Reincarnated as the Only Male in an All-Girls Magic Academy!-Chapter 22: Chaos Mental Sea!

Sleep, as it turned out, was harder to catch than a fly in a hurricane.

Ren lay on his back with both arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling like it had just offended him.

The room was dark and silent, yet his mind was racing like a Formula One car on a sugar high.

Tonight's sleep wasn't just any regular sleep. It was the sleep. The sleep when his Mental Sea would finish evolving after 24 long hours of anticipation, anxiety, and restless pacing.

It was like waiting for a mysterious Christmas present, except the box could possibly explode or change his entire brain forever!

He knew it would complete its evolution inside the forge in just a few hours, but the excitement made him jittery.

His fingers kept twitching, and his thoughts refused to slow down. As a scientist in his past life, this kind of situation was hellish.

Ren hated walking into the unknown without a full data report. The worst part? He'd chosen the evolution path simply based on its name!

It had sounded fancy and promising, but there had been zero documentation on it. So, as much as he was excited... a big chunk of him was nervous as hell.

Finally, to force his brain to stop obsessing, Ren activated an old calming trick from his past life.

It began with controlled breathing, mental focus on a single image, and repeating the number "seven" like it was a magical lullaby.

It took effort. A lot. But slowly, his pulse steadied, and his racing thoughts dulled like a volume dial being turned down. Minutes passed.

And then, darkness took him.

The next time Ren opened his eyes, he was no longer in the room.

He was standing again in the dazzling white Evolution Forge. His breath fogged faintly in the air, and soft, glowing circuits traced across the floor like veins.

He immediately looked down at the sleek black watch strapped to his wrist—an interface only available inside the forge—and saw the countdown for the evolution ticking: 3 minutes, 42 seconds remaining.

Ren's heart gave a small, excited thump.

"Showtime," he whispered to himself with a smirk.

He walked forward with calm confidence, his bare feet echoing softly across the glowing white floor as he approached the Evolution chamber.

There, placed on the shelf, was the red evolution crystal. It was brighter now, humming like it was filled with bottled thunder.

He picked it up, fingers gently wrapping around the smooth, warm surface, and a low chime rang through the air.

Instantly, his Mental Sea responded to the signal.

He stared intently at the red crystal and peered at the current state of his mental sea—and what he saw nearly made him drop the crystal in surprise.

The old thick purple sea he remembered had completely transformed.

Now it was multicolored, a swirling mass of radiant hues that looked like melted rainbows had been stirred into a vortex.

Shades of electric blue, molten gold, soft violet, shimmering crimson, and even strands of silver flowed together like threads in a beautiful, endless whirlpool.

But it wasn't just pretty, it moved, like it was alive. It pulsed and shimmered and reacted to his gaze, almost as if it knew he was watching.

Ren's eyes gleamed.

"A multicolored evolution?" he murmured, already theorizing. "Possibly connected to multi-thread recognition... maybe even multi-layer Loom compatibility?"

He leaned closer, mind spinning.

"Could it be resonating with different types of emotional energy? Or maybe... frequency-based thought resonance? I might even be able to process Loom variants differently now. Oh, this could change everything—"

DING.

The watch let out a soft bell-like tone.

[Evolution Complete. The Chaos Mental Sea has been successfully integrated!]

Ren took a long breath.

This was the moment. There was no backing out now.

He raised the red crystal, which was now flickering faintly like a dying star, and gave it a firm squeeze.

The evolved Mental Sea condensed into a single sphere of swirling multicolored light, like a marble containing a tiny galaxy, and slowly floated toward his forehead.

Okay, here we go. Probably gonna hurt like crazy, he braced.

The sphere touched his skin.

Nothing.

No pain. No burning. No brain-melting explosion. For the first few seconds, he honestly thought something had gone wrong.

Then... everything changed.

Ren's eyes flew open wide as an overwhelming sensation of clarity crashed into him like a tidal wave of lightning.

Suddenly, his thoughts weren't just thoughts anymore, they had structure. They had color. They had form.

It was like seeing his ideas floating around him in glowing blueprints, visualized like hovering diagrams.

He could hear his theories constructing themselves faster than he could consciously keep up.

His old research project, Project Chaos, from his past life suddenly burst into his memory, and new ideas slammed into him like divine revelations.

Complex equations. Quantum theories. Energy convergence points. Neural rewiring protocols. Everything!

It was like his brain had upgraded to a supercomputer made out of pure imagination.

But after a few seconds, the heightened awareness faded slightly.

Ren blinked and exhaled, now sitting cross-legged on the glowing floor, still buzzing with energy.

His senses had shifted entirely. His vision was sharper, more layered. The world around him wasn't just visible, it was detailed.

Tiny particles in the air. Micro-movements. He could hear things clearer, like the soft electric buzz of the forge itself. Every input was richer. Sharper.

Then came the realization that made his jaw drop.

"I can feel it..." he whispered. "The Loom. Clearly. All around me."

Before, sensing Loom threads had been almost like feeling for spiderwebs in the dark.

Now? It was like standing in a forest made of glowing thread!

All of it was pulsing gently in rhythm with his breathing. He could see the energy patterns around him in a full meter-wide radius!

Not faintly. Not hazily. Clearly!

His control had tripled. And since he could now sense the Loom in a meter radius, that meant—

"I can weave," he said with growing excitement, "I can actually start learning weaving techniques now!"

