Genius Wizard Breaking Limits - Chapter 548



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Episode 548: Venting Anger (2)

Elder Hiram.

As a direct subordinate of Balok Besias, he is one of the few authorities within the Bohemir Tower who can independently conduct unofficial experiments.

───The limiting hierarchy is the worst, but the magical knowledge is extremely excellent. The calculation ability and other aspects are also the same. It’s a shame that he wasn’t born with talent.

The first time Verden was taken to the unofficial laboratory in the tower.

The one who gave him the above evaluation and gave him the number 77 among the Baloch division that was watching him while his whole body was bound by a magic circle.

There is a deep ill-fated relationship with Verden in many ways.

“Three years is not a long time in a wizard’s life. But even so, neither you nor Reishen have changed much. It’s pathetic.”

There was a deep disappointment in the eyes staring at the elder of the Bohemian Tower, but on the other hand, there was also a sense of emotional anticipation.

Hiram narrowed his eyes at the gaze whose reason for the moment was unknown.

“… I don’t remember your appearance. What is your identity? How did you get in here?”

“It’s not that you don’t remember, it’s that you can’t remember. The me in your head is already dead.”

Verden lifted his chin slightly.

The shadowed face was exposed to the light of the stone lantern and became completely visible.

“Do you understand now?”

“What do you mean… … .”

I was speechless for a moment.

Hiram’s eyes, filled with alertness, began to slowly widen.

The outline of the head that was unfamiliar until just now has become familiar.

It looks like it overlaps with someone.

Except for the gray hair and the blue eyes, the facial features are very similar, if not completely identical.

“Number 77?”

A certain number that I blurted out without realizing it echoed softly.

That can’t be true.

Hiram, faced with a theoretically impossible experimental subject, shook his head and denied his own judgment.

“… Is this magic that causes individual hallucinations and auditory hallucinations based on the memories of others? I’m sure they’ve prepared countermeasures against the mental world. It seems like they’ve developed a special magic or have a related artifact.”

Hiram analyzed the situation rationally and came up with an interpretation that was close to certain.

That makes sense.

It is probably closer to the correct answer to assume that magical phenomena that are not known to knowledge interfere with the mind and senses.

In the end, it is an ignorance of reality.

Like the Rayshen Taillord who pointed at Verden and cried out that it was fake.

Phew.

Hiram tilted the staff of an old tree with a reddish surface.

Artifact [Essence of Wood Flame].

Four sparks floating in the air rotated horizontally in a circular orbit centered on the staff’s head, illuminating the darkness.

“I don’t know by what means or with what intention you dared to intrude here, but I’m sure it wasn’t with good intentions. What is your purpose?”

It’s a calm response.

There is no room for complacency.

Whatever the process, the location of the unofficial laboratory had been determined, and it had passed through the Transcendent’s unique magic circle, so it should not be underestimated.

‘It seems impossible to determine his rank, so he must be at least 6th rank or higher.’

Not only that, the magical items worn all over his body are also not ordinary.

‘Avoid fierce fighting.’

Rather than risking a fight and suffering losses, it would be best to quickly inform the Bohemian Tower of this fact and assemble the main force.

Having made that decision, Hiram looked into several possibilities.

Then Verden said,

“Hiram, I have no intention of killing you as easily as the guys upstairs.”

“what?”

“Show all your power. Don’t leave any excuses behind.”

Verden slightly nodded his chin, showing great composure. It seemed as if he was not going to bother me, so I could go ahead and do my best.

Hiram still didn’t realize what the purpose was… … but he had no intention of not taking advantage of the gap that his opponent had revealed.

He spoke as he slowly backed away towards the test tube behind him.

“I’ll wake up number 108. Keep an eye on him just in case.”

“… … .”

There is no answer.

Hiram, sensing something strange in the air, turned his head slightly to the side.

The expression on the face of Gluttony’s transplant, Coolus, was very hard.

* * *

Instinctive intuition, which consists of numerous impulses, leads to survival and reacts most sensitively to death.

Because life is the basis and foundation of all living things.

Fear is an emotion that is necessary for survival.

Hot, just right.

My teeth are clenched.

My whole body was shaking so slightly that it was difficult to suppress.

Three hearts transplanted from different high-ranking wizards pump magical power and blood furiously.

Coolus’s lungs heaved.

‘What is that wizard?’

Although he does not reveal his true power on the surface, he cannot completely deceive the artificially acquired magical sense of Kulus.

Overwhelming presence.

My instincts whispered that confronting him alone was suicide. Perhaps it was because my five senses were hypersensitive, but there was a ringing in my ears.

I tried to put my complicated thoughts aside and sort out the immediate situation.

‘He is showing strong hostility towards Elder Hiram, so it seems clear that he is at enmity with the Bohemian Tower… … .’

I don’t even care why.

If the target is Hiram, all you have to do is use Hiram as bait to minimize conflict and escape the unofficial laboratory.

As always, Kulus, who gave priority to the choice his instincts had given him, decided to take advantage of the confusion and attempt to escape.

It was shortly after that that thought changed.

Verden took his gaze away from Hiram, who was manipulating the test tube.

Eyes turned to Coolus.

“It looks like you’re the only Gluttony transplant in this lab.”

“?!”

I know Gluttony.

This means that there is only one possibility for his identity.

ark.

And not just any candidate, but a big shot, maybe even a captain.

“How did this… … !!!”

