Adjusting to my new body was… an experience.I knew my magic reserves had grown. I expected them to feel larger, deeper, richer.
I did not expect them to feel like an entire dimension roaring inside my chest.
My magic had gone from a river — powerful, steady, dependable — to something so enormous that I couldn't sense a bottom. The first time I tried to cast a simple levitation spell, I accidentally cracked every floating platform in my dimensional library. The next day, I tried to conjure a small flame and almost destabilised a third of the runic rings maintaining the dimension's structure. It was embarrassing. Even with the Six Eyes, controlling this ocean felt like trying to scoop up a tsunami with a spoon.
But after weeks of meditation, exercises, spell testing, and more meditation, something finally clicked.
Control.Flow.Mastery.
Not perfect, not yet — but enough. Enough to breathe without magic leaking out around me. Enough to speak without accidentally enchanting my own words. Enough to walk without the ground trembling.
And with control came the realization of just how ridiculous I'd become.
My well of magic no longer felt like a reservoir. It felt eternal. As if I could cast for hours, days, years without reaching the bottom. If I ever did run out, it would truly be a miracle.
Once I felt stable enough, I began testing what my new body could do.
The first thing I noticed: regeneration.Fast. Wildly fast. On par with Wolverine. I tested a cut on my palm — the skin sealed before I even finished watching it happen. A broken bone could be fully mended before a normal sorcerer would finish their first incantation.
Second: demonic magic.The moment I reached for it, it responded like a loyal beast finally reunited with its master. Red‑black flames curled around my fingers, elegant and deadly. Demonic sigils came to mind instinctively, as if I'd always known them. Even the dark currents of Hellfire bent toward my will.
It was potent, intoxicating — but fully under my control.No corruption. No madness.Just power.
Third: time magic.
Merlin's talent already placed me far above the level of most time sorcerers — but combined with the Time Stone?
My abilities skyrocketed.
I experimented cautiously at first. A slowed second here, a reversed moment there. And then, with careful precision, I extended my perception with divination.
The result startled even me.
I could see several minutes into the future with absolute accuracy. Every choice, every movement, every outcome branching and collapsing in real time. People acted before they acted. Spells formed before they were cast. Events rippled like water before they truly happened.
For battle?It would be unfair.
Then came the part I was almost excited for: testing my talent for dark magic.
In the endless, silent aisle of my dimensional library — a realm that could only be entered by me alone — I pulled out the older grimoires. The dangerous ones. The ones bound in shadows and sealed with curses meant to liquefy the minds of the unworthy.
I flipped one open.
The spell bloomed into my mind instantly.Not slowly.Not with effort.Instantly.
My enhanced magical talent took over. It felt like several lifetimes of study had been compressed into a single heartbeat. Each spell I looked at, I learned. Each curse, each attack, each defensive glyph — I absorbed them in minutes. What would normally take weeks of rigorous training, I mastered in a fraction of the time.
Dozens of spells.Then hundreds.Then more.
The dimensional library echoed with magical pressure as I let my new powers flow. Darkness curled around my hand, forming shapes, blades, wings, illusions — anything I imagined. Every spell I touched resonated, expanding, strengthening, reshaping itself to fit my evolving talent.
My mind raced faster than I could speak, faster than I could breathe. I knew immediately that my talents had increased severalfold — not mildly, not moderately — drastically.
Even Shuma‑Gorath's mental enhancements made themselves clear. My telepathic defenses were so absolute that even a celestial would struggle to enter my mind. My spell‑invention instincts surged, so sharp that I created a completely new curse by accident before stopping myself.
It took restraint not to lose myself in experimentation.
Hours passed.Then more hours.Time lost its meaning in that pocket dimension.
But by the time I finally stopped, breathing slowly, hands still glowing faintly with dark power…
I realized one thing:
I had become something the universe was not prepared for.Not a demon.Not a sorcerer.Not a god.
Something in between.Something far, far beyond.
And I was only just beginning to understand what this body could do.