Carefully placing the treated Pegasus feather into the wand body, the feather’s fluff began to stretch out little by little, gradually connecting with the ancient rune etched into the inner core wall of the wand.

Once the entire treated Pegasus feather was fully embedded, the circuit between the wand core and the wand body was completely connected. Sebastian then inserted the final stopper, sealing the wand body entirely.

After completing this, Sebastian took a deep breath, picked up the black-brown wand, and waved it gently.

In an instant, he felt his magic flow into the wand as if it were an extension of his own arm and fingers. There was no issue with either the wand body or the wand core!

“Wingardium Leviosa!” he uttered.

His right wrist trembled, and the wand shook rapidly in his hand. The objects in the room began to float, one by one, revolving around him as he waved the wand.

However, as the magic worked, Sebastian’s previously joyful expression turned to one of regret.

With a slight wave of the wand, the floating objects returned to their original positions, one by one.

Looking at the wand in his hand, Sebastian felt a mix of excitement and regret. He was thrilled by the wand’s success—it was a tool that could offer him some measure of self-preservation. But at the same time, he realized it wasn’t suitable for him. It barely met the requirements. Though the Pegasus feathers fulfilled the basic needs, they were just enough to qualify, not to be a perfect fit.

The wand he used in his previous life was thirteen and a half inches long, made from the heartwood of an oak tree over a hundred years old. Its core was the heart of a dragon—perfectly suited for black magic and combat.

This new wand, however, was the same length, but its body was made from the heartwood of a pine tree just a century old, and its core was the feather of a Pegasus. The wand’s nature was one of life, vitality, healing, and holiness, with a strong affinity for white magic, but detrimental to black magic.

Moreover, the quality of this wand left much to be desired. It was at best barely adequate.

In simple terms, the wand worked, but it was entirely unsuitable for Sebastian.

Of course, it was still far superior to casting magic bare-handed without a wand.

This was just the beginning.

Next, Sebastian could study magic while thinking about finding new materials for crafting future wands.

While most of the materials from his previous life didn’t exist in this world, there were plenty of things here that were impossible to find in his past life.

For instance, the golden apple tree of Asgard, Odin’s ravens, and the eight-legged horse—creatures and materials from various dimensions—none of these had ever existed in his previous life.

If he could craft a magic wand, then the old wand from his previous life would likely pale in comparison to the potential of these new wands.

As he thought about this, Sebastian realized that in this life, he could do whatever he wanted, but now it seemed that even though he had many opportunities, he still needed to engage in a few “political transactions.”

Otherwise, when faced with the crises of the future, he would remain stuck.

He couldn’t afford to sit idly by and wait for someone else to make the moves for him.

No one could guarantee that the person who was erased with the snap of their fingers would not change. Sebastian had already learned a valuable truth from his previous life: movies are just movies, and this was the real world.

It was useful to look at movies to predict potential future directions, but one could never rely on them to make decisions.

Doing so would inevitably lead to a lot of suffering.

With that thought in mind, Sebastian took a deep breath and calmed the excitement and regret he felt about his wand-making success.

He began cleaning up the tools and scraps, sat at his desk, and started drafting a detailed introduction to the magic system he had learned.

It wasn’t until the following morning that Sebastian had managed to sort out even a small part of it.

The magic system he had learned in his previous life was enormous, developed over many years.

And there was one thing that needed to be addressed:

The potions and herbal remedies from his previous life couldn’t be directly used in this world. While there were many ingredients for potions here, some of the essential components simply didn’t exist.

As a result, Sebastian would need to find substitutes and alter the recipes.

Researching what was almost a semi-original potion would require ten times the resources needed for crafting a wand.

At least in the past six years, Sebastian had been fortunate—an accidental discovery of the Marvel Universe’s versions of healing potions and blood tonics had proven useful.

Even so, their effectiveness had been significantly weakened compared to what he was used to, and they were only just barely usable.

It wasn’t enough to simply spend a lot of time and energy studying potions that were suitable for this world. The most important factor was the significant amount of money required—enough to fund various experiments.

With this in mind, Sebastian began to formulate a plan. If necessary, he could open a potion research institute and seek investors. Using the investors’ funds, he could continue his research into magic medicines that were more appropriate for this world. The medicines developed could then be sold as products. Of course, this was only a preliminary idea, and Sebastian had merely outlined a rough plan for the future.

Additionally, there was the opportunity to make use of Tony Stark’s disappearance. The resulting chaos in Stark Industries’ stock market value would provide a perfect window of opportunity for Sebastian to buy up Stark’s shares at a bargain. This, combined with his growing network, could lay the groundwork for financial leverage down the line.

For now, though, his focus remained on crafting a stronger, more suitable wand for himself. The wand he had just created, though functional, wasn’t a perfect fit for his needs. He needed something better, one that aligned more closely with his magic.

And then there was the potion system—one that would need to evolve and adapt based on the materials available in this world.

Finally, after successfully crafting a wand that was only “adequate,” Sebastian exhaled.

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