Genius Wizard Breaking Limits - Chapter 589



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Episode 589: The Master

The countless emotions that begin to run high and the reason that tries to maintain composure intertwine and eventually coalesce into one, leaving a mark on my heart.

The heartbeat, which should have been stronger, instead became slower.

Verden’s life was a series of deceptions.

In order to survive and escape from being an unofficial test subject, I swallowed my anger and hatred to gain talents that I was not born with.

It was only after traveling around the Eastern Continent, passing through the Central Continent, and returning to the Western Continent under the pseudonym of Asher that I finally experienced the world.

A state of transcendence.

A force with the same purpose.

In this way, the tip of the sword pointed at the chin of the Bohemian tower was strictly hidden and concealed.

This is the result.

Baloch Besias does not know who he is facing now. He does not know why the ugly secret of the Bohemirn Tower has been revealed.

“… … You, why are you laughing all of a sudden?”

“It reminds me of old times.”

Verden, who was taking on the appearance of the dark moon, smiled faintly with the corners of his lips raised.

It’s so much fun.

Everything.

So much so that it felt like the life of a former underdog was being compensated for.

“By the way, I asked you how you felt about being brought here.”

Verden exhaled deeply.

“It’s fun. And it’s refreshing. No matter how it ends, it’s obvious that one of the two will die without achieving their ideal.”

“Pretending to be calm.”

Baloch displayed his strong will and spread his unique style.

All things looked up to Baloch.

“It was amazing how you discovered the existence of the Colsion and destroyed it, digging up the secrets of my magic tower and exploiting the gap. It was a pretty good struggle. It was quite an eyesore, though… … The moment you got caught up in this, it all became meaningless.”

“What does that mean?”

“I will bring under my control all the powers that rule the continent. Even the Transcendent Ones are no exception.”

Baloch looks down with dark eyes full of arrogance and self-righteousness.

Verden snorted.

“You dare to rule over the transcendent. Do you intend to control their minds with the usual compulsory magic circle? Like Sandhir Paen?”

“It’s more than that.”

Baloch lifted his chin.

“Unofficial labs? Elders of Itium? Disciple? No need. It’s a ridiculously small loss compared to the total power of Black Hour that we will now have. Well, if you choose to commit suicide out of fear of being brainwashed before that, that’s a different story. Of course, that won’t happen.”

The Dahit Westroel that Baloch knows is a man who would kill if he killed, and would die if he died. He is not a great man who would ever admit defeat and submit.

That is why he can reveal his sinister intentions without hesitation. Even if you mock him by saying you will make him your slave, there is nothing Dahit can do.

“The dream that spread across the continent months ago, and the breakthrough of the hierarchy through it. I don’t know what you were trying to achieve with it, but if it was to prove your greatness to this world and be remembered by everyone, then it was a success. Even I was impressed by this.”

Baloch stretched out his left arm to the side.

“Isn’t it perfect as a last work?”

“You’ve been overconfident of your victory since earlier.”

Verden activated the magic circuit. The heavy air pressed down on the ground.

The oppressive atmosphere soared into the sky.

“There is much to say. My death, make me kneel and discuss it.”

Baloch showed his ambition to take control of Dahit’s mind. In fact, this is no different from declaring that he will kill Dahit.

A person who is deprived of the right to choose and whose memories are distorted cannot exist as himself. According to Dahit’s theory of memory, this means death.

“… … .”

Although the magic war has not yet begun, it is obvious that this is a life-or-death crisis for Dark Moon.

A wizard is one who prepares.

The same goes for the transcendent.

There is a gap between the prepared and the unprepared that cannot be easily bridged. It is the kind of gap that cannot be overcome with mere spirit.

However, that chilling hostility that was not at all intimidating, but rather burning with a sincere murderous intent, could truly be said to be typical of Wesroel… … On the other hand, Baloch narrowed his brows.

‘That attitude, that voice, that presence. All the elements prove that it’s Dahith Wesroel. But… … what is it?’

This feeling.

I guess you could call it a sense of discomfort.

