Master Belori looked at Minori, a trace of expectation flickering in his slightly clouded eyes.
Through the conversation between his disciple and Minori, he had realized one thing—this young man held a genuine interest in the art of scroll-making.
That alone was enough.
Being able to wield second-tier magic at such a young age, it was a certainty that Minori would reach third-tier magic eventually.There was even a considerable chance that he would ascend to the level of fourth-tier magic.
Teachers were always drawn to bright, promising students.
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"To create a magic scroll," Master Belori began gravely, "besides preparing the parchment, the key lies in the injection of magic into the scroll."
Minori leaned forward slightly, asking for clarification without hesitation.
Master Belori nodded approvingly. He clearly disliked unnecessary chatter.
He reached for the parchment scroll that the middle-aged magician had crafted, spreading it carefully on the table.
"In addition to making a scroll that can carry magic," he explained, "you must also enchant it properly."
At this, he spoke a single command.
"Magic Accumulation."
—Swish.
A layer of faint blue magical light shimmered across the surface of the parchment, like ripples over still water.
Without pausing, Master Belori lifted a finger and pressed it against the center of the scroll.As he injected magic, he said:
"The next step is to record the spell into the enchanted scroll.This requires precise control of your magical flow."
"Simply put," he added with a trace of amusement, "you must inject the spell exactly as if you were casting it normally—except without releasing it into the world."
"Stability and focus are crucial. A single mistake—and the scroll will explode."
Despite his words of warning, Belori's movements were smooth and casual, displaying no tension at all.
From the point where his finger touched the parchment, lines of magic energy unfurled, rapidly weaving a complex, self-forming pattern across the scroll's surface.
—
Minori's sharp eyes caught every detail.
This process...
It was entirely different from the method used in YGGDRASIL.
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In the Great Tomb of Nazarick, auxiliary production NPCs like Titus—the chief librarian of the 10th floor's Oldest Library—handled scroll creation.
Their method was straightforward:
Spend gold coins to imprint a magic circle onto a properly prepared parchment.
Absorb magic through the circle, allowing even the weakest artisans to craft scrolls—assuming they had sufficient materials.
In contrast—
Here in the New World, they enchanted the scroll manually and directly infused magic into it.
The difference was stark.
One was game-like, relying on system prompts and currency.
The other was organic, intricate, almost a form of ritual art—rooted in the rules of this world's magic.
—
Minori suppressed a sigh.
Hundreds of years had passed since the Six Great Gods arrived in this world.
It was not surprising that the humans of the New World had developed techniques independent of YGGDRASIL's game systems.
Still—this divergence carried profound implications.
As he continued to watch, Minori's heart suddenly trembled.
This feeling—
Magic Infusion?
He leaned forward slightly, focusing sharply.
Wasn't this similar to the passive ability known as Magic Infusion from the Magic Swordsman class in YGGDRASIL?
An ability that allowed magic to be infused into weapons or armor without releasing it into the environment.
—
With a faint flash of blue light,the scroll completed its transformation.
The parchment folded itself with a crisp snap.
Before Minori's eyes—
a second-tier magic scroll had been successfully crafted.
—
Master Belori remained calm, as if this display were utterly routine.From the messy pile of papers beside him, he retrieved a sheet filled with dense text and runes, placing it carefully on the table.
"Try it with this scroll," Belori said lightly.
—
Minori's eyes gleamed.
He picked up the newly-made magic scroll and crushed it gently.
A surge of blue light enveloped him—the scroll disintegrated into tiny motes of starlight.
The recorded magic activated.
—
[Uncover Magic]
Minori felt a sudden flow of information rush into his mind.
Though he could not yet read the complicated symbols on the paper, he understood instinctively—the magic had imprinted the meaning into his consciousness.
The text described a specific point in time, a record preserved through magic.
—
Master Belori observed Minori's reaction closely.
"The young man at the counter mentioned you sought a magic item capable of translating text," the master said mildly.
"Unfortunately, there are no such artifacts available here."
He smiled slightly, wrinkles deepening at the corners of his eyes.
"But I happen to have mastered a spell that deciphers texts."
"If you agree to become my disciple, I can teach you both scroll-making and this interpretation magic."
—
Minori glanced briefly at his status window.
[Skill Points: 44 → 42]
Two new skills had been recorded:Magic Accumulation and Magic Interpretation.
He then turned his gaze back to Belori, who waited patiently, silent but hopeful.
Perhaps misreading his hesitation, Master Belori pressed on.
"Albert offered to buy ten sheets of second-tier parchment for a silver coin," he said, snorting disdainfully.
"In truth, that price is far too low."
"That child plans to use your paper to pass my examination."
Belori's voice grew sharper.
He looked at Minori intently.
"With your papermaking skill—not inferior to mine—you could produce seven hundred sheets at a time."
"Every one of those sheets could become a magic scroll."
"You should know well," Belori continued, his voice gaining strength, "the value of a second-tier magic scroll."
"The profits aren't merely a few times the investment—they are dozens of times greater!"
—
"As long as you master scroll-crafting, just a handful of scrolls could earn you the wealth others labor for a lifetime to obtain."
—
Belori's voice rose with passion.
"With your talent, I am confident—within five years—you would become a master of third-tier scrolls."
"I would personally name you the youngest Fourth Scroll Master in the entire Re-Estize Kingdom."
—
Wealth.
Fame.
Power.
He offered everything.
No ordinary youth could refuse such a temptation.
The room fell silent.
The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air.
—
At last, Minori smiled faintly.
His answer was clear, his voice calm.
"I'm sorry."