Asher paused, considering the idea. The thought of shaping oneself to fit magic felt both freeing and dangerous. He couldn't imagine the kind of control it must take.
"I get how that could make soone stronger," he said, thinking aloud. "But it sounds like a lot of work. Your magic circuits are so different from mine. How did you get to this point?"
"It wasn't easy," she replied. "It took years of study and experintation. I had to reshape my circuits, build them from the inside out, until they beca... well, what you see now."
"But isn't it dangerous? In the book, you said there's a 99.99% death rate. How did you co up with those numbers? If you're fine now, it ans you succeeded in one go, or you wouldn't be sitting here."
"Did I ever say I succeeded on my first try?" she raised an eyebrow.
"What do you an?" Asher asked, confused.
She let out a soft laugh. "I failed 4,257 tis before I succeeded."
"What? But didn't you say failure ans death? Or do you have a way to cheat death?"
She shook her head. "Did you forget what I told you before?" She paused, letting her words sink in.
Asher recalled their conversation, and it hit him. "The void? You used its reset function?"
Her smile widened. "Correct. I used this place to create the Perfect Magic Body. It's not even an exaggeration to say this is the only place it can be done."
Asher was impressed by her innovation. To think she would use the special law of the void to create sothing impossible in the real world.
This also answered one of his questions: the reason he had been able to regenerate before was that the Void had reset his body.
"Please teach . I want the Perfect Magic Body too," he pleaded.
What he had experienced made him painfully aware that without enough strength, everything could be lost. He didn't want to feel weak and hopeless again.
He knew asking her this was a lot, considering the effort she had put in; it felt like he was trying to cheat his way through.
Before he could say more, she answered. "Sure, it's not a big deal."
"Really?" he asked.
She gave a small nod, her expression calm and reassuring. "Yes, I believe you have the potential. But you need to learn the fundantals first. Only then can you attempt it. Skip that part, and you'll fail, no matter how much you try."
"How long do you think it will take?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. He wasn't planning on giving up, but he needed so sense of how long it might take.
"I won't answer that. It will only make you impatient. If you're serious, you'll just keep studying."
Asher took a deep breath, understanding her ssage. It was about commitnt—the willingness to dedicate himself fully, no matter how long it took.
"I get it," he said, a sense of clarity washing over him. "I'll keep going, no matter how long it takes."
"Good." She nodded in approval. "That's the mindset you need to succeed. Don't worry, I'll be here to guide you every step of the way."
With a new goal in mind, he dove deep into his studies.
In the quiet, endless emptiness of the Void, ti beca hard to track. He knew he couldn't let ti slip by unnoticed. He needed to asure his progress.
So, he found an old clock in the house. It wasn't fancy, but it helped him stay grounded and focused.
Each day, he tracked the passing hours, marking milestones in his training, pushing himself deeper into uncharted territories of magic.
There were days when frustration gnawed at him, when the topics were too complex, the concepts too abstract.
But she was always there, guiding him, offering insight, and gently nudging him back on the right path whenever he faltered.
"Focus on the fundantals, Asher," she often reminded him, her voice calm. "Master the basics, and the rest will follow. You can't skip ahead."
At first, it felt like a slow grind—long hours spent perfecting simple spells and reworking them in his mind.
But he found himself growing. The more he studied, the more intricate his understanding of magic beca.
Not only that, it also helped that she beca his emotional support.
She visited him from ti to ti, talked to him, played gas with him, and sotis they even gardened together.
The passing of ti beca more bearable. They both found comfort in each other's presence, and he was glad to have t soone like her.
She might be childish at tis, but she was also very thoughtful and refreshing. Her innocence made him feel at ease.
One day, he found himself in the kitchen with her. He didn't hesitate to join her—preparing food was a small break from the constant studying, and it had beco a routine between them.
She started preparing, slicing vegetables and adding flavor to the soup.
Though less skilled in the kitchen, Asher enjoyed the simplicity of the task. It wasn't just about the food—it was the ti they shared, side by side.
"You know, this is the only ti I really feel like I can breathe. I'm very lucky you found ," he broke the silence as he chopped a cucumber a bit too fast.
Index smiled and shook her head slightly, her eyes softening.
"I'm the lucky one," she murmured, a hint of embarrassnt in her voice. "I've been alone for so long. Having soone to talk to... I don't take that for granted."
He paused, aware of the struggles she had faced, even though she rarely talked about her past. In that mont, it felt like she was revealing a part of herself she usually kept hidden.
"Index," he called out.
She turned to him. "What is it?"
Asher took a deep breath, stepping closer. "I like you," he confessed, his voice low but clear.
"I like you too," she answered, but there was no romantic feeling behind it.
"No, I don't an it like that," he sighed.
She was too innocent, so unaware. Instead of trying to explain further, he leaned in and kissed her gently. Her lips were soft against his, and he felt intoxicated by the taste of her saliva mixing with his.
"Asher..." She wanted to speak, but he silenced her with his tongue.
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And when she tried to push him, he didn't let go. He held her close, knowing he was being more forceful than intended, but unable to stop. His feelings had grown too strong to ignore.
This wasn't just fleeting attraction—it was sothing deeper than he had ever felt before, even with Lucy.
He continued to explore her mouth, gradually deepening the connection until she gave in and allowed him to lead.
Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him closer.
The intensity of their kiss grew, and slowly, he guided her toward a table. He then grabbed her waist and gently laid her down on the surface.
"I'm sorry… I can't control myself anymore," he apologized, aware that he was taking advantage of her kindness.
Index forced a smile and gently cupped his cheek with her trembling hands.
"It's okay... You can use ." she said softly.
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