Genius Wizard Breaking Limits - Chapter 530



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Episode 530 Knot

I had a dream about a strange magical operation I had never seen before. A new answer derived by inserting a specific operation formula into existing magic.

It’s hard to explain, but it was such a vivid dream that if I had any dexterity, I could probably draw it right away.

I don’t know if it’s a nightmare or a good dream.

The man, who was clearly very tired despite having had a good night’s sleep, unconsciously realized that he was being taught by someone.

Squeak.

I got out of bed.

The man was a middle-aged wizard who lived in a secluded house with a small garden, a little away from the nearby village.

The limit hierarchy is two levels higher, and the realm is also two levels higher.

It is not common for an individual to reach the pinnacle of ability, but whatever it is, it is an extraordinary talent.

I gave up my desire for success a long time ago.

The peaceful life I have been living for many years is a daily routine that feels like a blessing. I always soothe my mind with a cup of warm tea in the morning.

But today was different.

The man opened the door and went outside in his pajamas. It wasn’t snowing, and of course it was cold because it was winter.

It would have been better to put on an outer garment, but the man had no time for that. His mind was too hazy. He absentmindedly followed his dream.

I muttered to myself, repeating the voice from my dream that was stuck in my mind.

I stood at a distance in front of a tree that was standing alone, passing through the garden.

As if by some instinct, he rummaged through his bosom and took out a walking stick. It was a walking stick worth hundreds of thousands of dollars that could be found in the city.

It was the best he could do for a wizard who wasn’t poor, but wasn’t rich either.

I naturally closed my eyelids and calculated a magic formula in my head.

How complicated would it be if the calculation of a mere second-tier magic were complicated? Normally, it wouldn’t take that long.

But the man stood still and concentrated for over ten minutes. He had studied magic, but this was the first time he had attempted to calculate it… .

As the fever rose and sweat poured down, heat finally formed on the tip of the cane.

Kwaaaaang!

A blazing fireball flew and exploded, shattering and burning the trees. A blazing life in the middle of winter was in sight.

Knock… knock… knock… .

Some of her pupils were bloodshot, as if her blood vessels had burst. Blood flowed from her nose and soaked the front of her pajamas, but that didn’t matter.

The man stared at the cane in disbelief, his hands shaking.

“How, how did I use 3rd tier lower magic… …?”

According to magical common sense, it is normal for the activation to end in failure. Since it is an area beyond one’s talent, it should never be reached no matter how hard one tries.

But it was possible.

As expected, it was thanks to the voice of someone I heard in my dream───the teachings of an old man with dark gray hair and a beard.

My head is pounding really bad.

As I was wrapping my temples around the pain that felt like my brain was being pounded with a hammer… … suddenly a word appeared in the middle of my consciousness.

It was the old man’s name.

“Dahit, Wesroel.”

A wizard who had a vivid dream, as if it were someone’s memory, succeeded in casting a spell that surpassed his own hierarchy.

It wasn’t the man’s first time.

Already, strange changes were occurring across the continent.

* * *

“… … What the heck is going on.”

Investigator Lambert could not understand this mysterious magical phenomenon that was supposedly started several weeks ago.

What kind of dream does a wizard have that allows him to use magic beyond the hierarchy?

It was a ridiculous horror story, but… … I couldn’t laugh at it for any other reason since I actually found out the truth behind the rumor and confirmed that it was true.

‘The cause is obvious.’

The name that all of these wizards are calling out in unison──Dahit Wesroel.

The worst criminal in the current magical world, Darkmoon, who destroyed the power source of the Bohemian Tower on the day of the Magic Festival two years ago, has done something.

I don’t know why.

How could one know the thoughts of a transcendent being who leads a group of death wizards?

If there’s one thing that’s certain, though, it’s that the situation is very serious.

‘If you look at history, there have been many times when the magical world has undergone drastic changes and eventually stabilized… … but this time, it’s on a different level.’

It was a truly serious matter that he could use magic that went beyond the immediate realm and even beyond the hierarchy.

One really fatal thing was its side effect.

There are two main cases here.

first.

If a wizard with a limit tier lower than 3 and a realm higher than 2 casts a tier lower magic, additional physical strain will be incurred.

Even if it’s okay now, if you don’t give it time to recover, the damage will accumulate and your body, including your magic circuits, will gradually break down.

And secondly.

When a wizard with a level two or more higher than the limit tier casts a third-tier magic spell, not only will the subordinates be affected, but a real backlash will be revealed.

It was mainly bleeding.

No casualties have been reported yet, but… … it is certain that this is much more life-threatening than the first case.

In short, it seemed like both of them were paying a price for going beyond their reach.

‘According to what I’ve researched so far, this phenomenon mostly occurs to low-ranking magicians. At best, it’s the middle-ranking 3rd-rank magicians.’

As if to support his view, Lambert, a 4th-tier wizard, had never had any dreams of any kind. Neither did his colleagues around him.

But if the scope gradually expands and affects higher levels of the hierarchy… … things will get out of control.

Like a snowball rolling down from a distant snowy mountain.

‘No matter what happens, it won’t just end.’

It has already been revealed that the source is the transcendent Dahit Wesroel, so it won’t be long before the higher-ups make their move.

This is a completely different story from personal conflicts such as the fall of the Ailan Kingdom or the power outage of the Bohemirn Tower.

Soon the magical transcendent beings will gather.

“ha.”

Lambert, a mere wizard, felt as if he had been swept up in an unmanageable storm. He thought of his parents, who were living a leisurely life back home.

I wanted a slightly more exciting life, but this wasn’t what I wanted.

