My Magical System

As the Queen charged forward at a terrifying speed, she was suddenly struck by a violent gust of wind—so powerful that it hurled her backward.

Regaining her balance, the Queen let out a deafening screech before lunging forward once more. She knew no fear. She desired only one thing—extinction. Extinction for everything that dared obstruct her path.

Rustle—

A strong wind swept across the battlefield. From within the swirling emerald gust, a silhouette emerged.

It was Eman, standing firm.

But something about him had changed.

Inside Eman's Soul Domain, a new pillar of light had appeared—erected with a brilliant emerald glow, encircled by what looked like silver wind.

The winds around him didn't just blow—they danced, like spirits answering a long-awaited call.

Raising his hand, Eman was startled to see that his arm had turned emerald, covered in scales and tipped with sharp claws.

However, he had no time to stay idle—the Extinction-level threat was already lunging at him, like a dark comet hurtling down to crush him.

Somewhere in a secret, secluded location, the cultists watched in silence, their mouths agape. Within the crystal orb, the battle unfolded before their eyes. Everyone held their breath, as if even the slightest sound might shatter the moment.

If Eman had been there, he probably would've mistaken the scene for a bunch of cloaked weirdos watching a blockbuster in an underground cinema—popcorn sadly not included.

Cinema or not, it was undeniably cinematic. The sudden entrance of the Guardian Dragon had the cultists nearly falling out of their creepy robes. No one had bet on a surprise dragon cameo, much less one with such impeccable timing.

Several of them nearly choked on their own saliva—not out of awe, but sheer panic. Fortunately for their lungs, the Corrupted Queen Bee promptly defeated the ancient dragon like it was a minor inconvenience. Collective sighs of relief followed, like an audience watching the villain regain control after a brief scare.

Their plan was still intact. Unhinged? Maybe. But intact.

After all, what could an exhausted antique dragon and a random human boy possibly accomplish against that monstrosity?

They were about to celebrate when—

Flash.

Both the dragon and the human boy were suddenly engulfed in a blinding emerald light.

Cue the awkward silence.

Every cultist's mouth dropped open in perfect unison as the monstrous Queen was sent flying backward by nothing more than a gust of wind.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

The sound of synchronized swallowing echoed through the chamber like frogs in a sacred panic choir.

Inside the crystal orb, Eman's image flickered into view.

His body shimmered with a faint glow, a majestic pair of emerald dragon horns now crowned his head, and elegant faint patterns of emerald scales traced along his face, pulsing with quiet power.

"Is this… the legendary contract with an ancient creature?!"

The robed elder blurted out, eyes wide and voice trembling.

Of course, he tried to act composed a second later, as if he hadn't just squealed a second ago.

The battle against the Corrupted Queen Bee continued. But Eman, with his new power, was finally able to land some hits.

Furious. The Queen, trembling with wrath, sent a beam of dark nectar.

Facing such terrifying power, Eman didn't flinch.

The wind coiled around him like a loyal serpent.

With a flick of his wrist, the gale erupted beneath his feet, launching him skyward. He met her head-on while evading the beam of dark nectar in the process.

Moments later, a crackling noise filled the air—an intense clash erupted mid-flight, as razor-sharp claws collided with a thick, glossy carapace. Sparks burst from the impact, scattering light across the sky.

The Queen twitched and launched her venomous stinger.

SWOOSH!

Eman sidestepped mid-flight, then spun, delivering a crescent slash of compressed air that sliced across her thorax.

A thunderous shriek ripped through the skies. The sound reached all the way to Rothsport Town, where the soldiers and guards were still busy not dying. Swords clashed, shields cracked, and monsters howled. But even amid the chaos, heads turned.

Amid the chaos, Rossbert found a brief moment to glance up. He had no idea what was happening in the skies above, but he could sense two overwhelming auras clashing in the distance.

Then, his eyes caught sight of a glowing figure, bathed in radiant emerald light.

"Is that… Eman?" He muttered in disbelief, unable to keep the question from slipping out.

He wasn't the only one.

Across the battlefield, many who looked skyward were struck with the same thought.

Having just finished off an enemy with a precise slash, Zoey froze for a second. She turned her gaze upward, narrowing her eyes against the blinding glow in the sky.

From her vantage point, all she could see was a towering, monstrous shadow clashing with a streak of emerald energy that moved like a storm.

"What's happening up there? Is Eman alright?" She whispered, before pushing the thought aside. She charged at the next foe and drove her ancient wooden sword straight into her target's chest.

GAARR~~!

The monster let out an eerie growl before collapsing. It never stood a chance—Zoey's sword, though seemingly simple, was infused with invisible Spirit Energy, far beyond the capabilities of ordinary weapons.

Not far away, Sol was soaring through the battlefield, striking down flying beasts and corrupted bees with sharp precision. Despite the chaos, she showed no concern for Eman.

She didn't need to worry.

She believed in him—completely. Some might call it blind faith, but her trust in Eman was deeper than anything any fanatic could ever claim.

Meanwhile, in the sky, Eman's vision was filled with cascading panels of skills—abilities that only he could see.

These skills weren't originally his. They appeared after his contract with the Guardian Dragon was forged.

Back then, even after purchasing the Wind Nature Elementary Magic on his Window Interface Market, he found the wind magic hard to control.

But, now?

After the contract, it felt like part of his very soul.

The wind answered him not as a tool, but as an extension of his own being. As if the storm itself had accepted him.

He wasn't just using the wind anymore.

He was the wind.