Genius Wizard Breaking Limits - Chapter 540



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Episode 540: Movement (1)

A sword strike focused on more weight pressed down on the air. The air split dully, producing a strange sound.

The Ruler, Latheon Offniel.

He had suddenly attacked Asher and been unilaterally subdued, but he was recovering from all the injuries on his body and regaining his senses.

From the sword to the helmet and leg guards───they were fully armed and were not the equipment one would normally wear.

War weapons.

The four central powers built in many fierce battlefields are the symbol of the ruler.

“… … It looks like you’ve been putting in a lot of effort lately. It’s slow, but it’s deadly. Well, it’s nice to see your old self, but was the defeat that shocking?”

Even though the mercenary king, who had been watching leisurely while leaning against the wall, raised his voice, Latheon remained silent and focused on swinging his sword.

If your gaze is fixed on one place, it means you are assuming an imaginary enemy.

Perhaps the opponent will be Asher.

You can tell just by looking at the irregular hesitation and hesitation that appears as the sword stops.

“I told you it was dangerous.”

“It’s noisy.”

Latheon, who had finished his training, held the sword in his hands and filled its scabbard. Even though it was midwinter, beads of sweat were dripping down his skin.

I took two deep breaths to calm my boiling anger.

The mercenary king asked.

“I think you’ve already made up your mind since you spoke alone with the son of the late Diamun Matapju. Have you made a decision?”

“……okay.”

Latheon stared at the open sky.

Asher’s suggestion.

The transcendent being who deceives the world presents three options.

Will you disappear under duress while guarding a fence that could break at any moment, or will you give up everything you have worked for and run away?

If not, will we achieve limited independence within that discipline?

It wasn’t all pleasant, but it was a decision that had to be made at some point. Even if Asher had never come looking for him.

The world is always full of conflict.

I’ve been thinking and thinking about it because once I make a choice, I can’t change it. Because of that, my thoughts were complicated for a while and I even suffered from migraines.

But now my mind is clear.

“Secretly attempt to contact the faction within Diamun Tower that supports Albert Windyrobe, the son of Diamun Tower Lord, and summon all the lords of the West to Adain within four days.”

The momentum is fierce.

“It is a war with the Confederacy.”

Finally, the ruler himself stepped forward.

* * *

Soon after, the neutrals in the Medillon area formalized war with the South, which they had declared in the West.

Then, negotiations proceeded according to normal procedures.

Naturally, the Confederacy was shocked by the unexpected blow and, already pressed by the North, decided that they had to retreat.

Even though they knew that if they refused the war demands, they would have to pay a corresponding price… … it meant that they had nothing to gain from a war with the West.

But the negotiations broke down in just a few minutes when the ruler proposed outrageous and utterly unacceptable terms.

A large-scale conflict has been confirmed.

“Huh, things are going interestingly.”

Ignacia, who had received the news from her follower, showed interest. She took on the appearance of a child and laughed heartily.

Urban, who was guarding her side like a stone statue, said.

“The ruler who has been acting as king in his own home has turned his sword against the Southern Alliance, and between them lies the Diamun Tower, while the new power of the North has already taken over the East… … This flow does not seem to be a coincidence.”

“It feels artificial when you know who else is in this ownerless land like us. Hehe, they’re really tough. Are they trying to take over the ownerless land as the transcendental domain?”

“That might be the case.”

I had figured out that a series of circumstances, most likely orchestrated by Asher, would ultimately lead to the unification of the ownerless lands.

“I never thought you would act so boldly before you even set foot on the outside world. That madness. I think you must have some kind of crazy, extremely dangerous ideal.”

“The Dark Moon, not only did you kill Dahit Wesroel, but you also swallowed Black Hour whole, so that says it all. Isn’t that what makes it fun?”

I don’t know where it will go.

Such unpredictable events often provoke many reactions in life, fundamentally close to fear.

Uncontrollable situations tend to make most people feel helpless. It is not easy to overcome numerous obstacles.

If I were to make a comparison, it would be like swimming in a vast ocean with storms raging.

The burning desire to survive as you desperately stick your head above the water, resisting the waves that keep crashing down on you, and spitting out the seawater you have inhaled.

An extreme sense of anxiety that the inhabitants of the deep sea, far beyond the reach of one’s toes, might be watching oneself and licking one’s lips.

The feeling of despair that no matter how hard you try, the surrounding scenery won’t change, and yet the small hope in your heart that you can find land…

Just hearing them makes me feel suffocated and stressed. They are Ignacia’s ultimate driving force.

What fun would a lukewarm reality without any danger or change be?

Omnipotence is the height of misfortune.

