Genius Wizard Breaking Limits - Chapter 523



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Episode 523: Super Magic

For human wizards, the heart is the source where magical power begins.

The same goes for transcendent beings who have transcended race.

Oh my god!

The metal pillar surrounding the orb of [Interis] struck my skull.

A dull, sharp pain that made me forget the burning sensation in my chest spread from my head all the way to my toes.

Kuung!

Dahit’s pupils trembled violently as his vision got closer to the ground. The spilled blood soaked his hands and collapsed knees.

‘Magic… …!’

The more I gather my magical power, the faster it accelerates and dissipates. The flow of magical power circuits slows down and almost stops.

The instinct to sound the alarm.

The staff was once again placed in front of the incapacitated Dahit’s nose.

Pfft …

My whole body feels thrilled.

The tables have turned.

Berden, who had seized the opportunity, continued to thrust hard without stopping. He tried to ignore the bleeding flowing out of his pierced abdomen.

[Einver]’s was released long ago, and the destruction in his body disappeared, so his physical abilities were weakened, but there was no problem.

If the shock is not enough, just add rotational force to it.

Kwaaang! Kwaaang! Crack!

Dahit was pushed back unilaterally by Verden’s desperate attacks, and was unable to control his body properly and took a step back.

It can’t be.

Who could have imagined that the Transcendent One who currently rules the Black Hour would be treated so cruelly?

However, Dahith Westroel is not so weak that he would be finished just because he has a heart problem.

Heart pounding.

By forcibly applying a load to the heart, the flow of magical power is restored. The magic door opens and the flames of destruction form on both hands.

Immediately afterwards, [Interis] took a step forward, leaving behind its orbit.

The destructive power was weaker than before, but it was enough to tease the tattered wounds.

Ugh.

The injury gets worse.

The more this happened, the stronger Verden’s will became to hold on to his senses.

A crimson lightning bolt struck Dahit’s torso. His new form, his right rib shattered, flew away.

───Kwaaang!

Dahit crashed into a large, oddly protruding rock hill caused by the previous Berden manipulation of the earth stem.

‘You can’t stop.’

Verden linked the magic.

Kwarrrrrrrrrr!

A crimson lightning bolt fell from the sky and razed the entire area. The thunderous sound shook the eardrums. The light of destruction flashed strongly.

At the same time, Verden spread his left hand.

The night sky of Alhena, a spirituality that still darkens the skies.

Because Dahit’s unique magic was countered with a meteor shower, there aren’t many stars available.

It is physically demanding to regenerate a star by pouring out magical power. There is no room for leeway when considering a ‘last resort’.

So only the remaining stars were moved.

An afterimage of light drawing a beautiful circle.

The stream of stars soon became a torrent and a brilliant source of light.

Supernova.

As the thunder of destruction subsided, a cluster of stars split the space. Soon, they dug into the thick dust, and a gray light burst out from within.

──────!

A stellar explosion swept across the front, blowing away Alhena’s realm.

* * *

Verden barely managed to keep his swaying body balanced with his staff. When he grabbed his abdomen, blood gushed out.

Thud thud thud.

Due to moving too recklessly and being counterattacked by Dahit, his serious injuries became almost fatal.

If [Einver] had been a platinum color instead of pitch black, it would have definitely turned bright red by now.

‘Even emergency measures are difficult.’

If it were just a deep wound, it would have been burned with fire… … Not only was it penetrated, but there was destruction around the wound.

In this situation, even if you take Isabella’s special potion in the subspace, the bleeding will not stop.

‘Until we kill Dahit Wesroel and erase all traces of the magic.’

At that moment, a voice was heard from ahead.

“… … This world recognizes the transcendent as a noble and great being. It regards it as something natural and unavoidable, something strange, as the same as nature. That is why those who try to understand it with their heads cannot believe in the existence of the transcendent and even deny it. Those who are more ordinary do not know about the transcendent at all.”

The black robe that Dahit is wearing is damaged and tattered. Blood drips from the torn and burst wounds.

It’s obvious.

He was closer to death than Verden.

Swish.

Dahit wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and swept his messy, dark gray hair upward.

