Genius Wizard Takes Medicine - Chapter 610



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Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Chapter 610

Selection Ceremony (2)

A huge stadium where the meister selection ceremony is held.

Unlike the empty audience seats, the VIP seats located on the top floor of the stadium are brightly lit.

Dozens of screens relaying the current situation are simultaneously floating in various places in the VIP room where the warmth lingers.

More than dozens of people watch the artisans work in different ways.

Among them, there were normal human figures, but there were also quite a few cyborgs with modified bodies and robots that were not human at all.

“Is that the artisan recommended by the bailiff at this selection ceremony?”

Isabella bowed her head at the sound of a hard voice coming from next to her.

“Yes, Commissioner Brahms.”

“hmm… … .”

A mature man with a solid expression stroking his beard with a disapproving look.

The wide shoulders that cannot be hidden even through a suit and the muscles peeking through the sleeves of a shirt suggest the size and level of training.

The side of the man’s face has been completely replaced with a machine, giving off an inorganic metallic glow.

Brahms, who looked over the screen at the figure of Lennok who was standing on the workbench and wiggling his hands, opened his mouth again.

“Disappointing.”

“… … .”

“See how you can’t lift even a single lump of iron. You look weak. I’d rather be stubborn and stupid. To stand in front of the flames all day, you have to be strong above all else, right?”

“We tried to be fair so that we could meet the standards as much as possible.”

Isabella answered without batting an eye.

“There will be no consequences that go against the rules of the Ex Machina.”

“Aren’t you trying to side with the machine head now?”

Brahms asked, not hiding his sarcastic tone.

Mechanical brains of scholars. Iron hearts of warriors. Craftsman’s Warhammer.

It is an undeniable fact that of the three factions that separate the Ex Machinas that lead the Machine City, Isabella, the Executioner, is the closest to the Iron Heart.

Similarly, Commissioner Brahms, a member of Steel Heart, was subtly sarcastic at Isabella, who was trying to keep the middle way despite her background.

“I didn’t prepare just one author. The artisans selected to produce the minimum results at the selection ceremony have already… … .”

“I know that you handpicked the author a few days before the selection ceremony.”

Isabella kept her mouth shut.

Brahms glanced at her like that and slowly stroked her chin.

“If the author causes trouble, you will be responsible for it too.”

“… … understand.”

Isabella maintained a calm attitude even as she watched Ujat, who was standing next to her, clenched her fists.

He understands that if he hastily reacts emotionally, he will only feed the members of the Iron Heart.

After the failure of the Ascension Gate, the Ex Machina split into three factions.

In the direction divided into head, heart, and hammer, the executive officers were also slowly being swept away without winning the flow.

In the process, it is still undecided which side will ‘maintain’ this huge machine city in the right direction.

Nonetheless, there is no one who does not know that it is the right thing to do in this city by attracting at least one more skilled artisan and meister.

There was a reason why the meister selection ceremony, which was only an honorary position a long time ago, had become so grandiose.

“Hmm… … .”

But even while Brahms threatened the bailiff, the other meisters who filled the VIP seats didn’t even care.

Rather, the Meisters gathered forward one by one, as if pushing Brahms in front of the screen.

“Ugh… … !! uh, what’s going on?”

“Commissioner Brahms, move aside for a second. Can’t you see the screen well?”

“He stands out very well among the other artisans.”

Realizing that some of the meisters who participated as judges for this selection ceremony were keeping an eye on Lennok, Brahms asked with a slightly puzzled expression.

“You mean you like that craftsman’s workmanship?”

However, the Meisters responded to Brahms’ question with a calm expression.

“Look at that. As long as the eyes are properly attached.”

“It hasn’t been long since the selection ceremony started, but you keep talking to other artisans.”

As he said, Lennok, who could be seen through the screen, was constantly talking to other artisans near the workbench.

Every time Lennok said something, the faces of the artisans facing him were all stained with amazement, which soon changed to trembling recognition.

Then, as if Lennok’s hand gestures, he turns into a worker who moves in perfect order.

Commissioner Brahms also shut his mouth with an indescribable expression at the sight of Lennok treating more than four artisans like his own workers in an instant.

“Isn’t it fun? To the extent that I could easily obtain the cooperation of artisans in this short amount of time.”

“Commissioner Brahms knows very well how proud artisans who are skilled enough to participate in the selection ceremony are so proud and obsessed with their results.”

