Genius Wizard Takes Medicine - Chapter 612



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Genius Magician Who Takes Medicine Chapter 612

Selection Ceremony (4)

Click, click… … !!

On the stage of the quiet stadium, only the sound of the parts rotating and rubbing resounded incessantly.

Dozens of judges silently watch as her slender fingers move around and caress the musket.

vigilance and suspicion. delusion and fear.

Lennok continued to move his hand, even though he clearly knew that the way he looked at the gun was not a positive emotion.

‘The condition is much better than I thought.’

Nameless relics in the last showcase of the stadium.

A treasure of the Simseonggwan (心星關), which is said to store only the oldest and most valuable items in the Machine City.

An ancient sacred weapon of unknown origin and history that even Meisters cannot tamper with.

Among them, this dusty old musket looked shabby compared to other splendid and magnificent relics.

Lennok was convinced of the true value of this musket.

‘It is undoubtedly an appearance in memory. This… … .’

The Horse Musketeer from WORLD 2.0 that Lennok played himself.

The horse musketeer Lennok played was an ambiguous occupation, enough to make me wonder if there was any meaning in looking back on my memories now.

In WORLD 2.0, the existence of common magic was a versatile power that was two steps short of omnipotence, and the horse musketeer was only allowed to imitate magic and implement it with a gun.

Therefore, in the latter half of the play, crafting and crafting a powerful horse gun was an important virtue for the occupational group, as much as developing the power as a horse gunner.

It was only natural that in order to shoot powerful miracles in bullets, a gun that was as powerful as that was needed.

‘Teremer’s end. A top-notch item that was treated as exclusive equipment for the Horse Musketeers in World 2.0.’

It is exclusive equipment that can be worn until the very end of the game depending on the way the horse musketeer develops, and it is a top-notch artifact that adjusts the horse gun’s specifications according to the wearer’s ability.

Lennok once got this item while playing Horse Musketeer in World 2.0.

Through the memories of that time, I was able to be sure that this musket was the end of Teremer.

But even knowing that fact, Lennok’s gaze remained cold even as he witnessed the miracle of finding the Magic Musketeer’s exclusive equipment in Makina’s relic warehouse.

‘Why are the relics of the old world still intact?’

In this world, relics of the old world refer to equipment and traces that have flowed into the memories of a world that has already been destroyed.

Most of the relics that leaked from the completely closed cause and effect were not in perfect condition, and it was rare that even their abilities or appearances remained intact.

Even Pandaemonium, which collects and uses relics from the old world, would not have been able to successfully restore its skills and abilities if it were not for the existence of an outstanding researcher named Dr.

But even so, the exterior of this musket that Lennok was handling was mostly intact, except that it had rusted from being left unattended for too long.

What does that fact mean?

Lennok had been thinking about the meaning of the artifact warehouse of Machine City Machina, the Hall of Mind.

“Your hand has stopped.”

One of the Meisters muttered in a calm voice.

“If you’re thinking about giving up now, I won’t stop you. No one will blame you.”

“… … .”

“I don’t know how you picked that gun, but we’ve known for a long time that the musket is an unusual relic.”

Another Meister said, leaving Lennok unanswered.

“Even when I was just 20 years old and challenged the selection ceremony, this artifact was just as it was. It is a miracle that is one step out of the flow of time.”

“Even if the warriors who were interested tried to take it, it always returned to the same place after a day.”

“There were rumors that it was a possessed gun decades ago, but now even that has been forgotten and heard.”

“I never thought I would see that thing again… … .”

click!!

Lennok murmured as he listened to the meisters’ monologue.

“It is not out of step with the flow of time.”

“… … what?”

“It was just designed from the beginning to bring this old form back to base.”

With that, Lennok finished the action of cleaning the inside of the musket and slowly raised the gun.

The shape of an old metal body resting comfortably on both hands as well as on the inside of Lennok’s shoulder.

“If you’ve already touched this machine, you’ll know, but there are a few key parts missing from the musket barrel to make it work.”

“okay. But no matter how many new parts I make and assemble, the gun doesn’t work… … .”

“It wasn’t that I needed parts that fit the musket.”

For a moment, the judges, unable to understand what the words meant, looked back at each other.

“that is… … What do you mean?”

“It wasn’t that parts were missing, it was left empty on purpose.”

Saying so, Lenok naturally took out the pentarect from his bosom.

Click, click… … !!

The Penterect, which was in the shape of a cuboid that was constantly fluctuating, had turned into an unknown black irregularity before I knew it.

“It is difficult to properly implement the original function of this gun without intentionally creating a space inside the barrel.”

“What are you talking about… … !!”

Lennok didn’t wait for the other judges to answer.

The moment Lennok opened the slide at the bottom of the magazine and inserted the pentarect into it.

Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

The barrel of the musket split and flipped like the scales of a fish, changing the shape of the entire barrel.

As if shedding its skin and shedding, the shape of the horse gun transforms into a gun barrel in the shape of a lizard’s head on the spot.

“… … !!!”

The Meisters watched the musket change in Lennok’s hand, forgetting to even breathe.

The magician’s exclusive equipment. Relics of the Old World The End of Teremer, literally, does not exist only as an old musket.

A transformable horse gun that evolves into the shape the wearer desires through specific parts and movements.

