Genius Wizard Takes Medicine - Chapter 602



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Genius Magician Who Takes Medicine Chapter 602

Pieces and Parts (4)

He seems to be from a machine city, but does he know how ironic it is to be scammed by a special agency in a megalopolis?

However, the man seemed to have completely reversed Lennok’s pitiful gaze, and pushed the hand cannon forward with a faint sneer.

“Kill the rich mage, divide the property and body, and start a new life as a resident of the machine city Makina.”

Weeing!!

The man lifting the gun barrel inside the mechanical arm flicked his hand, and the ammunition was loaded with a heavy friction sound.

“Don’t you think it’s a neat finish to shake off a bad business?”

“You are not wrong.”

Lennok nodded.

“Knowing when to shake your hands and step back is a very important virtue. But it’s hard to know until you experience it yourself.”

[Master ignored my portfolio and bought Thorburn Mage Tower shares, and then got bitten and found out.]

Dabi’s words that give a pinjan in the arms are ignored.

On the contrary, the expression of the organ dealer who was listening to Lennok’s answer was distorted as if he was shocked.

“… … I’m not afraid. Or do you think you will be safe even after coming this far?”

chin!!

The man who casually grabbed Lennok’s shoulder and slapped him asked.

“I’m going to cut off the limbs, take out the mana, take out the intestines, embalm them, and sell them at a price. I was wondering if you could go all the way there and keep your mouth open.”

“On the other hand, I also have a question.”

Lennok asked with an expressionless face.

“If you want to sell my organs, you can do it right away, so why are you making such a blatant threat?”

“… … .”

“It’s like the fact that the corpses with their organs removed are embedded between the bedrock as if to show off, and it’s just a performance you don’t need to do if you’re an ordinary organ trader.”

“you… … .”

“If there is anything you want, just tell me.”

Lennok nodded as he leaned against the lorry door.

“Even if you don’t, there are so many things I want to hear from you guys about life in the Machine City.”

At that, the members of the trafficking squad standing behind the man quickly exchanged glances.

Because Lennok’s attitude made them conversely wonder if they had missed something.

At first glance, the reason why the trafficking gang chose Lennok as their prey to shake off their hands is reasonable.

It is clear that he is a powerless wizard who is difficult to take care of himself properly if he has to escape to the machine city in an old truck like this.

It is also obvious that the situation has become so difficult that it is difficult to stay in the Balkans any longer.

Even if the wizard himself does not have anything, the wizard’s body will be sold at a price that is dozens of times higher than that of an ordinary human.

However, as Lennok said, the reason why the traffickers pressed him unnecessarily before killing him was elsewhere.

“good. It seems that the wall is too big to answer, so let’s talk about the main topic.”

The man nodded.

“Alumni who studied like the teacher who taught you magic. Talk about all your acquaintances and their weaknesses. Then I’ll let you go without pain.”

Then Lennok laughed, realizing why the traffickers were intimidating him in this way.

“After you kill me, will you go back to the Balkans and sell out my acquaintances?”

“You better choose well. We are people who have learned the structure of the human body through practice. You know very well where to touch it to cause pain to the brink of death.”

“… … .”

“When you open a boat and touch the inside, all the memories you know will come out regardless of whether it is rational or moral. Wouldn’t that be a bad thing for you, honestly?”

The man’s voice softened.

“Isn’t it because the magicians who lived in the Balkans sneaked into Makina because they completely disliked your alumni?”

“… … .”

“This is your chance to get revenge. After all, we might be able to settle your grudge for you.”

The man rummaged through his pocket with his other hand and held out a syringe filled with green liquid from within.

“If you inject the right amount, you can die as if you were asleep. You just have to answer all the questions we ask. Then, very gently, I will inject this into your carotid artery.”

“I want to check it out.”

At the words of Lennok who reached out, the man immediately took a step back and shook his head.

“No, no. This is a gift only for a good friend who answered all our questions. Don’t you know what that means?”

“I don’t know.”

In Lennok’s hand, who responded like that, the syringe that had just been held in the man’s hand was still intact.

“I don’t even want to know.”

“… … !!”

While the man paused, shocked at the fact that the syringe had been snatched from his hand, Lennok lightly squeezed the contents on top of his glove and sniffed it.

“The juice squeezed out of the leaves of the blue jewel, the bone marrow of the Sammer water buffalo, and the deadly poison of the Kurdain mushroom… … The other three ingredients seem to be mixed together, but the smell is faint, so I’m not sure.”

A smell quite familiar to Lennok, who mixes various potions and elixirs using alchemy.

Although it is difficult to recognize the smell properly because the sense itself is not sensitive, there is no forgetting the scent or characteristics once remembered.

If Lennok had a normal sense of smell, he wouldn’t have had a problem figuring out all the ingredients, but this amount of information was enough.

