Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 372

Episode 372: Belief

“What? Lord Dalehin is dead? I haven’t heard any rumors of a land war.”

“It’s not that he was defeated in battle and executed. According to the report from the subordinate who was sent to watch over Dalehin, he was killed by just one person.”

Normally, one person would struggle to handle two and unable to handle three, but exceptions do exist.

A being who can overpower hundreds of people with just his body is called a strong person in the world.

“Even though Dalehin is a new lord who hasn’t properly established his power, he is still worthy. Didn’t you say that Regalo is planning to join you?”

“Are you talking about Meng Jin? That ignorant Su-in? Huh, I guess he offered quite a lot of money.”

“Actually, Regalo met Dallehin. They even had a meal together. And then he lost his head along with Dallehin.”

“……What about the evil spirit?”

“You guys probably know that name.”

After a brief pause, he continued speaking.

“Asher, the deity of the Eastern Continent.”

The reaction was extremely violent.

Those who were listening could not hide their shock, opening their eyes wide and gasping for breath.

I quickly drank some cold water and cooled down the fever that had suddenly risen in my body.

“……Why did he go to an uninhabited land? Why did he leave the Eastern Continent in the first place?”

“I don’t know. If there’s one thing that’s obvious, isn’t it obvious? There’s no place more free and convenient than an uninhabited land for a powerful player from another continent to grab a piece of.”

“Well, that’s true.”

It is not uncommon for powerful figures from other regions to confidently set foot on unclaimed land.

If you are strong enough, you can take over territory, and you can become a noble or a king regardless of your social status.

Slavery, slaughter, domination… … .

This is the land where you can do things that would be condemned in other places without any hesitation.

However, only a very small number of those who came that way survived.

When numerous powerful people come together for vested interests, conflict is bound to arise.

Also, the reason why ownerless lands are created and maintained is because the interests of countries around the world are aligned.

This land has no owner.

Because the world doesn't want it.

No matter how much of a warrior or magician you are, if you run wild relying only on your own strength and background, you will end up dying on this earth.

“The other name for the Divine is the Tyrant of the Dark World, so he will surely reveal his ambitions. He will surely disappear naturally like before. He says he caught the undead dragon, but it would have been impossible without the help of the Saint of the Church of Luas and Dark Warton.”

“But the problem is, isn’t it possible that we’ll be finished before then?”

“That’s right. And at this point… judging from the fact that the Divine attacked Dalehin, there’s a possibility that he’s in collusion with Arane. I don’t know what kind of deal they made, but it’s the worst case scenario for us.”

“That’s right. We also showed that we wanted to covet Arain. What a shame. Ugh.”

The sigh just gets longer.

Suddenly, an irreversible, potential danger appeared.

But I can't just sit there blankly and get eaten.

As always, we have to find a way to survive.

They owned land, but in the end they were no different from tenant farmers who had to live off the land.

“First, let’s meet the Lord Arain and the Divine. Right now, we shouldn’t be discussing things on the table, but rather, we should first find out what kind of person the other person is.”

“That would be good.”

“Hmm.”

The three lords who had decided on this nodded their heads.

* * *

There was still quite some time left until we heard from Gargant.

In the meantime, Verden took some time out of his day to go for a walk.

Under Kayrel's guidance, I took a close look at the barren streets of Hyeon Arain, and through various explanations, I learned a little more about how the ownerless land flows.

Kayrel asked, hanging her coat on a hanger.

“I’ve mostly just talked about what I know, but is there anything else you’re curious about?”

Verden shook his head.

Maybe later, but there was nothing to ask right now.

“I see? Then, if that’s all said and done, can I ask you a question?”

"what?"

“When are you planning on revealing your identity? You don’t even show your face, as if you’ve put on some kind of gold.”

Recently, rumors began to circulate that Dalehin had died.

It wouldn't be long before Verden's impression, or even his name, would become known… …but not yet.

Adrian whispered.

“Keirel is the type of person who can’t stand being curious. The saying that curiosity killed the cat is exactly right. It’s amazing that he’s been able to hold out yesterday and today.”

“Can you hear everything?!”

Kayrel, her cat ears twitching, picked up the cup and threw it away.

Adrian, who accepted him gently, naturally poured him some water and drank it.

“Oh, that unlucky bastard… So when are you going to take off that shabby robe?”

It was awkward at first, but after a few days, Keirel was treating Verden with his usual attitude.

Verden stroked his chin.

'I didn't really intend to keep it hidden.'

The purpose of hiding their identity was to avoid unnecessary commotion and to keep their route unknown to anyone.

And now that the auction house registration issue has been resolved and I have a city, there is no need for that anymore.

But that doesn't mean… … doesn't it seem a bit awkward and strange to suddenly take off your robe and introduce yourself?

So I was glad that this kind of place was created.

Hwaak.

Verden kept the worn-out robe in subspace.

His true colors were revealed.

"uh."

Keirel blinked with his mouth open as he saw a face that was much more normal than he had expected.

The water she was pouring overflowed the glass and flowed outside.

Verden didn't stop there.

He summoned a giant bone on a wooden table and showed it to Keirel.

“……What is that?”

“Something to weigh on Ignacia’s scales.”

Are you going to register at the auction house?

Keirel, his eyes shining, approached cautiously and examined the bones closely.

I glanced at Verden's expression and tapped him hard and hard to check the strength and hardness, and listened to the sound.

Keirel tilted her head and licked her lips.

“These are really strange bones. Hmm, judging by their shape, they don’t seem to be of a human race… Are they materials obtained from some kind of alien species?”

“Dragon.”

“Ah, dragon.”

Kayrel nodded and then turned her head away.

