I flared open my eyes the second I was aware of my surroundings, the tranquil place which I from now on would most likely see every day- or night for that matter -greeted me, though I did not welcome it. The sweet scents left me untouched, the heavenly rays of sun ricochet of off me, and the warmth only cheered me up a little as I walked with a great kick in my step towards the stone near the waterfall. Despite my actions and outside look, I was everything but negative; in fact, I was thrilled to be back, so much so that I wasted not an ounce of energy for such worthless tasks as appealing happy. My hands, such masterful tools granted by evolution tore off the fabric cocoon of clothes from my body, and I reached the beautiful rock that would probably have my butt cheeks imprinted on it after I was done. With a sigh, I plopped down onto the warm stone, crossed my legs, rested my hands on top of my tights, and closed my eyes.

This time, unlike my first attempt, the skill [Meditation] triggered immediately. It granted me the ability to heighten my regenerative powers to my current maximum, and that was not without reason. The energy lines that ran through my body became visible through a metaphorical third eye and allowed me to see both their origins and destination, a tranquil, colorful, yet clear lake inside of me in which a gray liquid rested.

'Let's hope I don't fuck it up...' I thought with a little smirk on my face as I tapped into this alien power as if I was born with it in the first... first-first place.

The energy leylines began to glow radiantly, but only those I allowed to. Slowly the liquid running through those veins leading towards my palms began to shine softly, and a sensation of power fulfilled me, my excitement rose, and a giggle escaped me as I just cast the first spell from my mind, not reflex.

Without even looking, I knew that my palms were storing large quantities of my power this very moment, begging to be used, I acknowledged their cry and executed their wish. My magic traveled through the air like spider threads, fragile, slow and invisible, but with a clear destination, and it was underwater. Although I could not directly feel the chilly sensations of the refreshing water, I was still aware of it.

The water was despite its never stopping motions seemingly tranquil with its clear surface, though that soon changed when six grey blobs began to rise from its shallow depths to the surface. This sudden anomaly did not halt once and even went so far and break the laws of physics by floating two feet above the water. And if that feat wasn't brilliant enough, the color splats, that turned out to be pure pebbles, went even further by rotating around the very being who defiled gravitation.

A smirk revealed itself on my face, but only momentarily as I could feel time begin to move at a far faster pace than it usually did, though not before one more message was sent to me before the pro gamer training began: 10 hours of grinding.

Total weight is estimated to be around 345 grams worth of rock. Mana regenerations surpass that of consumption; thus, the spell can be cast indefinitely until physical needs will arise. Please remember that an ordinary unicorn wouldn't be able to sustain a spell like you who can remain calm and collective, but also to perfectly cast most spells after a complementary skill or ability has been created. Have fun.

4 days later.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth... My mind repeated those three words indefinitely as I watched the ceiling swing from side to side or more accurately, I was being rocked, and my eyes simply lay idle. This simple task was just a warm-up, as soon I would begin to count the lines in the wooden ceiling! Yes, fear my superior intellect. Of course, all of this was just to reactivate my mind.

The ability [Meditation] was an incredibly powerful skill when it came to grinding, even more so in the future where I might be able to double my regeneration rate of mana. Sadly, it had one drawback: It was mind-numbing. No, that was perhaps not a suitable description, it was too relaxing. I would sleep ten hours a night, and then another two spread across the day, meaning twelve hours of simple meditation, which made up the majority of my time spent and during that time and that of the 'after-effect' I could barely mutter a thought. Now, what made it so horrible to be freed from such things as thoughts? Simple, EVERYTHING. With none of my crude and society insulting opinions, I was left with urgh getting comfortable with this body.

I had no problem with acting like one of these animals, but actually getting to a point where I did not constantly belittle the downsides of not having an adult bipedal body was a horrible thought. Enough of my own self-pity.

Those four days, I spend continuously acting like a little perfect angel, and I mean it. I was behaving like expecting parents were praying for the first years of their child to be. I did not cry in the night, only made annoying baby sounds when I was hungry, and gave my 'mother' an alert five minutes in advance before I had to defecate. I had no love for the horse, perhaps gratitude for saving me, empathy for being in her care, and appreciation for devoting her whole life towards me. Still, I have no idea about her, other than she was seemingly desperate for getting a foal and the fact that she had baby equipment in advance. She looked pregnant, but I am pretty damn sure that she wasn't, there was also the fact that there were several pictures with a mysterious stallion, but that was the end of my information gathering department's report.

There was really nothing more to say other than the progress that I made in those successful days. Gentle Touch did not really do much all day, not that I'd blame her. Apparently, she had gotten a vacation for becoming a mother, and I would've done the same as her: Being lazy. Though things were starting to become boring.

A loud thud brought me out of my sweet, yet stale thoughts, though the stopping of my constant motion was what caught my attention. Gentle Touch closed an old-looking, velvet book that was by the looks of it ancient given the way the pages turned into a light yellow hue. The horse smiled to herself as she levitated the object towards one of the bookshelves and inserted in carefully back into the place it belonged.

"Be a good little colt while I quickly get my purse, would you?" asked Gentle as she all of us suddenly started a conversation and walked towards her bedroom, leaving me with a risen eyebrow.

Was that like in one of those tv shows where a character started a sentence and ends it hours later after being silent for an eternity? Also, purse? Were we going shopping, as in, entering the outside world? Finally, that sounded amazing!

A little grin grew onto my face as everything was going according to as planned, well, the games plan, but I expected it, so I'm going to take credit. My little spiritual friend recommended for us to take every chance to gather information for him to build a perfect personality, as well as to do our own little shopping tour.

It's not stealing if no one will ever realize that it was taken in the first place. Acquiring items are perhaps one of the most crucial deeds that need to be done for the upcoming dungeon trip. You can absorb items into your inventory by merely wishing for an object to be stored. Since collected items cannot be traced back to us unless an individual directly sees us doing it, there is little chance as you don't have to make contact for the action to be fulfilled.

Ahh, stealing, a primordial temptation of us taking what we don't have and the fear for our belongings to be taken, not that I'd give a shit about those I steal from, no, I can now just do it without consequences! Who's going to accuse an infant?