“All of them are objects used for confession and torture, and they are a combination of materials that are not strong in killing the user. Are you going to kill me with this?”

“you… … .”

Lennok sneered at the man who was backing away.

“Regardless of whether I open my mouth or not, I must have thought of scraping my memory down to the floor and having my organs pulled out alive.”

“Hayden, that’s enough. Just torture and kill.”

At that moment, one of the traders who had been watching quietly stepped forward.

“Garmin, wait!! This is the last product. Unless you eat and kill as much as you can… … !!”

“How long are we going to leave this little bastard alone?”

Clap!!

A man called Gamin immediately rolled up his mechanical arm, grabbed Lennok by the collar, and lifted him up with a flash.

Garmin grinned as he snatched the syringe from Lennok’s hand without hesitation.

“It was useless from the beginning. There’s no reason to procrastinate on something that could be solved with a pill. Hold your neck.”

“I will.”

[The prosthetic hand system has been hacked.]

At that moment, Garmin’s mechanical arm moved arbitrarily and inserted the syringe it was holding into my throat.

hook!!

“… … uh?”

Garmin’s face was staring blankly at Lennok, dumbfounded, unable to understand what he had just done.

As the collar naturally loosened, Lennok came down from the end of Garmin’s arm and asked while trimming his collar.

“How long will it take for the effect to fully work?”

“… … 10 minutes? Heo-eok… … !!”

While Garmin, who unconsciously answered Lennok’s words, covered his mouth with a trembling hand, Lennok nodded.

“That should be enough to clear the others out.”

“This son of a bitch… … What did you do to Garmin’s arm!!”

Hayden strode forward with a fiercely distorted face and swung the mechanical arm, but as soon as Lennok raised his hand, he stopped on the spot.

Clap!!

“Profit, ripe… … !! Aaaaaa!!”

I twisted my whole body and tried to move my arm somehow, but the mechanical arm did not budge as if time had stopped on the spot.

Instead, the arm follows Lennok’s fingers and rotates slowly to bring its fist to my chin.

Hayden trembled when he realized belatedly that the magician in front of him was manipulating the mechanical arm.

“No no… … !!”

“Looking at it earlier, it seems like you’re loading ammunition separately in your arm.”

Clap!!

Lennok nodded as he heard the heavy friction coming from the inside of Hayden’s arm.

“Once the bullet is loaded, it must be fired.”

At the same time as the ammunition loaded inside the mechanical arm exploded, the mechanical arm’s fist protruded like a rocket and hit Hayden’s chin.

Awesome!!

Horrible bursts of bones, joints and muscles being crushed and twisted.

Hayden’s pupils, which had lost consciousness due to that single attack, were turned upside down, and he lost consciousness as it was.

But even so, Hayden’s own prosthetic hand does not stop, and with exactly the same power, it explodes until the ammunition runs out, beating his own head as if he were hurting himself.

Puck, Puck, Puck!!

“Save me, keek, khaaaaaaa!!”

I was forcibly woken up by the shock of hitting my head again, passed out again, and then woke up again by the shock.

Finally, the sound of the skull collapsing, unable to overcome the impact.

oops!!

The bones caved in, and the contents that were protecting the inside spilled out and poured over the passed out Hayden’s neck.

“Knock, turn off… … .”

Hayden’s tongue twitching, with his jaw completely shattered and his nasal bone spewing out incomprehensible groans.

Even the other organ traders couldn’t say anything and just opened their eyes wide at that miserable appearance.

Lennok, who passed Hayden who had been turned upside down without being strange even if he died immediately, looked back at the traffickers and nodded.

“All cyborgs. Or is it the wearer of an autonomously operated prosthetic arm equivalent to that?”

Wheein!!

At the same time as he said that, the mechanical arms, or legs, and chests of the traffickers began to move forcibly, shining with a blue magical light.

The members stare at the limbs aiming at themselves helplessly, deprived of the right to operate the equipment that should be provided for the body and life activities.

“Hee hee hee… … !!”

“Fuck, detach, detach!!”

Lennok laughed as he watched the members desperately trying to get rid of their mechanical equipment.

“In my experience, the more the guys who do the dirty work, the more sincere they are in taking care of their equipment and life. It made my job easier.”

If the prosthetic arms or mechanical equipment worn by the members were rather cheap or illegally remodeled, the right to operate the prosthetic arm would not have been taken away so easily.

However, the prosthetic arms worn by the long-term traders are good enough to have a designation command or automatic control system built-in, and only those equipped with the latest AI control system.

Rather, that’s why Lennok was able to easily take away the power to operate the prosthetic arm simply by hacking the network using Darby’s power.

“If you’re a guy who used to transport people and sell organs between megacities and machine cities, you’ll undoubtedly know about the life and current situation of Makina.”

“Ugh… … .”

