Magic Maker - How to make magic in another world - - Chapter 1

Magic Maker – How to make magic in another world –

Chapter 1    Wizard’s dream

I was sitting in the middle of the room.

Sitting still in front of a small table, I was staring at the clock.

Twenty-three hours and fifty-five minutes.

Just a little more, and it would be the start of a new day.

Tomorrow is my long-awaited birthday.

Let me clarify in advance, it’s not like friends, family, or a lover will celebrate it for me.

There’s no one in the room besides me, I haven’t received any information about a surprise party, and, in the first place, there’s no one to celebrate my birthday.

But still, I’m looking forward to my birthday.

Why?

It’s because I’ll be turning thirty.

That’s all.

I gaze at the clock.

Only the ticking sound echoes in the room.

Gulping down a lump in my throat, I continued to fidget.

In a few seconds, it would be midnight.

It’s finally here.

How much I have longed for this moment.

With a mix of fear and anticipation, I waited for the time.

And then.

As the clock struck midnight, my smartphone and alarm clock rang simultaneously.

With a lively background music, I stood up and raised both fists.

“It’s here! It’s here! It’s finally here! Happy 30th birthday to me!”

I am alone. An adult who has turned thirty.

It’s not that my head has gone crazy from loneliness.

Trembling with emotion, I look up at the ceiling.

“A man who reaches thirty while still a virgin can become a wizard. The time to finally prove this has come…!”

In the room, there’s the bare minimum of furniture and the bookshelf filled with fantasy novels and guidebooks.

Yes, despite being thirty years old, I harbor dreams of a fantastical world.

Especially, my interest in magic and sorcery never waned.

Realistically speaking, one might think such things don’t exist.

But without any basis, I couldn’t deny it either.

Because, you know, it’s more fun to believe that there’s something like that.

Everyone must have imagined it.

Creating fireballs from your hands, flying through the sky, summoning lightning, coming up with spells, drawing magic circles.

Unable to give up that hope, I’ve lived up to this age.

There are legends. But they are fictional, not factual.

I understand that much.

So, I had no choice but to pin a glimmer of hope on the urban legend that says, ‘A man who reaches thirty while still a virgin can become a wizard.’

And today, I’ll find out the truth.

Oh, I know.

This kind of thing is impossible in reality.

But, you won’t know until you try, right?

Every inventor from any era was probably ridiculed at first and told that what they were attempting was impossible.

Now, having turned thirty, shall I give it a try?

I stand tall and extend my hands forward.

And then, I chant.

“Fireball!”

The room fell silent. Only my voice echoed.

“Thunderbolt! Wind Blast! Ice Storm!”

It didn’t work.

So, I chanted the incantation with a serious expression.

“Beings of darkness and light, mixed from the depths of the abyss, manifest!”

Nothing happened. Demons or summoned creatures were not going to appear. Obviously.

Afterwards, I chanted various spell names and incantations, but nothing changed.

I tried magic based on games, manga, and my own chuunibyou notebook, but it was all in vain.

After the last attempt of banging on the neighbor’s wall, I hung my head in defeat.

“I-Is this… not possible…?”

It probably wasn’t.

I had a hunch, but…

It seemed that even turning thirty while still a virgin wouldn’t make me a wizard.

I thought maybe I would start seeing fairies, but I couldn’t see anything like that.

My hopes were dashed.

My hope to live an extraordinary life had vanished.

Reality was dull.

No surprising events occurred.

There’s no magic.

There’s no sorcery.

This world is ordinary.

“…How boring.”

Information floods the world.

If you don’t know something, you can easily find out by looking it up.

There are things I don’t know.

But it’s not the kind of thing that makes your heart race.

Is knowing really such a dull thing?

Continuing to work normally, to live normally, this is how life goes on.

Ah, how boring.

How incredibly boring.

“…Guess I’ll go to bed. Work again tomorrow.”

Today is a weekday.

Late at night, I feel the emptiness of being alone and the disappointment seeping into my chest.

I head towards the bed.

At that moment.

Something inside my chest starts to thrash about.

“Ah…what…ugh!?”

It hurts. It hurts. My chest, my heart, it hurts.