This old musket gun was the primary form that fell asleep before the awakening of the item.

‘There are three prerequisites in order to bring out the secondary form of Teremer’s end.’

One of them was fulfilled before Lennok touched it, and the second was the kind that Lennok could solve with Penterect.

The third condition is difficult for Lennox to fully satisfy right now, but satisfying the two conditions should be enough to show the secondary form of the horse gun.

“As you all know, no screws were used in this musket. All joints that connect each part are prefabricated.”

“… … .”

“Some say firearms are built this way to speed up disassembly and assembly, but it’s not common.”

said Lennok, looking around.

“Then, wouldn’t it be reasonable to assume that the fact that some of the internal parts of the gun were missing was a structure that was designed with the change and transformation of the barrel in mind from the beginning?”

“… … So, by forcibly fitting the parts that don’t fit the mold, you’ve succeeded in finding out the true form of the artifact.”

“Since several craftsmen have already tried to repair the musket while maintaining its shape.”

Lennox nodded at the words someone muttered.

“So I just tried to find other ideas or possibilities other than that as much as possible.”

“… … .”

Everyone was speechless and quietly stared at the horse gun in Lennok’s hand.

“Second, fire the gun once.”

Brahms, who had been wriggling his shoulders, unable to hide his uncomfortable expression, wiggled his hand, and the trustee standing next to him hurriedly brought a bullet.

“If you really repaired the equipment perfectly, it would be possible to fire through the artifact, right?”

“All right.”

Lennok obediently accepted the bullet, pushed it into the magazine of the horse gun, finished loading, and turned the muzzle back.

When I pointed the gun at the interior materials prepared on the wall of the stadium and looked at the judges, I nodded as if I was okay.

In the tense silence, Lennok slowly pulled the trigger.

That moment when everyone slightly lowered their eyelids in anticipation of the brilliance that would explode from the end.

Tick!

At the same time as the bizarre noise of a broken spring, gunpowder powder leaked out from inside the muzzle.

“… … .”

The extremely tense atmosphere is released at once, and despondent feelings linger everywhere.

I feel as if the nerves and eyes that were heightened a moment ago are loosened and scattered.

But Lennok put down his horse gun, smiling shyly, not surprising.

“You have failed. After all, it seems difficult to get full on the first drink.”

“… … .”

“Ha ha ha… … .”

The faces of the meisters are indescribable.

Ex Machina members breathe a sigh of relief.

Lennok slowly backed away and nodded, not paying attention to the reaction of those around him.

“Since you’ve failed, you won’t get credit for your achievements in maintenance.”

“… … No, it won’t be.”

The old man standing in the center of the Meisters looked at Lennok’s face carefully for a long time before turning his head.

“The selection ceremony is over. We will announce the results soon, so everyone can go back and wait.”

* * *

The selection ceremony ended abruptly with Lennok arranging the end of Teremer.

The results of the selection ceremony were smoothly announced a few days later, but unfortunately, Lennok’s name was not among the winners.

To be precise, it should be said that there was no name of Lyman, who was the owner of this studio.

“I still don’t understand… … .”

Mouser grumbled, sitting down in Lennok’s workshop with several bottles of liquor.

“Apart from the lack of respect for craftsmen, your skills in handling equipment are genuine. There’s no way I failed the selection ceremony because of my lack of skill!”

“I haven’t fallen out of the selection ceremony yet.”

Lennok nodded lightly as he said that.

“Even if it was just a word, it was clearly announced in that way.”

On the table was a notice of the result of the selection ceremony that had already been crumpled several times.

The name of the three artisans who achieved the best results in the selection ceremony is called in turn, and they sign that they will relocate the workshop after granting qualifications as meisters.

In addition, the evaluation of artisans who have been given high scores enough to rank in the rankings is neatly written.

At the bottom of the list of craftsmen who unfortunately did not become Meisters.

Right there, along with the story of Lennok, was written.

[Lyman: Outstanding performance in the field of modification, but skills that do not meet the standard in the field of production.]

[Creativity in design ability and combination ability deserves recognition, but other criteria are not satisfied. Performance in the maintenance field is deferred from evaluation.]

[Results will be notified later.]

Suspension, not elimination.

Not underdone, but waiting.

It was an ambiguous notification, but in the end, should I say it was the result of Lennok’s choice?

“It is extremely rare to give such an ambiguous evaluation to the artisans who participated in the selection ceremony. What’s more, the maintenance field wasn’t even specified… … !!”

Mouser, with a rare expression of excitement, vigorously rubbed the notice poster.

“I can’t help but think that this is the result of some kind of political maneuvering from the upper level!!”

“… … .”

Instead of agreeing with or refuting Mouser’s words, Lennok just tilted his head.

In a way, Mouser’s reckless guess wasn’t entirely wrong.

‘I didn’t expect to delay the announcement of the results of the selection ceremony… … .’

Things didn’t turn out the way he had hoped, but Lennok didn’t regret arranging Teremer’s end itself.

It was because he knew that it was more important to touch the horse gun on the spot than to get a high score at the meister selection ceremony right away.

He added some explanation about the horse gun’s history and ability to the judges.

Picking up a horse gun from the last display case and attempting maintenance, and stopping maintenance at the last moment as it failed to fire.

All of that was the best judgment Lennok could make on the spot.