Chapter 7: Chapter 7
Wilfred opened his eyes to a very bright light hurting his eyes and then closed them again. Breathing was painful as well, a sharp pulsation spread throughout his chest with every inhalation. Feeling around him with his hands, he was laid down on a soft surface, likely a bed, and he could not sense anything else. Wanting to know how he was, he did a quick [Status].
Wilfred Lamarche [Lv. 3]
Health: 15/40
Mana: 5996/5996
Str: 4
Con: 6
Agi: 4
Dex: 4
Int: 45
Wil: 41
Wis: 52
Lck:???
Skills & Spells: [Analyze], [Wind Aura], [Construct Artifact],
Well, getting a beating gave me a level I guess. Maybe surviving the beating? No new spells or skills though.
Meekly, he tried calling out, but his voice was very weak. His eyes slowly adjusting to the brightness were finally able to open. He had not seen this room before. A small wooden desk was against the wall to the right, the door to exit the room next to it. At the desk was a single chair, unoccupied currently. To his left, a small window peered outside, it seemed like it was early morning, the sun being out partially.
From his experience of getting injured on missions, Wilfred diagnosed himself as having had a concussion, two broken ribs and some minor cuts and bruises. His jaw hurt real bad, might be broken but he had no knowledge on that department. Shortly after his self-reflection, a woman entered the room.
In her forties perhaps, she kept her black hair in a bun and didn't wear a mage robe but instead a white tunic. One thing that stood out in particular to Wilfred was the size of her chest. Even though he was only an 8 year old boy, a near 30 year old man still resided in that mind. There was something about women in uniform that had always pleased Wilfred. There was nothing like getting wounded in battle and then getting some soft care by a beautiful nurse. Seeing Wilfred had woken up, she went over him and started asking questions.
"Hey, good to see you came around. You were in a rough shape but nothing that would require healing magic. It's also best usually to have the patient be conscious when we perform healing."
She paused, waiting for Wilfred to say something. He was quite distracted though, the angle at which she was bent offered quite a spectacular view. When he realized he was staring, he nodded and she continued.
"Do you know where you are? Your name?"
Instinct took over, recalling his old world.
"My name is To--Wilfred. I think I may have suffered a concussion and broken ribs 6 & 5 on my right side. I am still combat ready. Am I still at the academy?"
"Now now, there's no need for combat. Yes, we're in the infirmary wing of the academy."
"It's used more often than you'd think." She added with a smile that could melt hearts.
"Do you recall anything from the incident? We found you on the ground in the early hours of the morning."
Wilfred thought back, trying to recall the moment when it all happened. One second he was walking back the next he was on the ground. He recalled..voices, and a blow to the head. Not much else. It must have been someone, perhaps another student. He decided to keep it to himself, saying he didn't recall what happened.
"Hmmm I see. Very well. Here you go then. [Partial Recovery]"
A soothing light flowed out of the nurse's hands and into Wilfred. At first there was a slight discomfort, but Wilfred then realized that his ribs had been repaired and that his mind felt clearer.
"That should take care of it. Be careful now." The nurse added.
"Thank you. I will."
Walking back to his room to get changed and clean himself, Wilfred thought about who would have done this to him. Clearly some were jealous of his privileges, it's not like he would have fit well with a bunch of 15 year old in a dorm type room though. The prime suspects were likely Hovard and his friends, the boys that spent most of their time doing practical magic. Sadly, Wilfred was not at that point yet. He could use his [Wind Aura], it boosted his agi and dex tremendously but it didn't help him offensively. Sometimes he'd use it when late for class but that was the extent of it.
Entering his room, Wilfred went to the small area past the bed, where a large wooden tub was filled with water to wash. He had found it hard at first, not having heated water anymore and bottled soap. After a quick wash and inspecting his body, not a trace remained that he was laying in a bed unable to move mere hours earlier. Healing magic was truly something. After changing into another outfit, a green robe once again, he headed off to the library once more, hoping to find some information on artifacts.
I need to bet that this will be big. Otherwise I'm looking at some very painful years ahead until I can actually learn some offensive magic.
The library was quiet once again with not even a Lucy in sight. Wilfred set out to the task of finding a book regarding Artifacts, combing every shelf in the south section. After almost an hour with no luck, he sighed from up high in the ladder, having done that section. There were still three more but the mere thought of going through all of those made him nauseous.
Looking around the library, Wilfred saw a new face. It was a student, likely first or second year tops, doing some reading at a table quietly.