I chuckled to myself, well, in my mind, at least as I focused onto the second thing that lit up my mood. 'Status' I thought joyfully as I stared at the sudden appearance of my status window, displaying my progress.

Star Touch (John Weaver)
Level - 1
Class - None (The Gamer)
Race - Unicorn
HP (Health Points) - 50 [5 per minute]
MP (Mana Points) - 315 [44 per minute]
SP (Stamina Points) - 10 [5 per minute]
STR (Strength) - 5 (5) [10]
END (Endurance) - 5 (5) [10]
DEX (Dexterity) - 10
INT (Intelligence) - 31,5 = 32 (31,5) [14]
WIS (Wisdome) - 22
CHA (Charisma) - 5 (5) [10]
LCK (Luck) - 10

Nearly fifty hours of work allowed me to gain six points of wisdom and another three points in intelligence, which became a lot more thanks to my perks. Perhaps I should consider doing physical training within my mind to not be one-shooted by a rat, but for now, I would gloat in my progress. Speaking of progress, my skill did not stay stagnant either.

Indeed, you are growing in power, but you still have a long way to go.

Meditation - Level 6 (Exp: 66,67%)
This skill doesn't require any resources
A serene state of Mind and Body where you fully become one with yourself. It lets you faster recover from fatigue and wounds and Increase the Rate at which you Replenish your Spirit. This skill will occasionally also allow the user to passively gain Wisdom points if they remain in this state long enough by becoming one with the ambient Aether around them.
* Health regeneration increased by 10%
* Mana regeneration increased by 10%

Levitation - Level 8 (Exp: 0,00%)
This spell allows the user to move an object with the power of their mind. The spell itself has no limits and is completely dependent on the power of the caster.
* Maximum weight: 5.760kg (Int * 180g)
*Cost: 1 mana per 18g per minute
*Maximum Range between caster and object: 4,5m

'Haha, stare at my growth-wait a second! I gained about one level for [Meditation] every ten hours, but it literally changed nothing? What the hell, is that some kind of bug or did I waste all of that time!?' My mood delightful mood shattered from one moment to another as the information of stagnation trickled into my brain.

You did grow, though some skills grow in stages. [Meditation] only becomes every ten levels more powerful, it is also the time when growing rises in difficulty. It is also worth noting that you are growing, just not in power, but in control. Some classes and abilities depend on a certain level of control from other skills, thus why it is displayed. Would you like to review a thorough guide on the stats now?

'Urgh, fine, I'm not gonna complain as I probably would never, ever have had the patience or power to gain such skills in the first place without this whole system, so I probably should not start sounding like an ungrateful brat.' I mentally sighed as I accepted my now seemingly little growth, though at least I became more potent in levitation. 'Wait, I totally forgot about the stats, I thought I told you I wanted to hear about them the moment I entered the training dungeon.'

Yes, yes you did, though you also told me not to interrupt you whenever you started to train your abilities, in other words, the entire time you spend in the dungeon. ... Ohh... Based on your silence, I assume you have seen the error and wish to review the meaning of the stats.

Strength:
Strength is the physical power you have in your body. It determines the damage that your physical attacks put out, as well as how much you can carry. High levels of Strength show themselves in body size and muscle mass.

Endurance:
Endurance determines how much damage you can suffer before dying. High levels of endurance decrease damage taken. High levels of Endurance show themselves in thicker and more resistant bones and tissue.

Dexterity:
Dexterity defines how fast and agile you can move, as well as the limits of your movement and their potency. It does, however, not determine your stamina. High levels of Dexterity show themselves in leaner and move defined muscles, though they are not incapacitated by high levels of strength.

Intelligence:
Intelligence determines the power of your mind in both thinking and magic. Intelligence allows you to analyze information and process it at much higher speed, as well as the making of plans. High levels of Intelegnece show themselves in the coloration of the eyes and the size of the horn.

Wisdom:
Wisdom describes the user's ability to act on instinct as it sharpens their senses and allows for better decision making where information is lacking. High levels of Wisdom show themselves in the brightness of the eyes and the texture of the horn. It also would slow down aging, not that it is of importance to you.

Charisma:
Charisma describes your ability of social interaction, be it in appearing friendly, lying, or sex. High levels of Charisma show themselves in the beauty of the body, the sound of the voice, as well as the size of genitals and the performance in bed.

Luck:
Luck, as the name may imply, determines your luck in everyday life as well as specific situations. It manipulates reality and warps the chances of individual probabilities in the user's favor. High levels of Luck do not physically change the user

'I think... I think my brain is bleeding right now... stop warping knowledge in my brain unless I authorize it or its a critical situation, because, wow, that was a little bit much. Also, too much information on Charisma, because I sure as hell won't be leveling that stuff.' I answered groggily as my head throbbed, not from a headache, but rather from the information overload, it wasn't direct pain, or like stress.

'Denying what you are for at the very least several decades is not healthy, and even if you wish not to have a family, which would get in our way at such a crucial point of time, I see it not healthy to suppress the urges, and asking me to do the honor is not any better.' The game urged me, which I soaked in like a plastic wall.

'Naha, nope, nada! I ain't doing any of that. Perhaps I am a horse now, but I'm not gonna lower myself to fuck a horse, even when I am one. I mean, do I look like a pervert from harry potter? No to family, romance and sex. I like my lasagna without creme fraiche filling, thank you!' I answered truthfully and full of determination, making my point across. No sexual or romantic action for me.

A quiet thud brought me out of my thoughts as I saw Gentle touch, wearing a pair of saddlebacks on her back, as well as a folded stroller next to her. The mare wore a broad smile as she levitated me across the room and towards her.

'Holy fuck, I'm in Disney land!' I mentally cried out in both shock and amusement as my eyes met with a considerable castle way above us on the horizon. A white monstrosity of towers and unsafely build extensions made me wonder if there even were any laws of physics in this place. 'How fitting that I'm a Gamer and this world quiet literally seems to work on Minecraft logic...' A dry sniff escaped me.

"You see that little star? That's were the Princess lives!" She babytalk-ed at me with excitement as she halted her movement momentarily to allow me an even better view.

Turned out that the castle is not just hanging on the mountainside above us, it's actually partially inside the giant rock, softening my worries and fears of being crushed during an earthquake by an abomination of marble and gold. I just hope that this ain't where all the tax money goes.