A few Meisters stroked his chin in an interesting way.

“In the first place, due to the lack of deadlines, people who do not cooperate well without any restrictions due to their strong pride are voluntarily stepping up to help a young man like that. Aren’t you curious about his skill?”

“Um… … .”

The reason why there are no other rules other than the submission of the results on time at the Meister selection ceremony is not because craftsmen are encouraged to collaborate or help each other.

Even if you barely manage to take care of your own submissions, it’s a very tight time. Pride as a craftsman high enough to participate in the selection ceremony.

There is a sense of pressure that senior artisans who are already better than them are going into the screening process with a clear view of the process.

Even if there is no such regulation, most artisans are fully aware that organized collaboration is meaningless.

However, Lennok knew this, but as if it was natural, he talked to other artisans, persuaded them, and obtained their cooperation.

It must be because the meaning of the words Lennok said through his mouth conveyed to them something higher than the tight time and pressure.

“It’s a pity that the microphone isn’t good enough. I’d like to hear at least a piece of what he was talking about to convince them.”

“Look at that. At first, he seemed to be explaining about iron ore, but now he is rather picking out metal for other artisans.”

At first, Lenok seems to be helping the craftsmen, but on the contrary, he starts teaching and helping the craftsmen who cooperate.

What’s even more ironic is that even in the midst of their busy lives, the artisans quietly listened to Lennok’s explanation, nodded their heads, and moved in search of the metal they needed.

“Please take a closer look at the minerals that Lyman craftsmen deal with.”

One of the relatively young Meisters kindly pointed to the screen and explained.

“Shape memory alloy folding. It is a metal that can only be handled by knowing how to touch, maintain, and adjust the magical flow inside the mineral. It is a new material that has not been disclosed to the outside world at all since it was developed in the Black Palace workshop in less than a month.”

“… … .”

“It is a difficult item to touch unless you are a craftsman with an innately high sensitivity. That craftsman recognized that and chose to machine that metal.”

“Folding is one of the future metals expected to be responsible for the miniaturization and weight reduction of artifact parts. It’s because it takes a lot of skill to designate and maintain the form of transformation and restoration due to magical power.”

At the end of the VIP seat, attention gradually begins to focus on the conversation between the Meisters.

“There are some things in the world that get attention and attention just because you know how to handle them.”

“It’s like eating half of what you know how to do well. The eye itself to choose a metal should already be regarded as a sufficient pass.”

Brahms, who watched as the screens seen by the distinguished guests were switched to Lennok’s, quickly cleared his throat.

“Hmmmm, of course, I intend to respect the judgments of the Meisters, but the act of giving extra points to the evaluation just with good eyesight… … .”

“… … .”

While Brahms struggled to keep his conversation going, Lennok left the workbench and started moving.

“Ohh, have you made all the tools now?”

“The speed is much faster than I thought.”

“good. I can’t wait to see what kind of stuff he will make… … hmm?”

The Meisters’ eyes widened as they watched Lennok approaching the display case with interest.

It was because Lennok, who passed by the display case where the materials and hardware needed for equipment production were placed, went straight to the display case where the broken equipment and artifacts were piled up.

* * *

‘Manufacturing field is handled by outsourcing.’

That was the first conclusion that Lennok came to after learning the principle of the meister selection ceremony.

‘I’m a stranger to metallurgy, and I don’t have the skills or strength to handle metal. It’s not something I can do to create usable equipment with just a lump of iron.’

Although he is acting as a craftsman, Lennok’s abilities are far from the virtues that a superman in the production world should possess.

Of course, if you use your intuition and sensitivity as a wizard who has reached the limit, you can somehow copy and learn the artisan’s metallurgy, but

What does that mean in this competition where meisters are being selected?

Simply knowing how to handle iron and craft equipment was of no use.

What this selection ceremony demands is to achieve outstanding results in three fields befitting the position of Meister.

That’s why Lennok decided to leave the results of equipment manufacturing to other artisans boldly and focus on maintenance and remodeling.

‘In the field of modification, I decided which items to modify. The problem is what kind of equipment to maintain… … .’

At first glance, the process of remodeling and maintenance may look similar, but the goals are completely different.

If the modification is to improve the performance of the existing equipment or to modify the functional direction of the equipment itself.

Maintenance is close to restoring a broken piece of equipment to its original condition.

