In this world, he would possess an army capable of flattening any guild or any monster.
“But don’t get ahead of yourself.” Paimon poured cold water on his thoughts.
“The Constellations only provide the ability to summon them.
Supporting their presence here will consume your own magic power.
You can think of them as Celestial Spirits that only you can summon.” Hearing Paimon’s words, Aether calmed down slightly.
But even so, at the thought of one day being able to fight alongside everyone from Teyvat on this continent, Aether couldn’t help but feel excited.
“Primogems.” Aether looked at the glaring [0] on the translucent panel.
Still need to grind.
He needed thousands upon thousands of Primogems.
“Don’t worry, take it one step at a time.” Paimon patted his shoulder.
“You’re already very strong.
You have Bennett’s fire, Eula’s ice, Xingqiu’s water, and Zhongli’s shield.
You can now trigger four types of reactions—Melt, Vaporize, Frozen, and Shattered—all by yourself!” Aether wasn’t as optimistic as Paimon.
He walked to the table, picked up the [sacrificial sword] blueprint he had just pulled, and glanced at the Dull Blade in the corner and the Iron Greatsword made by the blacksmith shop.
A problem had arisen.
Bennett and Xingqiu used Swords.
Eula used a Claymore.
Zhongli used a Polearm.
Magic could be switched instantly, but weapons could not.
In actual combat, he could indeed trigger various elemental reactions.
But facing different situations—for example, against enemies that required long-range harassment, a bow would be more suitable, while against enemies with strong defenses, choosing a greatsword to break their guard was the best choice.
He only had two hands.
Go out with three weapons on his back?
In a sudden battle, would he have to fumble with the straps?
Too slow.
In a fight between experts, being half a second slow meant death.
He had to solve the problem of weapon storage and instant switching.
In this world, there was only one best way to solve this problem.
The next morning.
Fairy Tail Guild hall.
There weren’t many people yet.
Laxus was absent.
Makarov sat on the bar counter, holding a cup of black coffee and reading a newspaper.
Aether walked to the bar.
“Master Makarov.” Makarov lifted his eyelids from over the newspaper and glanced at Aether.
“Your hand has recovered well.” The old man put down the newspaper.
“What, here for another quest?
You’ve almost cleared out all the low-level requests on the bulletin board.” “I’m not taking a quest for now.” Aether looked directly at Makarov.
“I want to learn magic.” Makarov raised an eyebrow: “Don’t you already have your own set of strange magic?
Ice, fire…
yesterday I even felt a heavy Geo element fluctuation in the back mountain.” “My magic has many properties.” Aether didn’t hide it.
“Different properties need to be paired with weapons of different weights and lengths to exert their maximum power.” Aether paused, stating the purpose of his visit.
“I want to learn The Magic of Re-equipping.” Makarov picked up his coffee cup and took a sip.
“The Magic of Re-equipping.” Makarov looked at Aether.
“Do you know what that is?” “A magic that stores weapons or armor in a different dimension and summons them at any time during battle.” Aether replied.
“Easier said than done.” Makarov snorted.
“That’s a branch of Spatial Magic.
It requires extremely high spatial perception and magic control precision.
Not many in the guild know this trick.” Aether didn’t waste words.
He raised his right hand.
A ball of fire ignited in his palm.
Immediately after, frost condensed in the center of the fire.
Ice and fire coexisted in his palm, not interfering with each other, forming a perfect balance.
Then, a stream of water swirled around the ice and fire.
Finally, a layer of ochre light enveloped the three.
Four completely different types of magic power operated steadily in Aether’s palm.
Makarov’s eyes widened slightly.
“As for magic control precision, I have no problem.” Aether withdrew his magic.
“As for spatial perception, how will I know if I don’t try?” Makarov stared at Aether for a full ten seconds.
The old man suddenly laughed.
“Interesting brat.” Makarov jumped off the bar and walked to the storage room in the back.
After a while, he came out holding a dusty, worn-out notebook and threw it onto the bar.
“This is a Spatial Magic journal left by a senior from the early days of the guild.
It records the basic theories of The Magic of Re-equipping and meditation methods for opening a personal storage space.” Aether reached for it.
Makarov pressed his hand down on the notebook.
“Don’t get happy too soon.” Makarov stopped smiling.
“Spatial Magic is extremely dangerous.
Forcing open a rift in space…
if you’re not careful, your spirit or body will be sucked into the Akasha and vanish completely.” Aether looked at Makarov’s hand.
“I understand.” Makarov let go.
“Practice in the back mountain.
Don’t cause spatial turbulence in the guild.” Makarov picked up his coffee again.
“I’ll give you one month.
If you can put this empty wine glass on the bar into your space and take it out again, I’ll formally teach you the advanced techniques.” “Thank you, Master.” Aether picked up the notebook and turned toward the door.
“Wait.” Makarov called out to him.
Aether stopped.
“Your magic…
is very pure.” Makarov looked at Aether’s back, his tone unreadable.
“But I can’t feel the’source’ of your magic.
Where on earth did you learn these things?” Aether was silent for two seconds.
“A place far away.” Aether pushed open the guild doors and walked out.
“But, one day in the future, I will bring them to this world too.” Aether muttered to himself as he walked away from the guild.
“I’m really looking forward to seeing that day.”