I don't believe in God, but I'll use the "Miracle of God" freely ~I'll increase my magic arbitrarily and become invincible in another world~ - Chapter 10

“Heeeaaat!!!”

 

Mika’s shout reverberates through the forest.

 

He falls backward, contorting as he rolls on the ground.

 

“Aah! Ugh!” He groans, grabbing his right wrist with his left hand and writhing.

 

After rolling for a short while, he remains on the ground, lacking the energy to get up.

 

“Ugh, damn it! Think a bit more, me!”

 

He scolds himself.

 

Today marks the second day of experimenting with increasing the firepower of fire magic.

 

Despite trying various things, like envisioning rocks melting or imagining the flame’s color changing with temperature, the results were not favorable.

 

This led him to question the fundamental concept of heat itself.

 

Familiar with the chemical reaction of combustion, heat is a form of energy, or more precisely, a form of energy transfer.

 

Physics, thermodynamics, and all those subjects he learned back in his student days are now distant memories.

 

Dragging those vague recollections into focus, he contemplates the concept of “heat.”

 

While recalling nostalgic feelings about work, internal energy, and state equations, bitter memories of struggling before exams resurface.

 

He tries to write down the formulas he remembers on the ground, but they don’t seem particularly helpful when he gazes at them.

 

What he needs now isn’t numerical figures on paper but a way to alter the state of the “Fireball.”

 

What is heat, fundamentally?

 

Isn’t it the vibration and rotation of atoms and molecules?

 

As temperature rises, vibrations intensify, and as it decreases, vibrations settle.

 

Most people are familiar with how a microwave oven heats by irradiating water molecules with electromagnetic waves.

 

In theory, that is.

 

The “intense vibration” could refer to rapid movements, a larger amplitude, increased rotation, or perhaps all of these, but Mika, not being a scientist or researcher, only possesses vague knowledge he read or heard somewhere.

 

Simply thinking, “Become hotter, Fireball!” proved ineffective. So, as a last-ditch effort, he decides to change his approach.

 

“Becoming intensely vibrational isn’t very clear, though.”

 

He can’t form a concrete image.

 

He has never seen atoms, let alone their vibrations.

 

Everything is composed of atoms, and if you delve deeper, they consist of quarks and Higgs bosons, but upon hearing such information, he couldn’t muster a response beyond “Hmm.”

 

Nevertheless, with no other ideas in mind, he decides to give it a try.

 

“Fireball!”

 

He creates a Fireball, about the size of a golf ball, with his right palm facing upwards.

 

The Fireball hovers about ten centimeters above his right hand, burning brightly but not excessively hot.

 

However, with summer now in full swing, having a Fireball in front of him feels stuffy, even if it’s not scorching.

 

Feeling sweat starting to form, he decides to give it a shot.

 

(Vibrations of atoms, huh? Well, let’s try doing whatever I can.)

 

He stares intently at the flame in front of him, imagining the vibrations intensifying and the temperature gradually rising.

 

Then, he notices a slight change.

 

The flame rises a bit higher, and its burning becomes more intense.

 

“Oh? Maybe it’s working?”

 

Is it just his imagination?

 

No, the flame does seem larger.

 

Closing his eyes, he concentrates, reinforcing the image of intensified vibrations and rising temperatures.

 

Immediately, a change occurs.

 

With his eyes still closed, and because the change happened so abruptly, he belatedly realizes that the temperature of the Fireball has increased several times.

 

Right above his right hand, just about ten centimeters.

 

“Ouch… Ah, this is bad. Seriously burned.”

 

His right hand is now visibly red, with a large blister forming.

 

“Waterball!”

 

He creates a Waterball about the size of a basketball and thrusts his hand into it.

 

But it doesn’t feel cold at all.

 

It’s just room temperature water.

 

“I need to cool it down somehow.”

 

In a world without freezers, how does one obtain ice?

 

Come to think of it, river water is cold.

 

That might be more practical, he thinks, when another idea crosses his mind.

 

“Manipulating thermal energy…”

 

He looks at the Waterball with his hand in it.

 

If he can raise the temperature, can he also lower it?

 

“…I’ll give it a shot.”

 

Furrowing his brow, he hesitates for a moment but decides to try anyway.

 

Pulling his right hand out, he gazes intently at the water mass in front of him, imagining the vibrations of the atoms coming to a halt.

 

In reality, they probably never stop completely, but it’s just an image.

 

His right hand stings, but he ignores it, concentrating his focus.

 

He envisions a sudden brake to the vibrations, and the water mass gradually transforms into a block of ice.

 

He’s mesmerized by the visible freezing process.

 

“Wow… Oh? Seriously?”

 

He mutters, and his concentration wavers, causing the ice mass that had been floating in the air to fall to the ground with a thud.

 

The heavy sound serves as proof of its complete freezing.

 

As he attempts to touch the fallen ice mass, his hand stops.

 

“It’s just frozen water, right…?”

 

If it were merely frozen water, there wouldn’t be any issue.

