Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 215

Episode 215: The Eve of the Storm (4)

'Hoo… … .'

A look of surprise appeared in Joseph's eyes as he saw Verden.

Subdue the black magician who defeated many bishops.

And Asher, the wizard who single-handedly destroyed the Grim Reaper that overwhelmed the Knight Commander Gloss. It's hard to believe that he has such skills at such a young age, and his appearance is also amazing.

There is such a thing as balance in the world.

If there are advantages, there are disadvantages. It is a common sense that you cannot have them all.

But every once in a while, an unfair person shows up.

A blessed human being who is born with several things in his hands that an ordinary person cannot obtain even if he works his whole life.

It can be said that she is a being that truly possesses the light of the goddess Luas.

Saint of the Church of Luas.

She was a prime example.

'Of course, there is no way a human being identical to the saint exists… … but it is clear that this wizard named Asher is also a very special human being.'

I really like the first impression.

If Archbishop Joseph is like this, what about the Dark Warton's magic tower?

Even if it is a black magic with a completely different lineage from elemental magic, a wizard is still a wizard. The Magic Tower owner's response will certainly be very positive.

“Hello, Wizard Asher. My name is Joseph, Archbishop of the Church of Luas. And this is the Magic Tower… Huh?”

Joseph turned his head and blinked.

The appearance of the magic tower reflected in my field of vision was strange.

Her emotionless eyes were wide as if they were going to tear, and her mouth, which usually showed no teeth, was wide open.

Understander of death, necromancer.

I've never seen him look so horrified before.

For a moment, I rubbed my eyes, thinking I had seen something wrong.

One thing remained the same. The leftover snack that fell on the table made me realize that it was reality.

Joseph, overcome with embarrassment, asked cautiously.

“Lord of the Tower, something is wrong…….”

“For all life.”

For a moment, silence fell.

Everyone in the interview room was forced to listen to Matapju's words.

“Death is always present. No matter what purpose life was born for, or what meaning it has in the world, its end is always death. And I am the one who understands death and pioneered the magic called <Eclipse>.”

Human, subhuman, and heteromorphic.

Regardless of race, any living being can vaguely or clearly see the end. In extremely rare cases, it is even possible to sense the existence that will bring about numerous ends.

“There are only a very small number of beings that even my magic cannot penetrate. They are either transcendent beings that have transcended the frame of life or beings of a similar level. There has never been an exception since I acquired my magic. It was that way in the past, and I believed there would never be another one… until just now.”

The necromancer stared at Verden.

“Wizard Asher, are you a transcendent being?”

A question that came out of nowhere.

Verden shook his head reflexively.

"no."

“Then who is it?”

Clear magic circuit.

“Who on earth are you to have such clean magic circuits?”

A wall reminiscent of the sea.

“Who on earth are you that possesses a magical power more pure than nature?”

The blue abyss that lurks deep within.

“Who on earth are you that possesses such vast magical power that even I cannot fathom?”

Why. How.

Who the hell are you?

“Why is death invisible?”

The necromancer discusses death.

Paradoxically, Matapju's voice was full of life.

* * *

‘… … What is this situation?’

Verden's expression wavered slightly.

The basic goal was to face the Archbishop and Matapju, explain the situation, and receive compensation. And the additional goal was to face the Transcendent and see the gap between him and his current self.

That's what the plan was like.

'But who are you all of a sudden?'

Not only Verden, but Archbishop Joseph also seemed alarmed.

It was definitely an impromptu situation that had not been discussed in advance. Verden thought about it as fast as he could.

I focused on understanding the meaning of the questions that Matapju asked.

Clean horsepower circuit.

A magical power more pure than nature.

A magical power that even a transcendent being has difficulty measuring.

Without any misunderstanding, it was all about Verden's magical abilities.

'Did you see through it in that split second?'

It is an insight worthy of a transcendent being.

Even if Verden's realm is high, it is obvious that there is a large gap between him and Matapju. It would be foolish stubbornness not to admit it.

If it's natural, it's an expected result.

'But what does it mean that death is invisible?'

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't figure out what it meant.

It seems like he was shocked by something that only Matapju could perceive… … but nothing is clearly stated.

But if we really have to connect them────

'Is this the magic circle of reversal?'

A masterpiece created by a helpless test subject.

It is a symbol of defying fate, of turning a life that had been used upside down, of reconstructing a body that had been incompetent and giving it the talent it has now.

It was a secret that only Verden kept.

'Of course, the Matapju would not know about the existence of Yeokcheon.'

There is no chance of anyone noticing it.

So then, what was the intention behind Matapju’s question?

“…….”

I looked into the face of the tower.

