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#009. Sector 49 (1)
The car drew a curve.
The surrounding scenery rushed fiercely toward the boy.
Meanwhile, the man who had fully raised his body jumped towards the vehicle with perfect timing.
thud!
A man barely managed to get onto the bonnet.
The impact cracked the windshield.
It was an unexpected and sudden action, but the car could not be stopped.
Ray stepped on the accelerator, scanning the front through the uncovered parts of the man’s body.
The direction was outside sector 50.
If you go just a little bit further out, you can enter the wilderness leading to Sector 49.
“This bird… I’ll kill…!”
The man standing on the bonnet shouted something at Ray.
The content was unclear due to the wind and glass, but the intense anger was clearly conveyed.
Squeak! Squeak!
The vehicle was rocked from side to side, but the man did not fall.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He started hitting the windshield with the poker he had prepared in advance, then, as if he was not satisfied, he took out another object from his bosom.
“… … !”
A black shining messenger.
It was a gun. At that moment, Ray reflexively took the next action.
I held the steering wheel with one hand.
I didn’t stop pressing the accelerator.
At the same time, he gathered mana in his other hand.
Woof.
Focus your mind and feel angry.
The gathered red mana begins to clump together into one point.
“I… you must… die…!”
The man barely managed to straighten his posture in the shaking car.
At the same time, the ‘red dot’ also moved to Ray’s fingertips.
Crunch.
Woof.
A pistol and a finger shaped like a pistol were pointed at each other’s target.
It was a moment that lasted only a few seconds.
The man’s gaze was on Ray’s face.
Ray’s gaze was directed towards the muzzle of the gun.
The moment your finger pulls the trigger.
Ray twisted his face as he turned the handle all the way to the end.
Bang─! Zing─!
The bullet passed right next to his face and went through the seat headrest.
I turned my twisted face to check the situation.
Two holes were created.
Bullet holes in the window.
A small hole of similar size on the man’s head.
thud!
The man’s body fell out of the bonnet like a puppet with its strings cut off.
I could see it moving further and further away through the rearview mirror.
“… … .”
I turned my head and looked ahead.
Before I knew it, I was out in the wilderness.
Mountains of open wilderness and piles of scrap metal.
A road that stretches endlessly along the River Elton.
However, the scenery was cracked here and there due to broken glass.
Ray searched through his storage cabinet and found a long wrench.
Jjaejaeng! Chaeng!
I swung it around and completely cleared away the broken glass.
Now the scenery looks refreshing.
I pressed the accelerator harder.
Whioooo─
The wind blowing from the wilderness cooled the boy’s heated head and sweat.
*
Ray kept running without stopping.
The car had a makeshift windshield made from glass plates found in a nearby scrap heap.
Although the appearance was a bit rough, it did not pose a major problem in driving.
I glanced at the rearview mirror.
Sector 50 was now completely out of sight.
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There is no going back now.
To sector 50. Until you have the power to seek revenge.
Ray’s lips moved as if possessed.
“…plural.”
I’ve never had any goals in life.
I lived my life rolling around like a stone.
Once thrown, it will be thrown.
If it gets cut, it gets cut.
If it breaks, it breaks.
It was only after meeting the Guldari children that I began to have a small sense of purpose in protecting them.
But the moment the children died.
The purpose of life that had been pulling Ray forward was lost.
And ironically.
The deaths of Niles and the children etched a new purpose in Ray’s life.
I’m talking about the unquenchable flame called revenge.
What to do.
Where should I go next?
There was nothing to worry about going forward.
Because this fire will always be your faithful guide.
First, I had to go to sector 49.
So I had to find a way to become as strong as a Dark Azure Mana Wizard.
Ray turned his gaze.
To the right, the Elton River stretched to the horizon.
‘I said that all the numbered sectors are located next to the Elton River.’
It’s a blessing in disguise.
As long as you follow the Elton River, you won’t get lost.
I turned my head again.
