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Chapter 163: Light Up Your World

"Are you trying to blind yourself? You had the ball of light stuck in your face!" Timothy slapped the back of his head. "Do tell me if you're actually giving up or something."

"What gives?" Han asked and rubbed the corner of his eyes, and wiped the tears he didn't realize that formed. "I was nearly there—" His eyes stung, but he tried to grasp the symbol in his mind, and though he couldn't put his experience into words... there was only one thing that stayed in his mind. The symbol had seared itself in his brain, an image that cut deeply through his thoughts and refused to stay silenced and thrown into the crevices of his mind.

It called out to him.

There was no word but he could—

[ Light ]

The mana around him didn't resist as it bent and followed his Will and Mind. The energy swept up and swirled together from the walls to his fingertips until finally. In his mind's eye was the symbol and as the mana listened, words and intention took form and shape into the luminescence in his hands—

A long rectangular light.

Han stared at it and looked up to his friend.

Timothy stared at him—or more precisely at the thing in his hand. It wasn't a ball of light and yet it shone as bright as one. Its color was a clear sheen of white and though its substance wasn't meant to be held, Han fully grasped and raised it up.

It was the very first glow stick in this world.

He might have actually been thinking of a light-saber, but this was what he produced and its color was nothing but clearness that he could almost see right through it. He wagged it around and it moved according to his will and the image of a concert formed in his mind. Some kind of pop girl group—

Except it was Penny, Ellynn and Angelika dressed in modern clothes that came to his mind and once that came to his mind. The next thing soon followed after, a boy band consisting of Timothy, Donovan and—He dropped the glow stick and thumped his chest, "I did not need to see that."

There was only so much that Han could tolerate of Sir Leon's popularity, if an actual boy band existed here. The dude might be sensationalized and worshipped more.

"See what?" Timothy narrowed his eyes at him, "What were you looking at Han? You scared me back there—I was afraid that blood would pour out of your eyes or something, but it worked." He frowned and rubbed his face, "Your crazy ideas always seem to work, one way or another."

Han shut his eyes for a moment and yet when he thought about it—the symbol glowed and appeared in his mind. Etched and seared into his memory that as long as he could pull the mana through the air or from himself, [ Light ] could be called forth immediately. Wherever he was, he could cast the Tier 0 Spell that was Light.

...And this was magic.

This was magic.

He was doing magic.

Han stooped down and picked up the glow stick, his hand shook slightly as he gripped it. "I-I... this is, I did the Spell right, didn't I?" The Spell was within his grasp and he looked up at his friend, and asked them again. He needed confirmation as he motioned it. "I did this myself and it's the [ Light ]."

"Well, it glows?" Timothy seemed slightly taken aback.

A grin curled up on his face, a feeling welled up in his chest as he held onto the [ Light ] and raised it to the air. "I freaking did it! I'm a Wizard!!" A laugh escaped from his throat. His hand shook as he held on to the glow stick and though he could feel the magic dispersing and the light fading away—it worked like an actual glow stick. 

A warmth coursed through his chest as he held it in his hand, "I did it."

He sighed and closed his hand, shaking his head and trying to pull himself together. Words were spilling out regardless. "I thought I couldn't—I thought I was forcing myself, all those damn points down the drain, and yet I did it. It's gone now but I can do it again. Watch." He looked at Timothy, his only audience and did it again. 

His [ Mana Sense ] and [ Mana Control ] were put to good use now and they were probably leveled up. The young man pulled the mana in the air and shaped it to—he could change it, not only could he cast it but he could change its form.

He could.

A ball took shape in his hand and it was as large as a beach ball, but it wasn't that. Just earlier, Timothy did something that left him in awe and envy. It struck him deeply. He could remember Timothy change the light into natural colors of the sea, the grass and if he searched for the symbol, it only needed a few tweaking and he—

Han had a neon lime green ball of light in his hands.

Timothy rubbed his eyes, "H-huh, what color is that, it looks like a lightning bug but—"

Black. Blue. White. Red. Yellow. Green.

"Ha—" Timothy's voice faded out.josei

The lights flickered back and forth, changing rapidly to his memory of the world that Han Jing lived in. The darkest nights paired with glittering stars—the neon lights that overshadowed them. Billboard lights. Television Screens. HD++ Colors swirled, glowed and brightened around him as the mana coursed and followed madly along to his will.

But that wasn't all you could do with a [ Light ] spell could you?

There was so much more he could do for this.

It wasn't in his time and age, or rather, he didn't actually attend the dance floor that much but a silver glow appeared in his hand. A silver gray moon with muted colors as he felt the mana slow through the air, maintaining itself without him pouring an influx of additional mana to maintain the neon lights from earlier.

He concentrated for a moment and shut his eyes—

Thousands of colors spilled out and reflected from the ball of light, and it spun through the air as a laugh escaped his throat. He didn't think it could work and his head was spinning slightly but it was working!

His own disco ball in a fantasy setting.

And it was there that he noticed that it wasn't Timothy's voice fading out, but the young man had paused and stared at the whirring light in awestruck. They were rendered speechless no doubt. Something like this? It wasn't around their time at all and was something from Han Jing's world.

Earth.

And this was his creation. He was doing it all on his own—he turned to Timothy and the energy course through his veins. Pride filled his chest as he gave them a smile and pointed to the glowing and whirling disco ball. "I bet you haven't seen anything like this right? This is out of this world—"

This was out of this world.

He was bringing in something from Earth.

The grin on Han's face fell off.