Genius Wizard Breaking Limits - Chapter 568



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Episode 568: Zhu Xi (3)

Tough but constantly shaken.

It’s lost its balance.

Ennet’s first impression when she came to her senses was like soft metal. The sword was strong, but the hand holding it was weak.

She nodded slightly, backing herself into a corner.

“Let me greet you for the first time, Transcendent One───one of the monarchs who rule the continent. I know your name, but I think it would be rude to say it so carelessly, so please understand that I am calling you this.”

“Do you remember me?”

“Yes, I remember. The fact that the monarch not only wiped out Elder Hiram, but also the unofficial laboratory itself with black salt. The experiments I was subjected to when I was kidnapped to the Bohemian Tower… … All of it. I saw it, heard it, felt it.”

A strong and firm tone, like that of an old-fashioned knight. Just as I’ve heard.

‘Brave, Ennet.’

Her stubborn attitude, which relies on a huge sword as her main weapon, has been mentioned in the knowledge. Source: Osgar, the Sage of Power.

The amount of information accumulated by the War Lords of the Arnak Empire is enormous.

But… … even her strong determination was not enough to cover up the slight trembling in her voice.

It is unclear whether this is due to resentment over being subjected to an unofficial experiment or to other experiences.

‘Not yet.’

So from now on, I plan to find out through conversation between us.

Verden put his weight on the empty chair.

Adrian guarded his lord’s back, keeping an eye on Ennet’s sword.

Verden said.

“Then I guess you don’t have to tell me what I want.”

Ennet, who was bound in a magic circle at the time, witnessed the scene in which Hiram, who was hit by Verden’s ‘anger’, was engulfed in black flames and disappeared without a trace.

Of course, there were questions about Subject 77 and so on… but she ignored them because they were not important to her.

Kwak.

Ennet hugged the sword in her arms a little tighter. Even though the blade touched her skin, no blood flowed.

“… … I know that my lord has saved my miserable life. Kindness for kindness, resentment for resentment. Having been taught in this way, I do not intend to pay the price of my life with words of gratitude. Please speak. I will answer all that I can.”

Stubborn sincerity.

Ennett declared that she would actively respond to questions. She was similar to Beldoran, but her personality was completely opposite.

‘Then where should we start?’

There is no need to consider the order, as each question has a different topic.

The conclusion is the secret of the Bohemian Tower.

“I recently confirmed that some test subjects have been brainwashed by the magic circle of the Bohemian Tower. What are their purposes?”

I’m not asking if they were subjected to some kind of unofficial experiment. What I want to know is what they exist for.

“they…….”

Ennet licked her lips.

“It is a kind of magical weapon created by Balok Vesias, the Bohemian Tower Lord and the all-powerful transcendent one.”

* * *

Ennet was one of the victims of biological experiments that were sealed away in Baloch’s personal laboratory, and like the other test subjects, was subject to mental brainwashing.

But it failed.

Because she was excommunicated from the Transcendent Master, a severe ban was placed on her.

The Master’s unique aura, which bound existence beyond the physical body, allowed the call to be engraved on the body.

However, he stubbornly refused to take control of his mind or directly interfere with his thoughts.

Ultimately, the disposal was done as scrap.

Ennet, like Adrian, was to be cleanly erased from the world after her usefulness had been exhausted.

However, the plan was never put into action due to Verden’s intervention.

“The mind control and thought bias that Your Majesty knows about. Eight test subjects, including me, were the subjects. And seven of them, excluding me, succeeded.”

She took a deep breath.

“Their characteristics lie in their strength and unrestricted operation. Each of them uses their own specialized thinking to maximize their capabilities, and while thoroughly carrying out given orders in a planned manner and in response to variables… … There is no trace of a connection to the Bohemian Tower, and above all, they are flawless in that they have the means to issue orders remotely without contact.”

A bioweapon without a trace.

Even though Baloch uses mind control, aka brainwashing, to destroy innocent cities, massacre citizens, and kidnap people, no one can reveal that the villain is Bohemirn Matap.

Just like in Downt.

“And in relation to that, there is a command I heard unconsciously… … .”

“What is it?”

“The destruction of Kernadel, the underground prison.”

… … !

The destruction of Kernadel had already spread quickly through various media, including newspapers. Verden had heard the news not long ago.

It was a natural thing.

It was not uncommon to hear of prisons supported by the Luasian Church and its neighbors being artificially destroyed.

Moreover, the situation was very serious, as it was expected that the loss of life would increase further due to the death row inmates and long-term prisoners who had regained their freedom.

‘But that was Baloch’s doing?’

why?

Verden crossed his arms.

“What is your purpose?”

“I didn’t hear. I was transferred to another laboratory right after that… … However, there is one entity that Your Majesty must be careful of. Unlike other test subjects like me, he was specially sealed away───”

Intuition worked.

“Are you talking about the Transcendent?”

“… … Did you know?”

“We came into contact by chance a while ago. And there was a brief fight. I wasn’t the one involved.”

