Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 619



To escape, you must first be trapped

Even the wizards were stubborn about black magic. No matter how much I asked for a lawyer or how much Shay said, it didn’t make a dent in their resolve.

“Oh, that’s right. Ceremonial magic is a type of black magic that uses one’s own body as a sacrifice. I forgot.”

“I forgot too! No, I didn’t learn anything other than ceremonial magic in the first place!”

I didn’t want to become a warlock either! If you think about it, the military that taught warlock magic as ceremonial magic was the bad one!

“Just wait a moment. If you find Elisha and explain the situation, she’ll be able to come out. Until then, just rest a bit.”

Shay finished speaking beyond the bars and left me like that. I screamed alone inside the bars.

“Take it out! Where can you find something like this, even if it’s Umin!”

“The interview ends here. Woomin, follow me.”

The Security Bureau wizard grabbed me roughly and dragged me along. I was tied up with ropes and was unable to resist the force.

The security wizard who dragged me to the special room grumbled as he roughly threw me into the room.

“Ha. It’s Rankart again? Last time you brought a qigong-using Umin. This time, a black magician. What on earth does he think of this floating castle?”

“What about black magic! If all you’ve learned is black magic, then you can use black magic! What’s the crime in that!”

“What crime did you commit? That was typical of your foolishness. That’s why you learned dangerous and meaningless magic like black magic.”

If there is one good thing about the wealthy ‘chosen people’, it is that they never omit explanations. The ‘chosen people’ wizard spoke as if he was teaching the fool.

“To use my body as a sacrifice, I must first make my body into a ‘catalyst.’ I must create a passage for magical power to flow so that I can cause phenomena. In other words, all black magicians are homunculi that have modified my body.”

“Body modification? What kind of conspiracy is that…!”

Oh, right. Biometric terminals. At what age do military citizens get the procedure to implant a biometric terminal into their wrists?

Damn it, military. What have you done to me?

“A warlock who uses my body as a catalyst is like a walking explosive. How would I know what kind of magic he would use with my body as a catalyst? If he sneaks up on me and uses evil magic at the cost of my life, even a wizard cannot guarantee his life.”

“I have no intention of using that! To begin with, my magical power is so small that even if I use black magic, I can only use everyday magic!”

“How can I believe that? There’s no way to know unless I dissect your body and cut it up.”

If I could use tactical magic at the cost of my body, I would have done it a long time ago! I don’t have the ability to do that!

“Furthermore, the magic obtained by touching taboos reaches its limit at the level of a tactic. If that isn’t foolishness, then what is foolishness?”

There are many types of magic in the world and many ways to classify them, but the most widely known classifications are as follows:

Phenomenon level. Magic that reproduces the simple phenomenon itself.

Everyday level. Magic that is processed by weaving together phenomena so that they can be used in everyday life.

Combat grade. Magic that can harm an opponent in combat, not everyday use.

Tactical grade. Magic that has the power to deal with multiple humans or tactical weapons.

Strategic grade. Magic on par with the military, which can change military doctrine on its own.

And war grade. A great magic that can cause or suppress war depending on how it is used.

The military has roughly assigned numbers to them, classifying them from level 0 to level 5, but in fact, it is closer to renaming the original concept. Even if you name it, only one general has reached level 5, and even that seems a bit exaggerated, considering that only the scale of magic has been recklessly increased.

Even the strongest magician in the military empire would pale in comparison to the Magic Federation.

“White magic is more sophisticated, more systematic, and more powerful. Every magician living in the floating castle can use strategic magic. Unlike black magic, it doesn’t cost one’s life.”

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Warlocks use their own bodies as catalysts, but human flesh is not really a very valuable catalyst. It’s just easier to use and casts a little faster.

So, a black magician can never become great. Even the so-called military magic officers have their limits in tactical magic.

But that is the position of the chosen people of the Federation of Magical Islands. In a military state where the majority of people are untalented and ordinary, even power that has reached its limit is a very sweet fruit.

“This was something I was forced to learn from the military! If I could learn white magic, I would have learned it!”

“That’s why you survived. It’s because you didn’t use black magic of your own free will. But whatever the reason, the fact that you’re a black magician doesn’t change.”

The Security Bureau wizard gave me a look of mixed contempt and pity, then said as he magically locked the iron bars.

“The Warlock says it’s one of two things. Either burn your body as a sacrifice, use a single spell, and die, or find someone to sacrifice instead.”

The wizard tapped the iron bars, giving a soft warning.

Then, magical power swirled around the iron bars and my body floated into the air. I tried to struggle, but I couldn’t find anything under my feet or at my fingertips.

Gravity barrier? I can’t touch the floor or the ceiling like this. Even though I try to swim, some kind of force keeps pulling me to the center of the prison. It’s like I’m stuck in the middle of an ant pit.

