Adam stood there, the wind brushing against his face as he tried to steady his racing thoughts.

A fire burned in his chest—a mix of excitement and determination.

His fists were clenched tightly at his sides, his eyes shining with a newfound resolve.

"I'll live this life to the fullest," he had promised himself only moments ago. But now, something else—a thought, a memory—was clawing its way into his consciousness.

Magus Tower.

The words surfaced suddenly, and Adam's eyes lit up with wonder. He whispered to himself, almost breathlessly, "So… there's a Magus Tower here? That's so cool!"

The idea of a place where magicians trained and performed great feats ignited his imagination.

Stories of mages wielding power beyond comprehension, of sorcery that could bend reality itself, flooded his mind.

A grin spread across Adam's face, and his heart pounded with excitement.

"I'll become a magician too—just like them!" he declared, his voice brimming with conviction.

But before Adam could lose himself in his fantasies, something strange happened.

A wave of unfamiliar memories—sharp, sudden, and vivid—crashed into his mind. It was as though his brain was force-feeding him fragments of knowledge that didn't belong to him.

These were the memories of the body he now inhabited.

Adam saw a small village surrounded by vast forests, much like the one he had glimpsed earlier.

The villagers' lives were simple, untouched by grandeur or ambition. He saw snippets of conversations, older villagers talking about the Magus Tower with both awe and despair.

From these memories, one thing became painfully clear: very few people in this land ever became magicians.

The path to the Magus Tower was treacherous, and even among those who attempted it, only the rarest and most gifted individuals succeeded.

Adam exhaled deeply, his excitement dimming slightly as reality set in. The odds were against him. Still, he refused to let it discourage him.

"No," he shouted, the word bursting from his mouth as though he were arguing with fate itself. "It can't be like this!"

He took a moment to breathe, trying to calm his nerves. His emotions were all over the place—excitement, frustration, determination.

It was as if he were teetering on the edge of something monumental, but he couldn't quite see what it was.

"I just decided I would live my life to the fullest," Adam muttered, his voice filled with irritation. "And now… the challenges are already piling up?"

He fell silent, biting his lip as he thought. His mind buzzed with possibilities—ideas drawn straight from the fantasy novels he had read in his previous life.

In those stories, whenever someone from Earth transmigrated into a fantasy world, they would receive some kind of system or cheat ability.

A magical guide, a special power, something to help them survive and thrive in their new world.

That's it, Adam thought, his eyes widening with sudden hope.

"What if I have a system too?"

With that thought, Adam squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating as hard as he could. His heart raced with anticipation, and he whispered under his breath:

"Status window."

Adam opened his eyes quickly, staring into the space in front of him as though expecting something to appear.

The air was still, the meadow silent. Seconds passed, and nothing happened. No glowing window appeared. No magical prompts filled the air.

Adam frowned, his brows furrowing deeply.

"Nothing?" he murmured, his voice laced with growing concern. He looked around, scanning the empty meadow as though searching for answers.

Maybe I'm doing it wrong, he thought. What if there's another activation command?

Determined not to give up, Adam shut his eyes again, this time speaking more confidently.

"Magician system."

His voice carried a tone of command, like someone issuing an order.

Adam opened his eyes again, hopeful, but the result was the same. The empty meadow stretched out before him, undisturbed.

Disappointment weighed heavily on his chest. "Come on… this isn't right."

He tried again, desperation creeping into his voice.

"System window, activate!"

The wind whistled softly in response, but nothing else happened. The silence felt deafening now, mocking him.

Adam's shoulders slumped, and he sat down in the grass, running a hand through his hair. A knot of worry tightened in his stomach. "No system. No cheat code. Then why was I even brought here?"

His voice trembled slightly, and for the first time, doubt began to creep into his mind.

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If he didn't have any special abilities or powers, how was he supposed to survive, let alone achieve anything grand?

He clenched his fists, his thoughts racing as he tried to make sense of it all.

"I'll just end up living an ordinary life here too," he muttered bitterly, lying back down on the grass. The sky stretched endlessly above him, blue and empty. "Maybe this is just some cruel joke."

The thought of his previous life came rushing back—his quiet, peaceful days as a college student, the part-time job that gave him independence, and the family that supported him.

He remembered feeling content, even happy. But now? Now he was here, in a world that promised so much yet seemed ready to take it all away.

Adam sighed deeply, pressing a hand to his forehead. "I'm such an idiot. I always wished for something like this to happen… and now I'm miserable."

But then, something shifted inside him. A small ember of determination reignited, cutting through the fog of doubt. Adam's eyes snapped open, and he sat up suddenly.

"No," he said aloud, his voice steady and strong. "I'm not giving up that easily."

He pushed himself to his feet, brushing the grass from his clothes. His hands curled into fists, and he raised one arm high into the air, his knuckles white with resolve.

"Who cares if I don't have a system?" he shouted, his voice echoing across the meadow. "There has to be something—anything—that'll help me! I'll find it. I'll figure it out. I'm not giving up!"

The fire in his chest blazed brighter than ever, fueled by the very challenges that had tried to pull him down. Adam gritted his teeth, his voice rising in a triumphant roar:

"I'll live this life my way!"

The wind howled around him as though the world itself had heard his declaration. Adam stood tall, his arm raised and his face filled with determination.

He would not back down. No matter what this world threw at him, no matter how impossible the odds seemed, he would keep moving forward.

dam stood up, his body straightening as he brushed the dust and stray blades of grass off his clothes.

