**Author's Note:**
I'm not entirely sure if I'll be able to fully explain why people in this unnamed world can use magic, but for now, you'll have to bear with the characters' theories. Since this is all from Chris's perspective after he arrived here, it might not be the actual reason. So, I hope you can keep an open mind. Also, I'm absolutely *not* writing these notes to pad the word count. Anyways, we're almost at the end of this auxiliary volume—just seven more chapters to go, and then we can dive into the main story.
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P.S. I'm terrible at fight scenes, so don't expect much. As for romance… let's just leave it at that.
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**Chris's Perspective:**
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Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night crying and bawling my eyes out. Don't mind me; I'm just a baby, and there's not much I can do about it. To cope, I've taken up meditation to focus my thoughts and keep my mind from wandering too far.
Recently, there's been good news and bad news. The good news is that I can finally feel the mana within me. The bad news? I can't sense any external mana sources. I know I shouldn't be greedy and should just be content with what I have, but… come on! I was ripped from my world and my life and dumped here. Ahem, don't mind the outburst. As a baby, I have little to no control over my emotions.
Wait, who am I even talking to? … Look behind you! What's that?!
**Chris used 'Topic Change.' Chris missed. And Chris missed his home too. I miss my home… 😭.*
Moving on, the mana in this world seems to reside in a separate but interconnected organ or structure within the body—or maybe it's like the dantian and meridians from those Chinese novels. Alternatively, it could be that people here have two overlapping body structures, allowing them to harness the extra element introduced to this world. Either that, or it's some kind of awakening system.. I hope this world at least has a scientific explanation for all this. Yeah, I'm talking to you, author. (*'Probably will,'* I mumble to myself.)
If I had a system, my magic stats would probably be 0.002. Wait, that's an improvement from yesterday's 0.001! That's good news, but I need to be careful about the amount of mana in my body. I don't want a mana explosion because it has nowhere to go. Imagine a balloon bursting—*shiver*. Yeah, definitely need to be cautious.
I think the maximum mana I can handle right now is around 0.1. Of course, this is all theoretical, so I can't assume it's accurate. It might also depend on the strength of the soul, which would completely dismantle my theory.
Oh, I just saw a bird. A huge, menacing one with grey feathers, green lining, red eyes, a purple beak, and brown talons. It looked poisonous, but I'm not sure—I'm just a baby, after all.
*Just for the well-informed, that was a tw**ty reference. But don't mind it. Forgive and forget the small details. No need to be so picky. Anyways, it's my choice, and I doubt anyone here will understand the reference anyway, so I'll humbly accept the role of its author, using the actual creator's name as an alias. I'm such a nice guy.*
Leaving that aside, I should mention one thing: I have no siblings here, and it's not as great as I thought it would be. I hope I get a younger sister before a brother. I don't want a brother who's close in age to me—those ones always seem to hate me for no reason. My cousin, who was eight months younger, and my younger brother, who's two years younger, were both repugnant. They never listened to or respected me, and I never understood why. Yeah, yeah, spare me the whole "respect is earned" lecture. You think I didn't follow that when my dad drilled it into me since childhood?
Speaking of childhood, I was quite the mischievous boy. I used to take my mother's money and slip it into my younger brother's bag before school. Naturally, he got caught when he tried to buy food with such a large amount. The teacher called my parents, asking why they'd given so much money to a five-year-old.
Yes, it was bad of me, but I just wanted to see what would happen. Predictably, my brother got scolded, but the way the teacher handled it was different from how she treated me. In my case, she accused me of stealing the money outright, without even asking my parents if they'd given it to me. I couldn't believe it—how did "my parents gave me this money" turn into "I stole it"? That's when my dislike for teachers started, and it only grew from there.
I used to love school as a kid, but my clashes with teachers turned me into a lazy, unmotivated student by the time I was 16. How that happened is a story I don't have the time or motivation to write.
*I'm such a cheat, I know. I didn't even elaborate and just gave a summarized summary of events that may have led to a negative situation.*
Moving on, the bird I saw earlier squawked loudly and flew away, startling me so much that I started crying. My mother appeared, calmed me down, gave me a bath, changed my clothes, and kept me close as she left the room with a slightly dark expression. I plead the fifth on this matter—though I'm not entirely sure what that means, so forgive me if I'm using it incorrectly. But again, who here would even understand it? *Haaah.*
A sigh said out loud—now that's bad. Anyways, this is an adventure I'll save for another day. For now, I'll enjoy my time here.
Till we meet again. *Asta la vista.* (Yes, that's a Term*nator reference. I'm sure you got it, but don't come back next time.) How about I leave you with a different reference?
*"Either you kill yourself within the next 30 seconds, or I kill you within the next 30 seconds."*
Wait, isn't that the same thing?
Yeah, that's the dialogue for you. Have a nice day, like the one I'm having. Also, don't think for a second I forgot about you, jug. I'll get you back.
For real this time, goodbye, and I hope to never see you again. Jokes aside, forget and be happy.
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