Darrick was sweating buckets right now. The act of taking over a system process was not as easy as it looked. He expected it to be rather easy because of the vision he saw in the archive last time but that confidence was also being drained away right now like his stamina and mana.

First of all, the artifact didn't have an authentic blueprint to work with so the process was a bit skewed from the start so system was doing the heavy lifting throughout the process but now Darrick had connected his soul with the artifact core. The automatic mana control was now switched to manual, now he had to oversee everything he had done last time by himself.

Whatever he was doing right now was just the imitation of what the Creation had shown him. It was not just the vision of beginning but everything that comes under creation, all that extraordinary knowledge was given to him not earned but it was there. Now it was his overconfidence that led to the difficult situation he was facing right now but is it right to give up when the work is difficult? Absolutely not and Darrick wasn't planning to either.

His hands were moving slowly to manipulate the strands of mana delicately. His mana core at the centre of his soul was working hard to pump mana into the process. Darrick may have been trying to handle the process as smoothly as he could but at the end of the day, he was just a beginner.

It hasn't been two days since he established his mana core connection with his soul. How bad of teacher Leon may have been but he was still good enough to teach him how to establish the connection. The mana core exists inside everyone but only a few can sense it and even with that only a few could actually establish a connection and begin utilizing it.

First and foremost he had to sense his soul, even though sounded difficult Darrick had been doing it since the day he came to this world but he had worked hard by Leon to sense something which he already could do comfortably. The next step was to envelop the mana core with his soul and that was it. The soul and mana core would integrate and that would be his first step as a mage.

Of course, the process wasn't easy but it wasn't that difficult either. The thing that took him a bit of time to understand was how to move the soul but when he learnt it in a few hours, the mana manipulation was easy-peasy.

This brings us to the current situation, he knew how to move the mana through his body but he hadn't used it even once in the real application so a lot of mana was being wasted. It was leaking out of the artifact in front of his eyes, if he could, he would have snatched it and put it back in but he was already overworked with manipulating the mana commands to the core.

He was sending his mental images to the artifact core through his mana. He didn't know how but he was just doing it. Conjuring the picture of what he wanted the artifact to be and sending them through the mana.

I think I'm talented in this thing. Maybe the talent depends on what you do, this would have been way more difficult if it was some spell craft shit but fortunately, it's ME and I'm the king here, I should be the king, Muhahaha. Oh shit! fuck! fuck! fuck!

The core was scattering, it was unstable when random thoughts were popping up in his head. Mana threads- the shape he was employing to send commands- was repairing the core again. Some threads were stretching out towards the components floating around but haven't made a connection with them, yet.

The threads were weird, they weren't completely under control, they were trying to do their own but were forcefully being dragged to do what was commanded. It seemed like they were alive, there was a lot more to them than just some mana threads, but he couldn't wrap his head around it, not now at least.

Now the core was completely stable, all of the threads that were passing through it had connected with the components. The components were glowing with an iridescent light, the glow was coming from the patterns to be exact. The threads were now connecting with each other making all of it a one whole system.

The components were being drawn towards the core. They were arranging themselves in a way that made them look like a proper artifact right now. The patterns on outside surfaces were expanding and connecting with each other.

The process was way different from the last time but maybe that was the reason he failed last time and was succeeding now. The artifact was flooded with white light all over it, it was almost over, almost.

There was just one thing missing right now and without it the whole thing was incomplete. It was the name. Darrick didn't know how important the name was for an artifact but he knew what it signifies for a being. It was a sense of identity, the uniqueness among all other common ground. For an artifact wanting to become a sentient being, it was all it would have when everything was forgotten.

The process was mostly done so the utmost concentration state was not necessary anymore. Darrick's thoughts were free to run wild again but it was currently focused on a single task, giving this newborn a name. This thing was just a taser but that did not make any difference, it would receive the name it deserves.

The artifact floated towards Darrick, it was just a few centimetres away from his chest. A string of mana was extending out his body towards the artifact, the artifact was also leaning to connect with him, the strings slowly edged forward and connected with the artifact and,

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Everything was just white all around. The white colour of the surroundings was tangible, it had mass and volume. Darrick moved his right hand, it created a dark streak of a line from where his hands passed. He stared at his hands in confusion, there was nothing here and he didn't know why he was there, then it clicked out of nowhere.

He moved his hands through the whiteness, writing something like he was carving something on the world itself. The name was being bestowed to the first creation of the Darrick, letter by letter. His name was 'FULMINAR'. The whiteness flipped to darkness and Darrick was back.

