Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 516

Episode 516 The Fence (1)

The decision to take the leadership position of Black Hour has been made. It was a long process in many ways, but the result is excellent.

In the ruined capital city, which is currently the stage for fierce battles, the wise sage, Melad, is in charge of the promise as planned.

High-ranking powers such as the Sage of Power, Osgar, Aldernis, Grave, and Ophea were dispatched as her escorts to confront Black Hour.

And Yunia and Cain are watching the overall situation from a wider perspective with the Society support forces in the rear.

'Well, I guess it's not a big problem.'

Probably, no, definitely Black Hour wouldn't dare to make a fuss.

Because Dahit confirmed it.

A transcendent being obsessed with external views would hate more than anyone else being remembered as a lowly and ugly being who broke a promise he made.

There will be a war of nerves between the two sides, but no direct friction will occur.

In addition, the guardian sage, Medrant, as the Ostea Tower Lord, is keeping an eye on the Western Continent Tower Union in case of an emergency.

I did not rule out the possibility that there may be some sympathetic figures who want to track down Black Hour, who has withdrawn from the front lines.

Of course, the Magic Towers will be satisfied with their victory in the all-out war and will not move further. They have gained enough.

We are not the type of people who would readily step forward and take on unnecessary losses, even if others take the lead.

'anyway.'

Between the powers scattered across the continent, an organic network of connections has been formed thanks to the communication devices developed by Alpha.

The moment an unexpected problem occurs on one side, everything moves, from nearby places to distant places.

'Variables have been minimized.'

Now all that remains for Verden is to build up the necessary power.

It's not just me.

His plans for the future include what happens after the end of the War of Usurpation. It was extremely calculated to set the date of the Magic War in winter.

“Did you call, my lord?”

In the uninhabited forest of the ownerless land───Verden summoned Adrian and Isabella to his personal place where he usually tested his magic.

“Once the dwarven facility is completed, Gharun will begin manufacturing weapons in earnest. But before that, I have some advice for you.”

Two people listened.

“Don’t depend on it.”

Unique weapons created by the legendary dwarven blacksmith using dragon claws and dragon ribs.

Of course, they cannot be compared to Verden's [Interis] due to their different materials and owners… … but it is clear that they will be completely different from normal artifacts.

A dramatic increase in power is a given.

That's why you have to qualify yourself.

As Gharun usually says, if the owner is swayed by the weapon, there is nothing more disgusting and poisonous than that.

“If we’re just talking about the realm, you guys are pretty close to the realm of transcendence. Adrian in particular. But I don’t know how you can get any closer to the path of awakening.”

Unlike wizards, the conditions for transcending those who have awakened the energy are not clearly known, and Isabella has the special characteristic of being a heteromorph.

At least within Verden's knowledge, there was no other way. It was similar to the case when he, a semi-transcendent being, had wandered for a while.

“So there’s only one thing I can do here to help you directly.”

Verden activated the magic circuit.

“Come at me.”

Adrian is growing gradually, as if climbing a steep mountain.

The fact that he was unable to handle Verden's second magic sword, which had become a transcendent being, and cut down Dahit's unique magic head-on was proof of this.

'What Adrian needs now is not meditation or general training, but the experience of fierce battle against a strong opponent.'

On the other hand, the magic of erosion pioneered by Isabella was certainly powerful, but had clear limitations.

While it is possible to easily take away the power of life and death from beings below a certain level, it is very vulnerable to beings of the same level or higher.

If you can't break through the opponent's magical resistance, magic becomes useless.

'Of course, Isabella's sharp eyes make up for some of her weaknesses, but it's still not enough. Her realm and level are still not in harmony. The best way is to strengthen her basic magical abilities to overcome her weaknesses as much as possible.'

Unlike Adrian, Isabella doesn't dream of transcendence, but she also sincerely hopes to become stronger.

Both of them lost their families because they failed to protect themselves and were defeated. They understand deep down how important strength is.

A practical enhancement of Adrian and Isabella's capabilities.

Verden was the perfect fit for that role.

Isabella put a hand on one hip.

“I understand what you mean… but is it okay for you to spend time with us before the final battle with Dahitsu?”

“I have plenty of power. I also have some magic to test.”

