Marks of the Ten Directions

At the age of thirty-five, Wang Yuan traveled through time. When he opened his eyes again, he became the son of a blacksmith, twelve years old, named Nabino Renne. This is a broken plane. The area is less than one-tenth of the earth. Elemental storms pour in from the rifts, and giant beasts are rampant in the wilderness. Human civilization had just emerged from the darkness, writing was monopolized by priests, and magic theory was still in chaos. What's even more terrible is that he has a rare all-element physique - he can sense the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire and earth, but each one is pitifully weak. In this world, that means you're the worst apprentice. My father mortgaged his ancestral blacksmith shop and exchanged his life savings for a letter of apprenticeship. But Nabino had something that this world didn't have - the logical thinking of a modern engineer. Don't know how to draw runes? He broke down the spellcasting into five stages and checked them step by step like debugging code. Not talented enough? He used the cross-element comparison method to deduce the spiral path of the fire element from the water element runes. Don't understand magic theory? He built his own parameter system and replaced intuition with data. This is not a genius story. This is the story of an ordinary person who spent ten years lighting the first flame at his fingertips. It took him a whole life to go from being an apprentice in the blacksmith shop to being a great magician at the top of the plane. And those red spots of light tens of billions of light-years away - that's another story.