Alex blinked and the world rearranged itself.
A breath ago, he had been standing in the alley behind the adventurer hall. Now he stood at the edge of a nearby window—no, not nearby at all, but impossibly high—perched on the narrow stone lip of a tower he did not remember climbing.
"Careful," said a voice.
Alex turned around and the Old man was there.
"Sir, what's happening a moment ago I was down there and that old shaman was kneeling...."
The old man watched Alex with a gaze both stern and unsettled.
"What do you mean by shaman?..."
Alex explains about the man that knelt down in front of him and what he whispers. Alex continued explaining however, the old man interrupt
"You look down and describe each person species"
Alex looked down and replied "All people down here are human"
Alex's answer put the old man into deep thinking.
The old man led Alex along a narrow trail that curled like a sleeping serpent around the side of the small mountain. The path was steep and uneven, cut into the stone by years of wind, rain, and forgotten footsteps. Tall grass whispered against their legs, and the air smelled of pine, damp earth, and something older—something that felt like memory itself.
At last, they reached the top. There, resting on a wide, lonely field, stood a single farmhouse.
It was the only structure for miles, surrounded by rolling grass that bowed gently as if in silent prayer. No fences marked the land, no animals grazed nearby, and no smoke rose from the chimney yet the house did not feel abandoned.
The wind fell silent, as if the mountain itself was holding its breath.
When they reached the door, the old man raised his hand and knocked once, slow and deliberate. The sound echoed across the empty field.
Nothing happened.
Alex wondered if the house was truly empty after all, but before he could speak, the old man knocked again. This time, the door shuddered faintly, and the carvings above it seemed to glow for just a heartbeat.
From within, footsteps answered—measured, slow, and deliberate.
The door creaked open.
The old man again asked, "Alex, first tell me what's her species?"
Alex looked at the person she was not young or old . Alex thought of her beautiful and gentle nature. Then replied "Human"
Both the old man and the stranger stared at Alex in shock.
After a brief silence, they led him inside the farmhouse. The interior was warm and modest, lit by the soft glow of an oil lamp.
She introduced herself.
"My name is Nari," she said gently.
The old man and Nari exchanged a silent glance, their eyes heavy with unspoken understanding. After a brief pause, they both nodded.
Nari stepped forward, her movements soft and deliberate, as if guided by an unseen rhythm. She reached out and gently took Alex's hands in hers. Her touch was warm and reassuring.
"Relax," she said in a quiet voice, almost a whisper carried by the air itself.
Alex felt a strange calm wash over him as Nari's fingers tightened ever so slightly around his own.
"Close your eyes… slowly," she continued.
As his eyelids lowered, the room seemed to fade, and the world around him grew still, as though magic itself was drawing a gentle breath.
She closed her eyes, letting the world fall away until there was only breath, pulse, and the deep listening silence of the earth itself. Her lips barely moved as she whispered,
"Mother Nature, grant me your power".
When she opened her eyes again, sight was no longer ordinary. The darkness shimmered and peeled back, revealing a second world layered over the first. Magic moved like light through water, like wind made of color. She looks at Alex.
"There was an ancient magic spell engraved in his right hand. Spell was mostly for protection. It shaped as a compass..."
Alex opens his eyes and feels that his mood has been lighter than before. The old man and Nari looked relieved. Then the old man asked Alex about the magic spell on his right hand Alex explained how Vardain Elsar put his cane and compass imprinted on his hand and disappeared.
The old man looked at his hand.
"Alex, we will be guiding you to utilize the power of this spell. It is very powerful and strong spell, but you have to fully accept that you're in another world."
Alex replied, "But I have accepted it."
"Really?.... Deep down, you're still hoping this is just a dream" said old man.
Alex turned away before the old man could say anything else.
"I need some time alone," he muttered, already heading for the door.
Outside, the air felt different—too clean, too quiet. He walked without a destination, an open field stretched out before his eyes. Tall grass swayed gently under a vast sky that looked almost unreal in its clarity. Alex lay down, hands resting on his chest, staring upward. The clouds drifted slowly, uncaring.
His parents' faces came to him, then his mother's worried smile, his father's steady voice. Memories rose all at once. His vision blurred. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and for a while, he didn't bother wiping them away. He cried quietly, letting the sound be swallowed by the open field. No magic. Just a boy. Eventually, exhaustion overtook him. His breathing evened out, and beneath the endless sky, Alex fell asleep.
When evening came and the sun dipped low, the old man noticed Alex hadn't returned. With a sigh, he stepped outside to look for him.
