Chapitre 11: My Real Cheat Code In This World
The golden sunlight bathed the expansive fields as Adam's voice echoed across the open landscape. "Father! I brought your lunch!" he called out, his hands cupped around his mouth to amplify the sound.
In the distance, Adam's father, Ricky, straightened up from where he had been working in the soil.
A wide-brimmed hat shielded his face from the sun, though his warm smile was clearly visible even from afar.
He raised a hand in acknowledgment, his other hand gripping a spade caked with dirt. His loose clothing—a simple, light-colored tunic and trousers typical of the villagers—was streaked with mud from his work.
Despite the sweat on his brow and the dust clinging to his clothes, his demeanor was relaxed, almost cheerful.
Adam approached, the crunch of his footsteps muted by the soft earth beneath him. As he drew closer, Ricky's smile widened.
It was clear from the fondness in his eyes that he adored his youngest son. Like the rest of the family, Ricky had a soft spot for Adam, often indulging his whims and rarely scolding him.
But Ricky wasn't oblivious to the situation. Even before Adam reached him, Ricky could guess why his son had been sent out to deliver lunch today.
"Let me guess," Ricky said, his voice light with amusement. "You were at the cremation ground again, weren't you?"
Adam froze mid-step, momentarily startled. He quickly recovered, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I like it there," he admitted, shrugging. "It's peaceful."
Ricky chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned his spade against a nearby tree. "You're lucky your mother loves you as much as she does. Anyone else would have gotten an earful worse than what you got."
Adam couldn't help but smile at his father's teasing tone. It was a relief after the scolding he had endured earlier.
Ricky motioned toward the shade of the tree, and both father and son made their way over. Ricky lowered himself onto the ground, sitting cross-legged as he untied the cloth bundle Adam had brought. The rich aroma of cooked vegetables and warm bread filled the air as he opened the lunchbox.
Adam lingered a short distance away, leaning his back against the sturdy trunk of the tree. He watched as his father ate, his mind churning with thoughts.
They still eat on the ground? Adam wondered, his modern sensibilities kicking in. He glanced around the field, taking in the simple tools, the rudimentary irrigation system, and the lack of any advanced machinery. It's so different from Earth. Civilization here feels so far behind.
But another thought quickly pushed that observation aside, one that sent a spark of excitement through him. His eyes darted to the horizon, where the fields stretched endlessly under the warm sun.
What else can I do with my powers?
The discovery of his magical ability was still fresh, and Adam was itching to test its limits. A part of him hesitated. What if I overdo it and drain all my mana again? The memory of his earlier collapse sent a shiver down his spine.
But the thrill of exploration was too tempting to ignore.
Adam's gaze shifted to his father, who was quietly enjoying his meal. Ricky seemed entirely unaware of the storm of thoughts brewing in Adam's mind.
Maybe I should test something small… something simple, Adam thought. His fingers twitched slightly as he considered the possibilities.
That's when a realization struck him—something that made him pause.
Wait… my magic doesn't activate when I talk to other people. Why is that?
He replayed the moments in his mind, analyzing every instance when he had spoken normally without triggering any magical effects. The pattern was clear. It only happens when I use English.
The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. It's not my voice—it's the words I'm using. My magic is tied to the English language.
Adam's heart raced as the implications sank in. This was a breakthrough, a crucial piece of the puzzle that could help him understand and control his powers.
Eager to test his theory, Adam glanced around for a suitable target. His eyes landed on a small rock lying a short distance behind his father.
Keeping his movements subtle, Adam raised his hand slightly, pointing toward the rock. In the local language, he muttered, "Telekinesis."
Nothing happened.
His father continued eating, completely unbothered, as Adam frowned at the lack of results. He lowered his hand, his brow furrowing in thought.
So it really doesn't work in their language, he concluded.
Taking a deep breath, Adam raised his hand again. This time, he spoke in English, his voice steady but soft. "Telekinesis."
The effect was immediate.
The small rock behind Ricky began to tremble, then slowly lifted off the ground. It hovered in the air, spinning slightly as if caught in an invisible current. Adam's eyes widened, his breath hitching as he watched the phenomenon unfold.
It's true, he thought, a sense of awe washing over him. My magic is tied to English words.
The rock hovered for a few moments before gently lowering itself back to the ground. Adam let out a shaky exhale, his heart pounding with excitement.
This changes everything, he thought, his mind racing with possibilities. The advantage this gave him was immense. If no one else in this world could use English the way he did, then his magic was unique—something no one could predict or counter.
But his excitement was short-lived as his father's voice broke through his thoughts.
"What's going on?" Ricky asked, turning to look at Adam. His sharp eyes scanned his son's face, noting the faint flush on his cheeks and the way he seemed lost in thought.
Adam quickly schooled his expression into one of nonchalance, offering a small smile. "Nothing," he said, shrugging. "Just… thinking."
Ricky raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. Instead, he returned to his meal, shaking his head lightly. "You're quieter than usual today," he remarked. "That's not like you."
Adam chuckled nervously, leaning back against the tree. "Maybe I'm just tired," he replied, trying to sound casual.
Ricky didn't respond, his attention back on his food. Adam, however, couldn't stop the thoughts swirling in his mind.
This power… it's so much more than I expected. But how far can I push it? How much can I do?
As the midday sun continued to shine overhead, Adam sat in silence, his mind brimming with questions and possibilities. For now, he would keep his discovery to himself. But he knew that this was only the beginning.
And with that, the chapter came to a close, leaving Adam seated under the tree, staring out at the endless fields with newfound determination.
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End of Chapter Eleven
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