The terrified Kulus temporarily accelerated his thinking and activated his magic circuit. The flames and wind erupting from the four arms aimed straight ahead entangled.

A wave of flames, swirling with atmospheric vortices, exploded violently. Smoke obscured the view in the heated air.

Without hesitation, Kulus rushed towards the hole in the ceiling.

Verden, who had moved through space, blocked Kulus’ path. Even the flames of the 6th-tier concentrated magic did not show any trace of soot.

The eyes of the devil flickered.

The added rotational power of Interis approached in the blink of an eye.

Triple casting.

───Kwaaaaaaaang!

The moment he was hit by the gravitational wave, he was slammed straight down. Kulus’ body broke through the ground and dug right into it.

“Ugh… … Ugh… … .”

Even though I had maxed out my physical resistance with magic just before touching them, one of their hearts was crushed and one of their arms was broken.

I barely managed to clear the debris and get up. A lot of blood was pouring out from the inside of my neck.

Knock, knock.

Playback has begun.

The vitality that surged from within the body repaired the misaligned parts. It only took a few dozen seconds for the entire body to return to its original state.

Verden, who had come down to the ground, observed the proceedings with interest.

“They say that the transplant holding the red piece is exceptionally strong. That’s certainly true. It’s stronger than it looks.”

“Big.”

Coolus groaned and swallowed a large amount of blood that had pooled in his mouth.

That was the moment.

Hiram, who had witnessed a series of attacks, opened his mouth quietly.

“Gravity and space series. Even knowing Gluttony, I can’t guess what group he came from, but I understand that he has the talent to be hostile to the Bohemian Tower alone──”

“If you’re going to talk nonsense, shut up. When will you be ready?”

Despite being ignored, Hiram did not show his emotions. Instead, he took a deep breath and raised his voice.

“Get up.”

Damn it.

A large crack appeared in the test tube, and it soon shattered into pieces. Clear liquid poured out, and the wizard inside walked out.

He wore a robe bearing the symbol of the unique Magic Tower and carried a short staff, and he pushed the wet hair covering his face upward.

Only then did I see who it was.

Verden is someone I know.

To be exact, it was the appearance in Dahit’s memories.

“I heard that last year, during the war between the Black Hour and the Western Continent Tower Alliance, one of the Helion Tower’s elders was killed with his body completely destroyed. I never thought the real one would be here.”

“It’s true that he actually died. They just switched his body halfway through and barely managed to keep him alive, so they used him as a test subject.”

Subject #108, Abram Rekin.

A senior member of the Helion Tower who was murdered by Mabel Lysonia Schiller, the top executive and first member of the Black Hour.

Bohemian Tower poured the technology it had gained from its deal with Gluttony into transforming the brain-dead man into a new being.

Abram, who has lost his sense of self, is no longer a human being. He is the same as a puppet who only follows orders.

Verden frowned.

“It’s disgusting. So that’s all there is to it?”

“No way.”

Phew.

As Hiram manipulated the magic circle in his hand, a loud noise was heard from afar.

The isolation room was opened.

With him, a fierce murderous spirit swept into the lowest levels of the unofficial laboratory.

Verden’s nerves reacted.

‘Is this the 70th time? It’s a strong feeling.’

It is a convincing presence, as they say he was a disciple of the transcendent. He gradually got closer and his shadow fell on the entrance to the left passage.

A cold-faced woman appeared, making faint footsteps. In her arms was a greatsword.

Subject number 70, ‘Ennet’.

A powerful swordsman who was one of the disciples of the Master, a transcendent being who could handle all weapons, but was excommunicated for some reason.

A special test subject who had to be isolated because he was not only mentally unstable, but also extremely aggressive towards others.

Hiram, who had introduced the woman thus, added:

“The basic behavior of Subject 70 is based solely on instinct. Among them, the protective instinct is particularly strong, so it tries to kill the opponent it judges to be the most threatening within its sensory range.”

Ennet is glaring at Verden.

“… … As expected, it seems like your level is the highest here.”

Hiram lowered his gaze and activated the magic circuit with full power.

Unlike other elders of Itium, he specialized in research rather than combat, but he did not expect defeat.

I was confident that if I moved forward with Coolus, 70, and 108, I would be able to not only escape the unofficial laboratory, but also deal with the intruders.

Rising tension.

Berden, at the center of it all, looked at numbers 108 and 70 in turn.

‘Abram Rekin is completely mentally dead, so there’s nothing we can do about him… … but Ennet can probably be restored if we try hard.’

Two compulsory magic circles that have taken root in Ennet’s head and body.

It is not known what kind of reaction there will be since it is different from the structure that was engraved on Adrian, but for now, it is possible to destroy it.

Phew.

Verden stored the Interis in the subspace. When he put away his weapons, Hiram and his group looked at him with eyes as if asking what he meant.

“It’s easier to adjust the strength this way.”

Verden took up his stance, showing both his hands clad in pitch-black gloves.

A blazing pitch-black flame.

Hiram’s eyes widened as he witnessed the concept of annihilation. He hesitated in shock and let out a voice.

“That, that’s, the dark moon’s… …?”

“There’s a lot I’d like to hear from you about the experiments the Bohemian Tower is conducting. But I don’t think you’ll need that arm during the interrogation.”

Verden twisted the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t give up easily.”

He stretched his arms forward with magical power. At the same time, Hiram, Kulus, Abram, and Ennet moved reflexively.

A sharp, rushing flame exploded from the center of the lowest level.