After that, Gabriel finally began distributing the Free Attribute Points he possessed, pushing them all the way to the maximum limit permitted by his current Authority Level.
Ding!
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Name: Gabriel Michaelis
Race: Human
Title: Chess Master
Job: Mage
Authority Level: 5
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Strength (STR): 36 (10+) {15+}
Vitality (VIT): 40 (10+) {15+}
Agility (AGI): 52 (10+) {15+}
Intelligent (INT): 102 (20+) {35+}
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The moment they were allocated, Gabriel could feel the change—Mana surged more abundantly through his body, and his form grew lighter, sharper, more responsive.
He had assigned the points with careful calculation.
A total of 69 Attribute Points were used. Even so, 41 Attribute Points still remained unspent.
With that distribution, Gabriel officially reached the maximum attribute cap allowed at his current Authority Level.
To raise that limit, there was only one path:
an Authority Ascension Mission.
Gabriel understood that perfectly.
But he chose not to take it yet.
There were still too many matters left unresolved—and too many possibilities that needed to be prepared—before stepping into the next stage.
After that, Gabriel closed the attribute screen and accessed the system to move to another reality to rest.
{Author's Note: this part is skipped to slightly accelerate the story}
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Four days passed in the Infinity Room.
Gabriel spent one of those days returning to his original world—not to intervene, but simply to watch from afar.
He observed his family at the orphanage, quietly making sure they were safe during those ten days, never once allowing himself to get close enough to disturb their lives.
From there, his journey continued to the Highschool of the Dead reality.
That world was different.
There, Gabriel was no longer just an observer. He was forced to make difficult choices—choices that, even now, he did not consider to be the best ones.
He learned that one full year had passed in that reality.
Humanity's numbers had continued to dwindle, not only because of the zombie outbreak, but also because of human greed and cruelty toward one another.
So Gabriel chose the most brutal path.
He exterminated billions of zombies—leaving only a small fraction behind, just enough to force humanity to rise again from its own collapse.
Total slain by Gabriel: 5.8 billion zombies.
That decision gave him no satisfaction.
There was no pride in it.
As a quiet form of atonement, Gabriel stored the memories of every zombie victim inside one of his Beatle units.
That beetle was given a name: Beatle Mark 1.
But all of that was now in the past.
The remaining three days were spent decorating his home in the Infinity Room.
And now—Gabriel was inside that home.
More precisely, he was in one of its dark chambers, a room wrapped in heavy silence, lit only by tall candles and a softly burning hearth, their flickering light casting trembling shadows along the walls.
Gabriel sat on a pale-white sofa made entirely of Dark Matter. Its surface was smooth, yet cold to the touch, as if it absorbed the light around it.
In his right hand, he held his Grimoire—a five-leaf-clover tome engraved with white wings that looked almost alive.
In his left hand, he gripped the Berserker Class Card, its surface faintly gleaming, radiating a calm yet oppressive aura, as though something were sleeping deep within it.
All around him, the room was filled with strange details that created an atmosphere both eerie and sacred.
The walls were adorned with abstract, symbolic paintings—faceless angels, inverted stars, and circular patterns resembling ancient seals.
In one corner, an empty birdcage hung suspended, its door left open, creaking softly whenever the air shifted, despite there being no wind at all.
An old wooden table stood nearby. Upon it lay various antique objects: a rusted pocket watch whose hands had long stopped moving, and shards of crystal that reflected the firelight in unnatural ways.
Tall shelves lined the walls, packed with thick, timeworn books—grimoires, ritual records, and manuscripts that even time itself seemed reluctant to touch.
On a small table beside the sofa sat a bottle of deep red wine—actually nothing more than strawberry syrup—and a glass filled with the same crimson liquid.
In the firelight, it looked like blood, adding a dark, ominous contrast to the simple reality behind it.
Amidst all of this, Gabriel remained still. His gaze was fixed on the Class Card in his hand, his expression calm—yet impossible to read.
As if beneath the stillness of the room, his thoughts were tracing the boundary between power, identity, and something even he himself did not yet fully understand.
In my view, Gabriel murmured inwardly, a Grimoire—though it originates from the Black Clover reality—is conceptually not so different from the Kaleido Sticks created by Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg.
The idea had not appeared out of nowhere.
