I can optimize spell code

Chapter 2 Optimization 1

As the command was given, Luo Mu felt a slight sinking sensation deep within his mind, and his 4 points of mental computing power were instantly withdrawn.

[Running successful!]

[Calculation result: Pure elemental power.]

Immediately afterwards, "Boom—".

There are no long, tedious eulogies, and no unnecessary special effects.

In the center of the dim array plate, a ball of pure orange-red flame suddenly burst forth without warning!

As the flames spread rapidly along the magic circle's stone groove, a warm orange light illuminated Rom's face and the entire room.

At the same time, a scorching heatwave swept through the entire stone house, driving away the biting cold. The frost-covered stone walls emitted a faint crackling sound, and white water vapor evaporated rapidly.

It was extremely quiet, yet extremely hot.

There was no magic leakage, no waste of light and shadow; all the magic was 100% converted into pure high temperature.

"We did it!" Rom couldn't help but raise his arms and shout.

The magical beasts outside the door, which had been trying to break in, seemed to have sensed the fluctuation of fire element. After letting out a few whimpers, they moved away from the house.

The presence of magical elements means, to them, that there is a powerful mage inside the house.

The crisis is temporarily over.

However, Rom immediately felt a slight fatigue in his brain, as if he had stayed up for several hours.

After the Fire Gathering Array consumed 4 points of mental computing power, he only had 4 points left.

"So, mental computing power... is considered part of brainpower?"

Spells consume mental energy.

The excitement of successfully casting a spell for the first time made Romu feel no fatigue. He looked at the perfect fire-gathering array in front of him and took a deep breath.

"Since the magic of this world is essentially code... then does that mean that all the magic in the world holds no secrets for me?"

In this world where magic represents absolute power, I can not only optimize magic, but also, with the improvement of my computing power in the future, perhaps even create new magic that has never been seen in this world before.

"Hmm...maybe I can create my own programming language, call it Roche! Found my own school!"

"...No, starting a business is easy but also easy to fail; achieving technological monopoly is the only way to succeed."

Luo Mu quickly calmed down, but he knew that his meager computing power probably wouldn't last for more than a few attempts.

How can we restore mental computing power? That is the question.

Just then, the system panel in my subconscious mind suddenly flashed green.

[System notification: The new local code ran successfully!]

[Operational environment feedback: Excellent! The code logic is perfectly compatible with the physical laws of the real world!]

[Achieved: First successful code compilation and execution.]

[Mental computing power increased by 20]

As if a cool spring water flowed through Luo Mu's mind, the slight fatigue from before was instantly swept away!

Moreover, he felt his thoughts had become clearer than ever before.

He quickly brought up the panel to check.

[Mental Computing Power]: 24

...

"Computing power has increased!" Romu felt a surge of joy.

However, such rewards are clearly unstable.

"Perhaps those magic potions from mages can also enhance mental computing power?"

Romú was eager to try more, so he tucked his teacher's parchment scroll into his pocket.

...

I don't know how much time passed.

The old mage Hamelin slowly awoke amidst an unusually comfortable warmth.

He opened his eyes in confusion, but the excruciating pain he expected from being torn apart by the monster did not come.

Instead, a rich aroma of meat broth wafted into my nasal cavity.

"You're awake, teacher. This dried meat was a bit tough when stewed. Since your teeth aren't good, I simmered it for you a little longer."

Hamelin struggled to turn his head and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a scene that made him question the meaning of life.

Luo Mu was squatting beside the fire array, holding a chipped iron pot in his hand, from which steam was rising.

The fire-gathering array, which had previously been depleted of magic, was now burning with an extremely vigorous and steady orange-red flame.

"This...this fire formation..."

Hamelin forgot even the pain in his chest, struggling to sit up, his eyes wide and his voice stammering:

"How is this possible?! You...you activated the formation?!"

"Oh, you mean this?"

Luo Mu stirred the hot soup casually, offering a perfunctory reply:

"The monster almost broke down the door just now, and I got desperate. I just mumbled something from your scroll, and maybe because I usually know it by heart, it suddenly reignited."

"Let's not talk about that now, please drink the soup while it's hot."

