'Is this why people seek strength? Because the feeling itself is so overpowering that they cannot ever stop seeking power?' His gaze was locked onto the dead shaman on the ground.
Unknown to him, a dark current was passing through his brain. Each cycle caused a new wave of pleasure to seep into his body. After a few cycles, it receded back into the depths of his mind, hiding once more.
[While that is true, I've slightly enhanced what you've felt. That was your reward for performing well and grasping magic this quickly.]
His eyes squinted at the sudden system message. 'So you're drugging me passively? Please stop doing that.'
[Okay.]
Before he could ponder why the system so easily agreed, both of the shamans had stepped out and were facing him.
"Why are there two of you, isn't it called a duel?"
Annoyed, his voice was laced with a murderous intent. Having awakened his mana, his emotions were apparent to those who had even a shred of mana sensitivity.
