Genius Wizard Breaking Limits - Chapter 542



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Episode 542: The Dark Plan

Humans are full of weaknesses.

The most striking drawback is that we have the shortest lifespan among all human species, especially during our active years.

The ever-approaching aging process takes away the prime of one’s body in an instant.

The inferiority is further highlighted when compared to the advantages that the race itself possesses.

Elves use the World Tree as a medium to share collective thinking and trust.

Suin understands and willingly accepts the natural law of the survival of the fittest as the center of the ruling system.

Dwarves have achieved unique technological growth by infusing their selfish and stubborn nature into their dexterity.

On the other hand, humans, who are numerous in number and have countless thoughts, are likely to be divided when they form a group, and are infinitely pitiful.

Yet it was only because of their potential that humans became the dominant species on the continent.

Singularity.

In the process of countless individuals being born over a long period of time, there are humans who appear out of standard with extremely low probability.

That great minority saved the lives of weak and pitiful mankind. This is the founding ideology and foundation of the organization called the Ark.

However… … no matter how noble the ark was, it was ultimately a human group and could not avoid inevitable division.

The continued clash of opinions led to disagreements, a split in the group, and even a betrayal, which is still considered the worst incident.

The sects that broke away from the ark in this way were unable to continue their lineage for hundreds of years and most of them died out, but the traitors were an exception.

Gluttony.

They pursued the idea that human nature changes depending on what they eat, and sought to escape from it into a new human race.

Because we judged that it was meaningless to continue to save the weakened human race, we sought to eliminate the chronic racial limitations.

The methods used were so inhumane and cruel that tens of thousands of people were killed in the experiments in the Kingdom of Estyria alone.

But that passion was pure.

Because I truly believed it.

That they could create a new humanity in their own way.

But now, for the first time since its founding, doubts have arisen against the leader of Gluttony.

Because I recognized with a unique sense the moment the hierarchy breakthrough began.

The loss of a single magical circuit that starts from the heart, passes through the entire body, and ends at the brain.

The existence of a concept that had not been fully understood even through countless human experiments…

How Dahith Wesroel made it possible for all wizards to break through the hierarchy.

Could it be that it gives us some kind of concept that can transcend hierarchy?

you’re welcome.

Although they are grouped together as a species, almost all human beings are completely independent as individuals, whether they are parents and children or siblings.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to apply the same concept to all wizards across the continent and achieve the same results.

‘But the opposite is possible.’

If we were to eliminate the unidentifiable concepts that are common to all mankind, we would all get the same results.

Concepts are everywhere, so if one disappears, they all disappear.

In other words, Dahit Wesroel conceptually destroyed one of the strands that made up the magical circuit.

A concept related to hierarchy, perhaps suppressing hierarchy.

“Oh my, this is ridiculous… … !”

The eyes of Gluttony’s ‘First Fang’, the pinnacle of Gluttony, were bloodshot. It was passionate. It was closer to confusion and anger than worry and anxiety.

That was only natural.

This concept does not arise naturally, but rather comes from the power of a so-called transcendent being.

To put it simply, it means that humans are artificial products of some transcendent being.

‘That can’t be true.’

I clenched my wisdom teeth hard. Unable to bear it, the broken teeth fused back together on their own thanks to their overwhelming regenerative power.

He took a deep breath and put strength into the sharp blade in his hand again.

Sizzle. Smack.

I cut open the corpse of the wizard lying neatly on the test table. I tore it apart like crazy. I dissected not only the magical circuits, but also the brain and the entire heart.

It was dangerous to find anything, but in reality it was closer to venting one’s anger.

Knock… … Knock knock… … .

After a few days, there was nothing left on the operating table except a pool of blood and a few pieces of meat. This was the result of meticulously examining every part with all the experience and knowledge that went into it.

But reality didn’t change. Nothing was found. It was time to face the unwanted truth.

“Is it really true that there was an outside force… intervening on the part of humanity?”

The first fang covered the corner of my mouth with my bloody right hand. As soon as the anger disappeared, my pupils began to tremble slightly.