...

Just reciting from the scroll?!

Hamelin, of course, didn't believe it.

As a veteran mage who had studied magic for forty years, Hamelin knew better than anyone else.

Even the lowest-level small fire-gathering array requires a full half-standard quarter of magic power to guide it, and it requires the entire magic power reserve of a novice mage to even begin.

It might even take two or three days of repeated chanting attempts to ignite the fire-gathering array for the first time.

And Rom, an apprentice with absolutely no magical senses, could light up a magic circle just by spouting nonsense? This is even more absurd than teaching a magical beast to dance the wooden clog dance!

Hamelin swallowed hard, staring at the back of the person simmering the broth.

What made his scalp tingle even more than igniting the fire-gathering array was... the ball of flame within the array.

That ball of flame was completely different from the fire-gathering array he had cast before. There were no overflowing flames, no fluctuations caused by any elemental disorder... The flames quietly adhered to the grooves of the array plate, like a work of art.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

What does this mean? It means that the spellcaster's microscopic control over the fire element is far beyond the proficiency expected of a novice.

This exquisite control over converting all magic into heat without any loss... Hamelin swore he had only ever seen it in his entire life at the fingertips of that high and mighty Archmage in the capital.

"Just spouting nonsense? Nonsense..."

Hamelin was deeply shocked as he watched Rom approach with a bowl of soup and a smile on his face, yet he didn't know how to speak.

He even suspected... that Rom might be possessed by some kind of evil demon!

"Stop right there!"

Hamelin's face suddenly darkened, his eyes fixed on Romu like a hawk's, his tone more stern than ever before: "Romu, place your hand on the array plate, and recite the incantation again in front of me. I want to see you cast the spell with my own eyes!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Mu's eyes darted around, and he frowned, rubbing his temples in pain.

"Teacher, please forgive me."

He handed over the hot soup with a wry smile, sighing, "I just recited it once, and now my head feels like it's being pricked by hundreds of needles. My hands and feet are weak, and I can barely hold this bowl of soup. If you force me to recite it again, I'm afraid I'll faint on the spot."

Upon hearing about the splitting headache and weak limbs, Hamelin's expression softened slightly.

This is indeed a standard reaction to the initial forced communication with elements, leading to mental exhaustion.

Seeing that the old monk's attitude had softened, Luo Mu said sincerely:

"Besides, how could this be my lucky break? It's all thanks to you forcing me to memorize it by rote for the past ten years, plus the detailed annotations on your scrolls about the magic's guiding path."

I was terrified by the monster just now, and all the knowledge you've taught me kept popping into my head. Ultimately, it's all thanks to your excellent teaching, teacher.

Hamelin frowned upon hearing this.

Although he knew in his heart that the kid was mostly flattering him, the phrase "it's all thanks to the teacher's excellent guidance" still felt like a warm current, striking the old master's heart deeply.

Yes... If it were possessed by some powerful demon, or been taken over, how could it possibly serve you hot soup with such respect?

Since this kid is so weak from exhaustion that he can barely stand, then everything makes sense.

Looking at Romulus's pale face, Hamelin's doubts vanished completely, replaced by a wave of sorrow.

He had been teaching this kid for ten years, always thinking he was a useless person who couldn't sense magical elements, and he had always felt guilty about it.

Could it be... that I'm actually blind?

Or perhaps this kid's magical talent, accumulated over time, has finally blossomed, not only unlocking his magical talent today but even reaching its peak, achieving a state of perfect resonance with the elements!

...Has my hard work over the years finally paid off?!

The old monk took the hot soup with trembling hands, and looking at Rom's calm face, his eyes suddenly reddened for no reason.

God help me... I, Hamelin, have actually taught a good disciple in my lifetime!

Hamelin didn't want his students to see him crying, so he quickly raised his bowl to cover his face and gulped down a mouthful of soup.

The warm, rich broth slid down my esophagus, and with the warmth of the room, the meat jerky, which was usually tough and chewy, was stewed until it was soft and flavorful. The soup also contained some tender dried mushrooms.

"ah…."

"She's really finally figured it out! Even her soup-making skills have improved!..."