Verden nodded backwards and pointed at Adrian.

“Anyway. Even though there was an engagement, we haven’t been able to figure out what it is. There’s no clues other than the fact that it’s a transcendent being who wields a spear. So I’m asking, do you know anything about that transcendent being?”

“Yes… … That’s right. In addition to sensing a presence similar to that of the monarchs, I have heard about their appearance in the past.”

She squinted her eyes.

“Jinyeon, Sandhir Paen.”

This is the first time I’ve heard of tinnitus.

It was an extremely unfamiliar name to both Verden and Andrian.

Ennet added.

“He is a transcendent being who was active about a century before the present era.”

* * *

“I heard that Sandhir Paen was notorious at the time because his active period was very short, but he is not a well-known Transcendent being in the world today, even though many years have passed. There are records of him, but it is not something you would know about unless you look for it deeply, sigh.”

Ennet covered her mouth for a moment and let out a dry cough. It had been a long time since she had raised her voice so much.

Sigh.

When Adrian handed her a glass filled with cool water, she silently thanked him and quickly took it and drank it.

After giving Verden a moment to catch his breath, he continued the conversation.

“What kind of transcendent being is Sandhir Paen?”

“So, let me tell you about his life… … It all started when Sandhir Payen was young, when slavery was rampant, and he was sold into slavery to be used as a spectacle in the arena.”

The struggles of slaves who hope to be freed if they kill their rivals who came up on stage with them and achieve victory.

It was the entertainment of the citizens and the refined pastime of the wealthy.

But something strange happened.

Young Sandir picked up a crude spear and pierced the lungs of the slaves in the arena, completely annihilating them.

With hands that are neither sharp nor calloused.

“As per the agreement of the arena, Sandhir could have sought freedom and escaped slavery at any time, but he did not do so. He did not try to escape his status as a gladiator, nor did he avoid the battle that came his way. He simply killed and killed like a lowly gladiator when given the chance.”

“Is it because of the pleasure in killing?”

“No, on the contrary. Sandhir Paen lacked most of his emotions. The common emotions were vague and he had no sense of guilt.”

A congenital mental illness.

“That’s why he instinctively yearned for the emotions he didn’t have. He enjoyed killing the other gladiators who were burning with the desire to survive for their own reasons. When parents and children emerged as gladiators, he would kill the children first to draw out the anger of the parents.”

“… … .”

“Then one day, when Sandhir, who had suddenly killed all the people involved in the arena and disappeared, reappeared… …he had experienced an awakening and had become a transcendent being. And he had resumed his past antics in earnest.”

Sandir travels the continent, seeking out creatures of interest, and after making them challengers for various reasons, he draws out their sincerity.

Until that moment when emotions run the most intense.

By killing the challenger before the boiling heat could gradually die down, Sandhir satisfied his desires like pouring water into a bottomless pit.

To witness more and more intense emotions, to feel them indirectly, and to subdue them with my own hands.

That was the ideal that the transcendent being called Sandhir Paen held.

Verden tilted his head at Ennet’s brief and clear explanation.

“… … No matter how I look at it, it seems like I know too much more than what is recorded in history. And that too about the Transcendent One from 100 years ago.”

“That’s because the one who stopped Sandhir Paen’s progress was my master, or rather, the transcendent being who was my master.”

Master.

A transcendent being known to be able to freely manipulate countless weapons in existence in the world.

However, this title of Master has naturally been transformed to mean respect in all aspects, including not only strength but also character.

His original nickname was Weapon Master.

She lives in seclusion in her ruling realm, the ‘Temple’, and does not engage in large-scale activities, but quietly trains many disciples and exerts her influence on the world.

“… … .”

Stories about Master Adrian are common and have been heard throughout the world.

I have encountered that disciple in the past and even had arguments with him. In the end, no direct friction occurred.

Adrian, a commoner who did not hesitate to speak informally to the king and beat up insolent nobles, really went out of his way.

anyway.

‘Sandir Paen. I expected it would take quite a bit of effort to figure out what kind of transcendent being he was, but fortunately, it’s definitely better than I expected.’

This confirms the variable.

It’s still a huge stumbling block, but now that we know who it is, we can figure out a way to deal with it.

Moving on to the next question.

This one was as important as the information about Sandhir Payen.

“Do you know where Baloch Besias’ personal laboratory is located? Tell me anything, even the smallest details.”

“Well, it seems like I have seen quite a few clues, but it is difficult for me to say anything based on my knowledge. So I recommend that Your Majesty look at my memories for yourself.”

She was the first to suggest the that she had done to Elder Hiram. Naturally, Verden could not refuse.

“Okay.”

Ennet carefully laid the sword on the bed and stepped out of the corner.

Verden stretched out his arm as he sat down and placed a gentle hand on her head.

“Recall as many related memories as possible.”

“yes.”

The memories that Ennett recalled flowed calmly like a stream in the forest.

Ennet is trapped in a test tube, and then moves to an unofficial laboratory that Verden had destroyed after the experiment was confirmed to have failed.

