Reincarnation of Dragongod

As I carefully inspect the library, my eyes fall on something peculiar—a faint outline of a door etched into the floor, half-hidden beneath a thin layer of dust. Curiosity gets the better of me. I kneel down, brushing the dust away with my hand. Sure enough, it's a trapdoor. My fingers find the edge, and with a bit of effort, I lift it open.

A cold draft rises from below, chilling the air around me. A narrow staircase spirals down into darkness, and the faint scent of parchment and ink wafts up. My heartbeat quickens. This isn't just a hidden corner of the library—it's something more. Something secret.

Without hesitation, I descend the stairs, each creak of wood beneath my feet echoing through the silence.

The sight before me takes my breath away—rows upon rows of books, not on swords, but magic. The air feels charged, as though the room itself is alive with lingering power.

I pick up one of the books, its cover worn but the contents pristine. As I flip through its pages, my curiosity deepens. The text explains the principles of magic in this world. It turns out there are two ways to use magic: feeling and calculating.

Basic elements like water, air, earth, and fire can be controlled by those who can feel their flow naturally. But for more advanced or unique magic, calculations are necessary. For example, stealth magic—used by the assassin guilds—requires a combination of light magic to distort perception and sound magic for soundproofing. Every spell needs to be recalculated each time it's cast, down to the tiniest detail.

I can't help but grin at the complexity. "If only I could code this magic like a program," I murmur. "Just compile it once and run it whenever I want."

Suddenly, a strange notification appears in my vision.

[System—Analyzing the magic calculation]

[Using Unique Ability—The Coder]

"What the..." I mutter, blinking rapidly.

Before I can process what's happening, the system prompts me again:

[Program compiled, Stealth.m file created.]

I stare at the notification in disbelief.

M for magic? File created? Does this mean I can use it repeatedly with while loops and for loops? Add functions, classes, and objects? My programmer instincts kick into overdrive, and the implications hit me like a thunderbolt.

"This... this is insane!"

But my excitement is short-lived as I glance at my status window, which suddenly opens before me:

[Status Window]

[Name]: Zenith Vandor

[Age]: 6

[Race]: Half-Human

[Title]: Scion of Vandor

[Strength]: F

[Mana]: FFF

[Vitality]: FF

[Agility]: F

[Intelligence]: A

[Unique Ability]: The Coder [SSS]

[Other Abilities]: None

My grin falters. Mana: FFF.

"What the hell?! What's the point of having this cheat ability if I don't even have the mana to use it?"

I groan, leaning back against the wall. If only I'd been born into Solanaris, the magic family, I'd have mana in abundance. I wouldn't be stuck with this measly FFF.

But as frustration bubbles up, so does determination. My coding ability is no joke. Even with this pathetic mana pool, there must be a way to work around it. After all, that's what being a programmer taught me—finding solutions no matter how bad the situation seems.

For now, I'll master the basics. I'll create programs for every spell I can find. And one day, I'll make this world regret underestimating someone with like me, A True Coder.

From that night onward, my life gains a purpose. Every night, under the cover of darkness, I sneak into the hidden basement. I slip past the silent halls, careful to avoid creaking floors and prying eyes. My small hands push open the dusty trapdoor, and I descend into the magical archive that only I seem to care about.

The smell of old parchment and ink becomes my new comfort, and the flicker of candlelight my only companion. I devour the principles of magic like a starving man at a feast.

But I see beyond that. Feeling magic? No thanks. I take the complex calculations behind each spell and convert them into logical lines of code. Every page, every diagram, I painstakingly rewrite using my [The Coder] ability. I write late into the night, the glow of the system window illuminating my face.

[System Processing...]

[Spell Conversion Complete. "Wind_Slice.m" file created.]

[Spell Conversion Complete. "Wind_Shield.m" file created.]

[Spell Conversion Complete. "Stealth_Veil.m" file created.]

I lose track of time, but I don't stop. Days blur into weeks. Weeks become months. I write and compile magic after magic. Fireballs, barriers, stealth spells, gravity shifts—anything I can get my hands on. The library's forgotten tomes become my treasure, my teachers, and my lifeline.

By the time a year passes, I've done it. Hundreds of spells now exist as codes—clean, organized, and executable at will.

[System Status Updated.]

[Number of Compiled Spells: 127]

[Custom Functions Created: 16]

[Mana Usage Efficiency: +10% through Optimization.]

As I stare at my library of code, I can't help but grin.

"If only the people of this world knew..." I whisper to myself, "magic doesn't have to be a hassle anymore."

The only problem? My mana is still FFF. My greatest power remains locked behind my weakest stat. But that doesn't stop me. I know I've only scratched the surface of what I can do with [The Coder].

For now, I'm patient. I'll wait. When the time comes, I'll rewrite the rules of magic itself.

The next morning, as the first light spills through the tall windows, I find myself face-to-face with my mother. Levania Vandor, as regal and serene as always, sits by my bedside. She's watching me, her soft smile filled with warmth and mystery.

Suddenly, my vision blurs, and a familiar system window pops up.

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[Status Window]

[Name]: Levania Vandor

[Age]: 29

[Race]: Human

[Title]: Lady of Vandor, Blessed by Dragons

[Strength]: B

[Mana]: S

[Vitality]: A

[Agility]: B

[Intelligence]: C

[Unique Abilities]: Dragon's Grace

[Other Abilities]: Advanced Swordsmanship, Mana Manipulation

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I blink, my mind whirring as I process the stats in front of me. "Blessed by dragons? Mana: S?" No wonder my father married her. She's not just beautiful—she's terrifyingly strong. But something else catches my eye...

Her Race reads simply "Human."

I frown. A strange feeling bubbles up inside me, and I instinctively open my own status window for comparison.

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[Status Window]

[Name]: Zenith Vandor

[Age]: 7

[Race]: Half-Human

[Title]: Scion of Vandor

[Strength]: F

[Mana]: FFF

[Vitality]: FF

[Agility]: F

[Intelligence]: A

[Unique Ability]: The Coder - SSS

[Compiled Spells]: 127

[Custom Functions]: 16

[Other Abilities]: None

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Half-Human?

I pause.

"What's the other half, then?" I mutter under my breath, the thought sending chills down my spine. But almost as quickly, I shake my head. No, I'm overthinking this. It's probably nothing—just the system being dramatic again.

I brush it off for now, focusing instead on my mother. Her aura alone feels like a calm storm, gentle yet undeniably powerful.

"Are you feeling well, Zenith?" she asks softly, her voice like a lullaby.

I nod and smile faintly. "Yes, Mother."

Deep down, though, my mind is racing. Half-Human... Blessed by Dragons... The Vandor family truly hides more than I thought.