 

But what if this wasn’t frozen water, and hypothetically, it was something like solidified hydrogen and oxygen?

 

In an attempt to cool a burn, he might end up in an even more disastrous situation.

 

“No, no, no, it’s clearly just ice. If it were solidified hydrogen or oxygen, it would be evaporating like crazy. Ridiculous.”

 

With a relieved sigh, he reassures himself.

 

While muttering to himself, Mika cautiously moves away from the ice and sprinkles “Water Splash” on the ice block.

 

There doesn’t seem to be any visible sign of something vaporizing. He prods it with his fingertips, but they don’t stick.

 

It appears to be just ordinary ice.

 

Perhaps due to the painful experience, he becomes overly cautious. It would have been better if he had exercised that caution before the painful incident.

 

Squatting down, he gently places his right hand on the ice, realizing that his heated hand rapidly cools.

 

“Ahh… It’s cooling down…”

 

He sighs and curses his own foolishness.

 

While it’s good that a new realm of manipulating thermal energy has opened up, his actions were undeniably foolish.

 

“If I had just thought for a moment…”

 

Even a child could understand what would happen with the temperature rising so close.

 

Regretting his thoughtless actions, he feels embarrassed about himself.

 

“…Am I really this foolish?”

 

You don’t realize how foolish you are until you experience the consequences.

 

Moreover, since coming to this world, it feels like he’s been repeating such things over and over. He almost died from heatstroke, then collapsed due to a lack of magical power, and now he has a burn.

 

Maybe he should be a bit more careful.

 

There’s a sense of unease about his recent actions.

 

His self-assessment so far has been more of a “conservative and cautious” person. He prefers a flat and calm life over a life filled with ups and downs. Of course, he welcomes changes that benefit him, but he takes his time to accept them, questioning whether they truly benefit him.

 

He feels a deviation between his previous way of life and his recent actions.

 

“Did I become foolish after coming to this world?”

 

It’s not strange for something to change within him after being suddenly thrown into such a world.

 

Personality is shaped through experiences.

 

Such a bizarre experience is likely to have some impact on a person.

 

But the change seems too significant.

 

There’s only one thing that comes to mind.

 

“…The memories of Mika Noisheim.”

 

Where are experiences accumulated?

 

It’s undoubtedly in the brain as memories.

 

While the current him is primarily Kuhashi Ritsu, mixed with Mika Noisheim, there’s no clear boundary anymore.

 

He releases his hand from the ice and touches the blister, feeling the extensive area affected.

 

The burn is not just a surface issue; it has penetrated internally.

 

Though it’s not advisable to stop cooling it down just because it’s cold.

 

He places his hand on the ice again.

 

“What should I do…”

 

He mutters absentmindedly.

 

The Kuhashi Ritsu he used to know no longer exists.

 

There’s a slight sense of loneliness about this fact.

 

“Well, it can’t be helped. I am who I am.”

 

There’s nothing he can do about it now.

 

If that’s the case, he should at least reflect on it and turn it into a lesson for the future.

 

He touches the water blister and returns it to ice.

 

“Now, what to do with this…”

 

Of course, it’s about the burn.

 

Dealing with a burn is troublesome in itself, but the location is the worst.

 

His dominant hand, and it’s the palm.

 

Ideally, not moving it would be the best solution for healing an injury, but when it comes to the palm of the dominant hand, that’s not so easy.

 

Moreover, hygiene conditions are far from ideal.

 

While the burn might naturally heal, maintaining a clean environment until then is extremely difficult.

 

No, it’s impossible.

 

Pus and infections are a given. It’s safe to say that this is the established route.

 

If that’s the case, there aren’t many options available at this point.

 

In fact, there’s only one.

 

“Guess I have to go to Radi after all…”

 

He slumps.

 

If it’s “Smiling Madonna Raphin Maria,” she would probably heal it instantly.

 

But she would surely ask.

 

Why did you get such a burn?

 

Should he tell the truth?

 

Or should he deceive her?

 

Either way, he knows he’ll be scolded.

 

If he talks about magic, it’s certain to be forbidden.

 

Which option should he choose? He’s torn, his head in his hands.

 

“I want healing, but magic prohibition is harsh…”

 

But he doesn’t want to lie to Radi.

 

Amalia and Loretta too; too many people in this village genuinely care about Mika. Even a small lie would bring immense guilt.

 

Especially considering the burden of being a substitute for Mika Noisheim.

 

He wants healing.

 

But he doesn’t want to lie.

 

However, he doesn’t want magic prohibition either.

 

In this dilemma, he suddenly hears a demonic whisper.

 

Yes, a devilish solution.

 

(Wait, wait, wait. No, that’s not it. That’s not acceptable.)

 

He immediately dismisses the thought that came to mind.

 

But even after holding his head for a while and trying to think, no other solution comes to mind.

 

(Am I an idiot? I just decided to be more cautious.)

 

He denies it in his mind.

 

Even so, he can tell that his heart is drawn to the devilish suggestion.

 

Scratching his head with his left hand, he tries to banish that thought.

 

But soon, he finds himself enticed by it again.

