Genius Wizard Breaking Limits - Chapter 590



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Episode 590 Croden Olentia (1)

Croden thought.

How would you define your relationship with Isabella?

The only benefactor who helped me overcome the bullying I endured during my academy days, a classmate with whom I could fiercely exchange advanced magical knowledge, a friend who promised to help each other achieve their dreams…

therefore.

companion.

Yes, a companion.

Even if we let go of each other’s hands, we are still connected by an invisible thread. How is this any different from a group of people walking along the same path, keeping pace?

Friendship is thin and shallow.

Love is cramped and shabby.

Compared to this, feelings as a companion are infinitely pure and noble.

Croden laughed cheerfully, his fist close to his mouth. His statue-like expression, which had been frozen as if it had never happened, had already loosened.

“Ahaha, I was wondering what you were talking about all of a sudden. You’re my master? I don’t know what happened in the meantime, but it seems like we have a good relationship. If you get a chance later, will you introduce me to him?”

I want to see someone’s face.

That’s all.

This is because it is sincere at the moment. If it continues like this, he will use you when necessary, kill you, and rationalize that he did nothing wrong.

Just like when he took the heirloom of the Deiros family in order to secure his position in the Bohemian Tower, he blamed Isabella for not keeping her promise after killing her family.

Knowing that, Isabella spoke with pure malice.

“There’s no need to introduce him further. You already know him well.”

“Me? Who is that?”

“Berden.”

… … !

Croden flinched.

The pupils dilated.

The reaction is more intense than before.

Just as he was about to shake his head, saying that it couldn’t be true, Isabella raised the corners of her lips and whispered an uncomfortable truth to him.

“Judging by your reaction, I guess you haven’t forgotten who I’m talking about. Well, it’s only been three years since my family. That’s the Verden you know. Verden, the unofficial test subject of the Bohemian Tower, known as number 77.”

“what…….”

Verden died when he was caught in a power outage. He was exposed to an overwhelming density of magical power and his body was never found.

But now you say Verden?

“It’s not nice to deceive your friends, Isabella.”

Croden spoke casually, but his voice was stiff. He realized that something was strange.

Isabella and Verden.

No matter how much I thought about it, there was no point of contact between the two. There could not have been.

If that was the case, then it would have been normal for Croden to have recognized it long ago.

The front and back are not in harmony.

“Who told you that name?”

“Of course it’s me.”

“I told you not to lie.”

“lie?”

Isabella sneered.

“Then go and see for yourself.”

As she pulled out the memory golem and activated it, a magical light scanned the walls.

The recorded video is played.

Croden’s eyes widened at the sight of an unheard-of magic item, but his surprise only lasted for a moment.

At some point, my gaze was fixed on the main character of the video, who was using various magic skills as if sparring with some kind of inspector.

Croden absentmindedly pursed his lips.

“… … Verden?”

Ash hair.

Wall.

Magical attire.

There were many striking differences from when he had been on the Bohemian Tower, but his face was unrecognizable.

That makes sense, since he’s been a human experiment subject several times.

‘Is it really true that Verden is alive and not dead? No, that’s not possible.’

Yes, that’s right.

That can’t be true.

Even a 5th-tier wizard would disintegrate under the power of the power source, so how could someone like Verden endure it?

Should we just dismiss it as a mere illusion? … But that doesn’t solve the question of whether Isabella actually knows the information.

At that moment, Isabella took a step forward.

“As you know, Verden’s magical understanding was far superior to that of others, even though his limiting rank was only 1st. That’s why he was reduced from a researcher to an unofficial test subject after being engraved with a call sign by the Bohemirn Tower.”

“Isabella, how on earth do you know Verden? Can you tell me more?”

“Not only did you torment Verden’s spirit the most, but you were the one who completely shattered it, Croden Olentia, you.”

Her footsteps draw near, ignoring Croden’s questions.

“They say that they forced Verden to use his reason to the point where it was not much different from torture, even using various stimulants. Even if you considered him a consumable, it was clearly excessive… … And as a result, your reputation as Kroden rose along with the status of the Bohemian Tower. To put it simply, you could say that you packaged Verden’s abilities as if they were your own?”

Croden opened his eyes wide.

“Who said that!!!”

The magic power surged and a scream echoed through the space. Croden, who had suddenly convulsed, gasped for breath.

What broke the peace of the next Bohemian sect?

Isabella, who had succeeded in pinpointing the exact spot, continued speaking while retrieving the memory golem.

“From the perspective of the Magic Tower, Verden had very high magical value. It would have been natural to use it for a moderately long period of time, but you insisted on working Verden too hard. Why did you do that? When I thought about it, the answer came to me quickly.”