“But if you witness this magical battle, those solid ideas will be completely destroyed. And you will know. This is the true transcendence.”

“… … .”

“Of course, there are no such ignorant people here, so there will be no reason to realize the truth, but there is no need to feel sorry. This place has become another center. The world is already observing this as an audience and others.”

and.

“One of us will also remember the beginning and the end of this magic war. That’s how we define each other. In that sense, I’ll ask you, Verden.”

Dahit looked straight at Verden.

“What is your ideal?”

The foundation that each transcendent being possesses.

What kind of scenery does Verden, who usurped the Black Hour from Dahit and holds a grudge against Balok Besias, want to see?

A short question echoes quietly through the ruined capital that has become a wasteland.

Verden spoke softly.

“I───”

That day, in the Blue Mountains, Verden made his own choice. He declared that he would no longer remain a possibility.

By stepping on infinity and pioneering destruction, he overcame the wall of awakening.

In the process, a new dream and ideal was born.

Dahit smiled slightly after hearing Verden’s answer, but soon became crazy.

“That’s the goal you’ve been trying to achieve throughout your life. It’s both cliché and new. Yes, it’s something everyone thinks about at least once, but no one actually takes action. Hahaha, it’s truly a crazy goal to reach.”

Dahit revealed it.

“But to get to that point, you have to first go beyond me.”

He took his stance.

“Usually, there are two cases where beings like us do not cast super magic rashly. Either to counteract the opponent’s super magic, or because the super magic is too strong and causes a huge burden. It seems like you were the latter, not the former.”

He pulled with all his might the magical power contained in his damaged heart. He suffered a great deal of pain and bleeding, but he didn’t show it.

“So let’s test it out. Whose concept is superior?”

Dahit pulled his right hand forward and clenched it tightly into a fist.

The height of magic.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The dark moon’s entire body is covered in black flames, burning madly. The earth is disintegrating. The flames have taken over an area of ​​exactly 20 meters in radius.

It’s a showdown.

At this moment, Verden also took out his last move.

As he rose high into the sky and combined infinity and destruction using [Interis] as a medium, a gray satellite appeared behind Verden’s back.

‘When I faced the sword of Arnak, all I did was immediately name it and simply launch a satellite.’

The current Verden has created a perfect magical form.

Phew.

The strange waves coming from the satellite resonated widely. Then the sky flashed and the nature of the area shook.

In an instant, everything gathered together as if the clouds were being sucked in, and a pure white whirlpool of enormous size and density engulfed the blue sky.

An overwhelming natural phenomenon caused by magic.

The two Transcendent beings who obliterated the ruined capital are in the eye of the storm.

“indeed.”

Dahit’s eyes sparkled as if he had expected it. The power of annihilation that had been condensed once went out of control.

The destruction of reality.

Last year, a powerful magic clashed with , the super-level magic of Baloch Vesias, at the Cliff of Eternity.

In the aftermath, the Cliff of Eternity disappeared from the continent.

This was one of the ‘three’ super-level magics that Dahit first conceived after setting foot on the realm of transcendence.

A sizzling darkness rises.

It was a curved shape that erased everything, including light. It created the illusion that the world itself was burning.

Although it is far from the range of the super magic, , that was cast in the Great Hall, the power contained within it is incomparable.

But at this point, the outcome was decided.

Flash.

The satellite was consumed by Verden’s will, and the light it left behind was transmitted far above through space.

A new concept created by combining two magic swords.

The sound disappeared.

Extinction of a star.

A pure white storm ring glowed across the sky. From its center, a huge gray pillar fell toward the ground.

Falling apocalypse.

Ascending pitch-black flames.

The moment their ultimates collided head-on… …Dahit opened his eyes wide for a moment and smiled without holding back.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwa───!

The destruction of Dahith Westroel is truly crushing and disintegrating.

A gray flash destroyed the world.

* * *

After fleeing from his family, which was being destroyed by the nobles of the Kingdom of Ailan, he ended up in the magical city of Birente.

While living there day by day, he met Jeremiah Garwin, the leader of Black Hour at the time.

A man who is passionate about magic and values ​​talent.

