Limitless Summoner: Rise of the Soul God

Ethan woke up with a groan, his body aching all over. It felt like he'd been hit by a truck. His arms were shaky, his head was spinning, and his stomach was doing flips. Everything hurt.

He tried to sit up but almost fell back down as a wave of dizziness hit him. Blinking to clear his vision, he looked around and saw the absolute chaos surrounding him.

The broken glass sparkled across the floor, ink was splattered on the walls like some kind of messed-up art project, and books were scattered everywhere. It looked like a tornado had ripped through the room.

Despite the pain, a weak smile crept onto his face. He had done this. He had actually moved stuff just by thinking about it. Or willing it. Whatever the crazy old lady had called it. But now a new fear crept in. Was it just a fluke? Could he still do it? Or was it a one-time thing?

His heart pounded as he looked at a broken shard of glass lying on the floor. He focused on it, his eyes narrowing. He wanted it to move. No, he needed it to move. He clenched his fists, his body tense, his mind willing the damn thing to get off the floor.

Nothing happened. It just sat there, mocking him with its stillness.

Ethan gritted his teeth, his frustration bubbling up. He wasn't about to give up, especially when he knew he already succeeded. He took a deep breath and tried again, his gaze locked on the glass piece. Move. Just move. He pushed all his focus into it, his body tensing, his fingers twitching.

The shard of glass trembled. Just a little, but it definitely moved. Ethan's eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat. It worked. It was real. This wasn't just some one-time fluke. He could actually do it. He could move things with his mind.@@novelbin@@

His body shook with excitement, a grin spreading across his face despite the pain. It felt incredible, like a rush of electricity buzzing under his skin. But the feeling was slippery, hard to hold on to, like trying to grab water with his bare hands. He had to keep it going before it slipped away. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

His gaze then fell on the dust covering the bookshelves. Maybe something light would be easier to move. He tried moving a flake of dust instead.

Ethan narrowed his eyes at the tiny speck of dust resting on the top shelf. It was so small, so light—surely it would be easier to move than the shard of glass. He took a deep breath, his body tense, his fingers curling into fists. Move. Just a little bit. Just float in the air for a second.

He focused all his attention on that single fleck, his mind reaching out, his will wrapping around it. The world around him faded away, his vision narrowing, his chest tightening, his breath catching. It was just him and that stupid piece of dust.

Move.

For a moment, nothing happened. The dust sat there, stubborn, mocking him. Ethan's jaw clenched, his muscles straining, his body trembling. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and willed the dust to move. Just a tiny bit. Just enough to prove he could do it.

The dust flake trembled, vibrating softly. Ethan focused harder, his gaze locked on the dust flake, his mind willing it to float, to rise into the air.

The next second the dust flake lifted off the shelf, hovering in the air, floating lazily, spinning slowly. It was tiny, barely more than a speck, but it was moving. It was actually moving. He gradually directed it to the widow near the bookshelf and then tossed it outside.

Ethan grinned triumphantly. He felt a little tired so he took a couple of seconds before he tried the same thing again. Once again, he managed to lift another speck of dust and chuck it out the window.

It was slightly easier this time and he did not have to try too hard. Maybe he was starting to get a grasp of it after all. However, the very next instant he regretted thinking that as he could suddenly not bring himself to do it any longer.

Ethan wanted to bang his head against the wall. So sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't? How the hell was he supposed to figure this one out?

His shoulders slumped as he glared at the stubborn dust on the shelf. It just sat there, mocking him, refusing to move. He had done it twice already. Twice! But now, no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge.

"Focus." Ethan tried a few times and finally, it worked but this time instead of feeling happy like an idiot, he paid attention to his mana. He wanted to see how his mana moved when he did this so that he could repeat the process better.

He observed it a few times before he finally got the hang of it. Essentially, a few strands of mana seep out of his body and head straight for the speck of dust.

Some of them reach the dust particles and some of them don't. When enough reached the dust particle, they wrapped around it and then made it move according to his will and command.

At first, it was difficult to observe the mana wisps as soon as they left the body but slowly by slowly Ethan began to get a feel for it and soon he was able to vaguely trace the path of the mana.

As for the exhaustion that hit him, it became clear why immediately. The process consumed a lot of his mana, like a lot. He lost one-sixth of his mana for a tiny little flake of dust. It was ridiculous.

Ethan wondered if he was doing something wrong but then decided to let it go for now. Magic was probably hard and he was just beginning. It would be fine if he could take it slow and improve it gradually.