Learning More

A month later

Zeal understood something. He realized that Asher was a dangerous human. The talent he displayed could be dangerous if guided in the wrong direction.

However, if directed down a good path, Asher could bring goodness into the world.

After finishing breakfast, Asher and Zeal faced each other in the garden.

"When it comes to magic, people often focus on flashy attack spells, but today, we'll practice support magic," Zeal smiled and said.

"Support Magic..." Asher mumbled. Although he used support magic to enhance his strength and defense, he hadn't practiced diligently since his stats were overwhelming.

"Support magic, in essence, boosts one's own or allies' stats. Novices can only slightly raise stats, but a master's support magic surpasses even attack magic," Zeal explained.

Asher nodded. In the game he played, many players reached top rankings with only support spells. A maxed-out support magic is powerful.

"How can one master it?" Asher asked. In a game, he knew, but this was the real world.

"The basics remain the same as attack magic. Envision it strongly—stronger, faster, sturdier, wiser," Zeal replied.

"Understood. I'll give it a try."

Asher activated support magic, imagining himself moving more powerfully.

"Yes, yes. Imagine even more," Zeal encouraged.

Continuing to solidify the image further with each overwrite of support magic, Asher envisioned not only enhanced strength but also strong defense. He imagined that even a giant bomb wouldn't harm him.

When he felt his strength had peaked, he shifted to envisioning faster movements. Likewise, he fortified his defense by imagining deflecting any attack.

With each activation, he pictured handling any spell with greater intelligence.

Exceeding the limits of support magic left his head buzzing—a kind of intellectual heat.

"Well done. Well done. That should be the limit for now. But as your body and mind adapt to this movement, you'll see further enhancements," Zeal said, again shocked by the speed at which Asher learned this.

"Now, onto learning teleportation magic," he suggested.

"I'm interested, but how do I go about it?" Asher's eyes lit up as he asked. Teleportation... Must-learn skill.

"Envision the place you want to go and concentrate on the image of moving there. Initially, you may only cover short distances, but with mastery, you can teleport anywhere you can envision. Start by teleporting right in front of you," Zeal said. Although there are many details about air, rocks, grass, and soil behind this, considering Asher's talent, Zeal simply explained the basics of teleportation magic.

Asher imagined the space in front of him, strongly picturing himself flying. In an instant, he felt a sense of levitation, having successfully moved a step forward.

While such success wasn't typically easy, the excessive support magic contributed to the accomplishment.

"You managed to teleport well. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Repeat it gradually, and you'll cover greater distances," Zeal advised.

"Yes," Asher replied, relying on healing potions as he continued practicing teleportation. The more he practiced, the more his heart beat in excitement. With the advanced spells, the teleportation spells, and many more things, this world has been like a game.

Asher felt that this new life was too much fun to live.

Two months later:

"Can you gather injured people at the church?" Zeal asked.

"Oh... I can," Drake nodded, "But why are you gathering them?"

"For Asher to practice healing magic."

"It's okay?" Drake asked, "Many only practice one type of magic, but Ash has already learned Attack and Support Magic. Is it okay to practice more types of magic?"

"It's okay. Asher's talent is more than enough to practice all four types of magic, and there are many who practice four types of magic. Your son is the same as them."

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"Now then, we've trained in attack and support magic up to this point, but today, let's practice healing magic," Zeal said after Asher practiced his teleportation and support magic for today.

"Practice healing magic even though we're not injured? So what's the plan?" Asher inquired.

"It's simple. Just head to where injured people gather."

"So, go to the clinic?" Asher suggested.

"The clinic charges for treatment. It's not good to take away their business. That's why the correct answer is the church. I've asked your father to arrange for gathering injured people in town. Get ready for it," Zeal said.

"I'll do my best."

Asher and Zeal boarded a prepared carriage and headed towards the church.

Upon arrival, they found many people forming a line.

The carriage slowly parked by the church's entrance, and as they disembarked, the priest who had assisted them during baptism welcomed them.

"We've been waiting for you. Today, you'll be providing free treatment to the injured. Thank you. Please come this way."

Following the priest, they entered the church.

The guided room was small but had a clean and tidy atmosphere.

"I'll provide advice, but I generally won't get involved. So, do your best," Zeal stated.

"I will," Asher affirmed.

Under the guidance of church staff, injured individuals were promptly ushered in.

Asher confirmed the injuries, envisioned how they could heal, and activated healing magic.

"Oh, the injuries are truly healing. Thank you."

He continued to heal one patient after another.

Most had minor injuries like cuts or sprains, allowing Asher to heal them quickly.

When unsure, Zeal offered advice, ensuring no one remained untreated.

The flow of patients temporarily ceased.

"Good work. It's modest, but we've prepared a meal for you. Please take a break and eat," the priest offered.

Asher focused on his work hadn't realized how much time had passed. Now that it was mentioned, he felt hungry.

"Thank you. I appreciate your offer," Asher responded.

Led by the priest, they left the treatment room.

The meal consisted of well-toasted bread and a vegetable-rich soup that had been simmered.

"If you'd like, here's some tea," a sister added, handing them herbal tea.

"Yes, it helps relax and alleviate fatigue," Zeal commented.

After enjoying the meal and tea, they returned to the treatment room to continue healing the injured.

By the time they finished attending to everyone, it was evening. They boarded the waiting carriage and returned to the mansion.