Mushoku Tensei: The Fool Magician

Roy began to unleash the boundless depths of his imagination, painting vivid, breathtaking landscapes. An endless ocean churned with waves that seemed ready to consume everything in their path. A starlit night sky, reminiscent of Van Gogh's Starry Night, revealed the unfathomable depths of the universe. Towering peaks like Mount Everest stood solemn and serene, their snow-clad summits exuding a sense of majesty and peace.

Through Roy's mind, these worlds came alive. Every detail, from the intricate veins of leaves on a tree to the grandeur of rivers and mountains, reflected nature's wonder and beauty. Even the tiniest creatures, like mosquitoes, were rendered with lifelike precision.

The vast expanse of the ocean, the twinkling constellations, the snow-capped mountains piercing the heavens—Roy brought them all into being as though he were a master artist, lost in the act of creation.

His imagination knew no bounds; rivers and mountains, galaxies and constellations, down to the delicate textures of flowers and the smallest insects.

It could be ethereal and abstract or precise and intricate.

Anything he envisioned could take form.

It felt like a dream, yet it was profoundly real.

In this realm, he was the absolute creator, and this world was a reflection of his consciousness.

As his thoughts expanded, so did his connection to this world. Perhaps even Roy didn't fully realize it yet, but his consciousness was merging with the very fabric of this domain.

His mental strength grew, swelling with each passing moment. His soul became increasingly pure, entwining with this world until they were inseparable. Every new scene he imagined refined his spirit further, bringing him closer to a state of untainted clarity.

Before long, Roy's soul reached a state of flawless purity.

When his inspiration seemed to run dry, he began adorning his world with finer details.

Unexpectedly, a thought crossed his mind—an echo from his former life as a self-proclaimed otaku.

He remembered Ram and Rem, Roxy, Alice, Rikka Takanashi—so many characters from the anime he had once loved.

What if he could bring these characters to life?

But as soon as the idea took shape, the world remained silent.

A disquieting stillness.

Roy frowned, scratching his head. His dream of turning his favorite anime characters into reality felt so tantalizingly close—how could he give up now?

Determined, he focused on the finer details. He started with their outfits.

Maid costumes, of course.

White stockings would lend an air of pure, untarnished beauty. The black-and-white contrast of a classic maid uniform had an irresistible allure. This was the aesthetic he adored.

He loved white stockings.

Still, there was no response.

Perplexed, Roy glanced around, feeling a creeping sense of disorientation.

The world began to fade. Not only were his creations refusing to manifest, but the surrounding scenery also started to unravel, crumbling into fragments.

In an instant, everything dissolved into nothingness—mere bubbles in the void.

And then, from the endless white expanse, a faint glow emerged.

Hidden deep within the blinding whiteness was a radiant sphere of light.

Who would have guessed that beneath this desolate void, something so extraordinary could exist?

The sphere emitted a soft, azure glow—gentle and serene, never harsh on the eyes.

Roy had a vague idea of what it might be. Could this be the Core of the Creator, the very essence of this world?

Curiosity piqued, he stepped closer, attempting to close the distance between himself and the sphere.

But it was futile. No matter how far he walked, it felt as though he remained rooted to the same spot.

Frustration creased his brow as the fragmented world writhed and struggled. Invisible forces began to repair the shattered realm, and the gap between Roy and the sphere started to close.

Before long, he found himself standing directly before it.

Reaching out, he extended a hand to touch the glowing sphere.

In that moment, a cold, detached voice echoed in his mind.

[System Loading...]

[Scanning Host Identity... Detected as Intruder.]

[Unknown interference detected. Scan failed.]

[Retrying scan. Please wait...]

[Scan failed.]

[Initiating Host Binding...]

[Binding failed.]

[Retrying Host Binding...]

[Binding failed.]

These cold, robotic tones echoed relentlessly in Roy's mind, repeating like a broken record nearly a hundred times. The monotony dragged on until, just as Roy let out a bored yawn, the synthesized voice finally shifted.

[Intruder Confirmed.]

[Commencing Eradication.]

Roy jolted upright as a sudden chill ran down his spine. The fractured world around him seemed to tilt and spin. A massive eye emerged from the void, its gaze fixed unblinkingly upon him.

The eye was emotionless, cold, and distant. It simply stared at Roy. Yet behind it, faint wails and cries echoed sporadically, as though the eye carried the despair of countless souls.

Roy instinctively blinked, his heart pounding with a sense of overwhelming dread. Yet, to his surprise, there was no pain, no sudden death. Instead, an eerie calm enveloped him.

The great eye observed him for a few moments longer before slowly closing.

[Eradication Failed.]

For the first time, the system's cold, mechanical tone seemed to waver slightly.

Roy blinked again. He felt an urge to laugh, but his unease stifled it.

Silence hung heavy. Neither Roy nor the system made a sound.

At last, the robotic voice broke the tension.

[System Activation Successful.]

[Your Identification Number: 000.]

[Warning: You have been added to the Administrator's blacklist.]

[Your current privileges are: ####].

[Host detected in soul form. Beginning world search for reincarnation...]

[Search complete.]

[Your initial talent is:]

[S-Rank: Immaculate Soul (Phase One).]

[Description: Having undergone unknown transformations, your soul has been purified by the world itself. Congratulations, fortunate host. Your soul has reached a state of flawless purity.]

[Effect: Your initial talents will begin at their maximum potential.]

[Privileges: EX-Level.]

[As part of your reincarnation, you are granted two talent draws.]

[Note: Talent probabilities are as follows:]

A-Rank: 0.01%

B-Rank: 1%

C-Rank: 10%

D-Rank: 20%

E-Rank: 68.99%

[With EX-Level privileges, your draws are guaranteed to include one A-Rank and one B-Rank talent.]

[A-Rank: The Fool (Phase One).]

[Description: The Fool walks boldly toward the precipice, dressed in a riot of colors. Behind him, a small white dog barks furiously, seemingly warning him to stop. Yet the Fool pays no heed. His gaze remains fixed on the distant sky, oblivious to the cliff ahead. He carries a white rose in his left hand—a symbol of purity and passion—and a staff with a bundle slung over his right shoulder. This staff, no ordinary stick, represents power. But who else would tie their belongings to such a symbol of authority?]

[Effect: Greatly enhances mental strength and capacity.]

[B-Rank: Greed.]

[Effect: Significantly improves learning speed in combat-related experiences.]

[Initiating Transference...]

A flood of information poured into Roy's mind. Before he could fully grasp the details, his vision blurred. Darkness consumed him, and his consciousness began to fade.