana. The power it emitted was already in the realm of transcendence.

This book was none other than my Original Magic.

“… [Great Sage’s Memoir].”

The moment it appeared, the surrounding Mana connected to the book—all linked to it.

Spellcraft could be easily used to achieve any goal at this point.

In simpler words, I was one with everything around me, and everything was one with me.

But, that wasn’t the essence of my Original Magic.

“Shall we begin?”

The golden book flipped its pages until it arrived at a particular page.

Symbols and circuits were displayed there, all glowing golden as a result of the book’s activation.

>SHIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!<

Instantly, Mana brimmed from the book, and sparks of Mana Particles in the air began rising.

Like fireflies, or glimmering stars, they all began popping from the air.

All over the city, the little orbs of Mana manifested, causing a bizarre sight of illumination that could be described as nothing short of beautiful.

>WHUUUUUMMMMM<

The light particles began dispersing, merging with every structure in sight, and then the golden Mana from my book pulsated and enveloped the entire area.

Then—

“N-no way…”

“This is…!’

“Unbelievable…!”

That’s right.

—The buildings and devastating structures started repairing themselves—down to the smallest rubble.

It wasn’t exactly as though they were being repaired.

No, it was more like time reversal.

My Original Magic allowed me to store any kind of Magic. As long as I understood the concept and had enough Mana to execute it, there was no Magic I couldn’t perform.

Not only could I execute whatever Magic I inscribed in my Original Magic, but the Great Sage’s Memoir served as a form of an independent entity by itself.

Like an automated system, it was capable of reacting to situations and acting accordingly. Like a computer, it was encoded with numerous Spells and codes as part of its protocols.

It could instantly connect to the environment and utilize Spellcraft at will.

It could use whatever Spell in its arsenal according to whatever the situation demanded.

Mana consumption would be from the environment, using Spellcraft, and also my personal Pool.

The most important part of my Original Magic was its efficiency.

Since I could choose to automate it at choice, there was no need for me to handle any difficult Magic every single time I wanted to cast it.

My Memoir would handle everything, and I only had to enjoy the show.

Other than the Mana I contributed, there was really nothing else for me to do.

‘The Great Sage’s Memoir is neurologically linked to me. Any and every action I could ever think of taking has been recorded in it.’

Since it was also more like an automated system, it could respond even faster and more accurately than I ever could.

Humans had their limits, after all. In contrast, my Original Magic was versatile, powerful, and independent—the perfect tool.

It was an even better version of the Arcanas.

That was the true essence of [The Great Sage’s Memoir]!

‘I’m currently utilizing the Time Reversal function of The Hermit’s Arcana.’

All the Arcanas I had were already recorded in the Memoir, so I could use them with or without the Cards themselves.

For The Hermit, since its Mana Cost was too high, and the process was very complicated, I didn’t have access to every single function.

However, just reversing time was more than enough.

>SHWUUUUUUUUUU<

Like Magic—which it was—the landscape returned to its usual state.

The glorious city of the Elves was restored, leaving no single scratch behind.

As promised, it was as though the Demon Beasts had never invaded. Still, though…

‘This isn’t the end!’

According to the bargain, I would be resurrecting every single Elf that died here.

It sounded impossible, considering their numbers were over three thousand.

But, did anyone really think I didn’t know that already?

The Automatons I sent before the Elven Massacre had captured the deaths of every single Elf that perished.

They recorded every single detail of the situation, allowing me to know the exact estimate of the number of fallen Elves.

‘Three thousand two hundred and fifty-six.’

It was a hefty number.

Still, I didn’t take action even with those figures because I knew one truth.

Even if all of them had perished, it would still pose no problem for me.

‘Time for round two!’

The book’s pages flipped to another side, and it shone in activation.

The surrounding Mana vibrated, and the several Automatons in the air descended.

‘I’ve been saving Mana for this moment, but, as expected, it’s taking quite a lot…’ I smiled with determination.

There was another fact that no one knew, and that was the only reason I was confident in this plan working.

‘Time to summon them—the dead Elves.’

Utilizing the Arcana Circuit embedded in my Memoir, I was going to reverse the causality of life and death.

Arcanas stood at the pinnacle of Transcendental Magic, and so they defied the normal laws of the world.

One of them was a simple fact that the dead could not return.

Once the body and soul were not present—or if even one of these elements were absent—even Resurrection Magic couldn’t work.

But, this very principle was about to be shattered.

‘Good thing I have an audience to see it.’