 

“Ah, damn it! Am I really this much of an idiot!”

 

Acknowledging his lack of self-control, he still can’t stop himself.

 

“I’ll do it, damn it.”

 

Resolute, he scolds himself again.

 

But he doesn’t want to go all out right away.

 

At the very least, he should exercise the minimum caution and start with an experiment.

 

Natural healing ability.

 

In simple terms, it’s the function of healing oneself from illness or injury. When pathogens enter, white blood cells attack, and when injured, damaged or broken cells are eliminated, and normal cells repair the damage.

 

Of course, it’s not omnipotent, but to a certain extent, it can heal without the need for medicine or treatment.

 

Using magic, can this ability be enhanced? Since there is something like “Healing,” it can be said with certainty that it is possible. The only question is, is it possible for me?

 

Mika pulls up the weeds at his feet using the stem, bringing the separated parts close enough to touch or not, and then sends magic into them.

 

Cell activation.

 

Imaging the elimination of damaged cells, the promotion of division in normal cells, and the repair of the separated parts. The plant’s DNA can handle the structural parts like the tubes through which water flows.

 

He is merely promoting cell division and visualizing the reconnection of the separated parts.

 

Sending magic all at once without caution could lead to unpredictable consequences. So, he sends magic gradually, allowing slow repair.

 

After about 2-3 minutes of slowly sending magic, it seems like the separated part has reconnected.

 

He releases his hand, and there’s no tearing or falling from the previously severed part when lightly tugged.

 

“…Is it really connected?”

 

It’s not visible from the outside.

 

It might seem connected, but internally, it could be a mess, and it might wither by tomorrow. Nevertheless, it’s connected, for now.

 

“It might be possible…”

 

Experimenting with just one weed doesn’t justify conducting human experiments on himself. But the allure of acquiring healing magic has become irresistible, especially after the success of this experiment.

 

“…Did Dr. Flyman feel like this too?”

 

He recalls a famous movie about a scientist who experimented on himself by immersing himself in the process of matter transportation. Before the actual experiment, he could only imagine a future of failure, wearing a bitter expression.

 

Speaking of healing magic, it’s essentially just promoting metabolism at an extraordinary speed. Healing occurs faster due to the rapid metabolism. That’s all. In that sense, it seems much more sensible than phenomena like fire and water emerging from the hand. Well, the extraordinary speed of the metabolism is the unconventional part.

 

“Alright, let’s do it.”

 

He clears his head of thoughts about the movie’s ending and focuses on what he needs to do.

 

“Gather magic in the right hand and just imagine the process of healing the burn.”

 

He gradually eliminates damaged cells, decomposes them, and simultaneously promotes the division of healthy cells, repairing the burn from the inside.

 

It’s a function already present in the body. Nothing special.

 

He convinces himself of that and begins the healing.

 

He stares at his water-blistered hand, concentrating on the gradual imagery of repair.

 

It’s okay to take it slow; it’s okay to do it step by step. Don’t rush it.

 

While reminding himself of this, he continues sending magic to his right hand.

 

A faint bluish-white light gently envelops his right hand, but the healing Mika witnessed before, the “Miracle of the Goddess,” had delicate yellow light particles floating in the air.

 

(Isn’t the bluish-white light the color of magic itself? Is what I’m doing now different from the “Healing” I saw Mika do?)

 

After about five minutes, small wrinkles begin to appear on the previously slightly swollen skin.

 

He interrupts the concentration for a moment and examines the blister. Clearly, the skin seems excessive.

 

“…Has the substance needed for healing been absorbed?”

 

Observing carefully for other changes, there’s still pain from the burn.

 

However, visibly nothing bad seems to be happening.

 

In the invisible parts, sensory-wise, there’s nothing particularly alarming besides pain.

 

Taking a few deep breaths, he decides to concentrate on healing his right hand again.

 

He continues the process of sending magic, interrupting and confirming multiple times, and in less than an hour, the pain is gone.

 

But not all sensations are gone. There’s still a sense of touch besides the pain.

 

It seems all the exudate has been absorbed, and now the skin on the hand is floating from the wrist to the fingertips.

 

Honestly, this state feels quite unpleasant.

 

“Can I peel off this skin…?”

 

Pressing the palm with fingers reveals no pain.

 

If healing is complete, there should be newly regenerated skin beneath this layer.

 

…Probably.

 

He tears a small part at the edge.

 

No pain, and there’s nothing else particularly worrisome for now.

 

Peeling off all the skin, everything returns to its original state.

 

Looking at the skin that retained the shape of the hand, it’s like the shedding of a snake.

 

“Haha… Seriously?”

 

The astonishment is overwhelming, and a dry laugh escapes him.

 

In terms of mental impact, it’s far more shocking than manifesting water or fire from his hand.

 

“This power is truly extraordinary.”

 

He’s the one who did it, but he’s once again dumbfounded.

 

“…Now that I think about it, in that movie, abnormal things happened after some time had passed.”

 

Mika remembers this unnecessary detail from the movie.