New human race.

Gluttony.

A red piece filled with vitality.

He wanted to destroy the current old humans, including the resurrected Gluttony, and establish a new human race that would not rely on a few people as the top of the race.

For humanity.

This is infinitely twisted, but it is not much different from the ultimate purpose of the Ark. Gluttony’s roots, then and now, have been the Ark.

‘If it is true that humanity is controlled by someone’s will, then the premise of all ideology is wrong.’

No matter how hard you struggle, you will never be able to gain freedom. Because the salvation of humanity could end up in vain due to an unknown intention.

Even the new human race that is inevitably based on such humans… … .

We need to reset our goals.

The first fang immediately called together the members of the leadership. There was only one Sun Taiji, and since the decision had been made, there was no reason to delay.

A cool voice permeated the surroundings.

“From this point forward, Gluttony will revise its fundamental ideology.”

“… …? Revising the ideology? What, what are you talking about all of a sudden?”

The third fang, Beldoran, who had stepped forward and was forming a partnership with the Bohemian Tower, stuttered in surprise.

The rest of the reactions were similar, but the declaration continued.

“The plan to improve the old humans and create a new human race is completely abandoned. All matters related to the old humans and other new humans are also abolished.”

“… … Is that what the doctor left behind?”

“Yeah, all of them.

The first canine asserted.

“From now on, we will completely redesign humans.”

There is only one way to avoid being constrained by the hidden intentions of the old humans───to completely rewrite the very concept of human.

* * *

In the largest and most secretive unofficial laboratory, where darkness falls from the ceiling and the lights of the magic lamps collide on the floor, footsteps can be heard softly in the silence.

Baloch Besias.

Bomehirn Matapju, unaccompanied, heads deep into the laboratory. The dust-free corridors resonate with a clatter.

As I entered the space, the first thing I saw was a row of large test tubes lined up on both sides.

Half of it was empty, while the other half was inhabited, with the people inside quietly sleeping, submerged in a clear liquid.

Each one has a forced magic circle and call engraved inside their body.

They were the continent’s strongest men that Baloch had collected over several decades.

But the most important test subjects were kept separately.

Phew.

The center of the wall was protruded by manipulating a unique hidden magic circle. A passageway in an open space with a unique light flashing.

As we passed through the wall, a wrinkled old man appeared in the center of the sealed cavity, completely confined.

“Oh, I was just getting bored. You came at a good time, Baloch Besias.”

The old man, sensing the presence, slowly raises his head and says hello.

… … It’s a horrible sight.

One eye was gouged out, his left arm was amputated from the upper arm down, and his right arm was reduced to only the ring and index fingers.

Even his legs were cut off in half.

It was like this, excluding the scars on his torso that were hidden by the magic circle and restraints.

Jinyeon, Sandhir Payen.

A transcendent being from the previous generation who ruled and traveled the continent until about 80 years ago.

“So, what kind of experiment are you planning on doing today? Are you going to try to use that compulsory magic circle to stimulate your mind? The stimulation wasn’t that strong, but I hope it’s improved since last time.”

It’s not a bluff.

Even if you stab him in the eye with a knife, he won’t even scream.

You’ll probably laugh instead.

The transcendent being, who has lost his ideals and is facing death due to the limitations of the body, even finds terrible pain as play.

Baloch said.

“Test subject number 36. Today, I have come to make you a proposal.”

“An offer? Interesting. An offer that comes after 21 years of living in seclusion, waiting for death, and being treated like a test subject.”

Sandhir sneered, but Baloch paid no attention. He was sure that the other person would not be able to refuse anyway.

“Sandhir Payen, don’t you want to regain your lost glory days?”

“… … !”

Sandhir frowned at the sentence that he could not possibly ignore. It was difficult to know exactly what it meant.

Baloch approached.

“It is said that your notoriety, which dates back to about a century ago, was quite great. Without a group, you fought alone, and you killed, or rather massacred, any number of opponents in the name of duels. The number of you killed is even recorded in history books.”

“… … .”

“And the last one too.”