On the high road on the left hill, the sight of huge vehicles coming and going was intermittent.
There were vehicles dumping trash and vehicles transporting cargo.
Judging by their luxurious appearance, they were presumed to be very low numbered vehicles, i.e. from the upper sector.
How much time has passed since I started running like that?
Knock knock knock
The overheated engine groaned.
The sun is setting, but the heat that remains on the ground has not yet erased its traces.
It’s time to slowly let the vehicle rest.
Ray stopped the car in the shade under a rock near the river.
Squeak─
As the tension eased, hunger and fatigue washed over me in waves.
I lay down on the sheet and stared blankly into space.
Cheolseok is a river.
The sun is turning red.
The dusty wind drifting beneath it.
That was all that made up the landscape.
Ray, who had regained some of his energy, got out of the car and checked the trunk.
Inside, a considerable amount of fresh water, preserved food, and fuel were found.
“… You’re very well prepared, sir.”
Click. Gulp. Gulp.
The water that passed through his esophagus was absorbed into the boy’s entire body like rain falling on dry land.
After finishing off the canned food and biscuits, I finally felt like my hazy mind was coming back to me.
I looked at the horizon with clear vision.
The horizon is now tinged blue.
Even though we had been running for almost half a day, the scenery on the horizon had not changed.
An endless wilderness.
That was it.
I had a gut feeling that I wouldn’t be able to get to Sector 49 in a day or two.
Should I run for 3 days or 4 days?
Maybe I didn’t know I had to run all week.
If you think about why adults couldn’t easily leave sector 50.
Ray gathered bits of scrap metal from the surrounding scrap heaps and made the best possible sleeping arrangements inside the car.
The firewood collected from the river was piled up and set on fire.
Hwaruk.
Knock knock knock
It was okay even though there was no lighter.
Sparks can be made with magic.
Ray looked away from the campfire and into the night air.
“…magic.”
I closed my eyes and focused on my pupils for a moment.
And when I opened my eyes again.
The world surrounding the boy had changed.
It was a world made of mana.
The colorful manas were constantly swaying, penetrating each other’s embrace like oil paints.
No matter where you look, it’s the same.
Aurora in the wilderness.
Because it was getting dark, I could see colors much more vividly than during the day.
“Phew.”
After taking a deep breath, I pulled several randomly chosen colored mana into my hand.
Although there were differences depending on the color, mana generally did not move easily.
It’s like the feeling of dragging your hands through clay that’s about to harden.
Ray mixed the mana he had gathered with difficulty and created azure.
Dismissed!
The blue mana transformed into an electric current of the same color at will.
There were two main types of mana.
Mana that can be used directly in magic without any separate process.
Mana that can only be used after mixing with other colors.
The former was red mana.
I thought it might be because the power of mana is so strong, as it is related to the fundamental human emotion called ‘anger’.
The latter was the case for almost all of them.
Color mixing wasn’t something that could be done with just any mana, and mana that didn’t match up would repel each other like magnets.
This meant that there were specific combinations and ratios that could mix mana correctly.
… That was the reason why using magic consumed a lot of mental power.
Because I had to mix the colors of mana with meticulous care every moment.
‘If only I could draw mana a little more smoothly, it would be several times easier to use magic.’
If you evoke a certain emotion, you can more easily draw mana of that color, but that alone has its limits.
I felt like a more fundamental solution was needed.
For example, the ring-shaped bowl on the chest of a one-eyed wizard.
If you store up mana and use it only when needed, wouldn’t the efficiency of magic itself change?
Ray concentrated and touched the traces of anger that remained in his mind.
I tried hard to ignore the equally huge trace of sadness that was right next to it.
What was needed now was anger.
Anger that moves forward without hesitation.
I had to think only about revenge.
Sadness only brought back painful memories, and it wasn’t an emotion I needed to face right now.
Woof.
Red mana flowed into my chest.
But as soon as the immersion was released, it was pushed out.
