The Magician’s Youngest Son Chapter 79
1 minute 1 second is precious. For at least a few years, you have to look forward and run. Larsen is Lydia. And she headed to the ‘Hunter’s Grave’ with Mi-Rang.
Two days passed like that.
Lydia seemed to have washed away the pain to some extent. At least outwardly. Her life was burning in her heart, but she was rather cheerful on the outside.
“Is there anything tasty in the hunter’s grave?”
Mirang’s ears perked up at the word ‘delicious’. Then she said in a stern voice.
“The thing that tastes the best is human.”
Larsen shook his head.
“Don’t go anywhere and say things like that.”
“why?”
“Because now the rulers of the world are humans.”
Since ancient times, humans have made remarkable progress. In particular, humans who belong to the world’s three great families and their equivalent forces have a strong power that even the Keumho Tribe, whose ‘God’s restrictions’ have been lifted, cannot overcome.
Mirang smiled.
“These people are not human. They are irregular.”
“Irregular?”
“Those who are out of the ordinary. But think about Larsen. How many irregulars like that exist in the world?”
In an instant, Larsen realized what he had been missing.
‘As a writer, I described the world from the protagonist’s point of view.’
A world where the protagonist meets. The world the protagonist experiences. It’s obvious, but it’s a world centered on the main character. He was born in Seide, a famous swordsmanship town, and the people he interacts with are all superhumans. So when you read a novel as a reader or writer, it seems that only superhumans exist in that world. Because the world shown in the work is just there.
Mirang snorted.
“Humans rule the world? Then, why can’t so many people in the unprotected area live as rulers right now?”
“… … .”
I heard it and it is true. Cha Seong-min set up 70 percent of the world to live in unprotected areas.
“Among the humans living in the reserve, how many percent do you think can kill me, or even shake me off, when I decide to hunt?”
Even Larsen doesn’t know exactly. It can be seen that it is rare among ordinary people.
“Humans do not rule the world, but a small number of irregular humans seem to rule the world. Because they are too strong.”
“You are right.”
Larsen was not stubborn either. There was nothing wrong with Mi-Rang’s words.
“I’m a human too, but it’s uncomfortable if you keep treating humans as prey in front of them.”
“why? I didn’t mean to eat you.”
“anyway.”
Mirang frowned slightly as if she didn’t understand, but then nodded.
“But, well, if your friend is uncomfortable, you can’t do that much.”
“thank you.”
He decided that if he wanted to go out with Mi-Rang, it would be better to have Mi-Rang crack down on his mouth. Because it can cause trouble here and there for no reason.
Lydia, who was looking for an opportunity, asked again. As if Lydia didn’t feel any sadness, she said with an exaggerated smile.
“So, is there anything tasty there?”
“doesn’t exist.”
“Then what is there?”
“Capacity Potion.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a special potion that increases the limit of the circle.”
“I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
It has not yet been revealed at this point. However, a strategy was later discovered by an explorer. Although it is now almost abandoned, it will later be transformed into a popular spot in the novel. It’s a place where ‘capacity potions’ are continuously given as long as certain conditions are satisfied.
Seven days have passed since the unfortunate incident in Hailan. Larsen’s party arrived at the ‘Hunter’s Grave’. It was an abandoned cemetery in the wasteland.
Mirang frowned and pinched his nose.
“It is a place that is not managed at all. I come up from the ends of the earth, a rotten corpse.”
It was a smell that Larsen and Lydia could not sense.
Caw! Caw!
Crows flew in the sky.
There were quite a few tombs, many of which had been dug up.
Large and small stones were scattered here and there, and weeds that had lost their vitality were growing waist-high.
Lydia stuck right next to Larsen.
“It looks like a ghost is coming out.”
Larsen looked around with his Cheonan activated. There was nothing special about it. Abandoned Cemetery. Just like that. Cheonan interpreted various information and passed it on to Larsen.
[Fire Stone Piece]
[A tombstone made of fire ore.]
There were a lot of stones called ‘hwagwangseok’ in this place, and it seems that these stones were used to make tombstones and tomb fences and sculptures.
Even that is now all smashed and scattered here and there.
Cheonan continued to provide information.
[‘Firestone’ is a mineral that ancient humans used to make fire. When stones are rubbed against each other, sparks are generated and sparks are formed. However, with the development of flame-type magic and spiritism, the fire ore has degenerated into a product of a forgotten civilization.]
Lydia asked.
“Where is the capacity potion?”
“I’ll have to look for that.”
Some more time passed.
“Don’t you have any capacity potions?”
“There will be.”
More time passed.
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“There is no capacity potion!”
“there is.”
Time went on. It was already evening.
The sun was setting and a cool breeze was blowing. It was very slight, but I felt like I was rotten.
“Lassen. i’m scared What if a ghost comes out?”
“It’s too late, so let’s sleep here tonight.”
“You sleep here? why! I don’t like it here. Why do you sleep in the grave?”
“That way you can get the capacity potion.”
“… … .”
After procrastinating for a while, Lydia finally asked.
“Did the capacity potion taste good?”
“I don’t know.”
“If it doesn’t taste good, you will resent Larsen.”
The sun had completely set. The temperature difference between day and night was large and it was quite cold. Lydia, who had an exaggeratedly bright appearance, occasionally lost herself in her thoughts, and then she regained her senses and laughed and repeated, but somehow she seemed to keep her composure as much as possible.
Lydia asked.
“Lassen. Can’t we light a fire?”
“no.”
“why?”
“Dangerous. If you light the wrong fire, this place might explode.”