That is why she feels most sorry for the so-called gods who appear in fictional stories, novels, and fairy tales that line the shelves of bookstores.

The state of being able to do anything means that everything around you is unchanging. You will never know the value of fulfillment.

So Ignacia is grateful, no, loving, in the present.

A new magical world is born due to the ideals of Dahit Wesroel. Asher’s actions will make the world even more noisy.

In addition, tiny ripples are occurring all over the continent, overlapping each other and amplifying the waves.

Transitional period.

It is truly a blessing to be able to enjoy the flow of an era in which all kinds of variables run wild. Of course, we cannot just sit back and watch.

To truly enjoy something, you need to get involved, not just watch.

“Ignacia, a letter has been sent from the Arcanad Magic Kingdom.”

The letter handed over by the follower was sealed with a unique symbol.

The supreme octagonal star.

He is the national emblem of the Magic Nation, which encompasses the fundamentals of magic and represents knowledge.

Thud.

Urban himself broke the seal. Without any other means of destruction, the magic circle that protected the letter from damage and preserved its state was shattered and scattered.

Ignacia, who received the contents, lowered her gaze and smiled.

“You responded faster than I expected. Does that mean you’re taking the matter seriously?”

The one who sent the contact was the 7th Demon King.

One of the modern transcendent beings who reigns over the world, the letter he wrote himself contained a request to attend a ‘meeting’.

It is widely known that the scale of the situation is not limited to a single region, but is affecting the entire continent, and that the cause is the dark moon.

A reasonable opinion that the transcendent beings of the magical world need to come together to discuss this incident and solve the problem.

“I guess I should start getting out soon.”

Since Asher asked me to do something for him, I will gladly oblige. Only then will Ignacia have a reason to ask for a favor later.

It’s a kind of transaction.

Of course, I have no intention of replying with a rejection.

I am very interested in the Transcendentalist Conference, and as the saying goes, if you want to interfere, you have to hold on tighter rather than letting go.

Said to Urban.

“We are also investigating the incident of the Dark Moon’s breach of hierarchy, right? Officially, that is. So, tell the Dark Nation to postpone the meeting until a later date.”

Outside, Ignacia casted Ankle Grab.

* * *

The ‘Investigation Bureau’, one of the pillars of the Arcanad Magic Nation, is busier than usual. There was no choice.

I had no choice but to do it that way.

This was because they were the country with the highest percentage of magicians across the entire continent, and were hit hard by this incident.

Even the rule of walking in the hallways has been temporarily relaxed.

Several capable investigators are flying around with dazzling eyes, handling the mountain of work that has piled up.

The director of the investigation bureau was no exception.

“… … How far has the phenomenon progressed so far?”

“Until yesterday, he was in the upper third tier, but this morning, a case was reported where a lower fourth tier wizard had a dream. If the current trend continues… … .

“Yes, it will reach even the highest level wizard.”

The director of the investigation department rubbed his swollen eyes at Lambert’s words, who had been directly dispatched to the site.

It’s already been four days since I last slept.

I didn’t just stay up all night, I spent the whole day reading reports, moving around, and pouring all my energy into understanding the situation, so I was incredibly tired.

“Dark Moon… … Not only did he cause the Magic Tower’s power source to go out of control and start an all-out war with the Magic Tower Alliance, but he also caused chaos in the world. His reputation as the worst criminal in the current magic world is no exaggeration.”

“That’s right.”

“Well, enough of the useless grumbling. Lambert, have you received any replies from the Transcendent beings who received His Majesty the Dark King’s letter?”

The Demon King he was referring to was the seventh generation who inherited the blood of the first Demon King──the third of the Demon Kings to awaken and become a Transcendent One.

“Yes, there have been five so far… … but three of them have expressed their intention to attend but to postpone the meeting because the investigation is not yet complete.”

“three?”

“A vision of a great city, a dark warden tower, and one who crouches in the canyon.”

The director of the investigation department blinked.

“No, let’s say that it’s outside the realm… … Even the Necromancer and the Keeper? Hmm, so those two who are said to be indifferent to worldly affairs are interested in this matter. Understood. I will report accordingly.”

He gathered the documents he had been organizing for nearly ten hours, banged them on the desk, organized them neatly, and tucked them under his arm.

It was the role of the Director of the Investigation Bureau to report directly to His Majesty the Demon King.

“Oh, by the way, what happened to the Arnak Empire? It seems that the Sword of Arnak has left the Empire.”

“There hasn’t been any news since I last reported on the movements of the War Lord’s fleet. The Imperial spy network is too thick, and our manpower is currently severely lacking… … .”

“I see. Well, I guess there’s nothing I can do.”