The city reminded me of-no, scratch that, it was a medieval city with the feeling of colonization era London while keeping a European style. It was actually more beautiful than I initially thought with literally dozens of stalls and shops placed everywhere, making this place much more approachable than the concrete jungle in which you got lost after blinking once. Most buildings in the 'lower level' of the city- if the Smalltalk of some citizens complaining about the hard time their businesses are having is to be believed -were made out of wood, rock, or both, all having their own unique charm. Of course, knowing that this was pre-modern time, it was likely that the alleyways probably promised death, having a disease was a death sentence, and your life was practically worthless towards the higher-ups... basically my old home except for number two.

At the moment, Gentle and I were in some sort of market place filled to the brim with ponies, oh, excuse me, unicorns, haggling for the cheapest product. Yes, there were no price tags, they were all politely arguing in a surprisingly friendly manner which just made me wonder how they would be able to actually do their taxes.

"Greetings, Gentle, hows your day going?" asked a gruff voice as he smiled at my legal guardian. He seemed like the regular unicorn skin. Brown fur, a lighter brown tone for the mane and a hazelnut colored horn, as well as a receipt tattoo on his butt. What was that about anyway? "And what do my eyes spy there? Hello, little guy!"

"Oh, that's Star Touch. Come one, say hello to Short Bill." Gentle encourage. I just barely avoided the groan of the century when the Game took over and made me emit a light giggle. Damn, I'd be screwed without him.

"Well, aren't you a cute little fella, and what an interesting color pallet you have. Silver, white, and such beautiful blue eyes." Bill looked over my short form with a kind smile, though it quivered for a moment as he looked back at Gentle, probably noticing that I looked nothing like her. "Say Gentle, where did you pick up the little bundle of joy?" His tone shifted quickly into that of being nervous.

"Oh, I adopted him less than a week ago-" Gentle started, though halted momentarily, making it clear that the topic of death was much more touchy than it was on earth. "She died during the birth, the father was not found." Her eyes darted down as her hoof made a weak circling motion on the paved path.

"Oh!" Bill said, albeit louder than he initially thought. "Oh, I'm sorry for bringing up that topic, shouldn't have pushed my nose in other ponies business, huh?" The stallion said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Oh no, no, it's nothing to feel sorry about. I'd probably ask the same seen as, well, he, Star looks so much different than his mommy." Gentle said to lighten the mood considerably with a smile.

"Oh, ok, but at the least let me make it up for ya, the first apple's on the house, what do ya say?" Bill said kindly as he lifted a red, large, juicy apple with his brown magic and put it in Gentle's saddleback, making her mouth's corner arch up even more. See parents, that is how you get free stuff with children in tow.

Suddenly my eyes made contact with a blue aura, immediately warning me about social interactions. Why isn't her aura pink?

Gentle lifted me in front of the little stall of the Stallion while positioning herself next to me. "Look, Star, those are apples, and they're delicious." Yes, and the sky is blue. "We need five apples, so which ones do you like most?" I'm not even the one who's going to eat them, so why bother asking? Or is she perhaps using me as one of those truffle pigs?

'Game, the skill says that I can carry a maximum of about six kilograms for a minute, but can the time be reduced for higher weight?' I asked while acting as if I was actually sniffing for the best smelling one.

Yes, though the one-minute threshold is the highest weight that can be carried around before an adverse effect may be applied. After the task has been completed, your maximum mana capacity will be reduced by about twenty percent for a certain amount of time. The game informed me.

'Good, take as many as you can get without making the decline obvious, then put them back in a way that leaves as much air as possible between the fruits.' I commanded as I gave away all control.

Gentle leaned closer with a great smile arching from one side of her face to another when she saw an apple twitch slightly, though her joy soon turned to shock when she saw not just one fruit rising but all of them. The ponies surrounding her too noticed of it just as fast and looked with astonishment as about twenty kilos of apples defied the laws of physic. The red fruits twirled in the air, drawing lines in front of the majestically colored foal, and the most beautiful were pulled out and into the Pink mare's pouch. The fruits flew in such a strange, yet unique pattern that they didn't even notice several of their juicy comrades simply vanish. The whole spectacle had lasted about ten seconds before the apples all flew back into the little wooden container, much better arranged for a matter of fact and making the products appear much more appealing.

"Well, I'd be..." Muttered Bill as he looked at me with pure astonishment, probably questioning if he had not drunk one too many ciders before opening the stand.

Gentle's mouth hung wide agape as her eyes darted between me and the fruits in such rapid succession that she likely gotten a little bit ill. 'How, no foal could have such fine control. To levitate an object with such precision meant to have to apply equal force from every direction. To move meant that slightly more power had used on one side while keeping the force on the rest of the object the same, meaning two tasks at the same time, but Star just... He did that with dozens of apples, all going in different patterns and directions.'

"Bill, I'm so sorry, I didn't think that.-" Gentle started hysterically but stopped herself when she noticed one striking detail, not one apple was damaged or even scratched in the slightest, meaning that they didn't even get in contact with one another despite the little space in between the fruits.

"There ain't no damage on them apples," Bill spoke loudly, causing quiet the chatter behind Gentle Touch. I couldn't help, but let out a childish giggle, this time, it was real as the shocked expressions of the inhabitants of this world were just too amusing. Why did I just sound like a bootleg villain of the eighties?

My reaction seemingly caused Gentle to snap out of her trance and levitated me closer towards her. Now my muzzle was facing her, but instead of finding worry, concern, or even anger, I discovered that she was seemingly proud of my action, well, of what she believed I had done.

"You're really something special, I don't think I could do that with practice," Gentle said with a light tone as she rubbed her nose against mine while being overloaded with the pride of knowing that her child was a young master mage. Of course, for me, it was effortless to do as the Game was practically a supercomputer and was likely able to create fake money if the tools were given to him.

Gentle, now having realized that she was still the center of attention, quickly put me back into the stroller before pulling out her purse with her magic, only to be stopped by Bill. "Ya know what, this one's on the house, this little old stand hasn't seen this much attention, well, ever," Bill said with a smile.

