Genius Engineer in the Labyrinth - Chapter 342



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The vibrations in his arms meant that the ancient man’s heart was resonating with something. Alan opened his eyes and followed the traces of magical power.

The trail continued into the encirclement and stopped at the very back. Something belonging to an employee hiding behind a large mummy was emitting pulses similar to a heartbeat.

With a little more force on my eyes, I confirmed that it was an ankh-shaped magical tool.

‘The staff member looks like an old man. Could he be the director of the museum?’

The ancient heart still shakes, and the ankh responds as well.

‘What could be the reason? Could it be that the Ankh was also made through a similar process?’

The ancient man grew up in a sterile place, not for his body, but to cultivate his heart, which was blessed like a fish kept in a fish farm.

Moreover, the tablet obtained from the labyrinth also had this written on it:

[After combining the heart and mana heart, extract them and create a magic tool.]

Kamai is a necromancer, and as he was a person from 500 years ago, his treatment of people was much more lenient than it is now. Needless to say, he was also sold into slavery when he was a boy.

Perhaps Kamai knew how to create magical tools using the Manaheart of excessive magical power.

‘Wasn’t the manufacturing method a secret knowledge? Or was it a record passed down from the past?’

The production facility for the decisive weapon existed in a space other than the labyrinth. So Kamai must have discovered a similar place on the ground.

Alan was piqued by new curiosity, but now was not the time to be lost in thought.

[Are you still thinking of holding on?]

The old man spoke to Alan in an unknown voice, unaware that he had been caught.

“I need to explain what is going on. Or is there a tradition in Kemet of surrounding and intimidating guests?”

It’s a shame that it wasn’t self-defense, but I asked because I thought Shiva would be sad if I pushed ahead even though the misunderstanding could have been resolved. Even if the negotiations fall through, shouldn’t I give the impression that I tried?

[Do you mean to joke with me?]

“Let me solve your hesitation.”

[If you talk nonsense···.]

As Alan ascended to depth 6, his perspective on vision changed. He was able to observe the entire area simultaneously, with himself in the center.

So hacking has changed. Previously, it was done one by one, but now it has become a technology that covers a wide range.

And as we’ve seen with reptilian assassins, it’s possible to interfere with the body without magicware.

Alan looked around, and the staff, the necromancers, suddenly fell down, clutching the back of their necks.

[you···!]

“Your employees’ blood pressure is high because they are overworked. Even the slightest touch can cause serious problems in the cerebral blood vessels. Do you still have no intention of talking?”

As he said that, the old man stared intently in the direction he was hiding. As if he had made up his mind, the old man came out from behind Mira.

“Follow me.”

“There is a therapist among my colleagues. He will check on the condition of the employees.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a notice. It meant that if they were to act like idiots, something bad would happen to the employees.

If it were a normal group, the hostages would likely be treated as if they were dead, but since the Kamaishi school were all related by blood, it was difficult to give up easily.

“···I understand.”

“We also have conversations nearby.”

Alan pointed to an empty display case that was a good place to sit. Originally, there was a stuffed leopard, but it had been moved to surround it.

Alan asked the old man with a bushy mustache.

“Why did you react so aggressively?”

“Do you really not know anything?”

When the old man took out the ankh and shook it gently, the ancient man’s heart responded again. Only when Alan visually observed the magical power and adjusted the shield in real time did it calm down.

“Why does it resonate?”

“I don’t know anything.”

“You speak harshly.”

As soon as I heard the old man’s words, my emotions boiled over in an instant. It subsided in a few seconds, but the surrounding magic was surprised and ran away.

A wild wave filled the exhibition hall in an instant, then calmed down. The old man swallowed as he sensed the change.

“I wasn’t capable of handling it. But if the elders had been here, it would have been different.”

“Aren’t you the museum director? The Ankh seems to be an important magical tool…”

“It is true that he is the manager, but he did not rise to the position through his abilities.”

It was obvious what he meant. The elders were only interested in improving their skills and seeking knowledge, so they handed over the position of director to the old people.

“Let’s get to the point.”

“Do you know what magical tool you own? Do you even know how it was made?”

Alan called it the Heart of the Ancients, but its form was a blue jewel. Its production process was something he had personally crafted using the knowledge of the Labyrinth, so there was no way he wouldn’t know.

“I know.”

“···There are organs that are left inside the body when a mummy is made.”

The old man blurted out something nonsensical. He was holding back his words as he was guessing at the information gap.

“Do you know what it is?”

“The heart. Did the ancient Kemetites also know about hyper-magic?”

Alan unraveled the information to gain new knowledge. If the old man ignores this signal and talks nonsense again, his next move will be much more extreme.

Fortunately, the old man was not a ruffian. He was a man of considerable character, considering that he surrounded me first and then tried to talk to me.

“Only a few people knew. In fact, the act of leaving the heart behind is nothing more than a distortion. Do you know what the original act was?”

Alan raised a finger, the tip of which pointed to the ankh that had become quiet in the old man’s arms.

“I create magical tools with the heart of excessive magical power.”

“That’s surprising. Your voice sounds so young, how did you know?”

“Does the source matter? It still lacks an explanation of why it is hostile.”

“500 years after the death of our ancestor, I have been attacked many times for inheriting the blood of a superhuman who was given the title of ‘Ka.’”

There was no way they could leave their descendants alone while they tore apart the corpse of Katan. Revenge, vivisection, fun, etc., any reason they could come up with came to mind.

The old man washed his face dry and took out the ankh from his bosom. It was an object that he had confirmed with [Clairvoyance], but it was even more extraordinary when he saw it in person.

“The most damage was done just now, when it reacted like this.”

“So it means there is no particular reason and it is a response based on experience.”

“Is that a dismissive remark?”