Croden, a commoner who managed to enter the academy at a late age through additional admissions, was unable to measure up to the marginal hierarchy due to innate factors.

He was once nicknamed the Academy’s dropout, a man of great theories but poor enough to be unable to even implement basic magic.

Croden, who had always been shy, became the target of ridicule, violence and criticism.

but.

After it was revealed that he was a 7th-tier talent and his magical abilities began to find their place, his attitude changed 180 degrees.

He began to look down on those who were inferior to him by nature, and did not hesitate to use violence against those who got on his nerves.

So violently that it could have led to murder if Isabella hadn’t stopped him.

When he has no strength, he hunches over, but when he gains strength, he fully reveals his arrogant, self-righteous, and aggressive side.

This must be Croden’s true nature.

But a weakling with physical talents that could be described as inferior, overwhelmed Croden in terms of intellectual ability… … .

As the first disciple of the omnipotent one, Croden Olentiy, who boasts of his superiority and firmly believes that he will awaken to transcendence on his own, could not just sit back and watch.

To summarize these feelings in one word:

“It’s an inferiority complex.”

“Isabella.”

Croden wiggled his fingers holding the staff.

“I’m warning you because you’re my companion, so stop talking nonsense. Saying that I felt inferior to Verden is not funny. The reason I forced him to do it was because it was efficient. Nothing more, nothing less. Why would I feel inferior to a first-tier wizard like that? And my intelligence is far superior to Verden’s.”

“If you were so great, there would be no reason for you to use Verden like that. Are you starting to lose understanding of what you’re saying?”

A contradictory self-rationalization in which one persuades oneself and acts with bizarre logic even though one is aware of what one cannot admit and what is wrong.

This was a characteristic of Croden that both Verden and Isabella sympathized with.

“And Verden is the first-tier? When were you talking about that? And I asked you earlier. How do you know Verden?”

Isabella stopped, ten paces away from Croden.

“I wanted to die because of the call you engraved, and at the moment when I was about to die, Verden saved me. In the process, not only did he raise my magical level, but he also gave me a reason to live. But what? Croden, you’re my companion? Stop talking nonsense.”

The golden eye flickered.

“My companion is Verden.”

The numerous ice crystals that had formed in his hand flew away and scattered. The huge ice clusters that had formed by sticking together grew rapidly.

Croden did not dodge, but formed a protective shield by weaving together and .

Kwajajajajajajajak!

The sound of glass shattering as magic clashed against one another stung my eardrums. My vision was clouded by shards of ice, fire, and steam.

Isabella threw herself into the chaos without hesitation. Her senses, enhanced by [Rune Ring – Exceed], shone through.

Bam!

His knee hit his chest.

Atypical brute force.

Croden fell down and rolled on the floor before colliding with the wall.

‘I felt it touch my bones, but it didn’t seem to go through.’

A normal wizard would have been able to get himself to his feet even if he were to be split in two, but Croden was able to get up easily.

The jewel fell from his bracelet once again, just as it had been hit by the caused by the magical tumor planted in his brother’s eye.

‘A bracelet that completely counteracts not only magic but also physical shocks, which is not in the information. Judging from its performance, it is likely an artifact.’

So, if I drop the remaining two jewels, can I kill it?

If we only follow the intuitive interpretation, it seems that Croden was easily attacked.

“… … How could that be possible?”

Croden glared at Isabella, chewing the inside of his cheek.

“I apologized, so what’s the problem? Just make up with each other and go back to how things were before. Are you still doing this because of your family? Just because you can’t remember one name? What do you want me to do when you’re already dead!”

The longing and joy towards Isabella were stained red. The emotions that had grown like a snowball poured out in rage.

“And was it only my fault? You ask. Answer me, Isabella. Was it only my fault? If you’re going to judge right and wrong, it’s not me, it’s entirely your fault. If you had trusted me from the beginning and gone to the Bohemian Tower with Bo, no one would have died. It was you who drank the [Revival Blood] for no reason and turned into a monster, running away from me, and who brought suffering upon yourself all those years. Isabella Deiros, it was you who brought it upon yourself.”

Everyone has a different perspective.

Even when looking at one object, the direction in which we look at it, what emotions we feel from it, and what we interpret from it are all different for each person.

It’s a matter of individual differences.

Croden’s faults are minimal, at least he thinks so.

“Now be honest, Isabella. You killed your family. Not me. And yet I was the first to apologize and try to mend our relationship. And what did you do? Nothing. Nothing. In fact, you made it much worse. You’re saying that Verden, who is worse than that bug, is your partner?”

Anger turned to murder.