Just as he was done, he collapsed on the floor. His whole body was drenched in sweat, he swiped his hand at his forehead, the sweat drops were falling like rain from his hand. Then he wiped some sweat off from his lower face and held his hands in front of his face, there was something red there. His eyes were blurry from all the things he had done so it took a second to adjust the eyesight but what he saw after that was blood!

Ah fucking hell, I didn't even do anything and I'm already bleeding from my nose it's just crazy but hey, I made my first successful artifact. Congrats myself!

He lay down on the floor with a wide grin on his face, this was a gruellingly long work but the satisfaction and peace of mind it brought was immeasurable. He held fulminar in front of his face and he muttered,

"Identify"

Fulminar:

Common+ (Growth type)

This is the first creation of the 'Emissary of Creation' Darrick Vental. It has accepted him as its only owner.

This is a lightning-based artifact, it shoots a small volt of electricity towards its opponents. With enough living beings zapped it may evolve with the completion of other conditions.

"Hell yeah, baby! You were so goddamn difficult to make! Weren't you supposed to be just a Taser? Look what have you become and you will grow to unparalleled heights, hahaha."

His exhaustion was catching up, he stood back up put any excessive material on the table into the inventory and left the lab. He would rather sleep on his comfy bed than on the hard floor of the lab, so he dragged himself forcefully for the bed.

Just outside his room, he looked at the clock. It wasn't twelve yet, he had around twenty minutes till midnight and he had to check the biggest thing he gained from the archive today. Although he was sweaty and dirty, Darrick couldn't be bothered to shower right now, it was disgusting to think but fortunately or unfortunately, he wasn't thinking.

He just stripped down most of his clothes up to undergarments and fell flat on his bed, it was nice to be on the bed but he couldn't sleep yet, just a minute, he had just a minute of work to be done.

"System, show me the profile."

The profile function can be only used for 4 minutes and 11 seconds outside Archive every day.

Do you want to proceed?

"Yes"

Profile:

Name: Darrick Vental (unknown)

Level: 4(unknown)

Age :17(unknown)

Race: Human(unknown)

Title: Emissary of creation(unknown)**

HP: 110

MP: 225

Strength: 08

Stamina: 08

Vitality: 11

Dexterity: 17

Intelligence: 12

Mana: 15

Unused stat points: 2

Spell sigils: None

Spirit contracts: None

Alchemy sigil: None

ME sigil: Unknown

This is so awesome! At last, I became something similar to an Isekai MC, for a limited time but still, it's awesome. I really did gain something precious from that book.

Darrick examined the profile page closely again and again to see if it was real or not. He scrolled up and down, switched pages to other functions and still nothing happened everything was as it was! He really got the profile, although it had a time limit but it worked. It had so many things in there,

It shows my stats, sigils and my basic info. Yeah that checks out, everything a profile should show. But still.. Uh.. What the hell is that gibberish in the first section? Is the system trying to consider my past life info? If that's what it was then why does it not know anything about me? Just the age is different and I had no levels and titles, that was it.

"Hey system, Can you hear me? You should update my profile."

If it could change profile whenever needed then I would have changed my title to 'The Great Emperor' or something like that but still what we have currently is also quite satisfactory in my honest opinion.

The half-dead guy was analyzing his stats right now. He didn't know anything about what should be the average stat but with a bit of guessing here and there, it was most likely to be nine, neither eight nor ten. Just nine.

Darrick had come to this conclusion because he did not have nine on strength and stamina. Currently, his strength and stamina were lower than the average person's but were not lower than most people by two points. Yes, only then would it make a bit of sense otherwise he was just weakling and that was unacceptable.

The other four stats were abnormally high from the estimated average. He can factor the vitality and intelligence as Darrick simply being better than average people but dexterity and mana were way over the top.

I don't think it's natural. Did the system modify these things for me to become a magic engineer? It's possible cause that profession would need a more dexterous body and a lot of mana, maybe stamina too but that's still low. Eh, whatever.

What caught his attention the most was unused stat points. It was just there, no explanation no nothing. He *knew* what it was, of course, but didn't know how it was. He was level four right now so maybe one point per two levels or it could be just level one bonus which he hasn't used yet, and it only gives one point per five levels. Nothing was impossible but thinking about the latter was just pain.

Where do these stat points even come from anyway? There is no XP bar either. I would have assumed it was monster energy if I had to fight monsters to level up but no, that's not it.

He changed his sides in his sleeping position, it wasn't comfortable to stay awake in this position, it was Darrick's go-to sleep position and he thought,

Am I able enough to think this thing through now? Absolutely not! Then good night, me.

He reached for the blankets at his feet but they weren't there, they had fallen off the bed when he was changing sleeping positions, and it was really infuriating to pick the damn blanket right now.

"Ah, Fucking Dammit!"