Genius Wizard Breaking Limits - Chapter 594



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Episode 594 Truth (2)

Wizards who dreamed of Wesroel were permitted to break through the hierarchy.

It is not just a step-by-step change into the finely classified lower, middle, and upper levels. It is also possible to cast higher-level magic.

‘But that doesn’t explain the presence of number 77.’

As for Verden’s innate talent that Baloch remembers, it was clearly limited to the first rank.

Although I didn’t make any statistics, it is a talent that is rarer than the 7th tier talent and can never function as a magician.

It is the same now.

As a result of experiments and research conducted at the Bohemian Tower, there has never been a single case of successfully casting magic higher than the second tier by forcibly drawing out the will through a call.

Without exception, everyone died from physical trauma.

For reference, high-ranking magicians of the 5th tier or higher, if you hit one level from lower to middle or from middle to upper, most of them will suffer serious injuries and a very small number will die instantly if they hit more than two levels.

In other words, the higher the level, the more difficult it is to manifest hierarchical magic that is beyond your current capabilities. This is probably because the gap is that big.

In that case, a 1st tier worm succeeded in casting 7th tier magic.

Regardless of the presence or absence of death, it is far beyond the realm of possibility.

‘Above all, the breakthrough in hierarchy is only temporary and one-time, and it does not include the overcoming of permanent realms.’

The story of learning 7th-tier magic and awakening as a transcendent being are completely separate stories.

There is no valid hypothesis.

Ugh.

The phenomena that do not work with reason are unpleasant in many ways. This is especially true for Baloch. The feeling of bewilderment does not subside easily.

But his unique insight caught one more element that was irritating to his already chaotic nerves.

‘Even that magic.’

An infinitely pure and all too familiar energy that swirls around Verden’s magical circuit, manifesting the Arcane of the first Dark King.

Baloch forced himself to calm down, his gaze fixed on the subject. He was trying to reduce the scope of his turbulent thoughts.

A cold voice vibrated through the air.

“Answer me. Why do I sense a magical power similar to the power source from you?”

The questions are being solved one by one.

That makes sense.

Verden readily agreed to talk.

“You still turn away from the truth. Do you really think they are similar?”

“What?”

“Let me tell you a story from the old days.”

Verden leisurely listed the contents of his memories.

“That day when I doggedly claimed ownership of the theory of multiple continuities. I became an unofficial test subject due to your decision and died mentally.

“… … .”

“The research and experiments that were conducted under compulsion were something that my weak mentality at the time could never handle. And I also had a vague feeling that I would soon meet a similar end physically.”

How did it come to this? I thought about the root cause over and over again in the midst of pain and helplessness.

The conclusion was simple.

It was simply because they lacked talent and strength as prey.

“The moment I realized that, my mind cleared up. I was also filled with anger. I vowed that I would not die until I had brought all those who had done this to their knees. But as you know, there was no room for strength in my body.”

Verden clenched his fist.

“So, I decided to use my meager talents again.”

“Nonsense… … .”

The limits of talent determined by birth are an inviolable concept. Even if you are the first Demon King of the 9th rank, it is no different.

If that had been possible in the first place, the Arcanad Magic Nation would have long ago surpassed the level of a great power and would have ruled the entire continent.

However, Baloch could not strongly deny it, despite common sense. A being that had reached the realm of transcendence with a worthless body was right before his eyes.

“The innate magical understanding that was the decisive factor in becoming a test subject for the Magic Tower and the vast amount of knowledge I acquired through unofficial experiments. Those became the basis for my choices. Since then, I have been conducting personal research in the walls of the Magic Tower, out of your sight. Until I was ready.”

Verden closed his eyes once and then opened them.

Magic power is rising.

A magic circle of reversal appeared in the right pupil that had been empty until just now. It was an unknown technique that even Baloch could not interpret the source of.

“And finally, I created a magic circle that reconstructed my body and carved it directly into my body. Of course, that alone was not enough. In order to apply a magical phenomenon that had never been realized in history to me, I needed not only a tool, but also the power to match.”

strength.

An ominous number of scenarios flashed through Baloch’s mind, as the previous dialogue had pointed precisely to the identity of that power.

Soon, ripples of cold voices accompanied the sound of the song.

“You, no way… … !”

“As expected.”

Verden revealed the truth.

“I was the one who caused the power source of the Bohemian Tower to go out of control.”

* * *

Baloch’s 5th collection [Second Circuit].

Unopened magic book.

