Meditation technique.

Finally, after completing and reaching my goal of 100% efficiency, I deactivated the virtual laboratory and rose from the chair with a sense of accomplishment pulsing through every fiber of my being. I grabbed the books scattered across the table and returned them to the shelf, carefully slotting each one in place. Everything was now organized, ready for the next step. I walked to the center of the room and issued a mental command.

"Transfer the alphabet with 100% efficiency to my mind."

["Beep!"]

In an instant, I felt my mind flood with information. It was as if every letter, every detail, every nuance of the magical language had been imprinted directly onto my being. The refined tonality, the perfect cadence—everything felt natural, as though I had practiced for years, as if I were born speaking this language. It was surreal.

I raised my hand forward with a certain excitement and pronounced the words in the language of magic.

"Reveal yourself."

A hum cut through the air, reverberating throughout the room. The entire space trembled slightly, and then my eyes glowed intensely. In the air, glowing particles began to appear, floating in every direction. Tiny specks of luminous energy danced around me, as if the world itself was responding to my command.

"So this is magic?" I whispered, a smile forming on my face as I watched the spectacle unfold before me. But the most incredible part was that I didn't feel any fatigue or pain. This small enchantment, one of the few described in the literacy book, seemed to consume almost none of my mind's energy.

I let out an almost incredulous laugh. "Holy crap, I'm amazing!" I walked over to the window, feeling a new kind of euphoria. Outside, the vast forest stretched endlessly, now covered with energy particles as well. But these weren't just luminous; there were brown, green, red particles—colors representing different elements. It was like seeing a new world, hidden in plain sight.

["Beep!"]

The voice of the laboratory cut through my admiration. 

["A minor error has been detected in the host's thought process!"]

I frowned. "What? What do you mean by an error?" I asked mentally, already feeling a spark of curiosity and concern.

The laboratory responded methodically, as always: 

["According to the logic of the book stored in my database, it should not be possible for a Level 0 acolyte to cast basic enchantments like this without experiencing severe side effects."]

I crossed my arms, thoughtful. "I know. That's why I'm celebrating." A smile returned to my face. "Maybe I'm the only one capable of such a feat. These basic enchantments, like spells, only become viable without major harm starting at Level 1. After all, mental energy isn't a great energy source; that's why mages use spiritual energy."

An idea began to form, something revolutionary. My eyes lit up, this time with excitement. "Maybe… I've just opened a new branch of magic?"

But I quickly shook my head, correcting myself. "No… I didn't create anything new or discover something unprecedented. I just maximized the alphabet. I'm sure I can speak magical words more quickly and accurately…"

Suddenly, a new possibility took shape in my mind. "Holy crap! Does this mean I can cast spells almost instantly? Maybe, in the future, when I reach Level 2 or 3, it'll only take me a few seconds to cast truly powerful spells!"

"Now, let's move on to the main course."

With a determined smile, I walked toward the table. The glowing potion containing the meditation technique awaited me, and I knew I was about to take another decisive step toward the strength I so desired. I sat down in the chair, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. The energy particles, previously visible to my eyes, now became subtle sensations throughout my body. If I wanted to see them again, I'd just need to access the virtual laboratory, but now wasn't the time.

I opened my eyes, extended my right hand, and picked up the potion bottle. With my left hand, I pulled out the wooden cork.

"Slop~~"

The soft sound echoed as I uncorked the bottle. I tilted it slightly to smell the liquid, but there was no scent. "No smell?" I thought, shrugging. Without hesitation, I tilted the bottle and drank its contents in one go, feeling the icy liquid spread through my body.

The sensation was immediate. An intense cold spread through my chest, rising to my head. Suddenly, a throbbing pain hit me, like an electric current burning through my brain.

"Wow~~"

With a groan, I clutched my head with both hands as new information was forcibly inserted into my mind. It wasn't like learning something slowly; it was as if an entire library had been dumped straight into my brain.

Then, the words appeared, clear and sharp: 

["Elemental Meditation Technique!"]

The pain began to subside, though I still felt groggy, as if my mind was overloaded. I took a few deep breaths to stabilize myself and murmured firmly:

"Activate virtual laboratory."

The environment around me disappeared in an instant, and I once again found myself floating in the digital void of the laboratory.

["Virtual laboratory successfully activated!"]

Still feeling a slight buzz in my mind, I issued another command. "Create a folder."

["Beep!"]

["Folder successfully created!"]

"Rename this folder to: Elemental Meditation Technique for Acolytes."

["Folder renamed!"]

"Now, transfer all the meditation technique information from my mind to this folder."

["Information successfully transferred!"]

