Actually, specifically bringing out a high-level magic spell was also a little scheme of the Wizard mentor.
A high-level magic spell is impossible for any Wizard to learn within a month.
The human brain has its limits; even if one spends several days reading through this book day and night to understand it thoroughly, various unexpected situations will arise during the actual execution of the magic, leading to failure.
The existence of interference like the environment and state makes the casting of magic full of variability.
This is why a Wizard spends their entire life focusing on just one field of study as their research direction.
Unless this guy isn't human at all.
A simple test, yet Tissaia's heart was filled with contradiction; on one hand, she hoped Asa would behave more normally, but on the other, she hoped he would be as supernaturally gifted as she suspected.
Extraordinary people do extraordinary things; perhaps this black-haired man would bring different changes to the current Wizarding World.
The current Wizarding World seemed quite dull.
Suddenly, there was a movement in the room; Tissaia sensed a disturbance in magic power.
"What is he doing? Why has he suddenly started experimenting?"
Three minutes ago, on Asa side, the Wizarding World fell into a gray freeze-frame.
When Asa opened his eyes again, he had returned to the 2077 World, in a cheap apartment in the H6 Megabuilding.
He was back.
Speaking of which, among the many worlds Ciri had traveled, she had visited the 2077 World once, and later in a conversation with Geralt, she said, "There were houses made of glass, people had metal in their heads, and they used things like megascopes to wage war from afar. There weren't even horses; people rode in flying ships."
Obviously, that was the Cyberpunk world.
And in the Corpo path opening of the 2077 World, there was a magazine from The Witcher 3 featuring Ciri in V's drawer.
The two worlds are connected; so if the Wizarding World is paused, what's going on with this world?
Additionally, based on calculations, the time Ciri appears might be a few years before the plot begins.
Maybe he really could meet her.
In Night City, of course.
As it happened, Asa was actually tired of staying in Atlanta; it was lifeless here, lacking the vitality of the residents in Night City, where the first greeting citizens gave each other was to insult the other's mother.
Farewell, Atlanta.
On the second day after returning to the 2077 World, Asa bought a plane ticket to Night City.
It wasn't that there were no tickets to Night City, but one side of Night City was the sea—the polluted Pacific Ocean—and to the east were the Badlands, the territory of Nomad families and the Wraiths.
Perhaps Nomads were a tiny bit better than gangs, but in the eyes of tourists, there wasn't much difference between the two; very few vehicles directly crossed the Badlands.
It was either by plane or by rail.
Otherwise, it would have been no problem to grind some experience points along the way.
Night City was once part of the territory of the United States, but after the failure of the Unification War, Night City became completely independent, a lawless zone.
Here, one could see the confrontation between the two weapon-manufacturing giants, Arasaka and Militech. Besides these two, other megacorporations from various industries were rooted here: Kang Tao, SovOil, Biotechnica, Petrochem, Zetatech...
Traveling from Atlanta to Night City also required a visa.
Fortunately, he had money; as long as you have money, someone will handle everything for you, and they'll do it beautifully.
"I like this world."
Having obtained legal documentation for investment and tourism in Night City, Asa took a plane to the City of Freedom on the West Coast.
The distance wasn't far; it would take about two hours to reach Night City International Airport, located on the Coronado Bay south of Night City.
In his spare time, while admiring the scenery outside the window, Asa casually opened the Wizarding World magic book Dragons Breath.
A thick book documenting how a spell is formed: from its design concept to how to communicate with the fire element, gather it, shape it into the desired form, constrain its shape to keep it stable, until the final release.
And Dragons Breath, as the name suggests, refers to mimicking the flames of a dragon.
After a sorcerer uses Dragons Breath, they can gather high-temperature flames over 5 meters long and 1500 degrees Celsius to continuously burn the target area.
The starting requirements for high-level magic are equally ridiculous; Asa estimated that it would require at least 5 points in the Spirit attribute to cast it once.
On Asa panel, his 3 points in the Spirit attribute looked particularly pathetic.
magic power does not exist in the 2077 World; obviously, he cannot rely on magic power within the 2077 World to increase his attribute cap.
Then what about the Hell World?
The guess was quickly overturned. He took some time to return to the American Horror Story world to have a small gathering with samanatha, but even in a world where gods and hell exist, Asa still couldn't communicate with magic power in any form.
It wasn't that magic elements didn't exist in the Hell World, but that they were ridiculously lazy.
Perhaps it was a change in talent, or perhaps the inertia of the magic elements themselves in that world; Asa found it difficult to mobilize them. It was like how after Ryoko eats and drinks her fill and lies down to die suddenly, she can only be moved with a crane—Asa had no way to communicate with them, and naturally, he couldn't rely on them to expand his cap.
As expected, he still needed to solidify this magic talent as soon as possible; perhaps in the future, he could even practice in the Hell World.
Anyway, since he couldn't practice in either world, Asa returned to the 2077 World. While sitting on the plane, he looked at the book in his hand. He would finish reading the magic tutorial first.
Asa ancient reading method quickly attracted the attention of others in the cabin.
These days, most people on planes choose to sleep, read the contents of a datashard, or put on a braindance to experience something else on the flight.
This image of spreading out a book and reading seriously didn't make others think of words like "hard-working" or other positive terms; there was only one word: pretentious!
Other passengers: sleeping, jerking off
Asa: flipping through a book
It's just... [facepalm laugh]
That was probably the reason.
"Nerd."
Anyway, in the cabin, a buzz-cut youth muttered under his breath, drawing deliberate laughter from two or three people nearby.
"No, man..."
Asa helplessly closed his book and turned his gaze toward the young man who had laughed deliberately.
Looking at the inexpensive Cyberware on his body and his youthful face, he was clearly a minor.
When the minor felt Asa gaze, he glared back fiercely and said unyieldingly:
"What are you looking at? Yellow monkey."
The locals don't seem very friendly.
"It seems your mother didn't teach you how to be a proper person, or rather, you didn't have a mother to teach you how to be polite?"