There wasn't much to do today after training with the Young Miss for so long. I don't know what why but it seems I've been assigned to less tasks after I'd made a bet with the Duke.

As usual, I looked around the room and made sure no one was spying before setting up some alarms I'd prepared.

It was a simple tripwire trap I created through a combination of different magics but it was enough to help me make sure that even Anna wouldn't be able to sneak into my room unnoticed.

A few bells were in my hands as I placed them in certain location around my room, them I released a sapphire-like Aura and wrapped together the fingers of both my hands slowly.

A transparent line of water was made through the combination of the electromagnetic energy I stored within my Combat Body ability and the Water Aura I manifested outwards.

The strings connected to the corridor in a very disorderly fashion, but their transparency made it so no one would be able to detect them without being on guard, I then sew the other sides of the strings through the bells in my room before connecting them to my bed.

Now that the makeshift alarms have been set, I can finally look at my secret stash, my hands grabbed a box I hid within a compartment under my bed.

A thud sound could be heard as I placed the heavy box that was as big as a treasure chest in front of me.

Once I opened the box, the thick smell of gunpowder entered my nose, but my expression was still the some as I was already used to the smell in my past life as a soldier of a chaotic battlefield.

Within the box were various firearms I created through the experimentation of various theories of magic usage.

My heart was in disarray after I'd panicked and did something stupid in front of Sylphy, but now I feel calmer as I preformed maintenance on these weapons I hid. A calmness enveloped my heart as I loaded a cartridge.

Hah... since when did I become so energetic? I feel like a youth again.

Since I'm unable to create a Skill Root using my Combat Body ability, I need to take things slowly, step by step.

The first thing I should ask myself one question: 'Why did I even create my Combat Body ability in the first place?'

The answer for that is simple: 'Because it's an ability with many kinds of uses.'

My style of using magic is somewhat different from those around me, which is probably due to the fact that my mind has already 'matured' in a rational world like Earth, a place where science is used to explain everything.

This can be considered a advantage or disadvantage depending on how I look at it. Since although I'm able to mix and match various magics easily, I'm unable to reproduce things that others my age should be able to do, like controlling Earth Ether exquisitely.

Although Jack lost to me in a formal duel, I know clearly that even if I did have the same Magical Talent as him, I wouldn't have been able to reproduce his abilities. My mind would have only been able to think of grabbing the Earth under me and throwing it.

Now that I think about it, I should make sure my Skill Root is able to create a Support Type ability, since that is the reason the Duke's pressuring me.

I'm sure of this assumption due to the fact that the Duke even bothered to advise me to create a Skill Root.

If he wanted me to become stronger, he could have taught me the Sword Sharpening ability that the Sword God once used, there was no need for him to advise me to form a Skill Root.

My mind return to reality as I looked at the Pistol I created through the manipulation of both Fire Ether and Earth Ether. A look of reluctance appears on my face as I thought about how I'd lose the ability to use Magic.

A person who forms a Skill Root would lose one grade of their Magical Talent permanently without exception. This is because the energy used to create Skill Roots comes from ones Mana Origin.

Now that I think about it, I don't have a Light Origin, do I? My heart trembled as I closed my eyes to focus on the Colourless Origin within my body.

Once again I saw a white flame enveloping a concentrated black flame of Mana, but this time there seemed to be something else within me, a five-coloured jewel that represented a Skill.

That jewel must represent my Combat Body ability, as it the only technique I've been trying to merge with my Colourless Origin, I furrowed my brows in contemplation as I reached my hand out to grab the five-coloured jewel.

Now that I get a good look at it, the new ability I made IS a bit messy, the foundation used to activate it is all over the place. To increase the quality of the ability would need me to change the foundation into pure Light Mana is what the Young Miss advised after giving her own opinion on it.

I agreed with her opinion, but saying it was a lot easier than doing it, since changing the foundation would mean that I'd have to create a new Skill.

I squeezed the jewel in my hand and manipulated the energy within to change the foundation of the Skill, but the result was failure, the jewel just wasn't able to reform at all.

If this goes on, I might never be able to create a Skill Root, my eyes couldn't help but shift to my Mana Origin as I once again contemplated on my Skill.

After seeing how the white flame and black flame were harmoniously existing even though they were contrasting, a spark of inspiration hit me, I then moved my fingers around the jewel once again. A phenomenon was then triggered by my reckless actions.

I don't know what would happen if I created a foundation of both Light Mana and Dark Mana but risks are always accompanied by rewards.

The jewel in my hand shines with a chaotic colours before breaking apart.

I opened my eyes as intense waves of shock shook my heart. My body felt as if it was going through a transformation that would change its very core. The cycle I created that connected different energies within my flesh hastened until it evolved into something completely different.

The Ether, Mana, Electrical Energy and Kinetic Energy merged together and transformed into two Skill Roots.

On my right hand was a halo of psionic energy, while my left hand mutated and grew a horn of mysterious power.

I willed the mutation on my left hand to return back to its original form and allowed the Horn growing from beside my index finger to disappear.

Then I threw the gun in right hand to my left before activating an ability.

[Skill Root- Molecular Halo]

The Halo hovering over my right hand moved before my fingers, once that happened, the hilt of resplendent sword formed through the centre of the Halo and rested itself in my palm.

[Branch Skill- Heavenly Sword]

I pulled on the hilt and unsheathed a sword made of solid psionic power.