“Wait a minute! What happens to me?”

The Security Bureau wizard spoke without even looking at me.

“After the investigator interrogates you, I will banish you from the floating castle. You will regret your foolishness as you feel the mystery that your magic will never reach.”

What, banishment?

…is it okay?

The Security Bureau wizard said that and left. Left alone in the special management office, I carefully examined my condition.

Okay. I was locked in solitary confinement as intended. The anti-magic barrier is sealing my magic power, but it doesn’t actually harm me. This body doesn’t have any magic power to begin with.

The problem is this gravity barrier. It’s simple, but surprisingly tricky. Since my body is floating in the air, I can’t even use Gonkigong. It would be different if I had something to grab onto, but right now I’m hanging in the air and can’t move.

Heavy handcuffs are on, and there is nothing to grab onto. It is a prison where you have no idea how to get out. This is the floating castle of the Magic Federation.

“Shut up.”

First, let’s take off the handcuffs. The card is in my pocket, but if I can’t take it out because my hands are tied, I can’t show off my magician business card. I touched the clip that was pulled by my waist and legs, and a card popped out. I moved it slightly and put it between the handcuffs.

The handcuffs that flow with magic are wrapped around my entire hand. If I try to force them open, the magic will work and my hands will be crushed. I have to take them apart to safely remove them, but that is a technique that only suits my weak past self.

“Elixir.”

I used the Alchemy Demon to replace the handcuffs entirely. The heavy handcuffs were shattered into cards of the same mass. The magic engraved on the handcuffs crushed my hands.

“phew.”

My hands regenerated as if they had never been there before. I took off the handcuffs and looked up and down with my eyes.

There doesn’t seem to be any surveillance. All I can see is a solid iron bar. However, the problem is not the iron bar, but the gravity barrier that prevents me from reaching it.

I can’t stop it, and I can’t escape it. I stretch out my hand, but the more I stretch it out, the heavier my arm becomes. I throw the card, and it flies through the wind, stops as if caught in a net, and then returns. I tilt my head back to dodge, and the card flies in the opposite direction and repeats the same movement.

“Ahem. So that’s the structure.”

I can’t step on the ground, I can’t grab anything, and if I throw something, it bounces back. It’s like I’m trapped in an invisible bottle.

But… if you come back.

“Lightning bolt.”

I held the heavy handcuffs with a lightning bolt and spun them around. When the rotation reached its peak, I threw the handcuffs outward with great force. Just like when I threw the card, the handcuffs moved forward for a while and then gradually slowed down.

When the handcuffs finally stopped, I pulled them back with force. The handcuffs shot back and went to my other side.

A little further than before.

“If energy is conserved, then if you keep swinging like that, you’ll eventually be able to get away.”

I pull the handcuffs at the right time. Each time I do, the handcuffs move further. The handcuffs, which vibrated slightly more loudly like a swing, suddenly fall off without returning.

It has escaped the gravity barrier.

“Whew. That much? Then.”

The 9 of Spades shone through the gap in the fallen handcuffs. I used the card to call upon the power of another demon.

“The tree of origin.”

From the pattern depicted on the 9 of Spades, roots grew. The lush roots took root firmly throughout the prison.

“Ugh!”

I pulled hard, using the handcuffs that had taken root as an anchor. If I keep applying force like this, I will be able to escape the gravity barrier… .

While I was exerting all that effort, I realized one mistake.

“Oops! I was weak!”

There’s no way I can escape the gravity barrier with my meager power! I should’ve just sent my body out with that plan earlier! What should I do? Should I change the plan now?

“Ugh. Something feels missing… Huh?”

While I was thinking that, the direction of gravity that was pulling me changed. I had escaped the gravity barrier. I hit the floor with force and muttered while touching my cold head.

“What? Is it worth doing?”

It’s not as bad as I thought. Can I get out of it with my poor arm strength? It’s more like an exercise machine than a barrier.

… No. That’s not it. Hmm.

If you can get out of the gravity barrier, it won’t be hard to escape. You can cut the iron bars with a card, and pick the lock roughly. You just have to get out of the security office.

“Gaia Ego.”

Most of the floating structures are made of meteorites. Although slightly foreign, meteorites are also rocks. Having escaped the security bureau by digging a hole using geomancy, I woke up not far away.

“Whew. Escape successful.”

The floating prison was difficult, but it wasn’t enough to confine me. Feeling satisfied, I wiped the dust off my face and thought about what to do next.

“Let’s see. Now what we have to do is….”

Well, there’s no need to think about this. What would I do in this foreign land called Bu-sung? I muttered with a cool smile.

“Rancart. I have to go meet this son of a b*tch.”