Episode 52
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The three circles surrounding Leonard’s heart began to rotate. And Dale held his breath as he watched the stream of blood-red magic energy pouring out of Leonard.
A waterfall of red magic pouring out like a dam that has burst. That is definitely not something a 3rd circle magician can create.
Unless you have at least Dale’s level of talent.
‘Overclocking… … .’
An act of a wizard accelerating his circle rotation rate beyond the threshold he can handle. As a wizard, it is no different from a backstabbing.
In addition, the bracelet made of ruby crystals on Leonard’s wrist. Although its identity is unknown, there is one thing that is certain. Leonard Walter does not have the ability to handle that artifact.
‘I’m going crazy because of the artifact’s rampage.’
The existence of that artifact must have had a significant impact on Leonard’s strange state in the first place.
Dale clicked his tongue and accelerated the circle of his heart. The black and blue magic combined and swirled like a vortex under Dale’s feet. Overwhelming Leonard’s red magic that far exceeded his threshold through overclocking.
“how……!”
The professor and the students could not hide their shock at seeing that sight.
For wizards, it is not difficult to predict the RPM (revolutions per minute) of the circle based on the amount of magic power generated.
Did the eldest son of the Saxon family really achieve the level of the 3rd Circle? Even if it was the 3rd Circle, was it really something he had built up through diligent practice? Furthermore, was the rotation speed of the circle exceeding 100 rpm? … For those who could not shake off such doubts in the face of talent beyond the standards, Dale was finally putting an end to their doubts.
The average circle rotation rate of a typical wizard is 300 rpm.
For those considered talented like Leonard, it’s around 1,000 rpm. Even with overclocking and forcing the circle, it doesn’t even go over 2,000 rpm.
however.
3,000 rpm. That was the speed at which Dale’s first circle was spinning and generating horsepower. A literally ‘ridiculous amount of horsepower’ was swirling around Dale’s feet. It was also a black-blue horsepower that mixed the dual properties of blue and black.
The essence of cold and refined darkness.
Seeing that sight, everyone there could understand.
The eldest son of the House of Saxony, Dale, was not without his reputation.
“How on earth… … ”
Leonard laughed in vain as he continued to accelerate the circle through overclocking. No matter how hard he struggled, a huge wall that he could not overcome was blocking his way.
“Give up and throw away the ‘artifact’ immediately.”
Dale said.
“If you push it any further, it will become irreversible.”
I couldn’t stand that expression that seemed to be looking down on me.
“There is nothing that can be undone!”
Imperial Court Count ‘Walter the Bloodthirsty’… … As the eldest son of the proud Red Tower Elder, everyone around him praised him as the most talented magician in the Empire.
‘Ah, this is it. I’m really looking forward to your future as a wizard!’
Even the world-famous Marquis Yuris couldn’t help but praise Leonard. Even the Red Tower Lord, the Bloody Duke, had high hopes for his talent! That was Leonard’s pride and self-esteem, and furthermore, it was his ego itself.
The only thing that exists in the Red Tower is the law of power, and Leonard possesses that very ‘power’. That’s why he was able to reign as the king of the Academy, and furthermore, he was guaranteed a path to success as an elite of the Red Tower.
──That should have been the case.
This world is unfair and absurd. And Leonard has always been on the ‘winning side’ in that unfair world.
That was until the ‘young eldest son of the Saxon family’ appeared before Leonard.
The embodiment of absurdity.
“Don’t make me laugh!”
He infuses the magical power that is being generated excessively through overclocking into his bracelet. Walter the Bloodthirsty’s artifact, the ‘Flame Chain’.
“It’s me, I am the greatest genius in the empire!”
Leonard shouted in the midst of a whirlwind of emotions. The bracelet began to glow, and the red magic swirling around the area began to take on a ‘magical form’.
It was a chain of flames whipping from all directions like a whip.
Chains of flame. My heart feels hot as if it will burst. But Leonard doesn’t care. I have talent. And I have the ability to handle this artifact. I won’t collapse here. Brainwashing myself like that, the chains of flame swung together.
However, the chain of flames that swung like a whip was extinguished. It was blocked by the black magic swirling under Dale’s feet, and it was fleeting.
“Why would an enemy wizard put out his own fire so easily?”
“… … !”
Dale laughed as if it were someone else’s business.
By freezing the ‘molecular movement’ of the entire region to a near-standstill, the very prerequisite for a flame to ignite was blocked.
However, no matter how skilled a blue magician is, it is not as easy as one might think to extinguish the flames of an enemy magician. It was only possible because Dale had a clear mental image based on his ‘knowledge of the other world.’
Because heat is merely a measure of the ‘intensity of molecular movement’ that makes up a substance.
“… … How dare you!”