After completing his investigation in the outskirts, Lambert returned to the Magic Kingdom.

* * *

After successfully completing the succession ceremony, Verden had a mountain of work to do. He couldn’t even handle the Black Hour in detail himself.

That is why the replaceable work was distributed and assigned to different people.

Verden focused on matters that only he could handle, and one of them was his one-on-one meeting with Melad Tastienne.

“Poem, sacred… … What on earth was that black flame I saw just now… …?”

, recreated by Verden with the magic of infinity, gave great shock to those who saw it.

There are rare cases of developing similar magic, but… … in any case, it is impossible to implement the same magic as someone else.

As Dahit’s old teacher, Melad, there was no way he could let this go without asking.

How is that possible?

When asked, Verden answered willingly.

“Although the foundation is the magic that I pioneered, there is another key element that made it possible. That is memory.”

“memory……?”

Verden nodded.

“That day, Dahit Westroel handed everything over to me.”

A lot of the content has been condensed and explained clearly.

What happened at the end of the magic battle to decide the leader of Black Hour, and what Dahit’s ideals were…

She, who had been listening with bated breath, clenched her fists.

“Yes, is that so?”

Melad lowered his gaze and stared blankly at the floor of the great hall.

Now, after decades, we truly understand why Dahit Wesroel was able to pioneer the magic realm.

‘At that time, Dahit only said that he could attain enlightenment by looking back on his life.’

Suddenly, Karindin Lerhar and Mabel Lysonia Schiller came to mind.

In the face of death, Karindin confessed that he wished the Black Hour had its own power as a force.

Mabel left a will saying she was sorry only at the end. It was something she would not have said if she was still in memory.

It’s selfish.

In order not to be forgotten even after death like Dahit, he abandoned his cool-headed reason and showed the emotions he had been so reluctant to show.

The more I thought about it, the more emotions came rushing back to me.

Today, only two of the eight founders of Black Hour remain, and even Cayman Vermont is not there.

The last time I heard from him was when he told me that it would be difficult to contact him for the time being.

The only original member remaining in the Great Hall was Melad Tastyen.

‘If only… … back then, I could understand everyone and mediate… … .’

It was at that time that regret lingered before my eyes.

“Don’t be swayed. Each person is responsible for their own actions. And there are too many things to worry about to waste time on regret. Isn’t that right?”

Melad lifted his head to Verden’s comfort and took a deep breath.

Then he smiled faintly.

“Yes… … That’s right. That’s definitely true.”

There are still many people by her side.

There are transcendent beings in front of you, dear colleagues with whom you can share fond memories, and disciples who are like children to you.

There is no time for regrets.

“By the way, it’s hard to believe. It’s not just the magic chanting, but the magic circuits also had a function that limited the hierarchy, and Dahit removed it. I still don’t feel anything.”

“That is also a matter of time. The changes will start from the lower ranks and gradually move up to the higher ranks. I don’t know how long it will take, but it is certain that the scope will be the entire continent.”

It was based on Dahit’s memories.

“The era has already passed.”

As Verden and Melad look ahead at the same time, Dahit Wesroel is lying on the sarcophagus. A calm appearance in contrast to the chaos that will occur in the world.

It is a moment to tie up the knots of a bygone era.

Verden reached out.

A pitch-black flame engulfed Dahit. The ownership of the legacy he had held had already been passed on to the next leader, Verden.

Dahit’s body met its end with only his robes.

“… … .”

Melad watched his former disciple’s funeral in silence.

Love and hate overflowed, and the reality of finally regaining the black hour came to me. Tears fell quietly without me knowing it.

Only after so much time had passed was Melad able to put the past behind him.

Verden said.

“As planned, Black Hour will return to being a magical research group. Those who do not wish to do so will be brought under my command.”

Those who survive the purge will either remain in the Black Hour and pursue a career as researchers or join Verden’s forces directly.

The wizards who became ordinary people because their magical circuits were destroyed by Isabella’s erosion belonged to the former.

“Yes. But I think it’s more important to keep our remaining promise.”

The top priority is to attack the Bohemian Tower before the Black Hour is reversed. That is what the Society and Verden promised.

No more anxiety.

Even though his opponent was Bohemirn Matap, the second-ranked warrior in the military hierarchy, he was a transcendent being who had faced Dahit Westroel head-on and won──and had inherited all of Dahit’s memories.

“But can you really achieve your goal in five months? Even without a power source, your maximum power is still intact. It’s also difficult to induce a one-on-one magic battle like Dahit.”

“It won’t be easy in many ways. Above all, Baloch Besias is a completely different person from Dahit Wesroel. However, it is possible. I plan to prepare thoroughly in the meantime.”

Verden was confident.

“Just like I destroyed the power source of the Bohemian Tower.”

“Power… yes?”

Melad’s eyes trembled.

“What did you just say?”

“Then, while I’m away, please take care of Black Hour’s internal affairs.”

“Now, wait a minute, Divine!”

Verden walked briskly. He heard Melad’s voice behind him demanding a detailed explanation, but he did not answer.

Because something very important is right around the corner.

‘The effects of Ignacia’s super magic should have surfaced by now.’

There isn’t much time left before the magical transcendentalists, who have grasped the situation, decide to subjugate Darkmoon and Dahit Wesroel.

‘We must definitely give it some time.’

That was why Verden, who had confirmed all of Dahit’s memories, immediately asked Isabella to take the maximum amount of Lisandro’s Fruit potion, thereby regaining his power more quickly.

[Ready to depart.]

Alpha sat on his shoulder.

Verden headed to the great city of Gargant.