When he recovered, he returned to the system space.
The only difference now was the presence of two white spheres of light floating in the previously empty air.
With a single thought, the two orbs drifted toward Arthur.
"So these are the companion spaces for disciples," he murmured.
The moment his palm touched one of the orbs, a surge of information rushed into Arthur's mind.
He gently tapped one of the light spheres with his finger, and in an instant, Arthur's body vanished from the spot.
The space inside the sphere was no longer empty like the main system space. Instead, it resembled a spacious room.
"Interesting," Arthur muttered in admiration.
This was Adam's exclusive space. Naturally, the second sphere belonged to Wilson.
Through these spheres, one could instantly reach a disciple's location—or draw the disciple into this space for communication.
"How long does it take to harvest the magic power?" Arthur asked.
"Approximately one week. During that time, you can observe the outside world from Adam's perspective within this space," the system responded.
Arthur frowned. "Forget it. That sounds like spying."
No matter how bored he might get, he had no intention of invading someone's privacy like that.
"But a whole week… that's quite long."
"Harvesting magic power must be done gradually," the system explained. "If rushed, it can cause irreversible damage to the target's body. Please understand."
Harvesting magic involved drawing a small portion of the disciple's magic from their core to establish a connection with the system.
"I understand."
In a noble castle belonging to the Frost-Heart family, Adam scratched his head with a troubled expression.
A few days ago, after losing a family member in battle, Adam had been overwhelmed with grief and stopped paying attention to himself.
But now, as the sadness began to fade, he started noticing something strange.
Despite regular training, the amount of magic within him hadn't increased at all.
"Could it be… I've reached my magic limit already?"
The thought made Adam uneasy and confused.
At his age—especially being part of an ancient bloodline—his magic should still be growing rapidly.
As long as one spent time each day refining magic, the amount should naturally increase.
"Most children awaken their magic source at a young age. From that source, they absorb magic from heaven and earth, refining it into their own. As they grow, the magic source evolves—from gas, to liquid, then to solid form when it reaches its peak..."
Bang bang bang—
"Ah—please come in." Adam's voice was slightly low.
The door opened, revealing a silver-haired boy, slightly younger than Adam.
"It's you."
"Adam, you still haven't made any progress with your magic, have you?"
Seeing the worry on Adam's face, Max frowned.
Adam nodded silently in response.
After a brief pause, Max hesitated, then asked, "You didn't forget to refine your magic during training these past few days… did you?"
"How could I?! I'm not stupid!" Adam snapped, feeling insulted.
Max opened his mouth to reply but stopped, not wanting to upset Adam any further.
"Maybe ask your father—the head of the family," Max suggested. "He might have a solution."
Adam's eyes flickered at the suggestion.
But then he shook his head, a hint of resistance in his expression.
"Forget it…"
"There's never been a case like this in our family. Even if I ask, I doubt he'll know what to do."
"Besides… he probably thinks I've been slacking off because of grief."
As he spoke, Adam lifted his head—but suddenly froze, his eyes widening.
"Who are you?!"
Adam shouted toward Max's back.
From his viewpoint, there had been only a wall behind Max. But now, a young man in a black robe with glowing magical runes—and stark white hair—stood there.
Adam scanned the room. The windows and door were still closed.
How did he get in?!
Max turned quickly, startled by Adam's reaction.
"What is it?!"
But there was nothing—just the wall.
This kind of silent appearance… even Max and I didn't notice him. He must be incredibly powerful… Adam thought, cold sweat forming on his forehead.
"In the doorway—wait for my signal. Then rush out and get help. I'll try to hold him off," Adam said in a low, serious voice.
The one at the door: "???"