Right now, Gabriel was indeed planning something reckless: to install the Berserker Class Card (Morgan) into his Grimoire, exploiting the conceptual similarity between the two artifacts.
On one side, in the Black Clover reality, a Grimoire is a medium of contracts, resonance, and the manifestation of a mage's will.
On the other, in the Type-Moon reality, a Kaleido Stick functions as a reality catalyst—a bridge that connects existence, identity, and power from other worlds.
In simple terms, a Black Clover Grimoire and a Kaleido Stick are not identical, but they belong to the same conceptual class: "Medium of Will and Identity."
And that similarity opened up a single, dangerous possibility.
All the more so because Gabriel's knowledge of Morgan only strengthened that hypothesis.
Morgan of the Lostbelt, in her true nature, is not merely an ordinary Heroic Spirit. She began as Viviane, an entity created by the planet itself around 4000 BCE—an existence destined to become the savior of Britain.
In other words, Morgan is a world defense system, not a legend born from human recognition.
That meant her existential state was not so different from the Spirits of the Black Clover world.
Sylph, Undine, Salamander—these are not beings shaped by human belief. They are primordial natural spirits that have existed since the dawn of the world. Their power is not summoned, but acknowledged and connected through a contract.
And there—right there—Gabriel saw the opening.
If Morgan were treated not as a Servant, but as a high-tier Spirit from another reality, then the Spirit User contract system of Black Clover might be applicable.
Not a summoning—but resonance and an existential pact.
Gabriel looked at the Grimoire in his right hand, then at the Class Card in his left.
For the first time in a long while, it was not raw power that drew his interest—
but the possibility of a contract that had never existed before.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"If I remember correctly… this is how it goes," Gabriel murmured, recalling the way Illya installed a Class Card.
Without hesitation, he pressed the Class Card against the cover of his Grimoire.
At once, a dark crimson magic circle spread across the shadowed floor beneath him, pulsing slowly—like a heart that had just awakened.
"Install Card: Berserker Class."
The moment the words left his lips, the Class Card dissolved into a stream of dark blue Mana, flowing like liquid smoke and being completely absorbed into the Grimoire.
The next instant, pale white Mana exploded outward from Gabriel's body.
A violent surge of energy swept through the room—tearing curtains, knocking over bookshelves, and shattering most of the carefully arranged ornaments.
But this wasn't because his Unit Compression Energy had gone out of control.
It was because his Grimoire was forcing itself to adapt—to reconcile two violently incompatible systems of reality colliding head-on.
Gabriel looked around the room and let out a long breath.
"…All that effort decorating the interior," he muttered flatly as he stared at the devastation, "and in the end it still turns into a mess."
Almost at the same moment, the Grimoire slipped free from his hand and floated into the air before him.
Its cover opened on its own, stopping at a blank page.
There, arcane letters began to carve themselves into existence, forming a contract that had never been recorded before, accompanied by a complex illustration taking shape at the center of the page.
Above that page, a tiny figure materialized: Le Fay Morgan, Queen of Winter.
No more than ten centimeters tall, she drifted gently over the Grimoire with her eyes closed. Her silver hair fell softly, guided by almost nonexistent gravity, and her layered, intricate dress shimmered faintly in the Mana-light.
At the same time, the Mana surrounding Gabriel receded.
And the instant he saw Morgan manifest before him, Gabriel's body went rigid.
"…Did I… succeed?" he murmured.
His face suddenly grew hot. He swallowed, as if time itself had frozen, while his heartbeat thundered far louder than it should have.
"…Fay really is incredibly cute," he murmured without realizing it. "When you see her up close…"
"..."
Morgan opened her eyes.
Her gaze locked onto Gabriel—whose face was now bright red.
In the silence, Morgan received fragments of information about the young man before her. Not everything… but enough for someone like Morgan to understand what was happening.
"..."
"Magus."
Her voice was flat, cold, devoid of excess emotion.
"If you keep staring at me like that," she continued, "I will assume you are not calling me here for a ritual."
Those words were not without reason.
From the information she had obtained through materialization, Morgan judged Gabriel to be a careless magus, still emotionally immature—clearly not someone to be trusted fully yet.
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Author's Note:
Basically, Gabriel has fallen in love with the Queen of Winter 😄
By the way, Gabriel's awkward situation with Morgan will disappear if it's been a while, just wait for the next chapter.
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