An inexplicable sense of unease rose up and tickled my nerves. It was a subtle dissonance that I could ignore if I wanted to.

So I just shook it off.

No matter what happens, the result doesn’t change.

Kukukukukuku… … !

The presence and magic that each of them created collided.

The axis is shaking.

The land that had been destroyed by magic began to tremble in fear once again.

“Leave your will, Wesroel.”

“I thought you said you talk a lot.”

Verden bent his fingers. A strong force filled both hands.

“It’s nothing more than a penny.”

Baloch’s plan was created solely based on the Dark Moon. Since she still does not realize the truth, she has no choice but to use it.

What did that Bohemian tycoon prepare to be so confident?

I want to confirm it as a dark moon.

‘All power is revealed after that.’

I didn’t have any pride.

There is no room for carelessness from the beginning.

Even when he succeeded in reconstructing his body through the power source of the magic tower, and even now when he thoroughly deceived the so-called omnipotent transcendent being.

The mindset is the same.

Baloch rolled his eyes and clenched his molars at the derogatory term, “Halfpun.”

“… … Let’s see if you can still talk like that in the end, usurper.”

Kuung!

He unleashed his true power and struck the ground with his ‘giant staff’.

This is the third of the seven collections held by the Bohemian Tower───the artificial artifact [Endless Manseng].

Peeing.

The moment the staff reacted to the magic, three rings centered around the red crystal floating on its head spun fiercely.

At the same time, the clouds flowing from a great height parted.

A lightning bolt flashed from the hidden magic circle. Immediately afterwards, it passed through three magic circles that had appeared in the air.

Firepower and range multiplied several times in an instant.

The dark world was dyed white by the intense light that burst out like an explosion.

───!

The shockwave was more powerful than the 7th-tier lightning magic . The ground that was pierced in a straight line melted and was pulled down by gravity.

As the light faded, pitch-black flames were seen rising from various parts of Verden’s body, which was standing still in midair.

Magic

Verden joined in.

I am somewhat aware of the power of the two as the Dark Moon and the All-Powerful One.

‘Let’s skip the petty fighting.’

The Realm of Annihilation began to engulf the surrounding area, gradually destroying it.

Meanwhile, in the sky, the magic circle of was scattered and broken into pieces, which then reassembled and transformed into various magical techniques.

The ground was covered in darkness darker than the night sky, and the sky was dotted with a dozen magic circles.

“Now that I think about it, it must have been sorted out by now.”

Baloch chuckled.

“The Black Hour within the Great Hall, which devotes most of its power to the outside, will never be able to withstand the saturation of the pancreas for long. Did you know that?”

“… … .”

Daejeon Hall.

Saturation of the pancreas.

‘Was it because of the Bohemian Tower that I suddenly lost contact with Isabella?’

It is certainly an unexpected situation that the perimeter of the Great Hall has been violated.

But there is no reason to be agitated.

Verden asserted.

“It doesn’t matter whether I know it or not. Nothing will change. It’s the same in the Great Hall and other places.”

“Are you willing to risk losing all your power? Are you afraid that you will be called a usurper who destroyed the teachers who raised you? Keep your cool───”

“We win.”

……we?

Baloch was overcome by a strange shiver when he heard that unfamiliar word. The discomfort he had shaken off just before became stronger and clung to him.

The unpleasant feeling of missing something crossed my mind again, as when I had lost contact with the spectral procession fleet.

Wiggle.

Baloch furrowed his brow.

Even though I had taken the high ground, I felt an awkward feeling of being swayed… … He ripped it off without hesitation, his eyes sparkling.

“It was a long and pointless conversation.”

The magic circles are linked sequentially and have their own unique formula as one.

Destructive power, and lethal power.

I focused my thoughts solely on the source and original intent of elemental magic.

Each person’s thoughts are manifested.

The actions intersected.

Phew───Kwaaaaang!

Five cold and earthly tornadoes surge forward, twisting their orbits, and Berden, who rises upwards while destroying them, casts .

The surface of the defensive magic circle collided with the pitch-black ray and was eroded. At the same time, a meteor made of lightning struck the area.