I suppose I could take a break and go see him. I haven't really connected with any of my peers and it's better to have friends than enemies. I could also use his help to know more about the school and how things work. I believe we have exams soon and I don't know how to prepare for those.
Getting down from the ladder, Wilfred headed over to the boy's table and addressed him, trying to make small talk.
"Hey there. What are you reading?"
The boy put down his book and rubbed his eyes, stretching. He then looked up at Wilfred and was a bit startled.
"H-hey there. Oh, nothing much. I love reading about famous items and weapons, so I've been reading 'Gods & Artifacts Vol.3'."
Wilfred's eyes opened wide in amazement and then frowned. Of course he couldn't find it, someone else had it!
"I've been looking for that book for ages! Do you know much about artifacts?"
"A fair bit, why do you want to know?"
"Well, I've got this unique skill that no one knows what it does. It's related to artifacts though."
The boy's eyes lit up once recognition dawned on him.
"OH! You're that little genius kid right? Would you mind if I analyzed you? I just, you know, heard a lot about you. You can do the same to me too."
Wilfred nodded and both casted [Analyze].
Lucius Deparng [Lv. 6]
HP: 70/70
Mana: 298/298
Str: 12
Con: 11
Agi: 11
Dex: 10
Int: 14
Wil: 12
Wis: 12
Lck: 11
Skills & Spells: [Analyze], [Inspect], [Stone Fist], [Barrier]
Wilfred was the first to speak afterwards.
"Huh. So what's inspect? Also why doesn't your Barrier have a level, like Lucy?"
Meanwhile, Lucius was still looking at Wilfred's status.
"Wow. Some of your stats are off the charts. The Headmaster's still got you beat though. Oh, Inspect? It's a rare skill. Allows you to kind of do the same as analyze but with items. Really useful in regards to weapons and armor, for potions too now that I think about it."
Lucius then kept talking, leaving no room to Wilfred to talk.
"Who's Lucy? Most spells can be leveled up when practiced enough, they become stronger but there's also some requirements before it can level up."
Lucius then continued on before Wilfred got time to interject again.
"You know...I thought you'd be more snobby. It's not every day we get a genius at the academy. You seem alright though."
"Thanks, you too. Everyone's picking me on though, haven't really made friends here yet. "
"I mean, I'd be your friend. I'm also somewhat of an outcast type. Most people here come in order to be a Mage soldier. My family's more of a lesser noble one and I'd like to try and get into enchanting to make money for them. Making magical items you know. Speaking of which, artifacts are magical items created by the gods. There's not a ton of them but they're really powerful. They're not always what you'd expect either, not like a sword or a bow, but some weird items too."
Huh...Perhaps like items from my world? Would those qualify as artifacts in this one? Hmmm, well it's worth a try.
"And do you know how they make them? How would I use my skill?"
"Hmmm. No one's made any, that I know of anyhow. Try activating it like Analyze but also think of an artifact in your mind, what represents one for you, how it works and why it works."
What's an artifact to me? Hmmm...a gun would be great actually. It's very foreign to this world, might fit the criteria. Let's focus now; so it fires a projectile very fast using an explosion, black and metal, sight, trigger and clip.
"So let's try this, [Create Artifact]!"
A light blue magic began emanating from Wilfred's hands, creating shapes and settling into what appears to be a cylinder with a handle.
"Wow, it worked. This is a Beret--, actually, can you inspect it Lucius? I'm not quite sure what it is."
This would be a good opportunity to see what his skill does.
"Wow, I've never seen magic used like that to create something. I've heard about it being used.."
Wilfred interrupted Lucius with a wave of his hand and handed him the object. If he started talking, it would never end.
"Right, [Inspect]!"
[Artifact Weapon]
Beretta M9, Lv25
ATK: 215
DEF: 2
DUR: 15
Effect: Fires a pure magical bullet, non-elemental. Can fire 12 shots before you must recharge with mana.
Wilfred watched as Lucius's eyes grew wider and wider, almost bulging out of his head.
"Well?? Can you tell me what it says?"
"Ahh..wha...must be something wrong with my skill. It says the attack is 215 and that the weapon is lv25. But that's ridiculous, the most I've seen before, and that was in a book, was 450 attack for a sword supposedly made by the gods!"
Wilfred smirked and took the gun back, having a great idea.
"Come on Lucius, let's go take a walk outside."
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
Alteru
Alteru Had a hard time deciding between keeping the created artifacts just like they were in his world or have them be adapted for this one. I think it'll work better this way but I may also have something extra planned.
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