Try to gather the energy into your body. The system says.

Wilford raises an eyebrow. Hm? How? He asks, moving his arms to try and grab some energy in the air. The energy simply flows around him.

You have to will it. The voice says.

Wilford stares blankly. How do I do that? He continues to ask.

Why are you an idiot? Will. Desire. Intention. The system says, somewhat amused.

Wilford furrows his brows. What are you talking about? He asks once again.

The system lets out a sigh. Alright. Let's do this slowly. Do you see the energy in front of you? The system asks.

Yes. Wilford says.

Alright. Now imagine that the energy is actually Emma’s vagina. Can you do that? The system asks, curious if this would work. This system had never taught magic in this way, but in theory it should work.

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Wilford’s eyes widen. Emma’s vagina? He thinks, the idea slowly imprinting onto his mind.

Slowly the energy began to gather, moving towards Wilford like molasses.

The system lets out a laugh. Good. Now gather it to your body. The voice says.

What? How? Wilford asks.

The system lets out a groan. Idiot. Just imagine you’re going down on your lady. What are you going to do? Breathe in, breathe out. The voice says.

The energy began to gather and Wilford tried to breathe it in. Unfortunately, when he breathed out, none of the energy lingered and it all flowed out.

Hmm. That’s weird. It’s unable to pool. The system says.

Worry appears on Wilford’s face. What do I do? He asks.

It seems you are Magically Stagnant. The magical energy of the world wants nothing to do with you. It either really looks down on you or more likely… The system says.

More likely what? Wilford asks.

It’s very likely that it’s simply not beneficial for the world to lend you its energy. Allowing you to have it would not serve the world’s purpose. The system says.

Wilford’s eyes widen. Then what do I do!? You told me you would teach me magic! He exclaims, losing composure.

Damn, you’re such trash. Can you calm down? You sound like a child. The system says in disdain.

Wilford takes a breathe and waits for the system’s response.

There are two solutions to this. One, you have to grow. Grow in a direction that would be useful to the world. This would be the best solution. The system says.

Wilford frowns. Then what’s the other solution? He asks.

The system lets out a chuckle. It’s not really a solution. In fact, it’s probably detrimental to you. The voice says.

What is it? Wilford asks with furrowed brows.

You can simply take the energy and trap it. Unfortunately, the world’s energy isn’t easy to steal. It will fight you every step of the way. And it will not be comfortable… While stolen energy lingers in your body, it will continue to burn away at you. Burn your body, your soul, your essence. You’ll constantly feel like you’re in hell. The system says, secretly hoping that Wilford would choose this direction.

Anguish appears on Wilford’s face. Damn! I just want to learn magic! What’s so wrong with that! He asks, frustrated.

Unfortunately, you’re a bitch, Wilford. There are many things wrong with that. The system doesn’t hesitate to say.