Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 210

Episode 210: To the Capital (1)

The surrounding area is filled with vast and rugged mountains.

At the top of that cold, high peak, the eternal cliff, which makes time seem to fade away just by looking down, quietly roars.

It's a place that seems like something out of a legend.

In such a place, the pinnacle of each group that influences the world confronts each other. It has been decades since these two transcendent beings have faced each other.

A quick greeting is unnecessary.

Dahit, who had taken interest from Robelin, was in a state of emergency.

The moment he stopped at the exact height where Baloch was and looked ahead, the gazes of the two people crossed beyond recognition.

“I thought you’d be busy repairing the damage to the Magic Tower, but I never thought you’d show up here. Was Bohemian Magic Tower Lord really that light?”

“I am at a disadvantage, and I am more powerful than you who stepped forward. The best I could come up with was to use the branch manager as bait to reduce the power of my magic tower. It is embarrassing for a fellow Transcendent.”

“Ha, you borrowed the power of the other magic towers to show off your power. And you were probably the one who used them as bait too, right?”

Robelin is a promising fire mage.

He is a talent worth investing in at the top of the tower.

But Dahit's death is more than that.

A battle between transcendent beings can be decided by a single move.

Robelin and her sledgehammer make for a nice bait.

If it could land a blow to Dahit, it would be a very appropriate sacrifice. Of course, it was discovered along the way and returned in vain, but this was Baloch's judgment.

Of course, this is a story that Robelin has never heard of.

Dahit chuckled.

“By the way, you’re surprisingly bright. I heard that when the power source went out of control, some of the magicians who were conducting ‘unofficial’ experiments were blown away, along with the treasure vault. I heard that the fifth collection was completely destroyed, right?”

The fifth collection of the Matapju, the second circuit.

An artificial artifact that allows the wearer to overcome the limitations of the hierarchy. Although it is limited to a maximum of 6 levels, its value alone is incalculable.

It was even one of the symbols of the Bohemian Tower.

“……You’re talking as if the culprit of the incident was a third party. Why, do you want to apologize now?”

“I have already told you that I am not the culprit.”

“You are denying the truth even though evidence has emerged about the spy you sent?”

“If there was a way to use spies to destroy the power source of the magic tower, I would have destroyed the other magic towers with my own hands long ago. So spies can’t be the basis. This is what I think is more likely.”

The voice sank deeply.

“The collapse of the power source was entirely due to your carelessness. However, since you couldn’t fully bear the damage, you pointed to my Black Hour as the culprit and avoided responsibility. What do you think, my hypothesis?”

“There’s a limit to how much you can write a novel. It looks like the black hour has come to an end.”

… … Could it really be a lie?

Maybe both of them are telling the truth. There may be a deep, dark secret that even the Transcendent cannot perceive.

But it is meaningless here.

Dahit and Baloch are enemies.

It was like that in the past and it is like that now. It is useless to try to find out the truth now; it is a gear that has been out of order since long ago.

Whatever it is, it's something that will only end if one of them dies.

There is no need for further conversation.

“I can’t wait. I wonder what the ‘usurper’ who even killed my teachers will say when he dies.”

“It’s a will. Wouldn’t it be better than a ‘half-penny’ who can’t even cast proper magic without a magic circle?”

Usurpers and half-breeds.

These are words that run straight through their lives.

He smiled lightly and erased his expression.

At the same time, the magical powers of the transcendent beings collided.

Kukukukukuku… … !

The simple release of magical power caused the Cliff of Eternity to shake. A suffocating aura filled the space.

If you get swept away, you die.

Robelin screamed as she sensed death.

“Everyone, jump off the cliff! If you don’t want to die, somehow get out of here!”

"yes yes!"

The execution squad, having received the order, immediately ran towards the cliff.

The same goes for the branch manager of Black Hour. Now was not the time for the two to engage in a magic battle.

Robelin looked up at the sky.

Two transcendent beings are seen facing each other in the distorted sky. As they clench their hands tightly, drops of blood form on the wounds where their nails have dug.

'… … Verden.'

The one who took his life is right in front of him… … There is nothing he can do. Robelin, who has not fully developed his talents, cannot even dare to stand beside the Transcendent.

A feeling of helplessness enveloped my whole body.

'But someday… … .'

It will definitely be different.

It may not be enough now, but in the future, it will reach their toes.

Robelyn had to believe in herself like that.

Without even the spark of revenge, she would have completely faded away.

… … .

Is this an atonement for dead friends and family?

Or is it just self-rationalization to continue living a pitiful life?

I don't know.

We've come too far to tell the difference.

There is no one to whom I can confide my true feelings.

Because Verden was already dead. That reality was the only one.

Lobelin bit her lip and casted flight, throwing herself off the cliff.

Immediately afterwards, Baloch Besias raised his staff.

The magic circle opened with various collections. Three huge magic circles rose and lit up the dark sky.

Baloch said.

“So that it doesn’t end blandly, try to struggle with all your might, Wes Lowell.”

“I have something to say, Besias.”

Whoosh whoosh.

Dahit's body was covered in black flames.

A silence fell between the two beings who had fully revealed their magic, and it was only for a moment that the silence was broken.

The end of the hierarchy, the extreme.

Going beyond that extreme is something that only magical transcendent beings can attain.

The magic that can erase a city with just one spell has now appeared here.

Super-level magic.

<Trishula>

<No Darkness>

────!

A falling pillar of light.

Ascending pitch-black flames.

The aftermath of the destruction caused by their collision engulfed the entire area.