Verden took out a book and showed it to me.

Guardian Sage──A 7th-tier magic book borrowed from the Ostea Magic Tower.

Information about 7th-rank magic is strictly controlled by the magic community and cannot be obtained legally, but the Magic Tower is an exception.

Of course, the leak was never easy… … .

Medrant Keden decided that he was willing to go to such lengths to help the Transcendent who had successfully obtained the [Eternal Hourglass] at the risk of his life.

However, completely separate from Verden's understanding of magic, he lacked the basic knowledge to learn even one of the highest-level enchantments belonging to the protection series, so he needed to receive all the related books.

I recently finished reading it.

“Oh, really? You should have told me earlier. If it would have helped you, I wouldn’t have asked.”

Whoa whoa whoa.

Then Isabella opened her magic door and her eyes flashed.

“Is it okay if I give it my all?”

“I won’t give up.”

Adrian slowly drew his sword, making a soft metallic sound. It was the most durable sword in Verden's subspace.

Verden held [Interis] in one hand and shook it up and down lightly.

The inspector and the magician who received the signal simultaneously fired their sword skills and magic.

[His Majesty Verden. Record.]

Alpha sat in his own audience, his one eye shining brightly.

The body of the palm-sized mini golem, which has been remodeled, has the core of a memory golem that has been successfully reduced to the limit, transplanted and connected.

In other words, it means that Alpha can arbitrarily record the situation it sees without having to carry around a separate, difficult memory golem.

After you finish recording, just replace it with the core of another memory golem and you're done.

To put it very simply,

[Very good performance. Satisfied.]

Alpha, who had completed the so-called Memory Mini Golem, took in the sight of Verden, who was relentlessly pressuring Adrian and Isabella.

In this way, Berden would periodically repeat quite brutal sparring matches, and in his remaining time, he would concentrate as much as possible on rest and meditation.

It was during that time.

Rebecca of the Society, who was filling in for Cain and Junia, suddenly poked her head through the door.

Her emerald short hair swayed.

“Excuse me, we have a guest?”

From the eastern part of the Land of No Man comes a broker, Serlo Broden.

* * *

“This is the work you left me.”

Serlo had become somewhat accustomed to the presence of the Transcendent One, who was moving so quietly that it gave him goosebumps.

But I didn't relax.

It was the cautiousness of a former Obsidian-class adventurer and a person of the shadows.

Clang.

After Verden had listed dozens of pages of documents in the air, he read through the dense information written in neat handwriting.

It contained the life of a ruler who ruled the western lands of the ownerless.

Verden calmly scanned the contents and stored them in the subspace.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

"thank you."

If it had been before, then Serloh's current situation was not so miserable.

Instead of learning the background of the ruler, you are paid a reasonable price. So this is not an order, but a request.

Serlot, who had started off badly because of his dealings with the Confederacy, felt deeply relieved as he felt his treatment gradually improved.

Then, Verden asked.

“What happened to the natural golem?”

“Ah, yes. I tried asking around through the Adventurer’s Guild, but I haven’t found it yet. It’s a very hard-to-find variant… I think it’ll take some time.”

“Contact me immediately if you find it.”

“I will be careful not to be subjugated even once.”

Verden is also always considering Alpha's research for Beta.

'By the way, I've confirmed that there aren't any particular problems with the ruler's past… … I guess I'll go and take a look while I'm at it.'

There is no reason to postpone it right now.

Now is the time.

[Confirm short-term travel.]

Verden took Alpha to the western part of the No Man's Land.

In preparation for an emergency, the <Gate> would not be used, so it moved at high speed. As the speed passed the reference point one after another, three halos were created in [Einver].

Verden dashed through the sky.

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* * *

The reason why Adaine, the largest city in the West, has long been considered the safest city in the Land of No Man is simple.

At that time, unlike the East, the West was not a place where power was dispersed but was concentrated in the hands of one ruler, and he resided there.

[There are many citizens.]

Alpha, whose body has become transparent, looks around and whispers.

Verden walked through the middle of the market, surrounded by a <veil> that obstructed any outside perception except Alpha.

[City name: Adaine. Means independence in ancient language. Personally, I think the meaning suits it.]

