He looked at the status window before he frowned. "A status window is fine and all, but could it not be so garbled? And why is my last name missing? What does 'Magical Intelligence' mean? Is there no 'Intelligence' stat because I'm too stupid? What is even the baseline for the normal statistics anyways? Aren't these values too extreme? I mean, the other stats are far too low compared to 'Magic' and 'Magical Intelligence'. And what's with the title section? I get that I have none; I don't need it to be four lines long." He fired off a series of questions. "At the very least, I think these should be enough to confirm the fact that I am currently in a fantasy world..."

"Ah, whatever. I'll put that aside for now." Ren scratched his right eyebrow. "Let's see… For the skills, I have the standard 'Language Comprehension' skill, 'Magic Manipulation'—I guess that already having the skill means I won't need to struggle much for magic—and… 'Creation Magic'?"

He rubbed both of his eyes with his freezing fingers. "Goodness, that's cold." He let out a breath. "Let's try tapping the word. Maybe an additional info will come out… Seriously?" His hand touched thin air as the status window remained unchanged. "How am I supposed to know what the skill does? Should I just take a dumb guess?"

He folded his arms to his chest, his platinum plate in his left hand's grasp still showing the status window. Ren closed his eyes and hummed absentmindedly. 'It is named 'Creation Magic' after all. Then, is it safe to assume that I can create anything? Is there even any limitations to it?'

The best way for him to test out his theory was to try using the skill. He opened his eyes and dropped his arms to the sides. He held out his right palm in front of him. He imagined a blue flame appearing, radiating enough heat to dispel the coldness near him.

A flicker of blue manifested in his palm before it burst and flared to form a flame the size of an adult's head. The flame sitted itself just above Ren's palm, not quite touching the skin. The heat released by the flame traveled from his palm to the rest of his body, making him sigh in content.

"Just like I intended it, the flame doesn't burn me, so does it rely on my intention?" He hummed and crouched.

He directed his palm of blue flame towards the snowy ground, and the snow melted into a small puddle of water before evaporating as steam. The flame continued to burn, but before it could scorch the ground, Ren willed it to not sear the soil black.

And, sear, it did not.

Ren looked at the fire in his palm and gave a silent command in his mind for it to disappear. The blue flame did not even fizzle out, and just vanished into thin air. Then, with another thought, the flame reappeared in his palm.

A grin made its way across Ren's face as an idea struck his mind. "If I can create magic itself, that would be awesome." He reined in his excitement and kept his voice low. "First things first is to build a campfire and set up camp here."

A while later, Ren sat on a wooden stool near a campfire he had built by burning the logs of wood with a flame he manifested on his palm. A small portable tent with the mishmash colors of green and brown was set up behind him. He held a cup of hot cocoa in his hands and sipped the chocolaty goodness.

He puffed out a white cloud of cold breath. "Ah, this is what I call bliss." He put down the cup onto the small table beside him, and with a mere thought, a bucket of spicy hot chicken wings appeared out of nowhere. The smell wafted around but Ren was too hungry to care whether or not the wind would carry the smell elsewhere.

He took a wing and bit into it, the juice of the perfectly cooked meat permeating his taste buds. "Who cares about dying because of some banana peel? This must be why I died in the first place, to have this heaven-like luxury." He took another bite of the wing. "Goodness, this is so damn good. I don't feel the least bit tired from creating all this stuff, and that makes this whole thing even better."

He took another wing, but just as Ren was about to savor it again, a sudden rustle of leaves halted the meat's journey into his mouth. He looked around the surroundings and waited to hear more rustling, just to confirm it was not his mind playing tricks on him.

Another rustling that came from the thicket to his right had made him stood up from his stool with wariness. Ren gulped, and his palms were sweating despite the chilly weather. The rustling did not stop, and he stared at the thicket.

He dared not make any sound.

His heart thumped against his chest, louder than what he would like. The crackling of the campfire did not help with his anxiety either. The rustling became louder with each growing moment, and Ren had the urge to shout just so whatever it was that was making the sound would come out already.

Then, before he could act on his impulse, something popped its head out of the thicket. A huge brown bear quadraple of Ren's size towered over the copse as it stood on its two feet.

He stared at the animal predator with wide eyes. His hands holding the bucket of chicken wings shook, and his grip on it loosen; he involuntarily dropped the food with a thud, and the wings scattered onto the ground. A tantalizing aroma filled the air mixing with the smell of smoke coming from the fire he had built.

Ren's eyes almost bulged out of his sockets at his mistake. 'Crap! I should have been more careful of the smell!' He needed the campfire as a proper source of heat and warmth, but he could have forgone the chicken wings. 'Stupid!'

A deep growl came from the animal just a few meters away from him. He retreated a step while keeping an eye on the bear. Then, he retreated another step, slow and cautious. The bear had yet to make a move. He moved backwards once more, but his foot bumped into the table he had placed beside his stool, and he stumbled onto the ground.

Ren groaned in pain, but that was stopped when the brown bear that was meters away from him suddenly loomed over him. The animal's humongous frame cast a shadow over his figure that was small in comparison to the bear's.

Ren froze in fear.

'Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit!'

The bear opened its mouth and revealed a set of sharp white teeth. "Hey, you okay, kid?"

All thoughts in Ren's mind came to a halt and his eyes grew round.

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Did the bear just talk?