A sharp breeze passed over the endless meadow, rustling the green carpet that stretched far and wide around him.

His dark eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he looked out into the horizon.

"Every web novel I've read…" he began to think, his thoughts flowing as he tried to make sense of his situation. "…never lets a transmigrator be completely helpless.

They always get some sort of advantage—some extra cheat code or a hidden power. This has to be the same."

His gaze dropped to his hands, and he turned them over, palms up, examining them as though they held the answer to his questions.

He flexed his fingers experimentally, watching the faint movement of muscles beneath his skin.

The idea hit him suddenly, a spark of excitement igniting in his chest.

"What if…" he muttered, his lips curling into a smile, "…I'm already super strong? What if I'm like Saitama?"

The very thought sent a thrill of hope through him, and his smile widened into an excited grin. Saitama—One Punch Man.

The man who could obliterate anything with a single punch. If Adam had strength like that, then his worries would vanish in an instant.

Unable to hold back his excitement, Adam balled his hand into a fist.

He could feel the tension in his fingers, as though power might surge forth at any moment.

He raised his hand into the air, his body buzzing with anticipation as he looked up at the clear blue sky above.

With all the enthusiasm he could muster, he shouted, "Normal Series… Normal Punch!"

He threw his fist toward the sky with all his strength, expecting a thunderous explosion, a shockwave to ripple through the air, or at least some crackling energy to burst forth.

His eyes were wide, shimmering with eagerness. He felt like a kid unwrapping a present on Christmas morning, ready for the miracle he was sure awaited him.

But nothing happened.

The meadow remained still, undisturbed except for the breeze that seemed to whisper mockingly through the grass.

His fist had sliced through empty air, achieving nothing. Adam's face fell, his expression shifting from hope to confusion and then disappointment.

"What? That's it?" he muttered, lowering his arm. He looked down at his hand as though it had betrayed him. "So… I don't have Saitama's strength."

The realization weighed on him heavily, and for a moment, the excitement drained from his body. His shoulders slumped, and he let out a deep sigh of frustration.

"But," Adam murmured to himself, straightening up again, "so what? If I don't have super strength, then I must have something else."

He clenched his fists again, shaking off his disappointment as determination sparked in his eyes. He wouldn't give up—not yet.

"Think, Adam. Think!" he urged himself. The memory of another anime surfaced in his mind, one that had captivated him back on Earth. He snapped his fingers as realization struck.

"Of course! Rudeus!" he exclaimed, the name of the anime bursting from his lips.

The memory was clear—magicians in that world didn't need to chant spells or memorize complex incantations.

All they needed was to visualize their magic, and it would take shape.

Adam's heart raced as the idea sank in. "What if… what if I don't need to chant spells either? What if I just imagine it, and it happens?"

The excitement returned, spreading like wildfire through his veins.

He took a deep breath and extended his hand in front of him, palm open and fingers slightly curled.

His expression hardened as he focused, shutting his eyes to block out the world around him.

"Imagine it," he told himself firmly. "A ball of water—a perfect sphere. Big enough to cover my entire body. I can do this. I just have to see it in my mind."

In the silence, Adam's breathing slowed, his focus narrowing to a single point.

In his imagination, he could see it clearly—a sphere of water forming before him, rippling and shimmering like a jewel in the sunlight.

He smiled faintly, confident that he could feel its presence even now.

With a surge of excitement, Adam opened his eyes. His smile froze.

There was nothing.

The space before him was empty. His hand was still outstretched, but no magical sphere hovered before it.

The disappointment hit him like a stone to the chest, and Adam's face crumpled with frustration.

"No… come on," he muttered, his voice rising in pitch as disbelief set in.

He threw both arms up toward the sky and shouted, his voice ringing out across the empty field: "This can't be happening! I don't have any cheat code at all?"

The words echoed into the distance, swallowed by the wind.

Adam's shoulders sagged as despair began to settle over him like a heavy blanket.

He dropped to his knees, his fists pounding the ground as he groaned, "At this point, I might as well just get struck by lightning and be done with it!"

And then it happened.

A spark.

Adam froze as a strange tingling sensation rippled through his hands, starting at his fingertips and spreading like a jolt of electricity.

He lifted his hands slowly, staring at them with wide, disbelieving eyes.

The tips of his fingers were glowing—faint at first, but growing brighter by the second.

Sparks began to crackle, jumping between his fingers like miniature bolts of lightning.

"What… what is this?" Adam whispered, his voice trembling.

Before he could process what was happening, the sparks intensified.

A blinding light erupted from his hands, forcing him to squint against the glare.

The air around him seemed to hum with energy, a deep thrumming sound that grew louder and louder.

Adam's gaze shot upward just in time to see the sparks leap from his fingers in a violent, jagged arc.

The bolt of lightning surged into the sky with a roar, illuminating the meadow in a flash of white-hot light.

Far above, dark clouds materialized out of nowhere, blotting out the sun like an ominous curtain.

The bolt of lightning collided with the clouds, sending ripples of energy pulsing through them. The clouds churned and twisted, glowing faintly with the aftershocks of the powerful strike.

Adam stared up at the sky, his face a mix of awe and terror. The sheer force of what had just happened left him breathless.

The meadow fell silent once more, the wind dying down to a faint whisper. Adam's hands trembled as he lowered them, his fingers still tingling from the energy that had just coursed through them.

"What… was that?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

And with that, the chapter ended, leaving the sky still dark and the air heavy with the lingering charge of Adam's impossible power.

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End of Chapter Two.