So he caught Jeremiah’s eye and was forced to take an aptitude test. The results revealed that he had transcendent qualities.

It was a natural progression for the young Dahit Westroel, who had nowhere to go, to become a disciple of the first members who founded Black Hour.

Teaching and research.

Dahit reached the 5th rank at a much earlier age than average, building on his talent.

However, while the realm rises smoothly… … no matter how hard you try, you cannot overcome the wall of magic and become a wizard.

The masters said it was because of a lack of magical enlightenment. It was not something that could be solved with time and effort.

───Then… … .

After much thought, Dahit turned his gaze to his home country.

The reason was simple.

His greatest driving force up until now has been his desire for revenge. Maybe that’s the answer.

In the end, Dahit went straight to the Kingdom of Ailan without telling his teachers. He was reunited with the old scenery of the city within the territory once ruled by the House of Wesroel.

The revenge and hatred that had faded over time are slowly reviving.

The change was welcome.

Dahit believed that these passionate emotions were the key to opening up the magic world, and he busily walked around the city.

Although he had often visited this street when he was young, naturally no one recognized Dahit, who had grown up a long time ago.

He mingled with the people and asked about the Wesroel family.

It was also to dramatically revive the resentment boiling in his heart… …but also because he wanted to hear the story of his family, who ruled the territory in prosperity and peace at the time.

but.

───The Wesroel family? Uh… was there something like that? I’m not sure?

Contrary to Dahit’s expectations, not many people remembered the Wesroel family. This was because so much time had passed.

Most of the young people reacted as if they were hearing it for the first time, while the older people cried out that it was a terrible family.

It was a remnant of the past political strife among the nobles of the Ailan Kingdom, who spread all sorts of malicious false rumors about the Wesroel family.

Suddenly, Dahit stopped in the middle of the city.

No one truly remembers House Wesroel, despite how much the family has done for this city.

No, if you look through all these people, you’ll probably find a few.

───But what’s the use of that?

The citizens, the city, the estate, the kingdom of Ailan, the world neither cares nor remembers the House of Wesroel.

Perhaps in a few decades, even that name will become completely unfamiliar.

plural.

Dahit stood still, deep in thought about the meaning of revenge.

How can I avenge the family that was completely executed?

Should I just kill all the nobles involved in the strife and restore the reputation of House Wesroel? Is that really meaningful?

At that moment.

ah.

Dahit recalled a memory he had forgotten without realizing it. He recalled the feelings he had as a child, which were even stronger than the desire for revenge.

horror.

The grueling journey of turning one’s back on the family that was about to be executed in order to survive somehow.

───I see.

Finally, Dahit understood himself.

The hatred I had held in my heart until now towards my enemies was nothing more than a facade to hide my fear of death.

Yes, that’s right.

What he truly wanted was survival, both then and now.

But it wasn’t just about surviving.

I hope to exist beyond the lifespan contained in the body and not be forgotten.

Unlike his own family, which was forgotten and distorted by people.

Then what should we do?

What must I do to live forever?

To become like the great ones who have proven to be real people even after the long passage of time, and to remain in existence even beyond that… … .

There was only one answer.

Just remember it.

As an eternal and immortal memory, not a distorted or exaggerated one.

The realization was simple and clear.

That’s how Dahith Wesroel became a magician.

* * *

The world is silent.

Beyond the ruined capital, a gulf as wide as a large city appeared on the earth. Its bottom was invisible and filled with an abyss.

A person floats above it.

“Impression, enemy.”

Dahit, who barely survived the apocalypse, was completely wounded. The left half of his body was almost completely destroyed. He held tightly to his shoulder where his left arm had disappeared.

Knock knock… … Knock knock… … .

Blood flowed through the gap between his hands and fell into the darkness.

It was a fatal damage that was so severe that even the body of a transcendent being could not possibly recover with its homeostasis.

However, he did not die.

As life approaches its end, the longing for ideals grows stronger.

It was natural.

Now more than ever, we are closest to our ideal.

Outside, Ignacia.

Holy, Verden.

Dark Moon, Dahit Westroel.

‘Almost there.’

All conditions are met.