The owner of the Bohemian Tower.

Leader of the Black Hour.

A wave of disaster once again crashed over the Eternal Cliff that had become a flat land.

* * *

thud!

The doors of the Great Hall, which had fallen from above, blocked the entrance.

The space became a sealed room.

Even though his escape route was blocked, Croden paid no attention. He simply stared ahead with his pale red eyes, clouded with yearning.

Isabella Deiros.

The hair and eyes were dyed dark green and gold respectively, and even the magic circle in the left eye… … It was completely different from his past appearance.

However, other physical characteristics clearly showed remnants of the past.

That’s what Isabella says.

“This is your grave.”

Gulp.

Croden swallowed.

It would have been natural to wonder why Isabella, who was supposed to be held captive by Black Hour, was acting freely, but there was no time for that.

My mind was stirred by the voice in my memories.

Where should I start?

There were so many stories that had piled up that it was difficult to choose.

Soon Croden opened his mouth. With his age, he spoke in a mature tone.

“I’m sorry.”

Isabella’s face hardened.

“……what?”

“That was a mistake. I was hasty without realizing it because it seemed like you weren’t going to keep your promise. It’s my fault. No matter what, I shouldn’t have done that to your family who were so kind to me.”

Croden whispered somberly, as if he was sincerely apologizing.

“It’s definitely my fault that things have gone this way between us. I admit it. So let’s start over from the beginning. Just like we did at the Academy.”

“… … .”

“I’ll rebuild the mansion that burned down that day. Just like it was before. No, if you want, I can make it even bigger. And your family… … Well, there’s nothing I can do about their deaths. I’ll build a church of the Luas Church nearby and pray for their souls. They were good people, so they’re probably already in heaven. If I just leave them alone, I don’t think you’ll like it.”

Croden took a cautious step forward and smiled warmly.

“Do you remember? The promise we made to help each other achieve our dreams… … You broke it, but I haven’t forgotten. Even now. I’m more than willing to forgive you for betraying your promise.”

“… … .”

“Your family heirlooms, the [Replicating Eye] and [Proliferating Core], were used by the Master to create the artificial artifact called [Endless All Things], so they cannot be returned, but you still have [Reviving Blood] mixed in your body. You can keep your promise.”

“… … .”

“So let’s forgive each other’s mistakes and study your heirloom together. At our Bohemian Tower. That’s what I really wanted to say.”

He held out his hand.

“Let’s make up.”

“under.”

Isabella laughed bitterly.

This is terrible sophistry.

It’s so disgusting that just hearing it makes me sick.

Forgiveness? Reconciliation?

Isabella doubted whether that was really the human way of thinking. The enemy who had brutally murdered her family was reaching out to her and offering forgiveness.

Kwak.

As she clenched her fists tightly, her nails dug deep into her palms.

“Isabella, your blood… … .”

“name.”

“huh?”

“Tell me what my family members’ names were. Right here in front of me.”

Xenia, Kael, Carver, and Marient.

These are names that Isabella will never forget.

“Well, that’s it.”

Croden scratched the ball.

“I told you. I’m sorry.”

The magic was activated through Hyung-an.

The magical tumor burst, the blood flow in his vessels reversed, and his human body should have exploded, but Croden did not die.

Thud.

All that was missing was one stone from Croden’s bracelet, which had four gems set into it.

“I said something was strange. Are you using that left eye to cast magic from a distance? And you’re refusing promises again, huh?”

Croden blinked.

“No, wait a minute. Isabella, your limiting rank should have been 5th rank. How can your realm not be measured… … .”

“You killed my family right in front of my eyes, made them live in pain for so long, and now you’re saying you’re going to do human experiments on them. Do you think I’d take your hand? Do you think I’m your property?”

“What are you talking about? We’re friends.”

“But what should I do?”

Isabella put her hand on her heart.

What could possibly get on Croden’s nerves?

The answer came to me instinctively.

“I already have a partner.”

The sound echoes low.

Croden’s expression, which had been maintaining a faint smile, froze.

“what?”