The concept of space was unlike any other magical element. It was an extremely difficult field of magic that required immense energy to control. The ability to bend, warp, or even touch space was something monumental. Yet, unlike other elements, space magic didn't require affinity or attunement to a specific frequency, it demanded finely tuned mana control.

The mana one possessed determined how precisely they could manipulate space, how gently they could tamper with reality itself to make it bend to their will.

Raze drew a deep breath, forcing himself out of his state of enhanced concentration. He had been reading for over eight hours straight. He had wanted to stop long ago, but the immersion wouldn't let him, the knowledge flowing through him made his body feel alive with every chapter. It was like the book itself was feeding him energy.

Only now, as the book finally ended, did he manage to pull himself away. Using that brief window before he could start another, he forced himself to step out.

"I've been going for hours," he muttered, rubbing his temples. Then his lips curved into a faint smile.

The knowledge he had gathered in those eight hours… would take others years to comprehend.

As for what he'd learned? It was one singular concept for now, teleportation, the ability to move instantly between two points in space.

At first, he had assumed teleportation simply meant vanishing and reappearing somewhere else. But the truth was far more complex.

There were two primary methods to manipulate space:

Bending it, folding reality itself so that two distant points briefly touched, allowing instantaneous movement.

Creating a doorway, a stable passage connecting one point to another.

Each had its own structure, benefits, and dangers.

Raze rose from the table and stared down the long aisle between shelves. His eyes were sharp with focus, his expression calm.

Teleportation.

It could let him reach a location in an instant—but at a heavy price. The mana required was immense, the control needed, precise to perfection. Years of mastery could still end in death. A single miscalculation, and the body could be torn apart by the space itself.

He exhaled slowly, his voice low but resolute.

"The risks all exist, but if I want to master space, this is the first direction to move in."

His cold breath echoed softly in the silence of the library

He had only read the books for now, he hadn't practiced or even visualized it properly yet. All he had was the logic, the theoretical foundation of what he needed to do.

The concept sounded simple, but it wasn't.

Unlike when he used fire magic, where he had to search for the fire mana frequency and attune to it, this was different. To use space, he had to feel it. Not just sense it vaguely, but understand its very texture and existence, the invisible layer that connected all things.

When he could feel the space, the next step was to grab it, to bend it with an immense burst of energy in one go. That bend would create a fold, bringing two distant points together. When he took a single step forward into that fold, he would instantly cross the distance.

That was the logic.

But the consequences of failure were terrifying.

If one foot remained behind when the space unfolded, his leg would be ripped clean off.

If his body was halfway through the fold when it collapsed, he'd be stretched and shredded into ribbons.

Raze drew a slow, steady breath, calming his nerves. He knew the risks, but fear had never stopped him before.

He closed his eyes.

Minutes passed. His breathing slowed. His heartbeat steadied.

Gradually, his consciousness sank into that deep, focused state, his mana extending outward, brushing against the invisible layers of reality. It was subtle at first, a faint hum, then a vibration, and finally, a feeling of pressure all around him, like invisible threads connecting everything in existence.

He had found it.

The fabric of space.

He stayed there, focused, making sure his control was perfect. Then, with a low exhale, he moved.

He unleashed his mana all at once, like tendrils shooting out from his body, grabbing hold of the space in front of him and twisting it violently.

In a single burst of energy, he bent the world.

Then—he took a step.

BOOM!

Everything exploded in his vision. When he opened his eyes again, the world was upside down. He had slammed into a wall so hard the shock traveled through his bones. The library wall cracked, but within moments, the enchanted building healed itself.

He groaned, clutching his head as pain pulsed through his body. "Ugh… I could've died…"

Teleportation, no matter how small the distance, was terrifyingly dangerous. One misstep, and you were gone.

But despite the ache in every limb, despite the blood dripping down from his forehead, Raze smiled.

Because he had done it.

On his first try.

He had tteleported, and he was still alive.

He pushed himself up immediately, eager to do it again. He closed his eyes, focused, and,

BOOM!

Another explosion. He was thrown into another wall.

"Damn it!" he groaned, staggering up. "I have to tweak the step… adjust the fold distance…"

He studied the spatial flow around him, feeling the faint ripples from his last attempt. The mistake was clear, he had been bending the wrong anchor point. The fold needed to start beneath him, not ahead and he had to pull from the exact spot he needed to land.

He tried again.

And again.

And again.

Each time, the result was the same, slamming into walls, floors, or sometimes even the ceiling. His head spun, his body bruised, his mana draining faster than he could recover it.

But he refused to stop.

He kept adjusting, refining the bend, recalculating the space, until finally—

Whoosh!

He appeared several meters away from where he stood, his boots skidding across the floor until he came to a stop just short of another wall.

He blinked. Looked down at his feet.

He was standing.

Still whole.

"I… did it." His eyes widened. Then he jumped, pumping his fist into the air. "I DID IT!"

He laughed, breathless and ecstatic. "I teleported!"

A second later, his knees gave out. He dropped to the ground, panting, the world spinning around him.

"Oh shit this is bad…" he muttered weakly, realizing his entire mana reserve had been burned out.

Even though he'd finally succeeded, he had teleported nearly twenty times, and every single attempt had consumed enormous amounts of mana.

He slumped forward, dizzy but smiling.

[N/A, ninety chapters in, and i can honestly say, I'm taking this story way too slow, and that get boring. The pace is picking up after here, the OP nature of the library will begin to show, the action won't die out. Thanks for being here till now]

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