“I don’t know how a guy with a limited time left the tower alive, but, well, okay. I’ll make sure of it this time. If I kill Verden in front of you, you’ll know. I’m the only companion.”

To outsiders of the Bohemian Tower, Croden’s true identity is uglier than that of the Rayshen Taillord.

It would be the same as comparing it to the internal personnel of any Bohemian tower.

The daggers that Croden swung struck Isabella’s inner self.

If she had just become an adult, she would have been so angry that she would have burst into tears, but… … too much time had passed for that to happen.

“Croden Olentia, I’ve been thinking and thinking about how to kill you. Even just now. Now, I’ve decided.”

Isabella laughed and pulled out all the knives.

“I’ll tear that mouth apart.”

The magical power overflowing from the activated magical circuit became tangible and rippled. The [Elderon] jewel decorating the left hand flickered.

Croden tilted his staff against him.

“I won’t kill you. Absolutely not. I don’t want to hurt you either… … but you’ve betrayed me again, and you’re so good at regenerating wounds.”

Magic

A second Croden appeared behind Croden. Then a third, a fourth, and a fifth Croden appeared.

A total of five staffs aimed at Isabella from each direction.

The Crodens say:

“It might hurt, though.”

“just a little.”

“Hold on.”

“Right now.”

“I will subdue you.”

The magic was created.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

The explosion that struck the center of the space filled it with light.

* * *

Croden Olentia’s magic sword manifests a magical clone that shares a personality.

The number of clones varies depending on the caster’s calculation skills and level.

And each clone’s elemental attribute is limited to one, and the clone can only be maintained within a 100m radius, but its rank is the same as the main body.

Of course, magic items and artifacts that enhance magical abilities only have an appearance and do not have any performance.

However, this weakness has been partially overcome.

The lightning and fireballs cast in succession by the five Crodens strike the area including Isabella without delay.

All of them are levels where the firepower and range of the firepower are enhanced compared to pure hierarchical magic.

Artifact [Habras’ Folly].

This staff, which enhances the overall power of elemental magic, can be duplicated into multiple copies for a certain period of time, and each copy has the same performance as the original.

Even to the point where they can connect with each other.

“I know you’ve reached a similar level as me.”

“But no matter what, you can’t even achieve the form of a magic battle by yourself.”

“If only I had reached the pinnacle of magic like Angelo.”

If we simply calculate the numbers, Croden is equivalent to the combined power of at least five high-ranking elemental wizards of the sixth tier.

The main body can use all magical abilities, and considering the artifact’s armament and individual abilities, it is definitely more than that.

A group, Croden Olentia.

It’s not for nothing that the magic world praises him as a one-man army.

There is no small amount of anticipation and fear about what kind of monster one will become when one becomes a transcendent being.

‘Is this finally the moment?’

Isabella is being unilaterally overwhelmed despite her best efforts. It will probably only take a few minutes to completely subdue her.

I was very elated at the thought of fulfilling my promise as your companion.

At that moment.

“───I will take control of even the foundation.”

Isabella regenerated the wounds on her entire body and shouted the starting word. The physically constructed magical power was split into small pieces and spread out.

Croden smiled.

“It seems like a pretty great artifact, but nothing you do will change it, Isabella. Why don’t you just surrender? I’ll give you some convenience.”

No matter what possibilities we consider, there is no element that could turn the tide.

Croden’s Bracelet───Artifact [Quarto] offsets ‘direct’ impacts directed at the ‘main body’.

Each time, it consumes one jewel, and only after all four jewels have fallen does it finally show its true value as an artifact.

It’s hard to even get a single spark with only two gems left.

… … That was when.

Phew.

The magical tumors in the clone exploded and tore through its interior. Whether the clone died or not had no effect on Croden.

That’s normal, then.

“… … ?”

Croden slowly lowered his gaze at the strange feeling in his abdomen. A sharp pain, like being stabbed by a knife, gradually rose.

Not only the main body, but all the other clones stopped moving.

“Ugh… … What, what is this?”

“It’s a joke that one organ is damaged.”

Isabella put her weight on her heels.

“It’s just the beginning.”

Visualize the essence with your eyes and control things with [Elderon].

A unique magical principle that allows one to capture and forcibly draw out the source of magic that exists between Croden and his clones, thus interfering with it.

Under Isabella’s control, Croden shares not only his personality with his clones, but also some of their senses, pain, and injuries.

This is also an influence classified as ‘indirect’ on Croden’s body.

───Oh my god!

I froze the clone’s legs, rendering it unable to move, and kicked its face. Its head split open as if exploding, scattering the clone.

And some of the shock is transmitted.

Throw.

Croden’s forehead was torn.

Hot blood instantly soaked my vision.