Genius Wizard Breaking Limits - Chapter 566



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Episode 566: The Second Word (1)

Bright, sparkling eyes.

An innocent impression.

A youthful appearance and slender physique that would not make her look older than her mid-teens even if she were hit a lot.

“Uh… … Do you know each other?”

“… … This isn’t our first meeting.”

In response to Isabella’s question, Verden answered and stared at the girl.

Yeah, I’ve seen it.

It was the first time I met him at the entrance of the inn while working on a request from Pale, an information dealer in Cohen, the Duchy of Liviant, and before setting out to find Harkan Dazest.

I remembered having my fortune told by a girl on the desolate streets of Cohen.

Clearly the name.

“Aisha.”

“Yes, that’s right! The wizard used his magic to keep the ice cream from falling, and grandma even told the wizard’s fortune. Hehe, hello, wizard!”

Aisha is confused.

It’s self-evident.

The girl was very clearly aware of the existence of Verden.

A pure gaze that nonchalantly ignores the that no one, including the transcendent, can completely see through.

‘how…….’

No amount of insight will resolve the question.

Aisha is ordinary.

There are no magical abilities whatsoever, and no other noticeable or special features are detected.

Just in case, I also checked [Einver]’s function, but as expected, there was no problem with the Demon King’s artifact.

Adrian and Isabella, who realized the situation belatedly, opened their eyes wide.

“My lord.”

“I know.”

Verden walked forward, knelt on one knee, and matched Aisha’s eye level.

The girl’s focus also moved to follow him.

“The last time I saw you, you were on the Eastern Continent, but this time you’re on the Western Continent. You’ve come a long way.”

“My grandmother has been traveling and telling fortunes since long ago, so she is well-versed in geography. I lived in the Central Continent until I was five, then I met a wizard on the Eastern Continent, and then I crossed the Central Continent and came to the Western Continent. And I came to Downt a few days ago… … Originally, I was planning to leave as soon as possible.”

“You were trying to leave?”

“That’s… … I have a feeling that the future is going to be terribly ominous… … .”

Aisha glanced around while rubbing the back of my hand.

An area that has become a wasteland.

The streets that Isabella and Adrian had not touched were in ruins, and in the underground shopping malls, citizens were brutally murdered.

This was the scene that minimized the damage.

Aisha, who had been sending a gloomy gaze, turned her head again to face Verden. Her bright green eyes sparkled in contrast to her black hair.

“But you know, I felt like I had a really, really good future ahead of me. And I didn’t have the means to go anywhere else. So I stayed in Downt, and then I saw the magician flying around the alleyway shopping district! I chased after him with all my might, but I’m not good at running.”

Aisha took a deep breath.

“Then I heard people screaming, so I hid over there. And then when I came out, I saw the wizard! Oh, by the way! Grandma is in a safe place up north! She might be looking for me by now.”

Although it was a bit disorganized, it was an explanation that was sufficient for others to understand. It was Aisha’s best effort.

Verden lowered his gaze.

‘It’s not enough to simply say that someone is sensitive or has good intuition.’

It is impossible for a person who is neither enlightened, nor aware of magic, nor imbued with faith, to sense a transcendent being.

Even if it’s a coincidence.

This is especially true for girls who have not yet become adults.

What could be the cause?

‘… …a fortune teller.’

Suddenly, Berden remembered Aisha’s grandmother.

A fortune teller who partially predicts a person’s fate, gives advice, and receives a fortune.

It is up to the customer to decide whether or not to follow that advice, and to guide them towards their destiny.

This is a profession that derives from ‘fatalism’, the belief that everything is predetermined.

‘Although fatalism is a theory that I absolutely deny… … if we look at it objectively, it is not that it has no substance at all.’

After all, Harkan Dajest, the first member of Black Hour, used to see glimpses of the future by reading the astronomy.

Naturally, these teachings were passed on to his disciples, but unlike Harkan, Dahit Wesroel did not learn how to foresee the future, regardless of the amount of knowledge he had.

