CHAPTER 3

"Pizza, burger, chicken, potato chips, ice cream... Yum, yum, yum," Harry muttered as he happily licked his ice cream cone in his dream. The cold treat felt heavenly on his tongue until...

Two glowing eyes appeared on the ice cream. "Young master, wake up. It's time for sword practice," a voice echoed.

Harry blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

The same voice began emanating from the burger, the pizza, and even the potato chips. "Young master, wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" The voices grew louder and louder, overlapping in a chaotic chorus until—

Harry jolted awake, groggy and disoriented.

A calm, familiar voice spoke beside him. "Young master, you must wake up. You have sword practice with Lord Lor. Please wash up quickly."

Harry sighed, realizing it was Maya, the family's attendant. "Ugh, it was you, Maya. Alright, give me a second. I'll be down at the training ground soon."

After washing up and throwing on his training attire, Harry made his way to the training ground, where his father was already waiting, standing tall and composed with his arms crossed.

Lor's sharp gaze met his son's. "Harry, you need to start waking up earlier. A warrior's discipline begins at dawn. From now on, you'll exercise for two hours daily before learning the basics of swordsmanship. Today, we'll focus on conditioning your body."

Harry sighed inwardly, thinking, Two hours? My best time in the gym back in my previous life was one hour! This is going to be brutal.

Still, he straightened up and replied, "Yes, Father."

Harry's 2-Hour Training Routine

The first hour consisted of running laps around the training ground, followed by push-ups, squats, and planks. By the end of it, Harry's legs felt like jelly, his arms were trembling, and sweat was pouring down his face. He gasped for breath as he collapsed onto the ground, staring up at the sky.

"Get up, Harry!" Lor barked. "The first hour was just a warm-up. Now you'll begin strength training."

Harry groaned but forced himself to stand. He picked up a pair of weighted bags and began lifting them repeatedly, alternating with resistance exercises designed to improve his stamina and core strength.

By the end of the second hour, Harry was sprawled out on the ground, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. His muscles screamed in protest, and he felt like he might collapse if he tried to move.

Catching his breath, Harry looked at his father. "Dad... I want a Blackstone pen."

Lor raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. "A Blackstone pen? What for? Do you plan to start forging already? You're far too young to have the knowledge required to make anything significant."

Harry shook his head. "No, nothing dangerous. I just want one. It's not like I'm asking for a sword or anything."

Lor sighed, crossing his arms. "Fine. I'll have someone bring one to your room later. But don't cause any trouble with it."

Harry's face lit up with excitement. "Thanks, Dad!"

Lor shook his head with a faint smile, watching his son leave the training ground, energy seemingly restored at the thought of his new toy. What is that boy planning now?

Exhausted from the morning's rigorous training, Harry barely managed to drag himself to his bed. His body ached in ways he didn't know were possible, and each muscle seemed to protest any movement. Without even bothering to change out of his training clothes, he collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

When he finally woke up, it was already afternoon. Groaning as he sat up, Harry felt like his entire body had been turned to stone. Every movement was stiff and robotic, his joints creaking like rusty hinges. If this is what it takes to be a swordsman, maybe I should reconsider, he thought wryly.

As his eyes adjusted to the light streaming through his window, he noticed a small, elegant box sitting on the table in his room. Curious, he shuffled over to it, each step a painful reminder of his morning training. Slowly, he opened the box and froze, his tired eyes lighting up at the sight of the item inside.

It was a pen, but not just any pen.

The pen was a masterpiece, radiating an air of royalty and sophistication. Its body was crafted from polished gold, intricately engraved with delicate patterns of vines and leaves that seemed to flow naturally along its surface. Tiny gemstones—rubies and emeralds—were embedded at the intersections of the vines, adding a vibrant touch of color.

The clip, shaped like the wing of a majestic eagle, gleamed as though it were freshly polished. The top of the pen was crowned with a miniature orb of pure Blackstone, its deep, shimmering black hue contrasting beautifully with the golden body. Beneath the orb, a subtle inscription in elegant script read: "Power forged through purity."

Harry turned the pen over in his hands, marveling at the craftsmanship. The weight was perfect—light enough to handle with ease, yet heavy enough to feel significant. At the bottom, where the nib would extend, was an additional band of Blackstone wrapped around the base, its surface carved with runes that glowed faintly in the dim light of his room.

"Wow," Harry muttered, his earlier fatigue momentarily forgotten. He twirled the pen in his fingers, grinning despite the soreness in his muscles. Dad really came through with this one.

Harry held the elegant blackstone pen in his hand, its weight giving him a sense of importance. He pulled out a scroll from the drawer, its surface crisp and blank, ready to be filled. Sitting down at his desk, he twirled the pen between his fingers and spoke, "X, you said I can make anything using blackstone, right?"

"Yes, Harry," X's voice echoed in his head. "As long as you understand how it's made down to its smallest detail."

Harry's eyes lit up with excitement. "So, does that mean I can even create medicine? Food? Things like that?"

"Yes," X confirmed. "If you have the knowledge of how it is made, you can recreate it with blackstone. This includes organic compounds like coffee seeds, provided you understand the chemical composition, cellular structure, and the exact process by which they grow."

"Perfect," Harry said with determination. He unrolled the scroll and smoothed it flat on his desk. "Alright, X, transfer all the knowledge of how to make smartphone into my head."

Harry unrolled the scroll, gripping his Blackstone pen tightly. "Alright, X, transfer all the knowledge on how to make a smartphone into my head."

A hum filled his mind as data flooded his brain—chipset architecture, motherboard circuitry, battery composition, operating systems, and even software integration. The complexity of it all would have overwhelmed an ordinary person, but Harry absorbed it with a sharp gleam in his eyes.

"It'll take time to build a complete smartphone," he muttered.

X chimed in. "Not if you sketch out all the components with the embedded knowledge of how they function."

Harry blinked. "Really? I thought I'd have to write down every single name, function, and working principle."

"Do you think the scroll can store that much information?" X replied. "Just draw the components while focusing on their functionality, and the Blackstone will handle the rest."

Nodding, Harry quickly got to work. His hand moved swiftly, guided by the knowledge in his mind. On the scroll, intricate diagrams took shape—

The motherboard, with labeled circuits connecting the CPU, GPU, RAM, and storage. A battery, detailing its lithium-ion composition and energy distribution. The display screen, complete with OLED technology and touch responsiveness. The camera module, with high-resolution lenses and AI-enhanced processing. A charger, ensuring efficient energy transfer. Software framework, outlining the user interface, security encryption, and wireless connectivity.

As he finished the last line, the scroll shimmered. The Blackstone pen glowed brightly, processing the intricate information. Mana flowed into the scroll, and golden sparks flickered as the components materialized in front of him.

Piece by piece, the smartphone assembled itself, guided by the detailed blueprints. The circuits linked, the screen fused onto the frame, and within moments, a sleek, fully functional smartphone lay on his desk.

Harry picked it up, eyes wide with amazement. The black and gold design radiated elegance.