Gentle paused for a moment, before putting her purse back into her saddlebacks and quickly left, pushing me along with her. The middle-aged mare expected scandalous comments as she trotted through the horse of unicorn, but all she heard was praised directed at her son and his incredible magical abilities. A nervous little smile spread across her face as she slowed down her tempo slightly.

'You're awesome Game, and you know it.' I thought proudly as I viewed the loot I had gained, a total of ten apples.

The following status effect has been applied: Mana exhaustion(Small)

Mana exhaustion(Small)
Reduces your total mana capacity by 20% for five minutes.

Pain was an interesting sensation, or rather, the lack of it. I was aware that the inside of my horn and to some extent, its outside felt sore, like a muscle you trained too much. I was aware of the discomfort, but I was not actually feeling it, there was not even shock or surprise in play as the information calmly manifested itself into my mind, like a simple scratch for a war veteran who was already far too used to such a thing.

Your praises are very much welcome, even if they are unnecessary. My help is not a free addition to our partnership, but the bare minimum requirement. Also-

Through the unique action of impressing the citizens of Canterlot, you've gained two points of charisma

'Wait, you gotta be kidding me right now, there ain't no way that's the name of this city!' I thought in outrage and shock.

'Inventory' I thought begrudgingly with a giant frown that was luckily not noticed by the ponies around me. The loot I, alongside the game, had gained was quite large if I may say so, and the power of making an object in a five-meter radius around to just appear in my inventory was freaking awesome. Still, the name of this city left an awful taste in my mouth. It was not the butchery of the name Camelot, but the fact that they have done so without even knowing the place, to begin with, so it made me wonder if this was a coincidence, as ridiculous as it sounded, or if there was more to it.

Inventory
Apple x10
Broccoli x7
Lettuce x8
Tomato x15
potato x32
strawberry x1
cherry x17
water bottle x3
Empty book x8
bit x71
cooking knife (small)

I had stolen a lot, mostly from the ponies wearing the fanciest clothes. Although I could've easily made entire purses 'disappear,' I had no interest in ruining other people's lives, even if they were animals. There was also the fear that a too sharp spike in crime would've made future that harder. The bits accumulated were taken from 71 different ponies and the knife, as cute as it was, I had just accidentally taken when it fell on the ground alongside a strawberry that no one noticed despite having rested there for like three minutes. I may have not eaten those little red pearls in many years, but I loved those to death, no other fruit could compare.

Memories and thoughts can seep through the weave or reality and manifest themselves in other creatures' minds. The story of King Arthur was incredibly popular, so the thought of it could've gained enough mental energy for it to descend in other worlds.

'Doesn't that means if enough people believed in a deity that it might become real too?' I asked carefully and with great interest.

I have no data on that subject, so I am unable to give a clear response. Of course, it seems like the question of religion will not be answered today. While you mention the topic books, it is worth noting that books are perhaps the easiest way to gain skill, and as such, should be acquired by any means possible.

'Why are you mentioning that right-oh.' I asked, only to have that question answered when Gentle stopped in front of a large building. There was a large sign, and although I could yet not read, I did, however, understand the meaning of the painting of a book on it. The building was about three stories high with far too many windows and a roof that was mostly made out of glass, revealing its juicy content to me.

Gentle fidgeted with her purse floating in front of her face for a moment, before letting out a sigh and putting it back into the saddleback, but not before giving it one more glance inside. "I didn't think that they'd give me so much money, but should I really." Gentle muttered with concern, looking left and right before finally halting her gaze when she met my eyes.

'I want those books, Gentle. I want the power that they hold, not just the knowledge but actual power. Do not disappoint me.' I thought grimly, but on the outside, I was happily wiggling in my far too comfortable seat.

"Well, let's just look at what kinds of foal books they have available at the moment for lending," Gentle said with a little smile as she turned towards the building's entry and pushed me along with it. She would soon regret her choice as she now had to carry the stroller up the stairs, which had taxed her considerably judging by the strained look and the few drops of sweat on her face. The heavy bags made it no easier either.

'Huh, it seems like the extensive use of magic does have physical effects on the user as well', I thought with surprise as I saw Gentle push the stroller forwards through the open glass doors and towards the counter.

You have correctly deduced a fact about Unicorns by puzzling information together. You've gained one point in Intelligence.

'Ahh~ sweet, useful growth.' I gushed over the gain in Intelligence as it was much better than plain old charisma. Ain't no way I'm gonna sweet talk a horse, I'd rather rob him or her.

"Ex-excuse me?" Gentle asked in between gasps of air, making me wonder just how out of shape she was, given that other than her round belly, she seemed to be healthy.

"Yes?" asked a shy voice, originating from a young mare sitting behind the counter of the library. The mare had a light red mane that was divided into two shorth pigtails. Her coat was that of magenta, and her tail was curly. Her purple eyes swayed from my mother and onto my, hidden behind a pair of glasses, your ancient elementary teacher would wear. Her original somber mood spiked as a smile spread across her face. Why were these ponies so easily manipulatable by foals, although come to think about it, I haven't seen a single other younglings than me until now. No, stop it, the problems of this world ain't yours, John.

At this point, after a long break in which Gentle let the mare molest me with her eyes, she finally spoke up once again. "Do you know where I can find any foal books, preferably ones with pictures?" Gentle asked as she pulled me into her hooves once again. Apparently, the sheer storm of smells from the market was enough to overshadow her scent on me enough for her to have the desire to reapply it, in other words, use me as a brush.

"Third floor, ma'am, though you have to leave your groceries at the desk as the food could make the books dirty or leaves crumbles, but do not worry, I'll gladly watch over them." The librarian answered, still eyeing me with a little smile that sure as hell wasn't beginning to creep me out. On the other hand, nearly everything was weird when you were small, so perhaps she was, by this world's standard, not a creep.

Gentle nodded with a smile and levitated the saddlebacks alongside me into the air, before disposing of the products in the stroller. Not shortly later, I was placed onto her back, and her little red purse with golden lining floated in her aura. If she was worried about her money being stolen or if she simply wanted to know exactly how much she had left, I did not know. Gentle slowly walked forwards towards the stairs located at the other end of the room while swinging her hips in rhythm, most likely to rock me side to side, which was actually pretty calming.