“No. Experience is one of the reasons for its reliability.”

“To be honest, I can take you to the afterlife.”

“Is it because of Ankh?”

The old man held the ankh tightly. The ankh, which appeared to be made of ebony, had a matte appearance even under strong light.

“That’s why the elders left their seats with peace of mind.”

I don’t know the exact power of the Ankh, but if the old man is confident enough to do so, it must contain some pretty powerful numbers. But as always, you don’t know what’s going on in the world until you experience it.

Taylor, who was listening from afar, frowned.

“I gave you all the time and now you’re talking nonsense. Are you as shameless as an empty head of hair?”

“Sir, isn’t that an old metaphor?”

As Nicola said, hair loss had been overcome for a long time. There is even a treatment for impotence, so how easy would it be to regenerate hair roots?

Taylor brushed back her white hair. Even though her entire body was being transformed into a machine, her head was still her original self.

“Wild ones are different.”

“···.”

“It looks like you don’t understand, but you’ll understand later when you lose your hair. You’re a man, so you can’t avoid the high probability.”

“By then I would have reached depth 7 and achieved body change. It would be easy for me.”

Nicola’s narcissism was so excessive that it was difficult to even feel uncomfortable. Rather, it was in the realm of humor.

“Okay, definitely show me.”

But you can’t laugh at a young person chasing their dreams. That’s why Taylor was careful with his words.

The conversation between Alan and the old man was reaching a climax.

“I’m surrounded and pressured by magical powers, so my whole body aches. Even this magical tool is broken.”

“Your speech is too calm···.”

“I demand compensation for the damage.”

“Rather, it was we who got hurt.”

When Alan was hacking the range, several people fell down, getting bruises or cuts. As Shiva said, the wounds could be cured by disinfecting them with holy water.

“There is also mental damage.”

“You seem like you’d be fine even if you went to hell···.”

“Can we examine the ankh first?”

When Alan naturally reached out his hand, the old man’s eyebrows twitched. His expression changed wildly, and then he smiled faintly.

The old man threw the ankh. Alan might have missed it, but Powersuit quickly caught it.

“It’s done.”

“Are you really giving it to me?”

“Anyway, if you are not of the bloodline of the founder, it is an item that cannot be used. And if I ask for it in my heart, it will return to my hands. Like this···. Like this?······?”

The old man reached out to Alan, but Ankh remained silent. He didn’t even try to manipulate space.

The embarrassed old man jumped up to retrieve the ankh. He threw away his dignity and moved around in a hurry, then opened his eyes wide.

“···?”

Alan followed the old man’s gaze and lowered his eyes. A golden current flowed across the ankh’s previously black surface.

“Is this an object that chooses its owner?”

“No way.”

The old man snatched the ankh from Alan’s hand. Then he turned around and did something.

Even though he covered it with his body, Alan could see his gesture. When he stroked it strangely with his magical hand, the ankh responded. The energy that escaped from the ankh headed toward the old man’s head.

“Ugh···.”

“Are you okay?”

“Don’t talk to me.”

The old man raised his head slightly and rolled his eyes so that only the whites of his eyes were visible.

‘Is it necromancy?’

The flow of magical power was similar to the necromancy that Alan had studied. It would have been more certain if he had possessed the magical eye to see spirits, but unfortunately, he did not have that ability.

The old man turned around. The blue veins that seemed to be poking through his skin slowly subsided.

“Ahem, this commotion is fate, so let’s take a look.”

“Do you just put the word fate anywhere? It was a situation where even a slight mistake could have resulted in bloodshed.”

“There is a saying that even a simple brushing of the collar of a shirt is fate.”

The old man’s attitude changed to a friendly one, although it was unclear what his intentions were. The most suspicious thing of all was the ankh. Its magic power flowed into the old man’s head.

Alan remained silent for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on. As he did so, a ghostly figure resembling a postman flew in, wrapped itself around the old man, and then escaped.

“They are staying at the Eselma Tower branch, and there is no direct connection except for one person.”

“···.”

“Don’t underestimate us. We’ve survived 500 years despite countless attacks.”

As the old man said, even Unas, the branch manager’s deputy, did not know where the Kamai School was located, even though they were openly running a museum.

‘Wait a minute, that’s strange. Is Unas from here too?’

The museum was too open a place for Unas to be incompetent. Any high-level magic user could immediately tell that this was a necromancer’s den.

Alan put aside his doubts and pondered the old man’s words. There was no guarantee that this was the base. If the base’s security level was only this much, he would have been very disappointed.

Alan suddenly heard the old man talking to him, pretending to be friendly.

“Hey, are you interested in a desert trip?”

“Please tell me why.”

“Ahem.”

“Have you ever communicated with anyone through the Ankh? Like a split psychic, for example…”

I’ve seen a few split or broken spirits. The red dragon in Catan, the snowy ruins, and the black dragon in the facility where the kid was.

The old man kept his mouth shut, but the look on his face for a split second confirmed Alan’s guess.

The title of ‘Ka’ is given to the strongest person of the era or to someone who has brought about a change in the world. So, explaining Kamai’s abilities is just a pain in the butt.

‘Besides, he’s a necromancer. It wouldn’t be strange if he split the soul and put it in an ankh.’

Alan looked back and forth between the old man and the ankh. It was completely black, unlike when it was in his hand.

“Your guess is harsh.”

“Swear on the name of Kamai.”

“···.”

In an organization that was passed down through bloodlines, the name of the founder was absolute. If used excessively, there was a high possibility of being attacked, but if used appropriately, it was most effective.

“The spirit body inside the Ankh is not Kamai, but a cheap soul, right?”

“That’s harsh. The soul deserves respect, no matter who it is.”

“Don’t cloud the issue.”

“···.”

The effect was clear.

End