I’ve never made a detailed setting called ‘Hwagwangseok’, but I put in a setting called ‘You have to wait without making a fire’.
With that setting, it seemed that this world had placed a mineral with a special setting called ‘Hwagwangseok’ here.
‘Soon it will be 12 o’clock.’
It was 00:00 in the morning. The point where the end and beginning of the day meet. At that moment, Larsen felt a shady wind. The wind kept blowing. Wind with a certain direction and strength.
‘An unnatural wind.’
It is an artificially created wind. The wind continued to blow. Mirang, who was sitting on the floor, stood up and put her palms on the ground.
“Can you feel the vibration?”
“I know.”
there is vibration Something is approaching from afar. The surroundings are quite dark.
Miraang said.
“The tree is walking.”
It was about 10 meters in size. walking tree. This tree is called the ‘tree man species’.
An entity with much tougher skin and strength than humans. It is an individual that can survive only with water and sunlight without any special food, and is a species that can live as a tree when it wants.
“Neither of you react.”
Wood races are usually docile. However, once they get angry, they are also a people whose temper can be relieved only by devastating the surroundings. This ‘Hunter’s Grave’ was set up by Cha Seong-min, and Larsen knew best how to attack here.
The tree came right in front of me.
“You have guests tonight. My body was itching for some reason.”
After spending more than 6 hours in the ‘Hunter’s Grave’, this wooden race appears at 00:00 in the morning. Of course, when I didn’t light a ‘fire’.
“Humans would have felt cold at this temperature. Why didn’t you light the fire? Aren’t humans a race that loves fire?”
“I hate fire because I was burned as a child.”
Larsen lied naturally, which elicited deep sympathy from the wooden race.
“oh. Among humans, there are people who know the fear of fire.”
“Because fire is an overly terrifying civilization.”
“yes. yes. Do humans use that terrible fire casually?”
The neck race is a powerful force. health. Although they had a huge size, they were also a race that was very afraid of fire. The tree race is a race that panics and runs away at the sight of a lighted match.
“You are a pretty good guy.”
A wooden man sat on the floor.
thud!
There was a sound. The curious thing is that his hands and feet were deeply rooted in the ground. He had no idea how deep he had dug.
“I have been guarding this abandoned tomb for a long time.”
“why?”
“well? I don’t know either?”
“Since when?”
“According to my ancestors. I said my mother and grandmother guarded this place. It’s probably about 3,000 years old. But why are you guarding it? hmm.”
He thought for a long while. He seemed to suck nutrients from the ground. grumble. Rooted arms and legs swayed.
“ah. I finally remembered. I’m waiting for something here.”
“What is it?”
“It is a bone. bone. that’s right. I was waiting for the bones.”
Instantly, Cheonan was activated.
[Sudra, a tree race, was born with the mission of a gravekeeper to guard the ‘Hunter’s Grave’. The gravekeeper wanted to find the hunter’s ribs.]
The name of that wooden race is the Shudra. It was also the content set by Cha Seong-min.
“Will you find me the hunter’s rib?”
“That’s not difficult.”
Since then, countless people have used this same method to obtain ‘capacity potions’ from Shudra.
“Where are the ribs?”
“excuse me. Let me guide you. The fire smells so bad I can’t dig it up.”
Shudra led the way. Looking at the shape of a 10-meter-tall wooden giant walking, I felt somewhat intimidated.
Even Mi-Rang, a member of the Golden Tiger tribe, flinched.
“This is the tomb. Here are the ribs I am looking for.”
Larsen nodded. He took out a shovel from space. Without delay, he immediately began digging the grave.
“Lassen. Will Lydia help?”
“no. are you okay.”
This excavation must be done alone. Only then will the Shudra pull out the capacity potion. After digging the grave for a while, a coffin came out. Larsen brushed the dirt off the coffin with his hand and lifted the coffin lid.
‘Skull.’
A skeleton was visible. Skeletonically, it was not human. It was the bone of a Werewolf, also known as the hunter clan. Larsen pulled out one of his ribs without hesitation.
“ruler. this.”
The leafy hand moved and took the rib from Larsen.
“Finally I got this!”
Blue energy began to gather in Shudra’s mouth. It looks like something is being regurgitated from the inside.
Wow!
Nauseated once.
He vomited a glass bottle full of blue liquid.
“ruler. This is my gift.”
Larsen took the vial. When I looked at Cheonan, it was clear that it was a ‘capacity potion’. Up to this point, everything was obtained and obtained as desired and arranged by Cha Seong-min. If it had been the way it was, it would have been right to end it here. A lot of people who appeared in later novels also ended like this.
‘No matter how I think about it, it’s strange.’
As an artist, I set up that such a special arrangement existed without thinking. But is that really the end?
Sudras are obviously intelligent creatures. But why do you blindly want to get the ribs, and why do you gift the capacity potion when you get the ribs?
‘Cha Seong-min put in this arrangement at will.’
Because the main character will get it anyway. As long as you get it, the rest of the probability itself doesn’t matter much. It was like that for Cha Seong-min, an incompetent writer.
‘But the world won’t accept that.’
How could there be a wooden race that creates an infinite number of ‘capacity potions’? If the wood races had such an ability, humans would have captured them all and turned them into livestock that produced dose potions.
‘Something is hidden.’
It simply won’t be the end. Larsen continued to activate the Cheonan, looking around and looking around. There must be something missing.
Then, Larsen was able to find it. Small letters were engraved on the skull. Very small text that you can’t see unless you look closely.
The text was in Korean.