I took the opportunity to once again bolster my reputation with the locals as this place would be one I would visit perhaps more than once, why was pretty obvious, looting. I turned around rather quickly and waved at the librarian with a large smile, even if this one still didn't have teeth. The librarian took notice of my action and waved back at me if I didn't know any better than I'd say her heart just melted.

'Idiot. Observe.' I thought with a mental scowl. I had nothing against these beasts, but having to act like this was stabbing my inner human.

Empty page???
???

My act lasted no longer than five seconds before I turned back, my face not facing the incoming bookshelves, but before I could sharp my senses, I was assaulted by the fiercely yet strangely pleasant scents. I had only once ever smelled this fragrance this firmly, it was when I transported the diary of some two-hundred-years-old poet towards an archive that still had books made out of paper instead of one huge ass server room. My eyes closed automatically as I took in a deep whiff, my ears standing up to take in the soft steps of my means of transportation, but other ponies I did not hear, or perhaps they were just so silent? I cared little, as the library was one of the few places I ever could find peace and sleep without waking up feeling like shit.

Item added to inventory.

This soft tune, any other man would've perhaps screamed in shock, but I was not just used to it, I was awaiting it, I was like a simple tap on the shoulder while sunbathing. My eyes opened slowly as I once again found myself back in this beautiful place, and in the corner of my eyes, I saw yet another book disappear. One might think of it as risky to steal while being in the line of sight of the librarian, but the object taken did not make any sound or create a light, they just softly stopped existing from one frame to another, even I who already knew of this cheat ability had to actually concentrate to notice the sudden absents of the object. Now that I think about it, how much could I actually take with me in my inventory, or for a matter of fact, what was the most massive thing I could steal. If there was no restriction, then I'd take the freaking Eifel tower and switch it with the tower of Pisa as traveling there was much cheaper than a single night in France.

There is no direct measurement on how big the acquired item may be, though for a thumb rule let's just say the requirements for the inventory absorption are that the object has to be non-living and still have to be able to carry it around without the use of magic. *Item added.* Corpses are excluded. You can customize your training room in any way you like, though be aware that this place has limits in both size in energy, so do not expect to be able to gain high tier equipment or skill books. But if you'd like, I could unlock a feature of the skill [ID Create] once you can enter your second dungeon, the option is called [Empty]. Although you are not actually creating a new dimension, you are, in a sense entering a new layer of reality below this one, a mirror of this location with nothing but the surrounding objects and yourself. Be aware, however, that you do little other than wander through these mirror realms as you have not direct contact and can't gain anything from the objects present unless you encounter another creature who can travel through the layers. *Item added*

Game, if you ever decided to quit this job, should really consider getting a career as a narrator. I haven't realized it up into now, but your voice changes slightly based on the context and length. Short piles of information are spoken crisp and understandable, while longer ones are expressed in a smooth and gentle voice like in those old documentations about dinosaurs or Disney movies.

I am doing everything in my- *Item added* -ability to not become stale too fast for your tastes. The change of vocals was actually my own idea as you seem to dislike the instantaneous information transfer and are not one who likes to listen to long speeches. The Game spoke crisply with an active and young voice, it was not that his actual sound changed, just the way his words were delivered.

'One day I'm going to ask you to read me some book of this world with morgan freeman's voice, and it will be awesome, I know it already.' I thought with much enthusiasm, this trip was exactly what I needed in this nightmare.

My daydreaming about seeing any hope for this joke of a world was cut short when my movement suddenly halted by Gentle Touch, who abruptly stopped. The mare let out a long sigh as she stared up ahead, only to see that the next stairs to the highest level were located on the other side of the building, meaning not only that she had to walk even further, but also more time to steal stuff. Well, the game did the whole stealing as I was suddenly drawn to another site, one that really made think.

There were books for sale; by the looks of it, they ranged from adventure books to academic ones, now this was nothing unusual given that we were in a library that probably wanted to earn a little bit extra. No, what set me off was the price of these freaking things. The cheapest books had some beige pegasus in an Indiana Jones outfit that went for 150 bits to academic books going from 250 to 300 bits. If we just guess that the average book costs 200 bits and five apples cost one bit, that what most of these fruits went for, then we can simply multiply the bits of the book times the number of apples and end with 1000 apples. Let me repeat that one book is worth one thousand fucking apples!

But that isn't even the cherry on this pile of shit. Now, those apples were, if I took a guess, all two hundred grams, meaning that five of them would cost about one dollar fifty by current eath pricing, or here they cost one bit. One bit is about one dollar fifty, multiplied by 200 meant that one book costs like 300 dollars! Let me repeat it, one book costs three-hundred fucking bucks, no wonder that Gentle's books look yellow and old, her cavemen ancestors probably have contributed to the collection!

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My eyes nearly bulged when I saw what the game just pulled off. There was a massive pyramid of empty books stacked on one another, and through the little openings, I saw the inner filling vanish while leaving the structure itself intact. Not only that, but he also took six-packs of paper and a few ones lying around, in addition to that even a few feathers and pots of ink vanished aswell. We were so damn lucky that there was literally nobody around.

'Game, what are you doing!? I thought we were only here for the skill books?' I hissed in my mind, I had no interest getting stuck in juvenile prison over this, and even if there was no way in hell that it could be traced back to me, the human without magic in me protested against taking such risks.

I am sorry if I have surprised you, though your calculation gave me an idea. I can take over your body and work with pinpoint precision. In other words, I am not only able to copy any book you might encounter that we then can sell but also review your memory from your old world into this to earn large quantities of currency. However, modifications would be needed to fit it more into this world's standards. The Game explained with hidden smugness that I could feel radiating from him.

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'You smooth disco ball, you're a genius!' I thought with a grin, a real one that Gentle Touch didn't see alongside the library heist of the decade. 'Wait, how much stuff can the Inventory even store?' My joy suddenly warped into a sudden realization.

Thank *Item added* you for your praise. The inventory space is not based on matter or size, but rather the energy the amount of Aether it contains. The exact amount cannot be measured as there is no unit, as well as the fact that objects each vary in energy levels far too much to even attempt such thing. I can, however, give you a basic idea. With each overall level, your inventory space will grow, so if your's is capped at one hundred at level one, then it will reach two-hundred at the second level. I will inform you in advance when you reach seventy-five percent inventory capacity. The Game burned the information in my brain!