It hurts so much, every muscle in my body spasms, and I collapse to the floor, bending my knees.

Crouching down, overcome by the intense pain, I fell to the floor.

What is this?

What is happening?

I don’t understand.

This is the first time something like this has happened.

I’ve lived without any serious illnesses or injuries.

And yet, this…

While I couldn’t grasp what was happening, the pain continued to spread.

As it gradually intensified, the anxiety within me grew in proportion.

Terrifying. Terrifying. Could I really be dying?

The pain wouldn’t subside.

My heartbeat echoed in my eardrums, and it seemed to transform into an illusion resembling distant rumbling.

My vision started to distort.

And then, I lost consciousness.

●○●○

I woke up.

My vision was still blurry.

I vaguely thought, “This must be how it feels for someone with poor eyesight.”

My vision was moving.

I wasn’t moving myself.

It seemed like someone was carrying me.

I could see something resembling a ceiling.

I could feel warmth.

Finally realizing that I was alive, I felt relieved.

Is this a hospital?

Did someone call an ambulance for me?

I’m grateful, even though I don’t know who it was.

It’s probably the neighbor. They were probably the ones who called because I was screaming up until the last moment and banging on the wall.

Just remembering it brings back a chilling pain and a sense of loss.

I never want to experience that again.

Someone is visible next to me.

Thinking it might be the person who helped me, I opened my mouth.

“Da.”

Da?

That’s not my voice.

But I made that sound.

Huh? What is this?

“Da?”

The sound came again. This time too, it was a sound I made.

No mistake. My throat was trembling, and I was aware that I had made the sound.

But the voice was oddly high, and it wasn’t a man’s voice.

Yes, this is just like a baby.

“Oh dear, what’s the matter, Shion-chan?”

A voice came from above.

I couldn’t see very well, but when I strained my eyes, I managed to see something.

A person.

A woman.

Huge.

Gigantic.

She was cradling me in her hands.

Is there really a woman who can cradle an adult with both hands?

What’s going on?

What happened to me?

Half in a panic, I tried to look down at my own body.

My neck wouldn’t move properly.

But I could move my gaze.

Glancing briefly, I could see small hands.

Small. Too small.

I was starting to realize somehow.

But I didn’t want to believe it.

The fact that I had turned into a baby.

“Da, auu, da!”

“Hmm? Are you hungry? Or do you need a diaper change?”

A gentle voice came from above.

By the way, I couldn’t hear her voice clearly.

It sounded like I was hearing it underwater.

I could hear it, but for some reason, I couldn’t focus, making it hard to understand.

But there was no mistake.

If I were a baby, this person must be a wet nurse or a mother.

Seriously?

I know this. This kind of development.

With that pain in my heart, did I die?

And then.

Probably… I’ve been reincarnated.

I’ve been born again.

What the heck. This is not something that should be possible in reality.

While thinking that, I also thought this.

With reincarnation comes what happens next.

I could only see vaguely, but looking at the shape of the woman’s face, hair color, and the room’s scenery, undoubtedly, this wasn’t Japan.

And even if it were a foreign country, the clothing was oddly old-fashioned, and the interior of the room was the same.

Furthermore, the woman was speaking Japanese.

The name she said to me was clearly a foreign name, Shion.

Which means.

The likelihood is high that this is another world.

And one more thing.

There’s something important to me.

In another world, there’s definitely something that’s certain.

Monsters? Fairies? Spirits? Heroes? Demon Kings?

No.

It’s magic, magic!

In another world, magic or sorcery not existing is unimaginable.

Yes! Yes! Perhaps this is a blessing bestowed upon me by God in response to my earnest curiosity about magic.

Ah, thank you, God!

Though I don’t know if you exist or not!

Ugh! But I can’t move my body.

I’m a baby and can’t speak; there’s nothing I can do.

Oh, and I’m getting terribly sleepy.

Did I think too much?

I’m a baby in body, but my mind is that of an adult.

I might be tired.

What if this is a dream?

Oh, scary. I don’t want to sleep.

I don’t want to go back to that boring reality.

In this world.

I will… use magic…

I was wrapped in a strangely warm sensation and drifted off to sleep.

With an intense feeling of happiness.