Lennok said as he looked back at Garmin, who injected himself with the self-confessor and began to drool with a dazed look on his face.

“There are so many things I want to ask in order to successfully infiltrate Machina.”

As long as they listened to the organ trader’s absurd threats and nonsense, shouldn’t they skip all the information they know about Machine City?

At the same time as Lennok snapped his fingers, mechanical prosthetic hands began to beat their masters from all sides.

“Billion, billion!!”

“X-shot, x-shot… … !!”

Horrible sounds and screams of flesh and muscle bursting and gnawing echoed incessantly.

“Let’s start with something small.”

* * *

Machine City Machina.

A workshop area well-known as a place where artisans live together.

Strange rumors began to circulate in the streets filled with the acrid smell of burnt smoke, the sound of hitting iron and the sound of hammers all day long.

“Did you hear the story about the road these days? I heard that there is a new blacksmith who illegally remodels personal firearms.”

“He’s better at remodeling than manufacturing. He is more of an engineer.”

“What does that matter? As long as you take good care of my gear, I don’t mind.”

Without external publicity or personal connections, the story spreads quickly through word of mouth, and you can hear back stories.

“People who have been there are very satisfied.”

“They say they get paid for information, not money. It would be nice to know.”

“Information? What information?”

“that… … I’d rather just say it here. Go and listen and you will find out.”

The appearance of passers-by whispering and talking in various places in the workshop where smoke rises.

The middle-aged man, passing by among such passers-by, returned to his studio casually, closed the door, and turned his head.

There was an unconcealable tension and slight excitement on the face of the man with the full beard.

“Ban, more and more people are looking for you. It really went according to plan.”

“I’m glad.”

Clack, clap!!

Lennok, who was concentrating on welding while wearing a mask on the workbench without looking back at the man, answered.

“It seems that the residents of Machine City are more diligent than I thought. I figured I would have to work for a month or so for word to start spreading.”

“Because there are very few people in this city whose bodies have not been replaced by machines.”

The man sighed and shook his head.

“Once rumors start to spread, more and more people will come. Are you really going to be okay like this?”

“It’s okay, Mouser.”

After taking off his mask and sighing lightly, Lennok finally turned his head.

Despite having already taken off the mask once, all kinds of mechanical parts were etched on the side of Lennok’s face like a tattoo, and they were quietly spinning.

“The bigger the word gets, the better equipped people will start coming to do repairs.”

Lennok, who obtained information about life in the machine city by reverse interrogating the organ trader, did not delay long.

Immediately use the ticket to pass through the machine city gate and infiltrate the outskirts of the city where the poor live.

Right after that, he succeeded in easily entering the workshop area through an acquaintance who existed in the machine city.

Mouser, the craftsman of the machine city delegation, whom Evelyn and I met on the way to the Blaver Mage Tower.

Lennok once cleared a debt while rescuing Mouser from the pandemonium that broke into the Blaver Tower.

Lennok, who visited him without forgetting the relationship, disguised himself as a workshop craftsman and had been attempting to maintain mechanical equipment for several days.

“Apart from its closedness, Machine City is undeniably a high-tech civilization standing at the forefront in the field of mechanical engineering and sorcery engineering.”

Lennok said as he ran his hands through the mechanical parts he had hammered into his skin.

In fact, it was an iron mask made by applying artificial gel on the skin and assembling parts on it to look like it was working, but it looked good.

“As much as I have come to Makina, I must not miss the opportunity to touch, maintain, and inspect the equipment used on site.”

It is difficult for outsiders to blend into this city as the boundaries between districts are stronger than in Balkan, and there are restrictions on travel distance according to ticket levels.

At least, the most welcome thing in this city is the existence of craftsmen and engineers with excellent skills.

That’s why Lennok chose the most suitable job to adapt to this city in order to track down the traces of Kaise and the failure of the Gate of Ascension.

“I don’t understand why a mage like you would suddenly want to be an engineer… … .”

Mouser let out a sigh and nodded with a look of abandon.

“In any case, I will provide as much convenience as I can, so be careful not to get caught if possible.”

“It is enough that you provided us with a space to use as a workshop.”

Although the debt that had saved Mouser’s life had secured a place in the workshop, I had no intention of relying on him any more than this.

Mouser is a popular craftsman enough to be dispatched as a delegation representing Makina to the Blaber Magic Tower.

There’s nothing more foolish than throwing away these connections just to get a few more money from him.

But Mouser muttered anxiously, as if worried about Lennok’s confirmation.

“I’ve said it many times, but impersonating a craftsman in this city is very strictly prohibited. I don’t mind, but considering your original status…”

I opened the window at the back of the workbench in the workshop, and as the rain stopped, I frowned at the sunlight peeking in.

Lennok laughed as he watched the people walking one by one from the far distance toward him.

“Wouldn’t that be a problem if I had better tact than the real artisans?”