Suspended in the air before Harry, the rewards floated in a slow, silent orbit, each radiating a presence entirely its own.
The Sling Ring hovered closest to him. Unlike an ordinary ring, it possessed a rectangular metallic face, smooth and ancient, etched with faint, circular sigils that seemed to shift when viewed from the corner of the eye. Two narrow openings extended from its lower edge, designed to fit across two fingers rather than one, giving it a strange, almost architectural elegance. The metal carried a worn bronze sheen, as though it had passed through countless hands and eras.
Beside it spun the Compass of True Desire. Its lid was slightly ajar, revealing a glass face beneath which the needle turned lazily—never settling, never pointing north. The brass casing was scratched and dulled with age, its edges nicked and uneven, yet unmistakably well-loved. Strange markings circled the rim, faint and half-erased, as though even the compass itself resisted being fully understood.
The presence of Greed dominated the space.
The long black sword floated upright, its cross-shaped hilt stark and severe. The blade drank in light rather than reflecting it, its surface matte and endless, like a void given form. Subtle, jagged lines ran along its length, pulsing faintly as if something alive stirred beneath the steel. The weapon radiated a cold, oppressive gravity that made the air around it feel heavier.
The Serpent Breathing Manual drifted nearby, its thick cover bound in dark leather. Intertwined serpent figures were embossed across the surface, their scales raised and textured beneath the fingers, their eyes set with tiny emerald inlays that glimmered faintly. The edges of the pages were tinged green, and when the book shifted, a whisper like a hiss seemed to echo softly in the silence.
Three slender vials hovered together—Felix Felicis. Each vial was filled with a glowing golden liquid, viscous and luminous, as if liquid sunlight had been captured within glass. Tiny sparks drifted through the potion, rising and falling slowly, giving the illusion that the liquid was breathing. The glass itself felt warm to the eye, comforting yet dangerous.
A small crystal sphere, no larger than a marble, floated with serene grace. This was the Frostwing Owl Bloodline—a perfectly smooth orb glowing with a soft blue hue. Frost-like patterns crawled endlessly across its surface, forming delicate wings and feathers that dissolved and reformed in hypnotic cycles. A faint chill radiated from it, frosting the air around it without melting or fading.
Finally, there was the Spellweaver Ring. It commanded attention without motion.
Forged from darkened metal, its band twisted like interlocking thorns, sharp and elegant, coiling inward toward a faceted black gemstone set at its center. The gem absorbed light completely. Crown-like spikes rose from the setting, lending the ring a sinister yet regal aura—as though it belonged not merely to a spellcaster, but to a ruler of magic itself.
A soft chime echoed in Harry's mind once more and a translucent panel unfolded before his eyes, lines of text forming one after another as the system began listing the details of his newly acquired rewards.
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1. Sling Ring (Marvel):
A spatial artifact capable of opening portals.
Limitation: Portals may only be created to locations the host has personally visited. Portals are stable, precise, and free from spatial backlash.
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2. Compass of True Desire (Pirates of the Caribbean):
A mystical compass that does not point north, but toward the host's truest desire.
Usage Limit: Three times per day.
Curse: If the host ever betrays the compass, it will unleash the host's most feared nightmare upon them.
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3. Greed (Replica – Berserk of Gluttony):
A sin weapon forged as a partial replica of the original.
Available Forms:
• Sword
• Shield
• Bow
Though incomplete, it still carries the essence of the Sin of Greed.
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4. Serpent Breathing Manual (Demon Slayer):
A complete cultivation manual containing all known Serpent Breathing techniques.
Includes:
• Detailed breathing methods
• Combat forms
• Insights, corrections, and advice left behind by previous users
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5. Felix Felicis:
A potion that temporarily boosts the host's luck to extraordinary levels.
Side Effects:
• Heightened joyfulness
• Increased unpredictability of behavior
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6. Frostwing Owl Bloodline:
A crystallized bloodline essence.
Usage: Must be fed to a compatible creature to grant it the Frostwing bloodline.
Note: This bloodline is not intended for the host.
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7. Spellweaver Ring:
A high-tier magical artifact designed to guide and refine spellcasting.
Effects:
• Faster spell casting
• Increased efficiency and control
• Reduced mana waste
Additional Function:
• 1 km³ storage space
• Can store non-living objects only
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As the final line faded, the panel dissolved into motes of light. Harry leaned back slightly, emerald eyes narrowing as he absorbed every detail.