I crossed my arms, staring at the digital void surrounding me. "Now, based on this information, create holograms of myself and begin practicing the technique, following the step-by-step instructions."

The laboratory began to vibrate, and identical holograms of myself appeared all around. Each one sat in a lotus position, crossing their legs and closing their eyes. I observed closely as they began their practice.

The elemental meditation techniques, as the name suggested, were basic practices for acolytes. They vaguely resembled the Buddhist meditations from my previous world, but here, there was a supernatural element that made them unique.

Each hologram was attempting to create magical codes in their hearts. The veins connected to the organ needed to be filled with magical letters, as if intricate runes were being carved into living flesh. The more precise and numerous the codes, the more energy the heart could generate, transforming it into a sort of magical battery.

The practice was divided into four levels:

Level 0 Acolyte – The ability to study magical letters.

Level 1 Acolyte – Inscribe 10 magical codes in the heart, transforming it into a small magical energy battery.

Level 2 Acolyte – Etch 20 magical codes into each hemisphere of the brain, turning it into a second battery.

Level 3 Acolyte – Inscribe magical codes into all the bones of the body, along with other unclear requirements.

The speed and precision required to inscribe these codes depended entirely on the acolyte's talent. This explained why individuals with greater aptitude progressed much faster. I observed the holograms attempting, failing, some even suffering severe damage from inscribing incorrect codes without the necessary precision.

An acolyte with a sun-level talent could reach Level 1 in just five or six days. A moon-level acolyte would take 15 to 20 days. Acolytes with three, two, or one-star talents would take progressively longer, even several years.

As I watched the holograms, the complexity of this technique became increasingly clear. I understood why instructors so heavily favored talented acolytes—guiding someone with superior aptitude was a unique opportunity to shape a powerful mage in their own image.

"Do these rules apply to me? Hahaha!"

Without hesitation, I moved my hand to the side, and the holograms disappeared like digital dust. I closed my eyes briefly, reflecting on the mediocrity I had just witnessed. "Practices designed to accommodate mediocrity… what a waste."

I opened my eyes and, with a clear voice, issued the next command:

"Rewrite this meditation technique using my magical literacy, which is stored in the Magical Alphabet folder."

["Beep!"]

["Executing command..."]

Before me, the virtual world erupted into activity. Lines of code intertwined, data floated, and holographic diagrams formed and vanished as the laboratory processed the task. I crossed my arms again, allowing a cold smile to surface.

"Only a fool would practice this mediocre technique. It was designed so that any idiot could understand it, but I'm not just anyone. With the magical letters and numbers I've perfected earlier, this technique can be entirely transformed."

My reasoning was clear: precise and complex codes would yield far superior results, even if they were impossible for other acolytes.

After a few minutes of processing, the laboratory announced:

["Command completed!"]

["Technique successfully rewritten!"]

I smirked slightly, but I wasn't satisfied yet. "It's not over..." I murmured, raising my arms, palms facing forward.

"Now, based on the size and proportions of my internal organs, update this technique. Remove all standard information created based on the generic bodies of the mages who designed it."

["Beep!"]

The screens and holograms resumed their chaotic dance before me. I knew this step was necessary. Generic techniques might work for most people, but they would never reach their peak for someone like me. To maximize efficiency, my technique had to be tailored to the extreme—even to the exact proportions of my heart, brain, and bones.

After several more adjustments and refinements, the system announced:

["Technique refined and personalized successfully!"]

I extended my hand as if holding the very result in my grasp and issued another command:

"Save this information in the folder I created moments ago!"

["Information successfully saved!"]

Satisfied with the progress, I allowed the virtual environment to fall silent for a few seconds. I observed the void around me, but I knew what was coming next.

"Now, begin emulating this technique with holograms," I commanded firmly. "I want absolute perfection in the practice. I will accept nothing less. Emulate everything, record every error, correct every flaw. When I attempt this technique with my real body, I want it to feel as if I've walked this path thousands of times."

["Beep!"]

The void of the laboratory trembled. Thousands of holograms began appearing in every direction, each one a version of myself. Each hologram sat in a lotus position, eyes closed, but their movements were meticulous and varied, exploring different ways to apply the technique.

I watched as holograms failed, some disintegrating into digital dust as errors were corrected. Every trial and error was a step toward perfection. The practice was relentless, and the laboratory recorded every improvement with precision.

I crossed my arms, watching the organized chaos unfold before me. "No matter how long this takes here... When I leave this laboratory, my progress will be inevitable."

My eyes gleamed for a moment. "I am not like the others. For me, limits are merely suggestions."

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