1: The wish itself is not distorted, only the way it is realized is different.

"I wish..."

"To immediately learn the magic on this parchment scroll."

Inside a tent on the edge of a temporary camp, on the outskirts of the Monster Forest.

A handsome, white-haired youth dressed in a magic robe was squeezed into the cramped tent, "making a wish" to the parchment in his hand.

Time passed bit by bit, but the parchment remained blank, and he had not learned any magic.

"Fictional information cannot be satisfied..."

The youth let out a sigh of relief and simply wrote this discovery onto the blank parchment.

"Exploring the rules is still too dangerous..."

After saying that, he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"But if I don't do this, am I supposed to complete the magic spells myself?"

"Lord Mage... are you resting?"

A timid inquiry came from outside the tent.

"What is it?"

Recognizing who it was, the youth stood up and tucked the parchment into his robe.

"The, the two young masters, again..." the maid outside stammered.

Before she could finish, the tent flap was pulled open, and the white-haired youth stepped out, his face instantly taking on a hint of majesty that did not match his age.

His name was Ronan.

Not long ago, he had been struck on the head by a meteorite and sent to this fantasy world.

His current identity was a mage who mastered several zero-circle spells and was registered as an Adventurer.

Unfortunately, as the original owner's soul dissipated, the magic he mastered had also vanished without a trace.

Ronan could only extract complete magical knowledge bit by bit by sorting through the original owner's scattered memory fragments.

This was a long process.

Therefore, for Ronan, who had just crossed over yesterday, it seemed understandable that he hadn't pieced together a single complete spell.

At this very moment.

By the campfire of the temporary camp, an argument between biological brothers was unfolding.

"You did it on purpose! How could you run into such a large rock?! Clearly..."

The Eldest Young Master's face was flushed red as he pointed at the Second Young Master opposite him.

The employer's party consisted of four people: a young lady with a maid, and these two brothers who were pursuing the young lady.

"Clearly what? Who's crazy enough to run into a rock on purpose?" the Second Young Master replied sarcastically.

"You clearly saw that I..."

The Eldest Young Master clenched his fists, glanced at the other's bleeding arm, and trembled slightly all over.

In front of the young lady, if he actually admitted it out loud, how would it be any different from surrendering?

"Oh, big brother, you're a grown man, you can't be afraid of blood, can you?"

Seeing the other at a loss for words, the Second Young Master pointed out the issue directly.

He swung his injured arm, intentionally or unintentionally flicking blood toward the other.

"You should have said so sooner! I would've just stayed away from you, why are you blaming me..."

"You, you, you..."

The Eldest Young Master was so angry he couldn't speak, and unable to dodge the Second Young Master's blood-flicking, he simply drew his sword and roared loudly,

"I challenge you to a duel!"

"Big brother, can you actually bring yourself to strike?"

"Don't think I won't!"

"No, what I mean is..." the Second Young Master spread his hands, "A duel will also involve blood..."

He could hold the Eldest Young Master's fear of blood over him for a lifetime.

Ronan watched this scene from afar, long since accustomed to it.

Along the way, these two brothers had performed all sorts of bottomless antics to win the young lady's favor.

Unfortunately, the young lady had a peculiar way of thinking; she happened to enjoy this kind of drama where brothers turned against each other for her sake.

Seeing the maid leading the mage closer, the brothers' hostile posturing immediately softened.

The young lady blinked her large eyes and said pitifully,

"Lord Mage, Weiss was accidentally injured, could you please help?"

Ronan nodded, his peripheral vision intentionally or unintentionally sweeping over another man not far away.

He wore leather armor, carried a bow and arrows, had grey skin, and long, pointed ears... this was a teammate from the Adventurer party, the Grey Elf "Hawkeye."

Knowing he couldn't avoid it, Ronan sighed inwardly and walked up to the Second Young Master.

He looked serious and tried his best to appear indifferent. Then, he cautiously snapped his fingers.

Instantly, the air around the wound distorted slightly.

Multiple small green tentacles scrambled out of the void, constantly licking the blood at the wound and repairing the necrotic muscle tissue.

After just a moment, the wound was restored to its original state, without even a scar left behind.

"What a powerful Healing Spell!"

The Second Young Master cried out in a low voice, shocked by this incredible recovery speed.

The other three turned to look at Ronan, their impression of the mage's power rising another level.

However.

As the wound healed and the green tentacles lost their target, they suddenly began to writhe frantically.

Several small tentacles danced and fused into one thick tentacle,

which actually lunged toward the Second Young Master's ear!

At the critical moment, the distortion in the void abruptly dissipated, and the thick tentacle vanished along with it.

"Thank you, Lord Mage," the Second Young Master thanked him respectfully.

He hadn't seen the eerie tentacle that had suddenly appeared and nearly crawled into his ear at all.

The others were the same.

Ronan was the only one present who witnessed the entire process.

He quietly clenched his cold, sweaty hands, said nothing, and turned to walk back.

The employers were used to the mage's cold and aloof nature; seeing him leave, the two brothers began their jealous bickering again.

However, when the Second Young Master inadvertently caught sight of the wet blood on his sleeve, a sudden, inexplicable sense of fear welled up in his heart.

He hurriedly tore off the entire blood-stained sleeve and threw it at the Eldest Young Master.

Claiming it was a gesture of severing their brotherhood, he managed to give the Eldest Young Master a start as well.

Not far away, a sharp gaze remained fixed on Ronan.

Hawkeye always cast a blatant, scrutinizing look at him whenever he appeared.

It wasn't until Ronan returned to his tent that this obvious feeling of being watched finally disappeared.

Finally, I've managed to get through it once more... He maintained his mage persona specifically to prevent others from discovering the fact that he 'couldn't cast spells.'

The original owner's memories mentioned a phenomenon that existed in some Adventurer parties.

A 'triple-zero' Adventurer in the party—one with no combat power, no contribution, and no value—would often die or be injured during a mission due to various uncontrollable "accidents."

And after the party returned to the association, there was a tiny probability they could apply for a substantial compensation fee.

Ronan did not want to become the reason for the party to apply for compensation.

He had to devise many plans and find the best way to eliminate this Grey Elf who was full of malice toward him... At this moment, a piece of information that only he could see flashed before his eyes.

【Wish established!】

【wish power Reserve -1】

This was his cheat code.

A Divinity that had existed in his soul since he crossed over.

It had two parts: one was the function to consume wish power to make a wish; the other was a visualized panel:

———Miracle Godhead———

【Owner: Ronan】

【wish power Reserve: 6】

[Status: Severely Damaged (To be repaired)]

[Authorities: Deprivation, Bestowal, Descent]

When he first saw the wishing function, the first thought that popped into his head was:

"Am I going to be invincible in the world, achieve eternal enlightenment, and become immortal?"

But that thought never appeared again after he wished for a meat burger and a giant frozen mountain appeared instead.

Wishing carried unpredictable dangers.

He could only deduce the relevant rules through cautious attempts.

Just like in front of the Second Young Master earlier, his wish was: "Stabilize the injury to the minimum extent."

Although the tentacles went out of control in the end, from the result, the tentacles didn't cause any bad consequences; instead, they truly healed the Second Young Master's injury.

This situation was also recorded in the rules he had summarized:

The wish is not distorted, only the method of realization differs.

For Ronan, the danger and uncontrollability of wishing randomly were self-evident.

But to maintain his mage persona, he could only continuously explore the rules and try to safely handle current needs within a limited framework.

Just then, a familiar voice sounded from outside the tent.

"Lord Mage, your other teammates are back. Lord Shield Mountain asked me to invite you over."