In the first place, a red magician who has accumulated experience on the battlefield will never easily extinguish his flame. Even if he does not have accurate knowledge like Dale, he will never neglect to maintain his passion to keep the flame alive in any situation.
However, the opponent is not a regular magician or purifier of the Red Tower.
Because in the world inside the well, I’m just a mere idiot whose ego is inflated by empty compliments.
Moreover, magicians do not perform magic with the premise of being active on the battlefield. The act of performing magic and the practice of ‘using magic on the battlefield’ are separate things.
In that respect, Leonard could never be Dale’s match.
“It’s not too late.”
So Dale continued.
“At this point, give up and throw away the artifact.”
I didn’t really expect the other person to listen to me.
“You’re starting to feel sick and can’t stand it anymore, right?”
But even now, after overclocking, Leonard’s heart must be writhing in burning pain. Perhaps he doesn’t have the strength left to persist any longer.
“Ugh… … !”
Indeed, Dale’s prediction was correct, for Leonard’s heart was screaming in burning agony.
Dale’s only mistake was that Leonard’s pride was not as easy as Dale thought.
The Red Tower’s ideology is close to brainwashing, and the true nature of those who believe in order through power without question. For them, being weak is ultimately no different from denying their existence.
In the midst of an unmanageable full accelerator, out of control of the circle… …the rampant mana engulfed Leonard’s consciousness.
For a moment, the world stopped.
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“… … !”
He looked around. Leonard knew the place.
Every wizard has a world of imagination built up through his thoughts.
──Because this was ‘Leonard’s world’.
The world of enlightenment. The abyss of thought.
“ha ha ha…….”
And in this situation, it could only mean one thing. That’s why Leonard burst out laughing. He put his hand on his chest, feeling the ‘other ring’ around his heart.
The fourth mana ring. A token of the 4th circle.
“I did it, I did it!”
In his own world, Leonard burst into laughter. At the age of twenty, he had reached the realm of the Fourth Circle! If this isn’t the ‘Empire’s Greatest Talent’, then what is it? Leonard thought endlessly.
It was just then.
Hurrruk!
Leonard’s world began to burn, engulfed in flames.
A hellfire that seemed like the end of the world was engulfing his world.
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“… … !”
Dale gasped in shock at the unexpected turn of events.
Leonard Walter’s body was burning, along with a fourth mana circle newly added to his heart.
It was something even Dale hadn’t expected.
The act of ‘breaking down the wall itself’ by hitting yourself with all your might, just like Dale did when he reached the 3rd circle level. However, Leonard did not have the ability to do that stunt.
As a result of the forced accumulation of the 4 circles, the world of ideas was going wild.
Ironically, the disaster that happened to Leonard was because he was ‘talented’.
Magic is the power to superimpose imagination onto reality, and when that power is uncontrollable and runs wild, it means only one thing.
‘The erosion of reality in the world of ideas’.
The scenery of the area was distorted and fused with Leonard’s ‘world of ideas’.
The world was on fire. It was as if it was trapped in a barrier and isolated. Even the students and teachers of the top departments of the 3rd Circle were caught up in it.
‘Things are starting to get a bit tricky.’
Dale clicked his tongue inwardly at the sight.
‘That won’t make any difference, right?’
I thought as I looked at the ‘shadow cloak’ disguised as a black surcoat. It was they who were causing a threatening outburst without permission, and Dale’s actions were purely ‘self-defense’.
It was just then.
‘I have to show that f*cking kid.’
‘The fact that I, Leonard Walter, am the greatest genius in the Empire.’
Just as Dale had previously created a resonance between Sepia and the world, Leonard’s running wild voice and emotions were flowing into Dale.
A feeling of a huge wall that could never be overcome… … blocking Dale’s path. An indescribable sense of despair squeezed his heart. The weight of the ‘Black Prince’ felt from Leonard Walter’s perspective.
It was the despair that Dale’s enemies had felt in front of Dale up until now, and Dale bit his lips softly at the feeling.
As with Sepia, a sense of unease that threatened to destroy Dale’s composure came over him.
An indescribable, gigantic wall was blocking Dale’s path. It was the first time he had felt ‘Dale’s wall’ from the perspective of someone else.
Those facts that I had passed by without thinking much about, turned out to be like a knife stabbing me in the back.
Nevertheless──.
‘Was this all there was to it?’
Faced with an insurmountable wall of despair, Dale sneered coldly.
“Even the world’s ‘black prince’ is not as great as you might think.”
He thought back to the enemies he had defeated in his previous life. Monsters beyond his standards that could not even be described as strong. And as the imperial hunting dog, he was the one who had hunted countless monsters beyond his standards.
Dale, who has come face to face with the abyss of monsters, is not the type of person to be shaken by this level of resonance.
He looked at Leonard Walter and his world burning right in front of him.
Nothing would change. After looking at it, I muttered indifferently as if it were someone else’s business.
“What do I know?”