The multicolored Mental Sea had done more than evolve his mental power; it had elevated him into a whole new level of thread manipulation.

He hadn't even begun exploring the special effect of the Chaos Mental Sea, and already, it was like someone had handed him a key to the kingdom.

A slow grin spread across Ren's face.

The nervous tension from earlier was gone now. This was what he lived for. Discoveries. Upgrades.

Power, not given, but earned. The kind that made you feel like you could change the rules of reality itself.

And the best part?

This was just the beginning.

Just as Ren was soaking in the afterglow of his mental upgrade, the soft beep of his watch brought him back to focus.

A new message had appeared on the screen; glowing red text pulsing gently against the black background.

Ren straightened his back, eyes narrowing with sharp curiosity. This was it. Time to uncover the true effect of the evolution that had no records, no guides, and no safety net.

He tapped the message, and the forge shimmered around him as the watch brought up a full diagnostic report of his now-evolved mind.

[Mental Sea: Chaos Mental Sea – Grade: Common (Locked)]

Special Ability Unlocked: [Multithread Sync]

[Description: The Chaos Mental Sea was born from the edge of structured consciousness and primal creative force.

It grants the user the rare ability to form multiple simultaneous connections with the Loom.

Unlike regular Mental Seas that can only weave in a linear, single-thread fashion, the Chaos Mental Sea allows for asynchronous, parallel weaving.

This enables multiple techniques, designs, or bindings to be executed at once, provided the user can maintain the mental strain. Greater mastery leads to more concurrent threads.]

Ren's mouth slowly opened in stunned silence.

Multiple simultaneous weaves?

He blinked hard.

Then blinked again.

"No way," he breathed, his voice tinged with disbelief and mounting excitement. "That's... absurd."

It was like learning that while everyone else had to load spells like single bullets into a tiny gun, he'd just been handed a fully automatic turret, and the only thing stopping him from going wild was his own ability to aim straight.

"I can cast more than one weave at once?" he said out loud, rereading the text. "Like... actually stack them? That's insane!

If I can control even just two separate weaving patterns at once, that's enough to fight someone a sub-level above me! No—wait—two if I pick the right ones!"

He started pacing in a small circle, his thoughts catching fire.

This ability wasn't just powerful. It was revolutionary. It explained why the Chaos Mental Sea had been completely undocumented.

People who evolved into this kind of mind probably didn't want others to know it existed. Or maybe they didn't survive the madness it could create if one wasn't careful.

After all, managing multiple loom connections at once required not just talent, but insane mental discipline.

He knew right away what he had to do; train his control. Hone his mind. Expand his stamina until he could juggle multiple patterns like a master puppeteer dancing across invisible threads!

But before he could start fantasizing too far ahead, the watch buzzed again.

[Next Evolution: Locked. Upgrade Required.]

Ren froze. "Huh?"

The red text expanded with a new entry:

[Current Evolution Crystal Grade: Red – Maxed]

[Further evolution of the Chaos Mental Sea requires upgrading the Evolution Crystal to the next tier. Upgrade Requirements:

• 1x Phoenix Bone Shard

• 2x Worldthread Fiber

• 3x Essence of Thought (Unstable)

• 1x Ink of Forgotten Dreams]

Ren stared at the list for a full ten seconds in utter disbelief.

"...I don't even know if half of these things are real," he muttered.

A Phoenix Bone Shard? What was he supposed to do, go grave-digging in mythical volcanoes?

And Worldthread Fiber? That sounded like something woven by a god during their retirement years!

Don't even get him started on Essence of Thought (Unstable)—what kind of poetic nonsense even was that? Did he have to extract that from a philosopher mid-monologue?

And the last one—Ink of Forgotten Dreams—might as well have been a book title. Or worse, a prank.

Still... his expression didn't falter.

In fact, he grinned.

"Challenge accepted."

Sure, these ingredients were ridiculous. Sure, they sounded like they were plucked out of a dungeon boss's lunchbox.

But that didn't matter. Ren had to get them. He would get them. Because he now understood something vital: once he evolved this Chaos Mental Sea one more time, he was going to reach the next Weaver stage!

The Adept Stage!

His entire body thrummed with energy at the thought. That was when true techniques began. That was when Weaving stopped being a gimmick and started becoming reality-altering.

At the Adept Stage, Loom control expanded not just in range, but in quality. Concepts like Loom Layers, compound Weaves, Weave Holding, all that juicy, delicious high-level madness would finally be available to him.

Ren clenched his fists.

"If I want to stand on equal footing with Mirabella..." he whispered to himself, "I have to get there. No matter what it takes."

He sat back down in the center of the forge, letting the soft white light soak into his skin. The rush of the evolution had passed, but his thoughts were still electric.

And just like that, he was back in the flow. Riddles. Logic. Pattern matching. He'd spend the next few hours here in the Evolution Forge, letting the new Chaos Mental Sea stabilize inside him while racking up points.

Every few minutes, he'd pause and experiment with the Loom; gently forming single strands, then attempting to form two at once.

It was wobbly. Hard to hold steady. His vision would blur and his temples would ache. But it was possible.

And more than that, it was fun.

He felt alive.

For the first time in a long time, Ren wasn't just reacting to the world. He was building something. Growing. Becoming.

The pressure of the coming duel with Mirabella still loomed ahead like a massive mountain, but now... he wasn't afraid of it.

He was preparing to climb it, and maybe, just maybe, push her off it.