Testing skills

With the system now before him, he began to inspect the skills he had chosen in class with the goal of gaining a perfect understanding of the skills he would eventually use regularly.

After he had once again inspected his skills, he was once again baffled by the sheer abnormality of his skill set.

The skill Dragon flames, though it might seem normal due to the nature of his system, the skill itself was a mage-type skill.

The next one was Dragonification, a skill that can raise almost dead creatures as one's subordinate while also working on equipment, such a skill was an enhancement type while also possessing the ability to change the complex minds of monsters to become one's subordinate.

A skill like Dragonification was a skill that has never been heard of, and he really thought it should remain that way, as the discovery of such an ability could spark the greed of humanity and he may never have peace ever again. Sighting such consequences, he steels his resolve vowing never to expose such an ability.

"Now to this transformation skill," he said, tapping on the skill for description as it popped up. He quickly glanced through it, yet it didn't contain extensive information.

He knew he had to try the skill to really know what increase it provided. Allen stood up from the bed and quickly moved to the front of the almost broken mirror, making sure there was nothing that could be damaged in his range.

Standing in a focused stance, he began to move his mana with primitivity, unstably moving through his body. He began to will the energy in his body for the transformation.

*Ding*

[Proficiency is insufficient]

[Set phrase⟨_____⟩]

"Insufficient proficiency?" Allen questioned before sighing heavily when he saw he would need a phrase to use the skill. He couldn't help but think of how much he would cringe if he needed to say it every time.

[Set phrase⟨Unleash inferno⟩]

"That's at least good enough," he said as he finally stood in his previous stance, his muscles tightening up as his energy began to rage in his body, and at that moment he let out a set of words: "Unleash infernoo!"

At that moment, a red mist descended upon Allen, the blood-like mist traveling into his very cells. Scales began to emerge from within his skin, beginning to form an armor-like structure.

The ground shook as the mist seemed like a red tornado, rotating at fast speeds enough to lift things off the ground as his bed, his mirror, and some other material began to slowly move toward the red spinning mist.

After a few more seconds, the mist finally calmed down, slowly but surely dispersing in all directions. The moment the red mist dispersed, a blood-red creature was revealed, covered in blood-red scales reflecting light as it glistered.

Allen's new figure appeared with scales that glittered like metal, his body size doubling as his figure stood tall, oppressing anyone that stood below. Wings spread wide, creating the image of a mystic creature that screamed of elegance.

"This power," he muttered as he felt boundless power rushing from within him. He felt like he could destroy anything and anyone before him, his claws red as blood, ready to draw liquid from any unsuspecting victim.

He reveled in the feeling, he felt his muscles and cells more active than ever, brimming with new life. But he knew all too well that it was only an illusion of sudden gain in power, a feeling that was natural but needed to be suppressed.

With the use of his will, he began to suppress the pride and arrogance he felt from within, an instinct he knew was natural to all dragons.

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His mana began to drop rapidly, the transformation proving to consume more than was needed. But with his high mana reserves, he could use the skill at full power for a total of one minute and forty seconds, though that was if he didn't use any other skills.

He quickly took notice of the drain of mana from the skill, which prompted him to deactivate the skill the next moment. The scales, wings, and claws that had shielded him began to disperse into red mist, disappearing like they never existed.

The moment he deactivated it, the feeling of energy evaporating from his body disappeared, the previous discomfort vanishing from his body.

"What a relief," he said with a relieved sigh, moving on, he began to recheck the Dragonification skill, renewing his understanding of it. Allen began to look around, finding something that would be worth the use of Dragonification.

At the moment his gaze was passing through the room, his eyes landed upon an item bestowed to him by his dad, an item he cherished, something he had left untouched since he had been given it.

It was a sword made from mana steel, a metal that had absorbed and assimilated a large amount of mana, increasing its strength and its durability by more than ten times. The hilt of the sword was pure black with a flaming logo on it, the ending of the hilt where the blade came out was shaped like the head of a dragon. He felt like his dad had seen the future to have given a matching blade. It was also the very first sword he had wielded.

Walking over to the glass case, he thought against using it as an experiment for his skill, but reluctantly he later gave in as he grabbed the sword with care, almost like he held an egg.

"Dragonification, let's see what you can do," he said before closing his eyes. Though he could activate the skill with the use of the system, he preferred to directly use the skill with will, providing better proficiency in the long run.

His thoughts began to slow down, his mind focused on one thing, his goal, which was to use Dragonification. The process began and his mana began to fluctuate. He began to fall into frustration as the process he attempted seemed to be unresponsive.

But despite the initial failure, he proceeded, hell-bent on performing it in his way. His tumultuous thoughts began to calm down, his subconsciously frowning face becoming cold.

He felt like the sea, the calm sea absent of the raging waves that ruined its calmness, ignoring any form of distraction as his thoughts settled, unshaken. A perfect stillness.

And then the magic began to happen, red mist began to rise from his hands, rushing and wrapping around the mana steel sword, the red mist began to permeate into the sword, transforming the very structure, the black hilt slowly gaining a red hue to it.

Allen's eyes remained closed, his focus as unshaken as the void itself, even in his calm state, he could feel the change occurring in the sword, the very material that made it up was changing rapidly, becoming something new.

Slowly the mist that had erupted forth from him began to die down, the sword slowly revealing its newfound existence. Allen opened his eyes, and in his hands was a new sword, different from the one he had once held.

"This is so different," he mused inwardly at the difference in the sword he once held and the now-transformed one. It felt lighter and sharper than ever.

The sword had gone through numerous changes, the hilt now taking on a blood-red color with the dragon design more menacing.

The metal part of the sword that once had the visuals of plain metal with a reddish color. Allen swung it around and he knew it was more than enough to draw blood. He also began to wonder what rank it would be. He moved the sword towards the table, planning on testing it a bit.

But what he did not expect was that the sword had begun to cut through the table like a hot knife through butter, instantly splitting it in two before he could even try to retract the sword.

Seeing the capability of the sword, he froze, his gaze traveling between the sword and the split table. He was initially shocked, but that shock soon turned to joy.

He had known the ability of the skill was absurd, but being able to amplify something to such a level. He now fully believed that he could not allow anyone to know he possessed such skills.

-800mp

He suddenly received a system notification and following it, he fell to the ground, immediately feeling like life had been sucked from him. The loss of such a level of mana in an instant was tiring and exhausting.

Sweat dripped down his head, his breath unsteady and in complete disarray. He quickly sat down, calming his hurried breathing.

"So exhausting," he expressed as he began to experience the beginning stages of mana exhaustion. He knew he was close to passing out, but with the little mana he possessed, he willed fire to appear in his hands.

Red flames suddenly burst forth from his palms, swirling beautifully with a tinge of mystery. But he knew the flames were more than what they appeared to be. Allen wished to move closer to the flames in his hand. But at that moment, the last of his mana vanished, leaving his consciousness foggy.

His vision began to dull before slowly plunging into darkness, his body falling into a deep sleep on the floor, his eyes finally closing as he embraced tiredness.