The same was true for Verden, who inherited those memories in their entirety.

So what qualifications does someone like Aisha’s grandmother or Harkan, who can see into fate, have?

In the name of talent, as they say?

“… … .”

Fate.

It keeps getting stuck in my throat.

The World Tree has mentioned it several times, and the resister───the Golden Anvil who worshipped the first Demon King, and that word seems to be related to the Great Demon.

While his reflection was deepening, Verden interrupted his train of thought with a strong will. It was not the time to consider such fundamental providence.

‘Anyway, what should we do?’

Aisha identified Verden, and who came to Downt and what happened must not be officially revealed.

Of course, it was unlikely that Aisha would speak out on her own, and even if she did, who would believe her? However, Verden was not the type of person to let go of uncertain factors and leave it up to others.

Above all, the future that Aisha felt… … as a transcendent being and a magician, I was deeply curious about that superhuman phenomenon.

There is no reason to neglect it.

On the other hand, there are many reasons to intervene.

I chose it.

“Aisha, is there anywhere else you can go besides Downton?”

“Where to go? No! Normally, I would have traveled somewhere else, but my grandmother isn’t very good at fortune telling these days… … .”

In short, it meant that there was no money in hand. Aisha pursed her lips with a sullen expression.

Verden said.

“Then let’s go together.”

“Yes? With the wizard?”

“Okay. If you don’t want to, that’s fine… … but if you follow me, you won’t be hungry.”

To be honest, Aisha’s appearance was more shabby than neat.

Dusty skin.

Oily, shiny hair.

Even the slightly thin face.

It was evidence that they were eating only a few meals, but not eating a full meal.

“Uh, uh, Grandma told me not to follow strangers… … Is it okay for you, Wizard? Can Grandma come with me?”

“of course.”

If you take only Aisha, excluding her guardian grandmother, it is considered kidnapping.

“Then let’s go!”

Aisha was persuaded.

It wouldn’t be difficult to convince the girl’s grandmother.

“I’ll bring Aisha’s family. Now, come here.”

Isabella lifted her hood slightly and smiled faintly. Aisha’s eyes sparkled at the sight of her beauty.

“Yes! Pretty sister!”

“You have a discerning eye. Want some chocolate?”

“thank you!”

Omnyumnyum.

Aisha took exactly one-third of the chocolate, saying she had to give the rest to her grandmother who gave her food at every meal.

Then Isabella showed Aisha a bunch of snacks from the small bag she had on her waist, and Aisha forgot her hunger.

Seeing the two people walking through the ruins holding hands from afar, they looked like sisters.

Alpha said.

[Gluttony’s third fang, Beldoran, secured. Additionally, two mind-washed people were destroyed and two companions were created. Overall objective achieved.]

and.

[City-state, down 23% destroyed.]

The sudden terrorist attack in Downton resulted in hundreds of casualties and property damage.

Even though it was a fleeting engagement.

So the short day ended.

* * *

The place where Sandhir and his party arrived after returning from Downt was filled with darkness. They walked after a single ray of light.

Not long after I left the cave, Angelo came looking for me.

“… … How did securing Beldoran go?”

“Gluttony’s fang missed. And as you can see, we lost two men.”

“The explanation is short.”

Phage crackling.

A flash of light flashed across Angelo’s skin, demanding more details.

No matter how much the call was engraved, it was rare to see someone show such an oppressive attitude towards a transcendent being.

‘It’s quite bright.’

Sandhir looked at Angelo, whose eyes were dazzling, as if he were a tempting prey… …but he did not express his base desires outwardly.

I have met a prosecutor who is much brighter and will shine even brighter.

“A third party, who was also after Gluttony, intervened. There were three of them. Two of them were a sorcerer and a swordsman, and the latter was at the peak of his power.”

Sandhir added.

“And the remaining one is a transcendent being.”

“… … !!”

“I don’t know exactly what it is because I haven’t encountered it directly. I can only say that it is extremely dangerous. Well, this is enough of a summary of the results.”