Breath of the elements.

Magic Crystal.

Rune Ring Exceed.

After breaking through Baloch’s security magic circle and turning the Magic Tower’s treasure vault, Berden used the power source to activate the reverse current as planned.

As you can see, the reconstruction of the body was successful, and then it moved to the Eastern Continent using the space movement magic circle it had created in advance.

Without leaving any trace.

“It was my first time using a space shuttle, so there was no guarantee that I would arrive safely. If I had hesitated any longer, you would have caught me.”

Almost got caught?

Baloch recalled the magic circle disappearing into the rubble.

“That day… … That day, you were the one who escaped from the magic tower by teleporting?”

“Yes, it was a close call. I didn’t know that they would sense my faint magical power response at that distance and pursue me. I underestimated the Transcendent’s power because I was ignorant.”

Baloch’s eyes twitched.

“Then what about black hour?”

“It’s a coincidence.”

Verden shrugged.

“I can assure you that the spy planted by Black Hour was not my intention. You also pointed out Black Hour as the evil spirit who caused the power source to go out of control after finding out about the spy’s existence. It was all beyond my calculations. Well, in the end, it was the best thing for me.”

“… … !”

The truth was shocking.

The treasures that were thought to have been completely lost to the high-density magical power emitted by the power source were actually stolen.

There was another real culprit who caused the power plant incident… … .

───I have already told you that I am not the culprit.

───Even though evidence has emerged about the spy you sent, you are still evading the truth?

───If there was a way to destroy the power source of the magic tower by using a spy, I would have destroyed the other magic towers with my own hands long ago. So a spy cannot be the basis.

I recalled the conversation I had with Wesroel at the Cliff of Eternity last time.

It turns out that this outrageous claim is actually true.

‘Then the war of the past three years… … .’

Meaningless power consumption.

Thud.

The veins on Baloch’s temples stood out. As he counted the damage Bohemian Tower had suffered, his anger surged to the very tips of his hair.

Either way, Verden continued.

While he was growing stronger, gaining experience, and raising his status on the Eastern Continent, he met Adrian Chanvers, number 89, in the Midloth Autonomous Territory, and freed him from the mental brainwashing Colzion, taking him as his comrade.

He began to establish a base of power by settling in an ownerless land.

… … !

Baloch, who had been speechless at Adrian’s survival, suddenly furrowed his brows.

An ownerless land in the Eastern Continent.

It was clearly the actions of a certain magician I had heard of through reports. If I were to add some noticeable physical characteristics to that───

“Asher… … ?”

“When you’re working while hiding your identity, using a pseudonym is essential.”

Verden smiled faintly.

“And I told Adrian that Rayshen Taillord was looking for someone in the Central Continent, so I came up with a plan to lure him in. Dragon’s Bone. I thought this would be enough to get your attention, and it worked.”

Ask Archbishop Joseph to create a fake upper class Licentia to sell dragon materials on his behalf and spread rumors.

That I would go to Gargant and place the keel on Ignacia’s scales as an item.

Hearing this, the owners of the magic tower could not just sit back and watch.

Of course, so did Baloch.

I sent Robelin and her party to Rayshen, who was looking for Isabella, and ordered them to secure the dragon’s bones by any means necessary.

“Thanks to that, I was able to deal with Rayshen and save Isabella in the process. After separating the call, I transplanted it into the demon to maintain life responses, and sent the remaining dragon’s whereabouts to Robelin, completely eliminating any grounds for suspicion.”

“Does that mean that the outside world is also part of the same group?”

“No, Igxania doesn’t know about that kind of inside story. She just did me a favor because she thought it was fun. Also, my knowledge of the magic power of the first Dark King has nothing to do with the Dark Nation of Arcanad.”

anyway.

The story of the past continues.

Collaboration with Society.

The full-scale construction of power after transcendence.

The decision to use the pretext that Black Hour had in order to destroy the Bohemian Tower without becoming an enemy of the world.

Mastery of the Black Hour.

A raid on the Bohemian Tower.

Infiltrate Baloch’s personal laboratory.

All-out war.

It was through Robelin’s [Final Flame] that we were able to confront Baloch.

“… … .”

Baloch didn’t show it, but he was shivering from the unfamiliar chills.

Because it was the first time in my life that someone had planned so meticulously, approached me, and pointed a knife at me just to kill me.

He asks.

“How did Westeroel die?”

“He died in battle, having completed his ideals with his heart pierced. He proved his greatness to the wizards of the world, and made it so that I would never forget the existence of Dahit Wesroel.”