He had bright, lively eyes. It was a look that didn't match his appearance, which showed absolutely no emotion.

It is not hostility or negative suspicion.

It might not be obvious to other people, but it is a familiar gaze to Verden.

The foundation and nature of a wizard is curiosity.

The owner of one of the top three magic towers is interested in Verden. And he is very interested in it.

That means the previous questions were purely questions.

'This is embarrassing.'

Quite a bit.

Verden's strength is unusual.

It doesn't fit the concept of a wizard's growth, which is that they become stronger in proportion to their age.

In that sense, I thought that Matapju might react.

But I had no idea this would happen.

'By the way, who am I…?'

How should I answer?

After a moment of deliberation, a decision was made.

“I am a wizard.”

“That answer doesn’t explain it. I’ll ask again. How can you, who are not even a transcendent being, escape the laws of life?”

“I don’t know.”

It was an honest answer.

The magical power that lies dormant within, and is released as the hierarchy rises, was a change that even Verden could not have predicted. The death that Matapju mentioned must also be the same.

The original goal of the reversal was to overcome the hierarchy of limitations.

Petty lies do not work on the transcendent.

So Verden answered truthfully. He blocked the gap through which Matapju could sneak in.

“…….”

“…….”

A silence flowed between them.

Verden silently accepted the gaze.

At that moment, a smile appeared on Matapju's lips.

Even though I didn't hear a clear answer… … No, rather, my curiosity seemed to grow stronger when I heard the answer that I didn't know.

Just as their gazes deepened, Joseph stepped forward.

“Ahem, I don’t know what the two of you are talking about, but I think it’s a priority to have a conversation that fits the purpose of the meeting. Lord Matap, if you have anything else to say, then later…….”

“I have the answer. Now do your part.”

At some point, Matapju's expression disappeared.

“Is that so? Oh, yes. I understand.”

Joseph blinked and nodded.

Although he felt a little uneasy, he turned his head towards Verden.

“Sorry to keep you standing, Asher. You can sit in front.”

"yes."

Verden sat down on the chair.

And so the belated three-way meeting began.

* * *

Verden's statement was almost identical to Kalia's.

The only difference is that since he was the main character in the direct subjugation, a more detailed explanation was added. There was no information that was particularly noteworthy.

Joseph smiled kindly.

“Thank you for your hard work, Asher. You did a great job.”

"no."

“There is no need to be humble. Thanks to you, many people have been saved, and by punishing those evildoers, you have prevented future calamities. This deserves praise. Isn’t that right, Lord Matap?”

Matapju nodded slightly, still watching Verden.

Verden owed debt not only to the Luas Church, but also to the Tower of Matap.

First, the subjugation of the glory of the corpse.

Dark Warton was built for warlocks.

So that normal warlocks can walk proudly in the world. The main duty of such a magic tower is to exclude evil warlocks.

In other words, Verden did the work that Matap was supposed to do.

And the second is Warren's survival.

It will take a long time and effort to restore a broken spirit, but it is a cost worth paying.

Although Warren was a third-tier low-ranking warlock, he had the skills of infiltration and acting that went with it, as well as the loyalty and patience to not divulge information under any torture.

These talents were considered rare even in the Tower of Eden.

Joseph said.

“You deserve to be compensated for your actions. Of course, this will be done separately from the Esperensa family. So, don’t worry about it and if there’s anything you want from us, the Luas Church and the Lord of the Tower, just tell me.”

Archbishop and Bishop Matapju.

This is something that the two have already agreed on.

"then……."

Verden trailed off, as if lost in thought.

Of course, I was only pretending to be worried.

I knew you would say something like that when it comes to the Luas Church and the Matap. What you want is already decided.

After a brief pause, Verden spoke softly.

“I have a favor to ask of Archbishop Joseph and the Lord of Dark Warton. In addition, I would like to propose a deal to the Lord of Dark Warton.”

… … !

That's a bold answer.

There was no sign of intimidation. Even the royal family and the nobility would bow their heads to these two people.

Matapju took a sip of tea.

The eyes filled with anticipation flickered slightly.

“Haha, a favor and a deal. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard such an offer. That’s why I’m so curious. Excuse me, Lord Matap, but can I start first?”

"I know."

The order has been set.

Verden put his hand into the space bag.

A golden femur sealed with the spirit of the commander was revealed. The ominous feeling spreading through the room drew attention.

“This is one of the loot I took from the Black Mage of the Corpse’s Glory. It seems to be some kind of magical item, judging by the faint magical power it has.”

“There is a thick spirit aura here. Can I take a look?”

Of course I allowed it.

A divine power arose from Joseph's hands.