He whispers as he passes by Angelo, who is unable to contain his embarrassment.

“Take me to Baloch Besias. Report back directly.”

The strange flow of the Bohemian Tower that does not flow as intended, the appearance of an unknown transcendent being whose identity and intention are not revealed, etc.

Sandhir Payen was enjoying the situation.

* * *

Aisha and her grandmother were left in the northern part of the Land of No Man. Liam Arlane and Keirel would take good care of them.

Curiosities like fortune telling and fate were questions to be answered later.

The aftermath of the situation, including the search and destruction of any transplants that escaped or remained in Downt, was left entirely to the Ark.

Secret organizations specialize in covering up the truth and doing things quietly.

And although he did report that he had captured Gluttony’s third fang, he did not hand it over.

Because I haven’t gotten the information yet.

The listener seemed to hesitate for a moment, but soon agreed. After all, Verden was also a member of the Ark and he was the one who had made the contribution.

Of course, the report will go to the upper part of the ark.

Kuung.

Prison of Black Hour.

Beldoran was assigned to a secret room not far from where Luked Maniacs was imprisoned. The limbs of the creature were completely restrained by the function of the Great Hall.

The overflowing life force was almost completely depleted after the battle with Verden and the transfer of minds, with only two red shards left.

Cold chains imbued with advanced magic bound Beldoran’s arms left and right, and even blocked his ankles, forcing him to his knees.

Across from it was Verden.

“In Downt, you were blurting out things that weren’t asked, but now you’ve become quiet.”

“I have become a prisoner, so shouldn’t I be subject to the situation? But why are you planning to interrogate me? If I reveal any secrets, I will be torn apart cell by cell by Gluttony’s fragments. I could kill myself right now if I open my mouth.”

“Before that happens, I’ll just blow your mouth off.”

“Oh, that’s scary.”

Beldoran moistened his dry lips.

There is no fear visible.

Gluttony’s stomach harbored a little bit of that feeling.

‘What changed in your mind while you were helping Adrian?’

Well, whatever the case, there’s no change to the plan.

“Human experimentation, trading, Bohemian towers.”

“… … ?”

Beldoran blinked at the words suddenly listed.

Bam!

In an instant, Verden tightly covered Beldoran’s mouth with his right hand, burning his tongue and vocal cords to prevent him from spitting out unnecessary words.

at the same time.

An associative process that occurs reflexively through hearing, one of the five senses. This is how memories related to the previously mentioned words are brought out.

In return, Verden brought out scenes from the training he had been doing as a routine for the past three years, without being able to specify anything in particular.

‘… … is visible.’

Bohemian Tower Master talking to Beldoran, who wrote the double.

Informal trading.

To the ultimate goal that Gluttony seeks to achieve through the Bohemian Tower.

‘Ha, so this was their goal?’

It was a truly absurd and gluttonous ulterior motive.

Hung.

At that time, as the resistance grew stronger, the flow of shared memories slowed noticeably and soon stopped.

The end of .

It’s not a lot, but I’ve got the gist of what I want. Whether it’s information deeply related to the Bohemian Tower or Gluttony’s intentions.

It was at that moment that Verden was about to release the magic and take his hand off.

I felt a tremble inside me.

───… … What a strange magic. Sharing each other’s memories.

Beldoran’s will was transmitted through the medium of his mind.

An unexpected situation.

However, there is only one variable that causes it.

“Is that the brain’s superpower?”

───I guess so. Gluttony’s brain is in charge of not only physical reactions but also the center of the mind. Hmm, this should be able to free me from the influence of Gluttony’s fragments.

The whispering becomes stronger.

───How about we talk some more?

The corners of Beldoran’s eyes drew a curve.

Kwajijijik!

Verden tightened his grip. Adding the pressure of gravity, Beldoran’s lower body, which was burned by the flames, was crushed to pieces.

“Turn it off, uh… … .”

“Don’t you dare suggest it.”

Verden, his eyes shining coldly, placed his hand on Beldoran’s head again.

“I ask the questions.”