Infinite point system

chapter 2

Ethan Gale sat on the edge of his bed, his fingers still tingling with the remnants of mana. The **Infinite Point System** hummed in his mind, its blue interface glowing before him like a promise of absolute power. 

*"I really can't run out of mana,"* he muttered, flexing his hands. The sensation was exhilarating—like standing at the edge of an endless ocean, knowing he could draw from it forever. 

He glanced at his status screen: 

**[Mana Pool: ∞]** 

**[Spells Known: Spark (Novice - Level 1)]** 

A slow grin spread across his face. 

*"If my mana is infinite… then what happens if I upgrade my only spell?"* 

### **The Spell's Evolution** 

*"System—allocate points to *Spark* until it's maxed out."* 

**[Upgrading *Spark*…]** 

**[Level 1 → Level 2]** 

**[Level 2 → Level 3]** 

**[…]** 

**[Level 8 → Level 9]** 

**[Warning: Cannot upgrade to Level 10. Host's current physical and magical endurance is insufficient.]** 

Ethan blinked. 

*"Level nine? Why not ten?"* 

**[Answer: Maximum spell tier is Level 10. However, attempting to wield a Level 10 spell in your current state would result in catastrophic backlash—possible self-destruction.]** 

Ethan's excitement dimmed slightly. 

*"So even with infinite mana, my body has limits?"* 

**[Correct. Mana is infinite, but the vessel must be strong enough to contain it.]** 

He exhaled, rubbing his temples. *"Fair enough."* 

Still, **Level 9 Spark** was nothing to scoff at. 

### **The Temptation to Test It** 

Ethan raised his hand, feeling the new spell's structure in his mind. No longer a pitiful flicker of flame, **Spark** had evolved into something monstrous—a **storm of condensed lightning**, capable of annihilating everything in its path. 

He **ached** to test it. 

But then he looked around his tiny dorm room—the cracked walls, the wooden desk, the straw mattress. 

*"If I unleash this here… I'll destroy the entire building."* 

His fingers twitched with restraint. 

*"Damn it. I need an open space."* 

---

## **A Problem of Control** 

Ethan paced the room, his mind racing. 

*"If I can't test it here, where can I go?"* 

The academy had training grounds, but they were always crowded. If he unleashed a **Level 9 spell** in front of everyone… 

*"They'll either worship me or try to dissect me."* 

Neither option appealed to him. 

He needed somewhere **isolated.** 

Then it hit him—the **Forgotten Caverns**, an abandoned mining site deep in the forest outside the academy. The place was rumored to be haunted, which meant no one would be there. 

*"Perfect."* 

---

## **A Close Call** 

Just as Ethan was about to leave, the door to his dorm **burst open.** 

Rolan Veyne stood in the doorway, his usual smirk in place. Two of his lackeys flanked him, their arms crossed. 

*"Well, well. The academy's favorite failure is still here,"* Rolan sneered. *"I heard a loud noise earlier. Don't tell me you were trying to cast *Spark* again?"* 

Ethan's fingers curled. 

*"Get out."* 

Rolan laughed. *"Or what? You'll set my robes on fire?"* He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a mocking whisper. *"Face it, Ethan. You're nothing. You'll always be nothing."* 

Ethan's vision **turned red.** 

*"System,"* he thought coldly. *"If I cast Level 9 Spark right now… what happens?"* 

**[Calculating…]** 

**[Result: Rolan Veyne and his companions will be vaporized. The dormitory wing will collapse. Estimated casualties: 12-15 students.]** 

Ethan's anger flickered. 

*"…Damn it."* 

As much as he wanted to wipe that smirk off Rolan's face, he wasn't ready to become a murderer. 

Yet. 

Instead, he leaned forward, his voice deathly quiet. 

*"Rolan. One day soon, you're going to regret every word you've ever said to me."* 

Something in Ethan's eyes made Rolan **step back.** 

*"Tch. Whatever. Let's go,"* he muttered to his lackeys, retreating. 