Harry hadn't expected this. As the glow faded and the descriptions settled in his mind, a faint crease formed between his brows. The rewards were powerful—undeniably so—but they were also… restrained.
The Sling Ring could only open portals to places he had personally visited, nothing like the unrestricted gateways he remembered from the Marvel films. The Compass of True Desire came with a curse and a strict daily limit. Even Greed, a weapon meant to embody excess itself, had been reduced to only three forms. Harry was somewhat was disappointed.
"I guess the Author don't want to make me into an overpower at the start" said Harry to himself laughing at his own thoughts.
Reaching out, Harry picked up the Sling Ring first. The metal felt warm, ancient, as though it remembered countless hands before his. He followed by grasping the Compass and then the three vials of Felix Felicis, their golden glow reflecting faintly in his emerald eyes.
"Store," Harry murmured inwardly, attempting to place them back into the system inventory. A sharp chime interrupted him.
[Notice]
System inventory can only store sign-in rewards that have not been withdrawn.
Once a reward is taken out, it cannot be returned to the system inventory.
Harry froze. Then he slowly exhaled. "So that's how it works…" he muttered.
The system wasn't a bottomless storage chest—it was a one-way gate. Withdrawals were final. Any item he chose to take out had to be carried, hidden, or managed by his own means from that point forward.
Harry decided not to hesitate any longer. If he was going to rely on these artifacts, he needed to understand them fully. He picked up the Spellweaver Ring and slid it onto his finger. The moment it settled into place, a sharp sting pierced his skin.
"—!"
A thin cut opened beneath the ring, and a single drop of blood welled up. Before Harry could even react, the dark gemstone pulsed—and the blood vanished, absorbed instantly.
Even with his Jade Serpent bloodline, his skin had been pierced. Harry's eyes narrowed. This ring… is no ordinary artifact.
As the gemstone darkened, a rush of information flooded his mind—clean, structured, instinctive knowledge. Spell pathways, mana flow optimization, casting vectors, storage access methods. It felt less like learning and more like remembering something he had always known.
To test it, Harry reached for the Sling Ring and the three vials of Felix Felicis. He tapped the Spellweaver Ring's gemstone lightly in their direction.
The space around the objects shimmered—and in the next heartbeat, they dematerialized, dissolving into motes of shadow and light.
Harry sensed them immediately. Stored. Within the ring's vast cubic storage, the items rested perfectly preserved.
Curious, Harry focused on the Sling Ring. A cluster of faint particles gathered in his palm. With a soft pulse, the Sling Ring materialized directly into his hand.
He smiled faintly and stored it again just as easily. Satisfied, Harry decided to test the ring's influence on spellcasting.
He raised his hand toward the Compass of True Desire lying nearby and spoke clearly, "Accio." The spell snapped into existence with effortless precision. The compass lifted instantly and shot toward him, landing neatly in his palm.
Harry blinked.
Before, summoning even small objects without a wand had required intense concentration and unstable mana control. Now, it felt as natural as breathing—no strain, no resistance.
So this is what spell optimization feels like. He opened the compass. The needle spun wildly for a moment before slowing… then pointing unerringly toward the Serpent Breathing Manual.
Harry chuckled softly. "Figures." Satisfied, he set the compass aside and opened the manual. This time, reading was different. Despite his enhanced Hypermind, the techniques demanded precision—breath rhythms, muscle tension, internal flow. It took him a full hour to finish, the longest he had spent on a single book since his transmigration.
When he finally closed it, Harry exhaled slowly. "This isn't knowledge," he murmured. "It's practice." He stored the manual within the ring and turned his gaze toward the next object still floating before him.
Greed (Image)
Harry reached out and grasped Greed. To his surprise, the sword was light—far lighter than its imposing appearance suggested. The balance was perfect, as though the weapon had been forged precisely for his hand. No resistance. No rejection.
Curious, Harry focused.
Bow (Image)
The black blade flowed like liquid shadow, the crossguard stretching and curving until it reshaped itself into a long black bow, sleek and elegant, its string humming faintly with contained power. Harry's eyebrows rose.
Shield (Image)
In an instant, the weapon expanded outward, hardening into a massive black shield, tall enough to cover his entire body. Despite its size, it weighed almost nothing in his grip, responding effortlessly to his movements.
"So it really is thought-based…" Harry murmured as he had thought.
Satisfied, he allowed Greed to return to its sword form and stored it within the Spellweaver Ring, the weapon dissolving into darkness as it vanished into storage.