I winced silently in discomfort to hide my agony from my caretaker while cursing as much as I could. I don't know if the Game was implementing these tutorials in my skull so I will not forget them, or if he simply decided that he had not the time to ransack and talk at the same time. Damn, fuck does that schmuck a-a-and the pain is gone again...

A silent sigh escaped me as I leaned my head back, staring at the passing ceiling, before closing my eyes yet again and taking in the quiet atmosphere. My thoughts began yet to wander again as now there was time to think, nothing to do, and my emotions stable. What will this journey come to, and how long will it take to return? The Game said it would take several decades, but would I still have a place to call home by then? Even when I don't agree with the idea of starting completely new in this place, there might be some scraps of truth in there. Of course, I would still continue my search for power, even if it was just for the sake of reaching power levels to escape the actions and controls of others, but still. From what I heard was that I'd be fighting monsters pretty damn soon, and this is probably every nerd's dream, but it still doesn't make me worry any less about the coming days.

I pried my eyes open once again, I ignored the constant pop up messages and took in another deep breath, an open window nearby let in the cold and fresh air in as if I were on top of a Canadian mountain, crisp but not freezing. This place was much more enjoyable and peaceful than the old place was, and although I'd miss the internet, living in a fantasy world might not be that bad, even if I was a horse monster. I had far too little knowledge of this place to make any decisions, that's why I am not plotting anything, not even as simple for the coming years. Still, from the first few glances, I'd see myself living here if I were able to get stuff from back here, I wonder if Amber would like it here, but wouldn't she have to be pony as well for her not be discriminated? Maybe I could learn transformation magic and turn myself into a human living on earth like a deity given the powers I would one-day accumulate, but what would I do if it came to that? Reshape humanity? Travel back in time and rewrite history after my mind? I did not know what the future would bring, but the thought of growth and to one day be my own master with no one to obey was a surprisingly thrilling thought.

"F-f-finally! Huf, huf, I really need to lose the baby fat." Gentle muttered in between extensive gasps, attempting to gather enough of the gas to not faint.

'So she was Pregnant! Now, what happened to Star Touch 1.0?' I wondered, though, once again, the cruel will of the world once again oppressed my thoughts by now physically ripping me away from my comfortable thinking place. Surprisingly enough, my new location was not my guardian's embrace or the ground, but rather a comfortable pillow.

My eyes widened in surprise as I soaked in my surroundings. Apparently, my mother walked through a two feet wide gap between a pair of bookshelves, which lead to a secluded area that looked like a really expensive and much larger version of the children's waiting area from some fancy hospital. The walls here had much fewer windows, which all needed first needed to have their parental lock unlocked before they could be opened, while the actual barrier between this elevated place and a freefall were all colorfully painted with various animals, trees, flowers and lots of foals happily reading. Several shelves held children's books, and the ground had not only an extra soft carpet, but several large cushions and bean bags were placed here as well. The only thing this place still needed for it to be one hundred percent child-friendly was a 'Please don't run' sign. Oh, there actually was one!

"Now... where is it?" Gentle Touch asked herself as she looked through the somewhat limited amount of books present, though then again, if they were anything like the toddler books from Earth, then this might be better than the use of sleeping pills. That is an acronym for a cheap bottle of whiskey and a punch in the face, though only poor people use that method.

"Ahh, there it is!" Gentle explained loudly as she pulled out a rather heavy-looking book which had its corners somewhat ripped and dulled. Still, it was in better condition than I expected considering that it's placed in here were ravenous beasts called 'foals' are released.

Looking up, my eyes met with the cover of the book, though the title I didn't understand. It's bizarre, they used the same numbers, but their words and letters looked like a bunch of wavy and wobbly lines and snakes, it was infuriating like the cursive writing of an ancient doctor with arthritis.

Gentle Touch smiled softly as she slowly walked up to the most giant beanbag, which was conveniently located right next to me, before climbing the large cushion and laying down with her hooves folded beneath her barrel. The book floated in her magic grasp and was brought between the two us shortly later, now with the first page revealed, showing a significant mountain. I was about to question why a hue rock would be so crucial in a book with literal Gold trimming when my eyes focused on what was on, or rather, hanging off the stone. A large, beautiful city rose from the mountainside, the whole construct seemingly defied the rule of gravity on an entirely new level with most of it hanging in the air, but the crown of the masterpiece was what rested higher. It was a large marble castle with tours reaching the heavens, though atop all stood a titanic union with wings, flowing rainbow mane, and a crown. Behind the alabaster pony stood the sun, radiating equally like her horn.

'We are sitting on a huge death trap, thousands of feet in the air...' I mentally mumbled aghast of the new information trickling into my brain. 'A single earthquake, a bomb or a super-powered magic attack and the entire capital will fall. At least, I think its the central power node of the country. Why do I think about this! Game, are you liste-n-ing-wow, that feels go-o-o-o-o-d~' My panic was suddenly greatly soothed by an aline, yet unnaturally familiar sensation, warming me in ways I had never seen before. There was no thought about fighting it if that even was what I would've done, I could I did not know, but it was astounding.

This Pony, an immortal being who watches over the weak... I have only little memory of my creator, if I once had it or not, I do not know, but the energy these creatures have toward, I believe her name is... Celestia, it's but a fraction, as great as it is, compared to what I feel towards my maker. The Game mumbled loudly, if he was aware of the effect of his actions or not, I did not know, like so many times I already said it and I meant it every time, there was so much to understand. Though from what I could recognize from his voice was a hint of sadness, no, not the tone of his voice, but something more profound.

My fur stood up, my ears folded back while my eyes now were only half-open. I shivered slightly as my form weakly rooked from side to side as this comforting aura caused goosebumps across every square inch of my hide. My mind was flooded by something that made painkillers and endorphins seem like a watered-down version of the substance responsible for my current state. My ears flickered slightly as I heard Gentle's voice, though it stumbled between loud and muffled, and for some reason, for god's sake, I could not tell, I began to lick her fur. The aura of her's wavered, though the fear of the item being drop I never felt. Gentle's head swiftly turned towards me, her eyes wide open by surprise, though her look of shock quickly melted into that of joy.

