There's a certain thrill that comes with knowing you're not bound by normal magical limitations.
No mana limits.
No fatigue penalties.
No cooldowns.
Just raw, endless energy.
It's not just a broken system—it's a cheat code.
And today… I was going to abuse it.
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It started during one of our family outings on the farm.
I was strapped to my mother's back, snug and cozy, when a giant radish—yes, an actual, walking, screaming radish—charged at us on root-like legs.
The thing was over a meter tall, with leafy green sprouts for hair, beady eyes on its white body, and a mouth. A mouth that actually screamed.
"GYAAAOOO!"
I blinked.
Even in my past life, I'd never seen anything quite this ridiculous. It looked like a cross between a vegetable and a panicked toddler.
But to my surprise, it wasn't running away—it was charging directly at us.
Perfect.
Time to see just how far my fire magic had come.
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I raised one tiny hand and activated Ember.
Then again.
And again.
And again.
Over a hundred times.
Flame after flame flickered into existence, a hundred miniature orbs of fire forming like sparks around my arm. My mana control was sharper now. Tighter. More stable.
The fire gathered, fused, and spiraled outward.
FLASH!
A two-meter-wide fireball roared into existence—larger than anything I'd ever created before.
I grunted—a baby's attempt at a battle cry—and hurled it forward.
"BAH!!"
FLAAAASH!!
The fireball sailed through the air like a miniature sun, homing straight for the screaming radish.
"GRYEGH?!"
BOOOOOM!!
Direct hit.
Ash and smoke billowed outward as a shockwave knocked grass flat. The flaming sphere exploded across the target in a brilliant blaze of red and gold.
Dead.
Just like that.
Or so I thought.
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"Oh! Amazing, Leon!" Mother clapped proudly.
I puffed out my chest. Rightfully so.
"It's still not dead, though," Father added casually.
Wait, what?
From within the smoke, a singed but still-moving radish groaned and stood back up. Half-roasted, but very much alive.
"GYEGYEHH…"
This thing had just taken a two-meter fireball to the face and shrugged it off.
What the hell was this world made of?
I looked up at my parents—neither of them made a move.
I see. A test.
They were leaving this to me.
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"GRYEEEEE!"
The radish shrieked and then began… casting?
Suddenly, spikes—thin, wooden ones—sprouted from the dirt and fired toward us like arrows.
Spells. The radish was using spells.
I narrowed my eye and focused.
Barrier. Come on… visualize it…
Ember. A hundred times. Again.
But this time, instead of a singular blast, I concentrated on shaping the flames—forming a circular wall of rotating embers.
Mana Usage—activate!
The flames responded instantly.
FLAAASH!
Tiny fire orbs spiraled into a protective dome. I focused harder—pouring mana into the shape, reinforcing it. The fire wall thickened, grew brighter, then stabilized into a fire barrier.
"Ooooh! A fire barrier!" Mother gasped from behind.
"BUUUH!" I cried, proudly.
Just in time.
CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
The radish's wooden spikes slammed into the barrier. Each hit cracked it slightly—but none broke through.
My first defensive spell. A success.
The radish scowled at me, genuinely pissed off.
It growled and started charging again, large root-like legs preparing to stomp me into paste.
Oh, no you don't.
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This time, I wanted to try something new.
A whip.
Fire, once again. Ember, over a hundred times, spiraling into a singular motion. A twisting, undulating flame.
I grasped it with my tiny hands, molding it into the shape I wanted.
WHIP.
"Ember, Ember, Ember—come on, shape, stabilize…"
A rope of flame emerged, solid and burning bright.
As the radish leapt at me, I lashed out—
CLAAAASH!!
The whip wrapped around its body in midair.
"Grryegh?!"
It panicked, flailing.
"Gotcha!" I smirked.
"Oooohoo!" Dad laughed. "A fire whip! Nice control, Leon!"
"Now slice it into grilled pieces, sweetheart!" Mother added, way too enthusiastically.
Alright. No pressure.
I reinforced the flame whip with more mana, causing its brightness to spike. I tightened my grip, compressing the flames—
"GREEEEEEGHHHH!"
The radish shrieked as the fiery threads cut through its body.
SPLAT! BOOM!
The whip exploded in one final burst of fire. The impact sent the charred remains of the radish flying across the field.
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I stood there—barefoot, tiny, and victorious—within a shimmering safety barrier my mother had cast just in case.
Turns out, I was never in danger. They had let the whole thing play out as a test. They watched every move. Every flicker of flame.
"Incredible work, Leon," Mom praised, lifting me up. "Your control has improved again."
"Outstanding," Father nodded. "To think you're only a few months old."
I reached out to him, muttering, "Dada!"
He laughed and picked me up with pride.
"You like spending time with your old man, huh?"
I nodded.
"Then come on. Let me show you the rest of the farm."
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The tour was… eye-opening.
This farm was nuts.
We passed:
Red carrots with glowing eyes.
Rainbow-colored tomatoes that hissed when touched.
Golden apples that looked like they belonged in a treasure vault.
And a spring of sparkling, glowing water—The Spiritual Spring Fountain, they called it.
Apparently, some of the baby food I had been eating was made from these mystical crops.
No wonder I felt stronger after every meal.
According to my mother, now that I had consumed dragon heart, it was safe to start giving me stronger magical fruits. Things like Eden Apples, Nirvanic Tomatoes, and Ambrosia Fruit.
I couldn't tell if I was in a fantasy farm… or an alchemist's dream pantry.
"I wan!" I pointed toward a golden apple.
Father chuckled. "You don't even have teeth yet."
"Wuuh…"
Mom stepped in. "Don't worry. We'll grind it into baby food. It'll enhance his magic power further."
How casual.
In this house, feeding your baby rare mythical fruits and monster meat was just… part of the routine.
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