A gargoyle smashes into the ground a few feet away from us. Poor Omerta does her best to shield herself from the blast, but it's too much.

She flies off and remains prone, and I struggle to stay on my feet too. It's fine, the plan is ready.

From what I have seen so far, magic works like rock-paper-scissors. Everything has its counter if you have time to prepare.

When the witch fired a powerful magic blast, the First Bride raised a shield of the opposite element to block it.

She uses different barriers against physical attacks. As long as she knows what is coming, she can protect herself. But that's where my idea shines.

In movies you always see thick red or green lights bouncing around when they depict lasers.

The real ones, at least the high-power Infra Red lasers the military uses are invisible. What are the odds that she'd expect something that doesn't exist in this world?

She won't figure out what will happen as long as I can imagine every element within my body.

The muscles turn into huge capacitors while my veins become the cabling.

That means the brain will be an enormous diode, and my eyes will be the lenses.

It doesn't have to be one hundred percent accurate. The System will plug the holes with this world's magic.

The Mana makes anything happen as long as I imagine the result and a way to achieve it.

I saw the videos, the breakdown, the method, and the results.

I watched so much bullshit on YouCube, it's about time to put it to good use. The no-longer-old hag stands there, grinning.

She thinks she won already and I have no comeback to her overwhelming magical prowess. I can't wait to see that evil grin turn into a frown.

Okay, it does feel like a shame to burn her to ashes now that she looks young and hot, but still rather her than me. I take over every element I can think of and the rest is up to the System.

The transformation begins and goes without a hitch. She can't dodge something that goes at lightspeed. She can't raise a shield if she can't see it.

Whatever I look at will turn into cinders in a matter of seconds. The only flaw of this plan is that I decided to use the actual body parts.

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Once the magic fires, I must learn the hard way, that no eyes — not even Alex's — can withstand this heat.

Does it work? Yes. I can see a hole appear in the bitch's shoulders and her grey robes catch on fire. But then, it's all black. And painful. My eyeballs melt in their sockets, and I go blind.

"Argh!" We scream in unison. The fact that I hear hers means that her pain is even worse than mine.

It might be because my brain is now a diode so it doesn't function as it should, but that's only a plus.

It must be rather stupid to melt your eye. From that moment I can only go on by the sounds I hear.

At least the cat ears work great.

There are wooshing sounds, and I imagine the laser firing again, whatever is ahead.

I hear a sound almost like water boiling, like when the molten lava bubbles up. Something smashes into the ground and must have been close but I'm still alive.

Did I cut a gargoyle in half? There's more whooshing, but it's getting further away this time. So does the painful scream of the First Bride. Is she on the run?

Damn, if I could still see, I could take her down like an AA battery, but I screwed myself over. All I hear now is the whimpers of Omerta nearby, and the crackling of fire in the distance.

Once it's over I stop concentrating. My body regains its original functionality, which means pain, a lot of it. I can't even stay standing, but I won't scream out, even when my vision doesn't return.

[Notice: Congratulations. You are blind.]

Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. Give my sights back.

[Notice: You can't use healing magic at your level.]

Here we go again. Then turn on Auto Battle. You'll heal your eyes, otherwise you can't fight anyway. If you're splitting hairs then have it your way.

[Notice: The danger has passed. Emergency Powers are offline.]

The pain gets even worse. It seems like those powers included some painkillers too. Not anymore. But hey! I survived. Didn't that clear some mission you set? Where's my reward?

[Notice: There was no reward for that mission, only a death penalty on failure.]

I hate this System so much. I can't wait for Alexandra to return and chew her out for it. Even then, I leveled up right before the fight, and you promised some skills, where are they?

If one of them is healing, I can deal with this myself. Who'd have thought that sitting in the darkness, listening to these weird sounds in immense pain is no fun?

[Confirmation: You are right. Here are the three choices for skills you can learn at your second level. You can pick one.]

[Skill: Crafting. It lets you figure out ways to use materials and turn them into useful items.]

What?

[Skill: Farming. It lets you grow fruits and vegetables in any soil. It also gives you the necessary knowledge to increase the yields.]

Are you kidding?

[Skill: Mining. It gives you the knowledge of metals and crystals. It also teaches you ways to extract them from their surroundings. It includes the basics of tunneling, to build a mine.]

You're trolling me, right? What are these skills? I'm a warrior class, damn it. Why would I farm or mine? And how does this help with blindness?

[Reminder: You can only pick one. And while you're blind, you'd incur large penalties during your skill checks.]

This can't be real. But he's not joking. It's how the System always is. Why am I even surprised? Fine, get on with this shit. I'll become a crafter. That sounds like the least useless for my kind.

[Notice: You have learned the skill of Crafting.]

[You don't have any materials to use. Exhaustion would lower the quality of the outcome. Your blindness would also impact the quality.]

[You need to rest and heal your eyes before trying to craft for the first time.]

Yeah, fuck you too.