Sandir, who used to gather the continent’s strongest men in one place and wage war alone. Those who fell under his command were like mountains.

However, even though the number of kills was quite high, it did not violate the rules of the Transcendents, so the existing Transcendents did not bother to interfere.

However, the thoughts of the young transcendent being who was newly born at that time and would later be called ‘Master’ were different.

───Looking at your actions, it seems like you’re pursuing a truly worthless ideal. It’s so trivial that it’s not even worth understanding… … So I’ll stop here.

The duel is one-on-one.

In the space agreed upon, Sandir swung his spear like lightning, and the young Transcendent charged forward fiercely, wielding countless weapons.

The result was a crushing defeat for Sandhir.

However, he was not killed, but was instead crippled by his entire body being mangled. This was because the young Transcendent One left him there and left.

It was not a treatment of generosity, but rather a treatment full of ridicule.

After that, Sandhir staggered around, barely using his battered spear as a cane, and disappeared from the world.

It was the right choice.

With only two fingers remaining, he can’t even swing the spear properly, and with his legs not moving very well, it’s hard to change direction.

That was also the reason why, after decades, he was subdued by Baloch, who came after him, without even being able to put up a proper resistance.

Sandhir, recalling the moment when he lost his ideals, smiled slightly and opened his mouth.

“I will cure this crippled body and restore it to its prime. It is not an empty promise, but it certainly is not a good intention. What are the methods and conditions?”

“The method is a body transplant. It’s a method I obtained from the guys I recently joined hands with.”

Baloch pulled an arm out of his space bag to give an example. It was the body of a strong warrior, scarred by sword marks.

“Hmm, are you going to put that on me? I can’t quite imagine it.”

“The verification has already been completed. And this is the arm of a swordsman who once taught the four great swordsmen of the Central Continent, so it should be enough to integrate with your body. Not only other body parts, but also your aging will be the same.”

“Where did you get such great technology? So what are the conditions?”

“Accept the compulsory magic circle.”

As expected.

Sandhir shrugged.

It was easy to predict that instead of giving youth, he would fill the leash.

That’s why I answered immediately.

“You’re asking me to become a slave instead of giving me another chance to achieve my ideals? Not bad. It’s a manageable condition.”

Sandhir expressed his intention to agree.

“But before you accept, let me ask you one thing. Baloch Besias. What is your ideal? What do you intend to do with me?”

“It will cause further confusion in the already chaotic situation on the continent.”

Baloch raised his head slightly.

He looked down at Sandhir, a fellow Transcendent, with an extremely arrogant gaze.

“Through this, I will stand above all people.”

* * *

Dozens of days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Black Hour is repeatedly researching and training to effectively annihilate the main force of the Bohemian Tower.

The Society is monitoring the destination of the agent it has tracked from a great distance and is recording and reporting the log every hour.

Adrian and Isabella are also preparing for the hunt at their respective locations, while Alpha and Beta are working together at the Golem Lab.

The new year has already passed, but even that simple celebration has been postponed. The sharpened sword is already aimed at one place.

So, there were about 83 days left until the five-month deadline mentioned in the Black Hour succession ceremony expired.

Almost ready.

And Ignacia sent word to the Land of No Man. Verden himself opened the letter, which was sealed with illusions.

The writing was reflected on the wall.

“… … Exactly 23 days later, the Magical World’s Transcendentalists will gather in the Magical Nation to begin a meeting. Naturally, Bohemirn’s Tower Lord and Balok Besias will also be attending.”

The plan is imminent.

While Baloch’s nerves are relaxed, he will inflict massive damage at once. So much so that he will not even be able to control his emotions.

That’s why we don’t plan on all acting together.

Because it’s extremely inefficient.

We will be divided into three groups and move according to the appropriate location.

“First, Adrian.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“In five days, lead the first group and head to the magical city of Birente.”

Verden’s gaze turned to the upper left corner as he stared at the map of the Western Continent.

“Go and catch the Luked Maniacs.”

Adrian’s mission was to kidnap the third disciple of the Bohemian Tower.