His gaze then fell upon the final item—the Frostwing Owl Bloodline crystal.
He picked it up carefully. Cold seeped into his palm, not painfully, but with a deep, numbing chill. When he looked up, he noticed Hedwig staring at him intently. No—not him. The crystal.
Through Beastwhisper, Harry felt it clearly—anticipation, instinct, acceptance.
Understanding, Harry approached the owl and gently held the crystal out. Hedwig leaned forward without hesitation and swallowed the glowing orb in a single smooth motion.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then Hedwig let out a soft hoot… and promptly collapsed into sleep, feathers settling as her breathing grew slow and steady.
Harry's heart skipped. "Hedwig?"
He waited. No signs of distress—only peaceful rest, cold air faintly frosting around her wings.
Trusting the system, Harry carefully placed a blanket over her cage and let her sleep undisturbed.
Finally, he turned his attention inward once more. "Status," Harry said quietly. A familiar interface shimmered into existence before his eyes.
Most of the stats remained unchanged, exactly as they had been before. Strength, magic, intelligence—everything was familiar.
But something was new. A previously nonexistent tab pulsed faintly at the side of the interface.
[SKILLS]
Harry focused on it. The screen shifted showing harry his both skills and their description.
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•Auto-Equip (Passive Skill)
Rank: Rare
Status: Active
Description:
Automatically equips the most suitable equipment from the host's available items when entering combat, facing danger, or activating a compatible ability. Prioritizes survival, efficiency, and compatibility with the host's attributes. Equipment swaps occur instantly and do not interrupt spellcasting or movement.Can be overridden manually by the host at any time
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•Beastwhisper (Passive Skill)
Rank: Rare
Status: Active
Description:
Allows the host to understand, interpret, and communicate with magical and non-magical beasts on an instinctual level.Conveys emotions, intent, and basic thoughts rather than spoken language. Greatly improves trust and cooperation with beasts. Enables limited influence over bonded creatures
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Harry exhaled slowly. "Active skills… both of them and even Rare," he muttered.
Auto-Equip meant he wouldn't be caught unprepared in sudden combat—something he knew would be invaluable in the wizarding world.
And Beastwhisper… he glanced toward Hedwig's cage, where frost gently clung to the bars and knowing this world contains many magical creature he was happy for now with this skills.
A sharp chime rang out, snapping Harry's attention back from his thoughts. A translucent notification unfolded before his eyes.
[System Notification]
Yearly Sign-In Available
Would the host like to proceed?
Harry blinked, then smiled faintly. "Sign in." The moment the word left his lips, the air shimmered.
[Yearly Sign-In Completed]
Reward Obtained: Pokémon Egg]
For a heartbeat, Harry simply stared. "…A Pokémon?" he whispered. Then excitement surged through him, warm and uncontrollable. Who wouldn't want a Pokémon?
He immediately willed the reward into reality. A soft glow appeared beside his bed, and an egg materialized in midair before gently settling onto the mattress.
It was pale yellow, almost cream-colored, its surface smooth and faintly warm. Near the lower half ran a bold, jagged black pattern, unmistakably shaped like a lightning bolt, with a few small black spots scattered above it.
Harry's breath caught. His eyes widened, pupils trembling. "No way…" he murmured, voice filled with disbelief and joy. He knew this egg. He didn't need the system to spell it out for him.
Pichu. The pre-evolution of Pikachu. Then Raichu. One of his absolute favorites from his previous life.
For a moment, it felt like his heart was floating somewhere near the ceiling. Still, he opened the system panel, just to be sure.
[Item Description: Pokémon Egg]
A mysterious egg containing an unknown Pokémon.
Hatching Condition: Must be carried by the host
Requires approximately 3,000 steps of travel
Note: Egg will not hatch if left unattended for long periods.
The system didn't name the Pokémon. Harry didn't care. He already knew.
Cradling the egg carefully, he placed it beside his bed, making sure it was stable and safe. He adjusted a pillow near it instinctively, as if the egg could feel comfort.
"Don't worry," he said softly, almost unconsciously. "I'll take you everywhere." The room was quiet now.
Hedwig slept peacefully in her cage, faint traces of frost lingering around her feathers. The Dursleys were silent. The world outside was still.
Harry lay down on the bed at last, exhaustion finally catching up with him. His gaze lingered on the egg for a few seconds longer before his eyelids grew heavy and he drifted into dreams...