* * *

[The conflict between the transcendent beings is not over]

[The Cliff of Eternity that disappeared from the map]

[Bohemian Tower and Black Hour, What is the cause of the conflict?]

“…….”

Verden read the Imperial newspaper in silence.

He memorized all the content without missing a single letter and understood the situation. He folded the newspaper carefully and put it down, lost in thought.

'Robelyn… … .'

I was a little surprised when her name was mentioned.

Who would have thought that he would become the fourth disciple of the Magic Tower? Like Verden, he had a keen interest in magic, but he was rather detached from power.

'Is there a reason for that?'

Anyway, I'm glad you survived.

'By the way, it's surprising that the fact that the power source of the Magic Tower collapsed is still unknown.'

Of course, those who know will know.

The audience Verden is talking about is the general public.

If the news spreads that the power source, a complete and indestructible magical power structure, has gone berserk, it is self-evident that the repercussions will be enormous… … Even so, the intensity of information control is considerable.

'Is this the result of the combined power of the magic towers and the nations?'

This must be to prepare for the chaos that might arise.

But the hiding ends here.

The two transcendent beings clash and starting to create a huge buzz, so it will be revealed soon. It is a foreseeable fact that all it does is slow down time.

There was one more thing that Verden noticed.

'The magical battle between transcendent beings has no clear winner.'

Bohemian Tower, Baloch Besias.

Dahit Westlowell, leader of the Black Hour.

In conclusion, it's a draw.

It was written at the end of the newspaper that the Black Hour and Magic Tower reinforcements from each camp had come and covered up the situation.

Verden couldn't help but feel relieved.

'We can't compromise on either.'

Baloch Besias is the target of revenge.

It is solely Verden's job to trample on his life and his entire life.

And Dahith Weslowel is similar.

'Harkan Digest.'

The first member to create Black Hour.

He gave the Holy Spirit magic to Verden and asked for it as he was dying.

Please stop the black hour for the sake of the world.

The price for that had already been paid. Although he did not necessarily have to keep it, Verden had no intention of breaking his promise to Harkan.

‘… … the future.’

Harkan's promise.

Reunion with Robelyn.

Verden's own revenge.

The coming future.

It is a reality that will come true someday.

Of course, it is a distant dream for now.

Madora is wandering around, unable to get over the wall.

But I'll overcome it somehow.

Even if I had to give up my desire for revenge in order to realize the magic, it would be the same. Because even if I had to turn my fate upside down once again, I would achieve both the magic and revenge.

Verden held a deep conviction in his heart.

The moment when he would finally become a transcendent being and reveal his true name, Verden, to the world would not be far off.

‘… … I don’t know what will be at the end.’

It doesn't matter anyway.

It just keeps moving forward without stopping.

Yeah, that's all.

* * *

Phew. Phew.

Verden lightly swung the staff he had temporarily acquired.

A weapon that focuses on durability and has the ability to enhance the power of elemental magic. It is lighter than the Oculus, but it is easy to get used to.

Step on the ground and put your weight on it.

The important thing is the magic and spells concentrated on the staff. Whether it's stabbing or hitting, if it reaches the opponent, it can give a significant impact. It's also good for defense.

As time goes by, the movements become smoother.

The unfamiliar feeling of weight soon became familiar and took root in my senses.

'I guess this is enough.'

That's it for the practice.

As Verden exhaled, Karans asked.

“Are you ready, brother?”

"okay."

Verden took up his position.

In response, Karans raised two daggers, and the forest spirit flickered beside him.

This is the Sloan Forest near Aserne.

In the middle of a forest with few people, a wide open space was created using <Terrain Manipulation> and a concealment magic circle was placed around the area.

Since it was something Verden took the time to implement, it's safe to say that it won't be discovered unless it accidentally goes outside.

There was only one reason for creating the current stage.

Right, Dalian.

'Carans's fighting style is no different from that of a swordsman.'

He freely uses the so-called spirit magic, and his close combat skills are nimble and deadly. This can be seen from the fact that he was able to withstand magic and pierce the heart of a court wizard with a single blow.

In some ways, it could be said to be similar to Verden's method.

In other words, it means that he is a great practice partner.

'It would be a waste to leave only one Guardian Elf manpower behind.'

A fight without limits against the strong. Opportunities like this are rare.

If things go as Verden thinks, his fighting skills and movements will surely grow by leaps and bounds.

I have no intention of asking for that.

I have a 2.5 billion Elk loan from Dyna Bank, but thanks to Kalia, the interest hasn't started accruing yet, so there's no need to rush to earn the money.

'Money is just a means anyway.'

The duel with Karanth is more of a means to an end.

The priorities are self-evident.

Verden said as he strengthened his body with magic.

“Carans, if you win in the duel, I’ll take you to the best restaurant.”

“If it’s a top-class restaurant…….”

“It’s a place full of expensive and delicious food.”

Karans have a good appetite.

He prefers food that is so luxurious that it can be called gourmet, not omnivorous. I have seen through that characteristic for a long time.

The bait thrown by Verden.

Immediately afterwards the fishing line shook.

“I will go with all my heart, brother.”

Karans' momentum changed.

A physical ability enhanced by magic. Aura flowed from the dagger he held in his hand.

'I've given you enough motivation.'

Now it's time to begin.

Verden and Carans.

At the same time, they kicked the ground and ran towards each other.

As if facing an enemy, without looking back.

Two daggers crossed and traced a trajectory, and a staff was swung from top to bottom.

────Oh my god!

A metallic sound bursting out from the center of the magic circle.

And so the duel between the wizard and the elf began.

* * *

… … Meanwhile, unexpected news was heard from the Magic Castle of the Kingdom of Estyria.