Her pupils dilated. She raised her hand slightly as she looked back and forth between the keel and the verden.

“Can I ask you one more question?”

"of course."

“Is your name Asher? The wizard who is said to be the most famous in the Eastern Continent?”

“I don’t know about the latter.”

So, that meant the former was correct.

Kayrel's tail went down.

A heavy silence fell.

She was at a loss for words, but then she turned her gaze to Adrian.

"Who's bringing it. It's a crazy man."

"therefore……."

“Fuck!”

* * *

After revealing his identity to Caelel, Verden spent time in the room in the lord's castle that Liam had provided.

This was because there were preparations that had to be made before the auction began.

<Welcome>

Magic takes shape.

After a while, a clone of the same shape as the main body was created.

He kept it and wore the [Projection Crown] on his head.

A circlet received as compensation from Tersau, the secret treasury of the Republic of Veldirn.

A special and rare magical item that can project the caster's consciousness onto a magical clone.

Sruk, I closed my eyes and activated [Projection Crown].

As I opened my eyes, feeling something stirring inside me, I saw myself wearing a circlet on my head.

'After doing it a few times, I'm slowly getting used to it.'

I didn't get to practice much because there was a cooldown period, but since my magical power manipulation ability was at its peak, I was able to adapt very quickly.

Verden, who had become a clone, kept clenching and unclenching his fist.

It's not awkward anymore… … but as expected, my senses are duller than usual. It can't be helped.

[Projection Hall] had limitations, so it was not possible to use its original abilities.

'The magic available is up to 5 levels.'

Separately, it is impossible to strengthen the physical abilities of a clone with magic.

And the speed of magical calculations is reduced by half, and the amount of magical power held is incomparably small compared to the main body.

Of course, the abilities of the artifact you are wearing cannot be reproduced, and neither the magic eye nor the magic sword can be reproduced.

There are many limitations in many ways.

'Instead, the advantages are just as great.'

Since the distance over which consciousness can be projected is considerable, one can control one's clone at will from a distance.

Also, the clones are so sophisticated that even magicians have a hard time detecting them.

In fact, it has already been proven, as he has deceived the eyes of Warlord, Regrit, and the fourth servant, Kaecillus.

But Verden had no intention of being satisfied with that.

After finishing his practice, Verden erased his clone and stored [Projection Crown] in a subspace.

Then he opened the magic gate.

Infinite possibilities unfolded.

At the same time, a high level of concentration was added to fully implement magical control.

The magical power gathered together according to Verden's will stirs.

Soon, it began to take on a human form.

A clone of a much lower level compared to the <Welcome> from before… … .

It didn't even have a specific appearance or shape. It was just a clay figure that naturally gave off a sense of discomfort.

But what's notable is that this crude clone looks completely different from Verden.

A clone that creates illusions of others.

It does not exist in the original hierarchical magic.

This is creation, a part of the stem that extends from the branch of magic.

In terms of the magical world, it is a derivative magic of magic.

‘… … It’s not easy because it’s a Buyeo series.’

Since Verden specialized in elemental magic, the difficulty was considerable.

However, there is no need to hesitate or waver because it is difficult to endure.

Because it was my self-imposed goal to complete the Magical Other before going to Gargant.

Verden was firm.

Knock… knock… knock… .

I worked hard to create a clay replica that was more detailed than before, even shedding large beads of sweat.

I felt a deep sense of fatigue creeping in, and I committed the current progress to memory.

I released the magic and took a quiet breath.

For now, the process is going smoothly. Suddenly, I looked out the window and saw dawn.

I took a quick shower and went outside to get some fresh air.

I didn't bother to go far and settled down on the top of the castle.

“…….”

A street scene with the light of torches blooming everywhere, not from magical items but from other places.

Apart from the fact that it is a rather inconvenient city to live in, it is actually quite a sight to see.

Then Verden said, feeling a familiar presence approaching.

“What's going on?”

“I came here to get some fresh air. There’s no place higher than here in this city.”

“I think there’s something else going on.”

“That’s true.”

Adrian, who had passed Verden, sat down on the edge.

It was very likely that he would fall, but there was no way that Adrian would get hurt by that level of impact.

Adrian, who had been staring at the city for a moment, asked nonchalantly.

“Do you plan to rule this land, my lord?”

Verden asked back blandly.

“Why, does it seem that way?”

“I thought so, seeing as you revealed your identity when you caught Dalehin. Isn’t that right?”

"well."

Verden shrugged.

In this way, he did not explain his thoughts in great detail.

Because what I wanted was not to be a puppet or a blind follower who only followed orders or walked a set path.

I hope Adrian thinks hard, makes his own choices, and finds his own answers.

Because the path to growth is open to Adrian as well.

Verden leaned his upper body back.

At the same time, he placed one hand on the back of his head and lay down comfortably.

“As I said before, I have already decided on the direction. It’s like the process of drawing a picture. However, I am wondering if the picture I have completed according to my current ideal is really what I want….”

“So you’re saying we need to be confident about the results?”

“It’s the ultimate assurance that encompasses everything. It’s not a big deal. After all, nothing is perfect from the start. It’s a natural concern.”

To achieve perfection, many trials and errors are necessary.

Just as there is no set fate in the world… … .

There is no process that fits perfectly mechanically from the beginning without any errors.

At least that's what it was like for Verden.

“But this time, when I tried coloring the sketch myself, I gained a little more confidence.”

“What kind of certainty is that?”

Verden gazed at the stars hidden in the dark sky.

As the gray clouds passed, a star shining brighter than the crescent moon became clearly visible.

“I am right.”

A belief that everything is contained in the path you walk.

It was truly an unwavering belief.

And a few days later, an invitation arrived.

The callers were local lords.