The door slammed shut behind them. 

Ethan exhaled sharply. 

*"I need to get stronger. Fast."* 

Ethan sat back

down, his mind whirling. 

He had **infinite mana.** 

A **Level 9 spell.** 

But a **body too weak to handle Level 10.** 

.............

Ethan sat cross-legged on his bed, staring at the blue System screen hovering before him. 

**[Infinite Point System]** 

**[Available Points: ∞]** 

**[Upgradeable Categories: Spells, Mana Control, Elemental Affinity]** 

**[Locked Categories: Strength, Agility, Physical Endurance]** 

His fingers twitched in frustration. 

*"So I can make my spells god-tier, but I can't just dump points into my body?"* 

**[Correct. Physical attributes must be trained naturally or enhanced through cultivation.]** 

Ethan exhaled sharply. 

*"That's inconvenient."* 

But not impossible. 

If the System wouldn't let him cheat his way to physical power, then he'd just have to **work for it.** 

---

The original Ethan had never been taught proper cultivation techniques—orphans and "talentless" students weren't deemed worthy of such knowledge. But with his **infinite mana**, Ethan could brute-force his way through. 

He closed his eyes, recalling the little he knew from overhearing lectures: 

*"Mana circulation refines the body. The more pure the flow, the stronger the vessel becomes."* 

Ethan focused, directing his boundless mana through his meridians in slow, deliberate cycles. 

At first, nothing happened. 

Then— 

**A spark.** 

A **surge of energy** burned through his veins, his muscles tightening as if being reforged. His skin prickled with heat, his bones vibrating with power. 

**[Ding!]** 

**[Host's cultivation has broken through!]** 

**[Mage Apprentice Level 1 → Level 10]** 

Ethan's eyes snapped open. 

*"What? Already?!"* 

He flexed his hands, feeling the difference immediately. His body was **lighter**, his senses **sharper**, and his mana control **tighter.** 

*"So this is what real progress feels like."* 

A grin spread across his face. 

*"If one session got me to Level 10, how far can I go?"* 

---

As much as he wanted to keep cultivating, Ethan knew he needed more than just raw power. 

*"I only know *Spark*. If I'm going to survive in this world, I need more spells."* 

The academy's **Grand Library** was the obvious answer. 

But there was a problem. 

Low-level apprentices like him were only permitted to access **basic spellbooks.** Anything advanced required special permission—or **theft.** 

Ethan smirked. 

*"Good thing I don't care about rules anymore."* 

He'd go tomorrow. 

For now, he needed to **stabilize his breakthrough.** 

---

## **A Sudden Knock** 

Just as Ethan was about to resume cultivation, a sharp **rap** echoed at his door. 

*"Ethan Gale. Open up."* 

The voice was cold, authoritative. 

*"Shit."* 

Ethan recognized it instantly—**Professor Kael**, the academy's strictest disciplinarian. 

Had someone **noticed** his mana surge? 

He took a deep breath, schooling his expression into one of weary confusion before opening the door. 

Professor Kael stood there, his sharp eyes scanning Ethan with suspicion. 

*"You were radiating mana just now. Explain."* 

Ethan feigned ignorance. 

*"I was… meditating? Trying to, anyway. Still can't even cast *Spark* properly."* 

The professor's gaze narrowed. 

*"Hmph. Don't waste your time. Talentless boys like you should focus on menial tasks, not magic."* 

He turned to leave, but not before adding: 

*"And clean up this room. It reeks of desperation."* 

Ethan's fists clenched, but he said nothing. 

*"Soon,"* he thought, watching the professor walk away. *"Soon, no one will dare talk to me like that."* 

---

As night fell, Ethan sat by his window, watching the twin moons cast their glow over the academy. 

Tomorrow, he'd visit the library. 

And then? 

*"Then I'll show this world what true power looks like."*