A warm light enveloped the golden bones and rose into the air. It was like telekinesis. Is it possible for someone of the Archbishop level to control divine powers like this?

“Hmm, there’s no curse on it…….”

The light of the divine eyes.

Joseph examined the bone closely. After a moment, he nodded.

“I understand what you are asking. I assume you mean to release the seal on this bone.”

“Yes.”

“It’s not difficult. However, there is one condition. If this is related to magic, it will react to <Emotion>. If it turns out to be a very dangerous item, I will take action to retrieve it under the authority of the Archbishop.”

As expected.

"All right."

“Okay. Then let’s start the purification right away.”

Joseph took a deep breath.

Within moments, divine power began to glow, illuminating the entire interview room.

A blindingly intense light.

The ominous energy flowing from the bones was instantly dissipated, and the divine power gathered in this way was concentrated at the archbishop's fingertips.

<Blessing of Light>

The spirit of lofty divinity is embedded in the bones.

The spirit of the commander that had been so entangled was slowly consumed without even being able to resist, and was soon purified and erased from the world.

It is a simple ability if it is simple, and a surprising ability if it is surprising.

Immediately afterwards Joseph took out his monocle.

A magical item exclusively for <Emotion>, made at the Artesian Tower and containing a wealth of magical knowledge. Its value is estimated at several billions.

The archbishop's eyes move slowly.

Through the lens filled with magic, the history engraved on the bones can be read. Joseph, who finally succeeded in appreciating it to the end, snickered.

“Ha, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen something like this.”

What's going on?

“Can I feel it?”

“Oh, you have mastered emotional magic at that age? Your knowledge is as rich as that of a famous wizard. Now, let’s take a look.”

Verden received the femur.

He finished the calculation, concentrating his magical power in both eyes.

<Emotions>

The interpretation was soon finished.

But what I read was completely different from what I expected.

There were only a few words written on it, not the abilities of the magical item.

[Skull. Ribs. Femur]

[The golden path will open to whoever collects the three golden relics]

'… … ?'

It's a magical item of a type I've never seen before.

As Verden tilted his head, Joseph said, “I knew it,” and stroked his chin.

“Your reaction reminds me of the old days. I had the same reaction when I encountered such things.”

“Your Majesty, do you know what this is?”

Joseph said with a smile.

“It’s an ancient relic.”

* * *

Since ancient times, humans have wanted to leave their traces.

Some wanted a great legacy, some a huge tomb, some their own achievements. They wanted their things to travel the world even after they died.

So that it doesn't disappear into the long oblivion of memory.

That's why it left a mystery.

Absurd phrases, seals, and old tales were used to arouse people's interest. They stimulated the desire that whoever solved the secret would have everything.

But most of them are false legends.

Anyone can leave a story. Just leave a vague message on a stone tablet, and after hundreds of years, it will look like something happened.

From ancient times to the present.

Only a very small number of things have survived the ravages of time. Artifacts are an example of this. This was something Joseph, the Archbishop of the Church of Luas, knew very well.

“So does that mean this could be fake?”

“That’s highly likely. Even if it was the spirit of the spirit that was acting as a seal, there was no curse on it. The probability of such a phenomenon occurring naturally is very low, but it’s not completely impossible.”

but.

“There is also a case where it is true, but with a lower probability. Of course, you have to collect the three bones written on it to find out… but honestly, it is difficult. If even one of them is buried in the ground somewhere, there is no way to find it.”

“In other words…….”

"yes."

Joseph said.

“As of now, there doesn’t seem to be any danger, so you can keep it.”

“…….”

Verden was secretly confused.

Even though I purified it with the help of the Archbishop's divine power, it might still be fake. I need to collect the other two bones to confirm that it's genuine. There's no harvest at all.

It's disappointing.

While I was calming down like that, Matapju, who had been watching, opened his mouth.

“Joseph, have you said everything you wanted to say?”

“Yes, Lord Matap.”

“Then it’s my turn.”

A deep voice rang out.

“Wizard Asher.”

“Yes, Lord Matap.”

“What on earth do you have to ask of me?”

Matapju opened his eyes wide.

It wasn't a look of arrogance. It was a gaze stained with curiosity and anticipation. The transcendent being before his eyes was looking at the very existence of Verden.

‘… … It’s burdensome.’

Somehow I feel like I shouldn't ask for such a ridiculous favor.

Even though I feel that way, I have no intention of being a guest. I just reach out to what I need and want.

Finally, Verden declared.

“I want to handle the transcendent’s magic.”

I want to experience the power of a wizard who has reached the peak. Through that, I want to feel a wider world and a higher realm.

It was a bold request with such implications.

This is what the world says about it.

It's a challenge.