He found Alex in the field, fast asleep, tear tracks still faintly visible on his cheeks. The old man stood there for a moment, watching silently then wake up Alex.
They return and have dinner.
At midnight, Nari led them down a narrow, silver-threaded path where the air grew cool and damp, heavy with the scent of wet earth and moss. The moon hung low and pale, its light trembling across the surface of a near-silent lake. Mist curled above the water like drifting breath, blurring the line between sky and reflection.
At the lake's heart rose a single, immense tree, its roots plunging deep into the dark water as if drinking from the lake itself. Its trunk was vast and ancient, scarred by time, and its branches spread outward in slow, solemn arcs, blotting out the stars. Leaves whispered softly, though no wind stirred, and now and then a droplet fell from the canopy, sending fragile rings across the moonlit surface. Nari said that she asked mother Nature for help and she suggested this place for Alex to activate the spell. Alex sat down near the tree and closed his eyes. Both Nari and the old man are at his side to help him. Nari told Alex to only concentrate on the magic flow that they were guiding.
After some failed attempts, Alex was able to know how to do it on his own.
As Alex drew power from the spell, the magic did not rush into him like fire or lightning. Instead, it seeped in quietly, unfolding inside his mind like a long-forgotten memory returning home. The world seemed to pause as unfamiliar symbols, sounds, and meanings carved themselves into his thoughts. Knowledge that was never his settled into place with unsettling ease.
He gasped, clutching his head—not in pain, but in awe. Letters he had never seen before suddenly made sense. Words formed naturally, their shapes and meanings clear as if he had studied them for years. He knew how to read them, how to write them, how to bend them into sentences that belonged to this world. It was not merely language that the spell granted him, but understanding. Street signs, old manuscripts, whispered notes—none of them were mysteries anymore. The knowledge felt borrowed, yet complete, as though someone else's life had been gently stitched into his own.
When Alex absorbed the spell for the first time since arriving in this strange world, he could truly understand it.
Alex opened his eyes slowly, above him stood a beautiful elf lady, her emerald-green hair cascading like silk over her shoulders, shimmering softly in the glow of the room. Her eyes were kind. He was surprised to see an elf and cannot stop staring.
Old man said "It's rude to stare at a lady"
Alex apologizes and says it's his first time seeing an elf, so he was surprised; then he noticed that the elf looks like a Nori. He confirmed it.
Old man explains that's because of the mentality of not accepting reality and the spell is protecting your mind with illusion.
" It's was great spell now it's act as compass also as long so desire something with your heart it will guide to that direction"
Alex stretched his hand forward, fingers splayed as if grasping for something only he could see. The air around his palm trembled. Something flowed through him like a hidden current, warm and insistent, racing down his arm until his veins glimmered with pale blue light. The space above his hand began to distort, rippling as though the world itself were taking a breath. Threads of light gathered, twisting and weaving in slow, deliberate spirals. With a soft, chiming hum, the mana condensed, shedding sparks that drifted downward like falling stars.
From the heart of that glow, a magical compass emerged
"Magnificent" said Alex.
The old man and Nari are also captivated by the compass's presence.
Before Alex did anything he fainted and the compass disappeared. Nari takes some water from the lake and has Alex drink it. Alex's breath has calmed down and he fell asleep.
Early morning light seeped through the lattice of branches above him, thin shafts of gold cutting through the mist. Alex stirred, breathed slow and steady, and realized he was on a bed woven from leaves. They cradled his body with surprising softness, faintly warm, as if the forest itself had shaped them for his rest.
He sat up, running a hand through his hair. Fatigue—deep, bone-weary exhaustion that should have clung to him—was gone. In its place was a clarity so sharp it made his senses feel newly honed. His chest rose with a long breath, and with it came a strange awareness, subtle yet undeniable.
When he focused, Alex could almost see it—threads of shimmering essence drifting between the trees, sinking into the soil, rising again with the morning dew.
Mana.
The word surfaced instinctively, not learned but remembered, as though something within him had finally fully awakened.
Each breath drew that energy into him, warm and gentle, settling deep in his core. It didn't burn or overwhelm him; instead, it felt natural, as easy as breathing had ever been. The forest hummed softly in response, leaves rustling without wind, distant birdsong carrying a resonance that echoed through his bones.
Alex smiled.
After seeing the old man and Nari at the farmhouse, Alex now senses and can tell how much stronger both are compared to them; he feels like an ant. He told them about his experience with mana.
Then after eating breakfast he goes to the market where for the first time he can read and understand all the writing written there, also able to see different species other than humans.
Alex saw Elf, Dragonkin, Dwarf, Orc and other mixed species.