"Awww, aren't you just the cutest little furball." Gentle cooed as if she was talking to a housecat. Despite her sudden reaction, my form did not seize this unholy act, though thankfully, the horse did end this torment, only to replace it by another. My vision was quickly met with that of pink again, though this time, it was not of fur, but that of her nipples. "Just please do it quickly, it would not be nice to be caught." Gentle giggled to herself.

I cannot remember much past this moment, everything became blurry like a suttle drug rush or a happy fever dream. All I know was that I heard many voices, though none of them were of shock as they presumably came after the feeding was long over. I faintly remember Gentle showing me the rest of the book, something about the moon, though little did stick to my mind as even the Game was absent, I think he took a few more items with him while I was partially gone.

"Awwwhwhwh~" I slowly blurred/yawned out as my limbs reached out into the white nothingness while soft rays of light gently woke me from perhaps the most exceptional slumber I was ever lucky enough to experience. With one motion, I leaned forward, taking note of the soft grass underneath me while rubbing my face with my left hand.

Good noon sir, you have slept for approximately two hours, and all your energy has been regained. The Game chirped, his mood surprisingly cheerful, though that was perhaps just my imagination.

"Two hours? Damn, do I feel good, did I miss anything." I asked lazily while my eyes slowly adjusted to my surroundings, for a second, I was even shocked to find myself in the training realm again, or rather, an unknown place in my mental absence.

After you have fallen asleep after the third book entity Gentle Touch reviewed to you, she took you back to the stroller where you were examined by both mares and were screeched at while both of those creatures were plotting to eat you due to your high sugar content. After Gentle Touch had lost interest in their plans, she took you, alongside a few books and the groceries back home. Your physical form is currently lying in its crib after having its diaper changed.

My hand nearly shoot passed my face with enough force to snap off my nose when my brain actually made the conclusion that I was almost eaten. "Urgh, somethings never change no matter what edge of the universe you're in," I muttered while getting into a more comfortable sitting position.

Now would be a good time to review the skill books we have 'Acquired.' Would you like to absorb them all at once or review each book individually first? You can always revisit the books with my help should you wish to personally read them or write a copy of them. The Game offered and making a large text box appear, the options being: 'Absorb all' and 'Review individually.'

"I can't read them anyway, so just beam the information into the cave that is my skull," I said jokingly, a little giggle escaping me, a clear indication that the effects of whatever happened still haven't worn off. Though the drug did wear off after I was assaulted by the following.

For Absorbing over ten books with some being replica and others requiring more than one source to create a skill, you've gained the following skills

Language Understanding: Equestrian - Level Max
This skill doesn't require any resource
To understand a written language is like gaining a new sense equal to that of seeing and smelling. You are now able to understand any text written in Equestrian as well as write flawlessly in this language. Continuous reading and writing will cause a gain in Intelligence or wisdom.

Fireball - Level 1
150mp to cast
[Fireball] is the first spell in the arsenal of the pyromancer aswell as the most versatile. When cast, the caster has to understand that he or she is handling a living and breathing form of primordial power of both creation and destruction. Unlike real fire, those brought forth by magic and kept alive by mana do not just burn the flesh of the foe, but directly attack the life force, but that comes at the price of a lower chance of setting an enemy ablaze.
-Grand Arch Mage Ul'salium
*Damage: 170 (Int * 5)
*Chance to set enemy ablaze: 10,2% (Int * 0,3)

Ice Bolt - Level 1
150mp to cast
[Ice Bolt] is the first spell in the arsenal of the cryomancer aswell the magic from which all other ice magic stems from. The art of frost magic is not about the act of fulfilling an object or creature with energy but quite the opposite. To master the cold is harness thermal energy to absorb it into the surrounding by using mana as a catalyst and battery to absorb the warmth. As the spell is powered by magic, it's properties are different than that of normal cold in the way that it uses the targets life force to freeze it like a parasite.
- Eldritch Lich King Quefestos
*Maximum Damage: 102 (Int * 3)
*Chance to slow target: 20,4% (Int * 0,6)
*small chance to freeze the enemy, possibility depends on enemy health.

Mana Bolt - Level 1
Mana bolt is the most basic spell of the arcane offensive tree. This spell is completely made out of mana without any spell matrix attached, meaning that although the spell is easy to learn, it's impossible to master as the strength completely depends on the mana used. As powerful as this spell is, the caster should not put all hopes into a single cast of magic because if it misses, then you are left without any mana left in you.
- Grand Arch Mage Ul'salium
*Maximum Damage: 315 (1 mana = 1 damage)

Mana construct - Level 1
Mana construct is perhaps the most universal and flexible spell to have ever been created. This spell can have its use and execution changed based on user and situation by creating a spell matrix that has to be powered once or continuously by magic. Be it a shield, wall, stairs, or even armor and platform, any object can be brought to reality with this magic.
- Manijios, the fanatic apprentice.
*Size and durability can be decided by the user
*One square centimeter has to have at least one mana point invested into it
*Maximum Durability: 472,5 (1 Mana=1,5 health points)
*Maximum Range: 1 meter

Stun Bolt - Level 1
Stun Bolt is, despite the low requirements in both mana and experience, an odd spell. Nearly every mage knows how it is cast and what it does, but no one is aware of how it does for what it was made for. It is, however, to be believed that the effect varies depending on what you believe the spell does, but the outcome is always the same: The affected area of the target, depending on the strength of the spell, can cause everything from stiffness and numbness to complete loss of control on the spell's area of influence.
-Grand Arch Mage Ul'salium
*Deals no damage
*15% chance to stun the target.
*Spell cannot stun targets who's Intelligence, Wisdom, or Strenght is more than 1,2 times higher than that of the user.
*Cost: 50 Mana

Mana Knife - Level 1
Mana knife is a spell that's in a unique position given its properties. It can be as much of a weapon as it can be a tool for utility. But then there is also the fact that although it has no matrix, the user can decide if he wants to fuel the spell once for it to permanently stay in this form of for it to be powered continuously and allow it to act as some sort of short-ranged beam.
-Manijios, the frustrated apprentice.
*Damage: 68 (Int * 2)
*Casting cost/Single use: 30 Mana
*Continous use: 10 mana per 51 damage (Int * 1,5) per second.