Just as Lennok remodeled Isabella’s magic amplification device, depending on the type of equipment being touched, maintenance may be more difficult than remodeling.

It’s simple, but you have to choose your equipment well.

Fortunately, each broken piece of equipment on display for maintenance submissions has a scorecard attached to it, making it easier for Lennok to judge.

‘Magic Dispersion Mirror Ball. 56 maintenance points. It’s not difficult, but I need a higher score when I hit the production score.’

Lennok was lost in thought as he walked through the stadium at high speed past the display cases.

‘Spiritual vision goggles. It is difficult to fix unless you manually adjust and replace the lens magnification, but the score is only 65 points… … Wrong.’

Lennok moved freely into the depths of the display case, examining high-scoring equipment that he might be able to get his hands on.

Proclamation of the gathering of criminals. A high score of 82 and relatively obscure problems. once on hold.

Triple foldable mid-size piston. The cause of the broken connection is certain, but the hassle of having to manufacture and repair the necessary parts yourself. 77 points. off topic.

Small horsepower nuclear fusion reactor. The score is a whopping 94 points. However, the technology required to manufacture the equipment has never been disclosed to the public.

Equipment with obvious problems that can be repaired with Lennok’s knowledge either has a low score or takes a lot of time.

Most of the high-scoring equipment is either seriously damaged, or the prior knowledge and skill barriers required for maintenance are very high.

Lennok, lost in thought, passed tirelessly through the showcase holding a screwdriver, until at some point the mana flowed from the inside of the showcase stopped his steps.

“… … Artifact?”

Near the deepest display case in the stadium. It was because artifacts, not simple mechanical equipment, were lined up.

Shapes of artifacts that radiate clear magical energy that cannot be hidden even in a broken and broken state.

Unlike complex mechanical equipment, it is often in the form of a simple necklace or accessory.

[Clive’s necklace. 112 points.]

[Despair of Alorbane. 125 points.]

[Artificial Juseong Bakroecheongu. 138 points.]

Unlike the names of mechanical equipment, which were somewhat intuitive, the names were vague and conceptual.

Among them, there are items that have become artifacts in the form of mechanical equipment, but there are also a considerable amount of equipment that is not.

There are not many artisans who come to this showcase to look around the equipment, but all of them have a fierce look in their eyes.

Perhaps these are the artisans with the skills to actually aim for the Meister title at this selection ceremony.

Lennok walked through the display case in a sharp gaze that seemed to check Lennok, who had arrived late, and stopped in front of the equipment located in the last display case.

In this gigantic and splendid stadium, the tomb of stolen goods is overwhelmingly larger than other showcases and forms a gigantic mountain.

Less than ten artisans are just hanging out in front of the mountain of this display case, which has no name written on it, let alone a scorecard.

“This… … .”

“You’d better give up, young man.”

As Lennok muttered the words blankly, a soft voice behind him dissuaded him.

A stooped old man with a warm-looking expression was looking up at him.

“Unless you want to blow your few chances in vain, don’t touch the stuff over there.”

“… … Why?”

“Can you see the equipment placed there, the name and score are not written properly?”

He nodded his head with an old man’s indifferent expression.

“The treasure of the Crown of Hearts, which stores the most valuable and ancient artifacts in the Machine City. People say that these are equipment that even current Meisters cannot touch.”

“… … .”

“Aside from everything else, this is a space reserved for artisans who are aiming for meisters in the maintenance field. If you fix something that can’t be fixed, that alone will be recognized for your achievements and you’ll get a high score.”

The old man lowered his voice slightly and continued speaking while looking around.

“I saw you deal with foldring alloys. You don’t have to push yourself too hard, the workshops will take care of you after the selection ceremony. Don’t be rude and wait patiently.”

Did you see Lennok subcontracting other artisans to mold various metals?

It seems that the old man already knew what kind of metal he handled and selected in the process.

However, instead of nodding to the old man’s persuasion, Lennok stared blankly at the old man’s behavior.

“you… … .”

The moment the old man slightly lifted his shoulders as if uncomfortable with the gaze, Lennok opened his mouth.

“You are wearing a watch.”

“Hmm?”

“Unlike maintenance, artisans undergoing a fabrication or remodeling process usually do not wear anything over their arms. Because it gets in the way of strenuous work.”

Lennok spoke again before the old man could react.