I tried the same thing a few more times, but the result was the same. I just became mentally exhausted.
Ray’s face looked like he had been up all day and night.
“… … .”
It seemed like this wasn’t the way to go.
After all, it is impossible for humans to maintain a specific emotion all the time.
Surely there must be another way.
One of the things to do in Sector 49 was to find clues about the ring-shaped bowl.
I decided to do something else for now.
Rather than just rings, I decided to explore new color formulas.
It’s something I’ve been doing for a long time, but it wasn’t something I was very desperate about because I had no goals in life.
But now it was different.
Ray raised his head again.
A boy with pure white hair like a sheet of paper, but covered in ashen dust.
In front of the boy was the world’s largest palette.
*
Ray’s work went on like a hamster wheel.
During the day, he drove his car, and in the evening, when the engine reached its limit, he devoted himself to developing magic.
Ray guided the mana with flowing hand movements.
I gathered various colored mana that seemed to have good compatibility into my palm.
For some reason, I feel like this kind of magic might not be implemented if I do it this way.
Woof.
Mana of each color tangles towards the center with a small resonance sound.
Ray’s eyes widened as he saw the colors mixing and becoming one.
Jikjik!
But the decisive moment.
Each mana scattered in all directions, repelling each other with strong repulsion.
“… … .”
I wasn’t disappointed.
The gold in my heart was sewn tightly together again, leaving only a scar.
My composure never wavered unless I concentrated on feeling a certain emotion or was put in another extreme situation.
I kept trying the same thing.
By changing the combination and number of colors.
While finely adjusting the ratio.
After 5 minutes.
After two hours.
6 hours have passed.
Every evening and night passed like that.
Meanwhile, ice formed on the boy’s palm, wind blew, and small pieces of stone were created.
When I reached my mental limit while exploring magic, I got into my car and covered myself with rags and lay down.
I closed my eyes and thought.
I guess I’m pretty lucky to see results this quickly.
Soon, a ragged breath could be heard.
The stars in the cloudy night sky were watching the boy.
*
Knock. Knock.
A bright sunny afternoon.
The sound of footsteps echoed busily along the riverbank in sector 50.
“You guys look over there!”
“I don’t think it disappeared anywhere….”
They were members of Hector’s organization.
He was moving busily as if he was looking for something, but he looked anxious as if he was watching someone.
I kept glancing over the riverbank.
To be exact, I was glancing at the car parked there.
“Not yet?”
A voice came from the car.
Even though it was a soft voice, it sounded loud as if someone was speaking right next to me.
The highest ranking member of the organization ran up the riverbank and approached the car.
The window is down.
The profile of a middle-aged man wearing monocles was visible.
He was dressed like a gentleman, in a neat and tidy suit.
The staff member said, shivering.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m trying hard to find it, but….”
The man with the monocle glanced around.
“I know you guys are trying. That’s right.”
“Yes, yes. So if you wait just a little longer, definitely… .”
“Catch it.”
“yes?”
A cane was sticking out of the window.
It was something the man with the monocle usually carried around with him.
The eyes of the organization members wavered.
The man with the monocle urged.
“What are you doing? Not catching it.”
“I’m sorry. Please, if you give me a chance….”
“I don’t really like people who are slow to talk.”
The organization members shed tears.
I held the end of the cane with trembling hands.
Okay then.
Damn!
“Ugh, ugh!”
The hands of the organization members began to freeze.
The ice, which gave off a chill, instantly spread throughout my body.
A few seconds later.
In its place remained an ice sculpture with a terrified face.
When the man with the monocle hit it with his cane, it shattered into pieces with a loud crack.
Boom! Boom!
Ice cubes containing body parts fell in all directions.
The members of the organization below the riverbank raised their heads, then quickly lowered their heads when they realized what the sound was.
He returned to his search with a pale face.
“Hey, there’s something here!”
Then I heard someone shouting.
The man in the one-eyed glasses got out of the car and headed down.
“Is this it?”