Although it did use space travel as a means of transportation, the complex magic circle used was something I had never seen before.

‘Is this Baloch’s unique magic circle that only specifies the coordinates of his personal laboratory? It’s extremely complicated. It’ll take some time to completely interpret and reproduce it.’

With his unique magical understanding and obsession, Verden studied the Transcendent’s magic circle deeply and deeply for many years and devised a method to destroy it.

In this process, it was a natural growth that other magic circles could be more easily neutralized or used against them.

Even for Verden, the new magic circle created by Balok Besias, who is considered the pinnacle of magic circles, is difficult to understand.

If you open the magic gate and destroy the core, then it’s okay, but if you analyze it thoroughly and try your best to copy it exactly, then there’s no guarantee.

Well, don’t worry.

Because it’s something I’ve done over and over again.

“By the way, Ennette, there’s something I’m personally curious about.”

“yes?”

“Why were you excommunicated?”

Enette swallowed her breath.

Judging from the reaction, it seemed that they were gripped by a primal fear rather than embarrassment. It must have been the inexplicable fear that Verden had seen in Ennet’s eyes and that Melad had felt.

After choosing her words for a moment, she slowly opened her mouth.

“… … The Master allows his disciples to decide on their own personal beliefs and empowers their will. He believes that establishing one belief and living by it for one’s entire life is the way to become a transcendent being and, above all, the right way to live.”

Ennet’s belief was ‘spirit’.

The determination to stand up to those you define as enemies to the end without surrendering.

In fact, her heart became harder than steel as she followed the milestones she had set for herself, and her sword skills became even sharper.

“If you violate the beliefs, you will automatically be excommunicated. The standards are set by you. And I violated the standards I created. As a result, the Master’s energy that had been a source of strength was transformed into a terrible prohibition, and I was forever unable to use the arts.”

It was after that that I was kidnapped by the Bohemian Tower.

Lost and helpless, she was captured without even being able to properly swing her sword, much less put up a decent fight.

“The wick doesn’t look so fragile. What on earth did you see?”

“… … The great city, Gargant.”

Gargant?

Verden and Adrian focused their attention on the word that suddenly came out. Ennet tried to hold back her trembling hands.

“Gargant is dangerous. To be exact, the beings there… … .”

“Are you talking about Ignacia?”

“The outsider is truly a capricious and fearsome being, but even if I had made her my enemy and ended up being brutally murdered, I would never have put down my sword and given up. But that is.”

Ennet’s mind began to waver and tremble unsteadily.

At the same time, as soon as the content about the personal laboratory ended, the scene of memory changed. A dark alley between densely packed buildings somewhere in a large city appeared in Verden’s vision.

“… … A large-bodied man with an extremely wretched appearance.”

There is a beggar sitting on one side of the alley.

Although he was wrapped tightly in rags, his body size was different from that of an ordinary person, and it was impossible to hide it.

The white beard visible on the outside provided a clue to infer his age.

“A fanatic who preaches the faith of the Luasians.”

───Oh, Luas.

The old man was praying, muttering the name of Luas over and over again. The golden crucifix around his neck jingled.

“By chance, on the road, the moment I met him, for the first time… …! I don’t know why. I felt despair, something I hadn’t felt even when I was learning the Master’s intricate swordsmanship that seemed to have no end.”

An old man turns his head leisurely.

It was at that moment that the darkness lurking beneath the hood was captured in Ennet’s eyes.

“… … !!!”

Verden glared and immediately pulled his hand away.

An unfamiliar sensation ran down my spine.

‘……what?’

I can’t understand why they stopped .

It was an expression of instinct that even Verden did not perceive.

Ennet’s throat twitched.

“I don’t know about him. It’s clear that he is beyond my ability to describe. There’s only one thing I can say for sure.”

Their eyes crossed.

“To your lord… … to your benefactor, beware of Gargant.”

Ennett spoke firmly, imprinting the warning on her mind.

* * *

As the war with Black Hour resumed, the Western Continent Magic Tower Alliance was on edge.

Because you never know when or where the death wizards will appear.

The wizards deployed on the front lines had to live in fear every day. The presence of a transcendent being directly involved in the war caused extreme mental pain to many.

Even if you’re crazy about magic, the fear of being killed is hard to shake off.

On the other hand, there were those who were filled with fighting spirit.

This was the case with Robelin, who was in charge of the fourth squad of Baloch’s direct forces to counter Black Hour.

But contrary to my heart, I couldn’t move as I wanted.

Because rumors were rife that Black Hour was targeting Baloch’s disciples.

“ha.”

Robelin was practically imprisoned in the tower.

The higher-ups say that thorough protection is necessary and that magical abilities need to be thoroughly checked overall.

It was nothing special.

As a disciple of the Transcendent One, it was always a matter of proving one’s accomplishments.

But today was different.

“Robelin, the Lord of Matap has something to give you.”

The highest elder, Tilon Nargar, summoned Robelin to the upper level of the tower.

Reunion, close.