“If you look at the collar, you are wearing a shirt that is as good as new, but only one shoulder is strongly wrinkled. It means that I haven’t moved for quite a while in a tilted position… … .”

Saying that, Lennok averted his gaze.

“Considering the time the selection ceremony began, it seems that he barely moved from here as soon as the event started.”

“… … ”

While the old man was speechless, Lennok, who had been looking around for a while, moved on without hesitation.

“If I was working on my work, stationary at the end of the stadium, and watching my work from thousands of meters away, there was only one possibility I could think of.”

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about… … .”

The old man’s words, which had been trembling casually, stopped as soon as he saw something long and slender that Lennok had pulled out of the last display case without hesitation.

A beautiful telescope that emits a brilliant iridescent light.

Even at a glance, as if revealing that it is an unusual ghost, even in this stadium with dark lighting, it is shedding its unrivaled light.

“Equipment with the ability to see thousands of meters from a sitting position. Wasn’t that also repairing the items in this display case?”

Lennok smiled as he stroked the telescope he had lifted.

“It turns out that you are a craftsman like me who is aiming for achievements in the maintenance field.”

“… … Put it down when I say nice things.”

The face of the old man, who finally revealed his true color, sank gloomily.

“Did you mean to convince me to go back and reduce the competition?”

“Pavaya’s Phnom Penh is something that a young artisan like you shouldn’t touch.”

The old man shook his head as if he couldn’t help it.

“I just didn’t want to see a foolish artisan like you turn this space upside down and interfere with my work.”

“… … .”

Did he not want the other artisans to find out that he was aiming for the celestial mirror, so he noticed Lennok’s approach and put the celestial mirror back in the display case?

I couldn’t sympathize with that tenacious obsession, but I understood the old man’s intentions in giving Lennok advice and pretending not to know.

An ancient artifact called the Heavenly Ritual of Papaya.

Lennok nodded after lightly synchronizing his magical powers and ending his internal exploration.

“It’s an object used to adjust the magnification of the lens on different spatial axes to see through cracks in non-existent space.”

“… … what?”

Seeing the old man look back at Lennok, looking more surprised than ever before, Lennok laughed.

“Unless you are an ancient species born in the imaginary dimension and able to walk a tightrope between spaces, it is a piece of equipment that would be difficult to repair. It’s definitely not something I can touch.”

“That, yes. I don’t know how the hell you knew that. quietly… … !!”

“But at least I can try to fix it so no one else can fix it.”

Could it be that he was sure that Lennok knew the principle of the heavenly law and therefore did not lie?

The old man’s face collapsed with pitiful ease.

“Oh, no… … please don’t… … . In order to obtain that heavenly mirror, I spent a very long time… … !!”

“Then will you help me do a treasure hunt inside this case?”

“… … A treasure hunt?”

Before Lennok could answer, he took out a broken pike hilt from inside the last display case he was standing in.

“This pike fragment. It is an artifact that contains the magic of ‘coming’. It also has a fairly strong concentration of magical power.”

“… … ”

“Now, in this case, some of the treasures that Machine City has collected and stored for a very long time are on display.”

Lennok asked while waving the clairvoyant at the old man who was silent.

“Wouldn’t it be rather a great loss for a craftsman to choose an item to repair without examining all the items gathered here?”

Lennok had no interest in Pavaya’s Celestial Mirror, which the old man was aiming to repair from the beginning.

That’s why Lennok intended to reverse the weakness of the old man who tried to exclude him from competition, and have him examine the artifacts piled up in this display case instead.

Even at first glance, the old man is a master craftsman who participated in the selection ceremony aiming for the heavenly mirror of Papaya many times. He was also likely familiar with the artifacts displayed in the display case.

Belatedly, the old man must have understood Lennok’s words, and he frowned slightly and sighed.

“… … I got it completely wrong. Got it. But the odds of a precious relic, but poor enough to be repaired, to exist in a display case like this aren’t very high.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.”

Saying that, Lennok quietly reached into his pocket and took out a black cube.

The shape of a cube that constantly changes and changes its shape as if it is constantly rising from the inside of the shape of the cube.

“Because it is certain that it exists. All we have to do is find it.”

Received as a gift from Myung, a medium artifact with the ability to randomly reproduce the results of another spatial axis by injecting mana.

Penterect had been reacting in front of this display case for the first time in a while.