“Yes, yes!”
The man lowered his gaze.
There was a black, pressed mark on the floor.
“Hey, I found this too!”
Another member of the organization ran toward him, carrying a fist-sized piece of grayish-white stone.
“That’s right. It doesn’t make sense that there aren’t any clues. You must have had a hard time.”
Only then did the members of the organization show signs of life.
The man looked at the stone fragments and the black marks carefully.
“The golem’s stone fragments are correct. Even in the black marks, I can feel traces of the golem’s mana.”
I turned my gaze and looked around.
There was nothing particularly unusual about it, just an ordinary riverbank and a culvert.
“hmm?”
That was when.
The man noticed that the mana in the air was rippling.
Straight lines. And spirals.
The shape of something being shot out.
This meant that magic was used here.
There is also a very powerful magic there that leaves traces in the air.
Knock. Knock.
The man took a step forward.
It stopped inside the culvert.
“Launched from here.”
I started walking again.
I went out of the tunnel and stopped at a spot where there was a black mark.
“This is where you hit the mark.”
The man made a deduction based on the information revealed in the situation.
A wizard of great power struck down a golem here with one blow.
No, to be exact, it melted.
With a flame magic so powerful that not even the original shape remains.
But something strange happened.
“Is there another wizard in sector 50 besides me?”
“Yes, yes? Oh, no! That’s not true! There won’t be one! Ma, I first learned about the concept of a wizard when I met Indiago!”
Because there were no wizards other than himself in sector 50.
While searching the entire sector for the rainbow, I found no trace of magic, let alone a wizard.
Who the hell are you?
Who destroyed the golem here?
The man, who had been wandering around the riverbank for a while, lost in thought, suddenly stopped inside the culvert.
A clean floor with nothing on it.
But the man’s keen observation skills did not miss even the smallest trace.
There were subtle traces of something having been installed.
‘It’s about the size of a small tent.’
When I raised my head, I could find traces on the pillar too.
It was a mark where ropes had been tied to support the top of the tent.
‘If it’s this tall, then adults probably didn’t live there.’
The man asked without taking his eyes off the mark.
“Are there any children who lived here?”
“Yes. I’m not sure since it wasn’t our area. But I think it was. It wasn’t a bad environment for orphans to live in.”
“I think they may have moved to another place to escape the war.”
Even where the tent had been, the ripples of mana could be felt.
It was different from the ripples outside because it was a trace left behind due to the sophistication of magic.
‘A street orphan uses magic?’
The man frowned.
This is ridiculous.
But if you look at the situation right before your eyes, it is logical.
The ability to sense and manipulate mana is something that even residents of lower sectors can be born with.
It’s not completely impossible, just that the probability is extremely slim.
But using magic is a completely different story.
There are hundreds of elements in the world, and the number of possible combinations of them is nearly infinite.
There are only a handful of correct combination formulas that can create magic.
This is why wizards can only be trained through systematic education.
A combination formula established over generations by the magical community.
You can never use magic without being taught it by a master.
‘Sector 50. There’s no one in this small area who can teach magic.’
A street orphan uses magic?
Find out the formula for combining elements by yourself?
“Kuuuuuu.”
When the man laughed, the members of the organization flinched.
The man continued to laugh without stopping.
The thoughts I had in my head were funny.
You figured out the combination formula all by yourself.
There could be no joke so vulgar as that.
“If that’s possible, then you’ll become a genius who will become an unprecedented great wizard. If you grow properly, someone like me won’t even be able to reach your level.”
The man, who had laughed at his own thoughts, turned his reasoning in a different direction.
An outside wizard came to sector 50, destroyed the golem, and disappeared.
“Yeah. This is a much more convincing story.”
Exactly!
The man snapped his fingers and called his men together.
And he started giving some instructions to find clues about the unidentified wizard.
It was something that couldn’t be left alone.
Because you destroyed your precious creation that cost you a lot of money.
The waters of the Elton River were crashing violently.