“That’s definitely true.”

Unlike the chronic desolation of the unclaimed lands, Adaine is rich and leisurely, even more so than the north, which is growing thanks to Verden.

It was an atmosphere that could be created because the ruler who had ruled this place for a long time believed that it would never be invaded or overthrown.

Thud, thud, thud.

Patrols armed with long swords and armor walk through the city without a single smile. They are soldiers who maintain order according to the laws set by the ruler.

Despite his somewhat threatening appearance to the general public, people do not hesitate to greet him.

“Alpha, what kind of personality do you think the lord who rules this city has?”

[Information summary. Judgment of the ruler. The attitude towards the inside and outside is completely opposite based on the fence he built. Pia's identification is clear. He appears as a cunning snake on the outside, and a prestigious king on the inside.]

“You have the same opinion as me. So I plan to meet you in person and decide.”

Verden looked up at the ruler's citadel before him.

“Shall I strike the snake’s head, or prepare a jar for the snake?”

* * *

At the center of the ruler's citadel is a special prison. It was mainly used to detain people around the ruler, not criminals.

“…….”

There was a ruler before him.

He was sitting on a wooden box, the tip of his beloved sword resting on the floor, his hands clasped around the hilt, and he was deep in thought.

A young man's voice was heard.

“……What do you want to do?”

A wizard, locked in an iron cage with his limbs bound, leans against the wall and snarls with a sinister gaze.

The only son of Diamun Matapju, 'Albert Windyrobe'.

“What on earth is your purpose? Why have you kept me locked up for days?”

“…….”

“Don’t just look at me, tell me! If you’re going to hand it over to Diamun Tower, then hand it over quickly!”

After Diamun Matapju and his first disciple were murdered by Dahit, two factions were formed in Diamun Matap.

One side supported the second disciple who had already proven his abilities.

The other side claimed that the son of the Magic Tower Master, who was more talented than the second disciple but had a lower level of skill, was qualified to succeed to the Magic Tower Master position.

Here the ruler intervened and secretly assisted the second disciple.

The intention was to obtain confidential information on the unclaimed lands, including the disputed territories that Diamun Matap, who supported the Confederacy, would have.

The Confederates noticed along the way and did the same to the second disciple, but they paid no attention.

As a result, the conflict within the Diamun Tower intensified, and due to the second disciple's elaborate scheme, Albert became separated from the elders who supported him.

The ruler succeeded in capturing the guy who was left alone like that.

Because half of the leaders of the Magic Tower, including the Magic Tower Master, died overnight, the Diamun Magic Tower was currently not normal in many ways.

Anyway, now that I have handed over Albert's body to the second disciple, I can decide who will be the owner of the Diamun Tower… … but I'm hesitating.

This was because he had received a warning from the divinity of the Eastern Continent to remain still.

If it were his usual self, he would have laughed and ignored it, but this time it was an exception.

───If you're not careful, you'll die.

A warning from the mercenary king who met the divine in person.

His face was clearly filled with tension, having been to numerous battlefields as if they were his home.

Swish.

The ruler who had not made a decision again walked silently. Albert, who could not stand it any longer, shouted in anger.

“이 개새끼야!”

“Tell them to be quiet.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The guards, on command, entered the prison and gagged Albert.

Ugh!

The ruler, with his nervous struggles behind him, headed to his audience room. The huge door opened to welcome his master.

Finally, the door closed.

“……!”

Suddenly something caught my senses.

As the ruler raised his gaze, an unfamiliar voice pierced his ears.

“I heard that when you have nothing else to do, you mostly spend your time sitting on the throne. You seem to be very busy, Your Majesty.”

Someone is sitting on the throne.

The hem of a pitch-black robe seemed to brush across the upper part of the field of vision.

intruder.

Before he could even see his opponent's face, the ruler, whose thoughts were in a straight line, immediately drew the sword at his waist and charged.

[As of now, there is a 3% chance of dialogue. We are looking for an appropriate solution.]

Alpha, who had been looking around the audience room, made a rational judgment as he watched the ruler rushing towards him at a fierce speed.

[If correct, it is resolved.]

Is it because of what I saw and learned from Verden?

Alpha was getting closer to the truth.

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