Inside a quiet room in the Voldi Godo mansion
Neuro sat alone
There was no sound
Only his calm breathing
He slowly raised his hand
He looked at the empty space around him
He did not try to absorb mana this time
He tried to feel it
The air was not empty
It was filled with mana
He slowly closed his eyes
He focused only on the feeling
At first he felt nothing
Then a faint sensation appeared
Like a slow current moving everywhere
It was not strong
But it was clear
He slightly opened his eyes
Mana began to move toward him
Without him trying
Without him commanding it
"Again…" he thought
He breathed calmly
"I cannot stop it…"
His body kept absorbing mana
Even without intention
He tried to stop the flow
He focused harder
But it did not stop
It only weakened
But continued
"If it cannot be stopped…"
He paused
His eyes became sharper
"It can be redirected…"
Instead of blocking mana
He tried to change its path
Very slowly
A part of the mana shifted
Another part continued
The flow was no longer fully chaotic
There was slight control
Weak
But real
He understood
"This is only the beginning…"
He lowered his hand
The mana kept flowing
But calmer
The room returned to silence
But Neuro was no longer the same
Inside a dark room in the Voldi Godo mansion
Neuro was awake at night
Everyone was asleep
The mansion was silent
This was the time he preferred
He slowly raised his hand
Mana in the air moved toward him
This time he did not let it flow randomly
He began controlling it
Slowly
With focus
Memories appeared in his mind
Stories from his previous world
Techniques that were not real there
But made sense
"If energy exists…"
"It can be shaped…"
He focused more
He tried to compress mana into one point
At first it scattered
He failed
He tried again
And again
Mana began to gather
Unstable
But forming
He did not stop
He compressed it further
Until it became a small trembling point
"This is it…"
Then suddenly it disappeared
He exhaled calmly
"Still weak…"
But he did not stop
He changed the method
Instead of compressing
He rotated the mana
Slowly
The flow became more stable
Not strong
But controlled
"Rotation…"
"Easier than compression…"
His eyes slightly shined
He kept practicing
Hour after hour
Without sound
Without stopping
Mana was no longer chaotic
It responded slowly
Not because of power
But because of understanding
His absorption never stopped
This gave him more mana than others
"An advantage…"
He smiled slightly
"Even if it is dangerous…"
He lowered his hand
The mana disappeared
But he had taken a step forward