Baloch knows very well about Dahit’s character and unique ideology, as they were enemies who hated each other and tried to kill each other.

“… … You received the memories. That’s why you were able to imitate Wesroel. But the magic of the ruins… … .”

“It is my magic to make him real.”

A magic sword that reproduces the magic of others.

It is an enlightenment that is not in Baloch’s knowledge.

Then Verden said,

“That’s all for the story. Now it’s time to give the gift.”

gift?

Whoa whoa whoa.

Verden took out the sealed artifact [Archeo] and activated it. The light of magical power illuminated the ground, and the being trapped in the cube was released.

The third disciple of the Bohemian Tower, Luked Maniacs.

“Uh… … Uh, uh?”

Luke, who had been lying on the floor, hurriedly got up. He looked around with a blank expression and then hurriedly got away.

“Be, Verden… … !”

The sight of the man stained with fear was so hideous that it was hard to believe he was the disciple of the omnipotent transcendent being.

To begin with, he wasn’t even an internal member, so he wasn’t treated as a true disciple, but at least on the surface, he was a formal disciple.

“I said that your ending would be decided by Baloch Besias himself.”

“… … ?”

“Get out.”

As Verden nodded, Lukerd turned his head in that direction.

“Master… … !!!”

Her pale complexion brightened. She felt relieved that she was alive.

Rookerd stood up hesitantly and slowly walked towards Balok while keeping an eye on Verden, then soon began to run as fast as he could.

“Kekekeke.”

At that moment, Baloch shrugged his shoulders.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

The noise echoed.

I felt goosebumps for some reason.

The moment Lukerd hesitated, his expression hardening without him knowing, Baloch rotated his palm 30 degrees. A magic spell built in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the magic circle passed through his third disciple.

Phew.

Luke was immediately crushed.

Without a body.

Only blood flowed out and soaked the wasteland.

“I guess you didn’t like the gift. And you’re still a teacher?”

“I never considered Luked Maniacs a disciple. I only gave him a position to raise the reputation of Bohemirn’s Tower by presenting him as the author of the theory of multiple continuities that you created. If he had been useful, that would be different, but he has not proven his worth even when given the chance. There is no reason to keep him alive.”

I don’t feel any emotions.

Unlike just before, when I was shocked by the many variables that went beyond my expectations, I am much more calm now.

“Number 77, no, Verden. I never would have guessed that a low-level swindler like you would dare to threaten me, let alone insult me. And yet, you even became a Transcendent being for revenge? How strangely naive.”

“Revenge is not the ultimate ideal I seek to achieve. It is simply one of the important processes I must go through.”

Verden raised his head.

The dawn of a day past.

The moonlight that poured through the gray-white layer of clouds that had scattered in the aftermath of the magic battle and then gathered again was reflected on the wall.

“If the Magic Festival was a three-year cycle, it would be in full swing by now. Just like when the power source went out of control.”

“Don’t worry. You won’t experience the Magic Festival again. Of course, you won’t die. Your magical understanding, transcendence, and power are clearly of a higher value than Wesroel.”

Baloch focused his vast magical power into [Endless Mansions]. Large and small magic circles appeared and rotated around him.

“I will rule again, Verden. For my Bohemian tower.”

“There’s no need to be attached to the rooftop.”

Verden grabbed each end of [The Chaos of Manifestation] and pulled it down to his wrist.

So, I put on the Dark Moon Gloves tightly and summoned [Interis] from the subspace.

“Baloch Besias.”

Seven years of living as a test subject.

It’s been three years since I left the tower.

A total of 10 years.

The bad relationship was long.

“You die by my hands today.”

The omnipotent transcendent being.

The owner of the Bohemian Tower.

Transcendent of Destruction.

The three leaders of Black Hour.

Only one winner will write history.

* * *

The battlefield of Seolsan Mountain.

Swords, spears, and magic run wild in a landscape where a sudden bad weather has brought about a blizzard.

My breathing is rapid.

The tile’s magic power was also consumed quite a bit.

There is no telling when the battle will end.

But what is certain is that no one is considering defeat.

“Phew, phew… … Thank goodness.”

Osgar bared his teeth, his face engraved with a deep wound that could have split his skull open if he had not been careful.

“It looks like the power distribution isn’t wrong.”

Thud, thud.

Blood is flowing from Sandhir Payen’s right forearm.

It’s a mark from Adrian’s lightsaber.