The rain hadn't stopped in three days.
Loir Vern hart, drenched and beaten, stumbled across the dead roots of an ancient tree. His cloak—once the pride of the House of Vern hart—was now nothing but a rag.
They had dragged him out of the manor like a criminal.
"You're no son of this house," his father had said.
"Born with mana but can't even light a candle. Disgrace." his brother smirked
He had begged. He had screamed.
And they had left him in the Wildwood to die.
he saw his mother crying, but that meant no change of heart for his harsh father.
Now, cold and alone, Loir collapsed beneath the gnarled, dry roots of the Cursed Tree, where no animals lived and even the air felt hollow. But as he lay there, his fingers touched something—paper.
Not a scroll. Not a tome. Books. Three of them, buried shallowly in the earth, untouched by mold or time.
"The C Programming Language: mana edition"
"Java: objectifying and conjuring mana"
"Programming Perl(mana version): reshaping and regulating mana"
> What… are these?
for Loir at first they looked like some worn out books.
He opened through their pages, expecting gibberish— at the end of the book of pearl, after reading through those words which he couldn't even pick up a grain, the three books started glowing and formed a circle around him.
he panicked.
And he was in a space where it looked like the time froze.
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A Being appeared—shaped like a man but made of golden circuits and floating syntax.
> "You are the anomaly the system has waited for," the voice said.
>"I am the Architect. These are not books—they are relics from another world where logic ruled people lived in peace. from that place these books was built, not gifted. Their languages failed here because this world rejected logic in favor of ritual. But you… you are logic-born in a ritual cage. like the previous owner".
>"the previous owner?"
>"yes, he was one of the grand mages of this world. its been long time so data of his name isn't available. you may call him with his code name rithe." The being said as Loir was looking his surroundings and finally turning to Loir.
>"don't ask..."the being cut him as he was about to ask him something. "as for the questions you want to ask you will get to know when you become strong enough to access the interpreter's archives"
>"interpreter?"
the being without answering his question took his hand.
The being placed a hand on Lior's head.
> "Let me update your system. Mana Interpreter initializing…"
Loir's vision lit up with glowing strings—syntax structures, logic gates, compiler warnings, type declarations. He fell backward as a magical IDE opened before his eyes. The rain paused. The world's mana, which had once ignored him, responded.
and he was sent back with a dimensional teleport
>"ahh!..that was rough you idiot being. is this how you treat your guests" Loir cursed
For the first time in his life he experienced this feeling and confused.
only thin air and rain drops resounded and answered his question.
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according to the instructions the interpreter system. He opened his hand and wrote a line in the air:
int light = create("flame");
cast(light);
A small flame flickered above his palm.
No chant. No wand. Just… code.
And Loir laughed—not because it worked, but because it shouldn't have.
He wasn't useless. He was something they'd never understand.
> "I'll write my own path. Line by line."
he said with a feeling of accomplishment.
>with the instructions of the interpreter system now he can reach what he couldn't before as Loir no 'Loir vernhert.