The director nodded and left the office, seeing Lambert off. His forehead was throbbing from the thought of so many things to think about.

Why on earth did Amwol do such a thing?

Why did the sword of Arnak, which protected the empire, cross the border, and why did the main fleet under the war lord move?

‘But where is the War Lord?’

It is widely known that the current Imperial Warlords are very wandering, so their disappearance is not a big deal.

The fact that the Atorium, a massive flying machine, moved without a single war lord is not something to be taken lightly.

There must be a reason why it has to be that way as an empire.

“hmm.”

My mouth feels rough.

The director of the investigation took a small piece of candy out of his pocket, took a bite, and headed toward the palace.

* * *

Grains of sand as small as dust are flying around everywhere, hitting the robe. They are screaming to get into your eyes, nose, mouth, and ears at any opportunity.

Desert of silence.

The environment here, where in the air is not permitted, is harsher than rumors say. The sandstorm that has been raging for several days is particularly bad.

Perwick, who had let out his twenty-ninth sigh today, raised his voice.

“How long must we walk like this, Legritt!”

“I don’t know either!”

Regret, who was walking ahead, answered immediately. She turned her head slightly and revealed a ‘pendant’ inside the robe she was wearing.

A faint blue light flickers from the jewel fixed in a round metal frame.

“Still, it’s a little bit brighter than before, just a little bit brighter, so the direction is right! So follow me!”

“… … Phew.”

“… … .”

Perwick answered with his thirtieth sigh and walked away silently. Incidentally, ‘Hilla’, who was behind Perwick, had been silent for a long time.

The feeling of sand, which was unfamiliar at first, is now so tiresome.

After some time, the three finally escaped the storm. They only took a few steps forward, and a sunny desert spread out before their eyes.

The boundaries of the storm were clear, as if a line had been drawn.

“I guess it’s time to walk now, isn’t it?”

“That’s not true… … !”

Hilla tried to forcefully express her dissatisfaction by tensing her chin, but it was no use. She soon gave up and shook off the sand.

Ferwick looked around, trying to hold back a sigh that was about to come out again.

“… … I don’t see anything like the first magic tower yet. It looks like there’s quite a distance to the sand dunes on the horizon.”

“If it can be found as easily as after a storm, it wouldn’t be a legend for nothing.”

Warlord of the Arnak Empire and captain of the ark───Regrit Narsilia is crossing the unexplored area between the Western Continent and the Central Continent with Perwick and Hilaman.

To find the first magic tower.

The clues we’ve gathered so far point somewhere in the desert of silence.

“Ah, if only I could operate a flying machine. I don’t want to walk… …!”

“Then shall we go back?”

Hilla turned her gaze in the direction that Regret was pointing.

The sandstorm that had been tormenting them until just now said hello.

“… … Rather than going back like this, it would be better to go to the Western Continent.”

“Okay then.”

The complaints disappeared.

“Still, the environmental measures for the Silent Desert are almost perfect. Even if walking for a long time is annoying, it’s not really an obstacle.”

“Well, that’s true, but.”

Ferwik and Hillana have been with Regrit for quite some time. How many wildernesses have they explored with her so far?

It was my first time setting foot on the famous Desert of Silence, but I had no worries.

Perwick also agreed.

“Even though the storm and the daily temperature difference are quite severe, if we can overcome that, it doesn’t seem like a big problem. We’ve also brought enough food. Compared to the devil’s realm where aliens come at any time───”

Dddddddddddddddd… … !

Suddenly a vibration rang out.

The desert is shaking.

The sand began to ripple as if a wave was crashing down, and then a huge explosion occurred, revealing a gigantic figure.

“What is that?”

A quadrupedal insect of enormous size, reaching several tens of meters in height.

Although it had no eyes, it sensed the subtle vibrations of Regret’s party and opened its mouth wide, revealing tens of thousands of small teeth.

Then he charged without delay.

“Your mouth is full of holes.”

“Ahem.”

Just as Hilla, who had been hiding Perwick, was about to cast her spell, Regrit stepped forward.

Copper-colored skin illuminated by sunlight.

She let out a curious and excited laugh at the sight of the unknown being she encountered for the first time.

“Yeah, that’s the fun of exploring.”

Madou

Regret, who had activated the magical circuits throughout his body, had his eyes sparkling.

A golden bolt of lightning burst out with a thunderous roar, racing through the air and piercing through the insects. The desert shook with bizarre screams.

This was the beginning of a full-scale quest to discover the first magic tower, the origin of hierarchical magic that is believed to have existed a thousand years ago.

* * *

Likewise, the Eastern Continent also could not escape the currents that shook the world.