For Absorbing over ten books with some being replica and others requiring more than one source to create a skill, you've unlocked the following Job Classes.

Cook

Cooking Proficiency (Novice)
You are able to cook something basic without setting everything aflame.

Scribe

[Writting Proficiency (Novice)](Passive)
You are able to copy and write without a single error in any language you write in.

"Christ on a stick, I can taste the universe!!!" I screamed aloud while facing the artificial sun, though unlike the real one, my eyes were not set ablaze. The power that streamed through me was overwhelming in every sense as not only new information was warped and woven into my mind, but powers beyond mortal reach were granted to me. I don't know how or why, but I understood magic in ways never seen before, it was so much more, yet indescribable to my tongue. I formed my hands to fists as I could feel the mana in my veins itch to be used and forms, woven and forged into pure power.

"Hehe... Now would you look at that." I slowly spoke with a broad grin spreading from side to side as I saw the mana in my palms condense and burst forth and form itself into a short stick made out of energy. The blade made out of grey energy was a mere 20 centimeters long and looked more like a stream of greywater shooting forth with high speed that was stopped at the tip, I knew it was easily as powerful as an actual dagger. However, it weighed nothing and was not limited by size and sharpness.

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My vision flashed once, my eyes losing the ability to see for a single moment before returning, though different than before. In the left corner of my view, I could make out a red health bar, a blue mana bar with 30 mana missing, and lastly, a green stamina bar. At the bottom of my vision, I could make out a row of inventory slots with all my food and the knife I picked up. A level and experience point display rested above my inventory. At my right corner, I could see a map of the training room, and below it was a condensed quest and chatbox.

"Oh, this is giving me old MMORPG vibes really hard," I said with a smirk as I retracted the blade, and to my surprise, I regained all the mana I used to cast the spell. So If I don't actually use it, I get back my magic? Nice. "Hey, I'd like to ask you why picked up the classes about cooking and writing, shouldn't be something like mage be more important?"

I am sorry, but your enthusiasm on your new powers is warming my inner core, seeing us grow and strengthen and fulfilling my purpose is such a thrilling experience. The game spoke with pride in his voice. There were books about the teaching magic present, but I have already gathered several classes from another source. His voice trailed off somewhere else.

I cannot fathom how, but my mind instantly jumped to the only plausible opportunity where he could've gotten his hands on something, or perhaps, someone who had enough knowledge on magic to gain a class. "You robbed the corpse of that masked guy in the storeroom!" I shouted loudly, making the Game's presence lessen slightly. "I am so proud of you!" my voice burst out full of joy and pride.

That was highly... to be expected of you. The Game spoke quietly, before returning back to his monotone tone. Please be aware that I had to sacrifice a legendary item to gain these classes, so do not expect to be able to steal the class of every enemy you slay. It is of great importance to mention that all classes had been reduced to their basic form as otherwise, the sheer energy consumption of any available skill would've killed you. Here are the following available classes:

[Warrior] [Necromancer] [Mage(Arcanist)] [Pyromancer] [Cryomancer] [Archer] [Engineer]

"Huh?" I asked with confusion seeing as in the Game's opinion, the classes that benefit from my perks and stats were apparently not the best choice... Was that a fucking Necromancer in place two?!

The Dungeon we will head to in a few minutes will feature many weak enemies, and none of the skills we have available are able to deal damage to several units at the same time. A caster's strength only exists as long as he or she has mana except for the summoner, which we don't have available, and the necromancer who would be able to raise a personal army.

"But, I, ehm, aren't those people who raise the dead, I don't know, the bad guys?" I asked with my previous confidence gone as I twiddled with my fingers. I was ready to do anything to gain power, but would Amber really recognize me if I became a lich?

No. No magic is good or bad, the purpose is what matters, it's just most uneducated and fearful people claim it to be accursed teaching. Of course, it does enable the user to do horrible deads, but it can also allow for good to be done like the mending of flesh and bone like a doctor, lifting curses, letting souls get their final rest, and several other feats. Also, Nightmares are not alive, they may seem so, but they don't, they are unable to feel anything other than what they are supposed to and even lack a soul.

I would not go for the Necromancer, no matter what, but the Game's word did speak the truth. I had no mana potions or have any way to protect myself other than offensive magic; most definitely, I would get a few minutes to eat and rest wherever I was going. To be honest, I care little where I would go, as long I could gain power.

"Is there anything else you tell me about the place?"

Sadly, no, though, as the first dungeon, it should not be all too challenging compared to what you'll face in the future.

Do we have to go now?

Yes, the first dungeon will seal our bond, it is also necessary to further advance. After the completion, we will not be able to visit any other dungeon except for the training room for a very long time, but otherwise, our skills won't be able to level further than level ten or reach rank 2 in some cases. Every further day we wait for we prolonge the upgrade timer greatly. If it makes you any happier, you are currently able to house a total of two main classes. Once you can visit the second dungeon, it will be three, but job class slots are unlimited. Still, you should not rush to chose another class unless you have thoroughly thought about it have gotten yourself in a sticky situation.

"I see..." I mumbled to my self quietly as I stretched my arms a little bit, just habit, nothing more or else. "Fine, I may not like it, but I do have to agree that it seems logical. I choose the warrior."

You have chosen the following class: Warrior

Melee Proficiency (Novice)
You are able to wield most melee weapons at slightly higher efficiency and potency, as well as have slightly higher strength and endurance than an average being.
You receive the following buffs while having this class equipped:
*1,5 times higher strength
*1,5 times higher endurance

My jaw dropped, and out of instinct, I attempted to summon my status upon seeing the textbox as well as feeling not only more power, but healthy as well. However, my curiosity was not sated in the end as the world around my shattered into an ocean of colorful particles, and I was cast into a cast abyss.

You Have entered a Dungeon

Author's Note

Some people have already asked this question, so I might as well answer it right here and now for everyone: When is the time skip? I am not exactly sure when, but my guess is that it's going to happen in one to two chapters.

With those two chapters done, the first 'Arc' will end, and the story will not be updated for some time as I will be putting some attention back to my other two stories. Though I don't think the wait will be all too long.