Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 227

Episode 227 Administrator

At last, the rotten pus of the Kingdom of Estyria burst forth.

In the North, a full-scale conflict between the First and Second Princes began. The land was stained with blood by swords, arrows, and magic.

The neutral nobles were focused on protecting their own lands, fearing that their choices might turn out to be wrong.

If the effects of the civil war were to spread, and the prince they had supported were to be defeated, it would be irreversible.

Of course, there weren't only such nobles.

There were those who held a skeptical loyalty to the crown, such as the Marquis of Esperance and his vassal houses, who, as always, put their own people first.

Perhaps because of this, there were quite a few people who secretly hoped that the Marquis of Esperanza would rebel and create more cities like Lines that were good places to live.

Countless thoughts were intertwined.

In many ways, this year's kingdom has been the worst since the last war.

In the stiff atmosphere of the city, customers sitting in the corner of an old tavern were muttering very quietly. In their hands were newspapers published a few days ago.

“War over the succession to the throne? No, in this day and age, there’s a civil war… How can that make sense? And wasn’t the kingdom based on the principle of primogeniture?”

“You can tell at a glance that the Second Prince is disobedient. Can you see that the eldest son of the Northramd Duke family has gone missing? I heard from the rumors that the Second Prince’s camp secretly assassinated him. He is a capable man, and the First Prince trusted him, so he must have been an eyesore.”

“Wow, they say there is no end to human greed. This is exactly that. If such a scary person were to become king… Ugh, just thinking about it makes me shudder. The Prince should win.”

In this way, public opinion was mostly directed towards Prince Valgna.

This was by no means a coincidence. It was the work of a secret cult that was operating in the shadow of the First Prince.

The madman Tolav drugs the Second Prince's camp.

The merchant Dario provides the 1st prince with the necessary financial support.

Designer Nellita uses the newspapers in each city to spread notoriety about the Second Prince.

The mercenary leader, Gaeul, threatens other mercenaries and is directly employed in the civil war to provide real power.

The dark cult leader Cland watched over the secret society and covered up this fact thoroughly.

The more a lie is repeated, the more it feels like truth.

The soldiers of the Second Prince's camp were mentally worn down by all sorts of misfortunes. Their morale was falling and showed no sign of recovering.

Despite strict crackdowns, there was not a single day without deserters. The hanging corpses made the atmosphere even more ominous.

It was a dizzying confusion.

And among them, there was a man whose work had disappeared.

Butcher, Gaulic.

Boom!

The beer glass hit the table and shattered.

At that sound, the other guests shrugged their shoulders and cowered. I don't know how many times this happened, but no one could stop them.

The employees trembled at the sight of his muscular body and sharp axe blade.

Whether so or not, Gaulic did not hide his feelings.

“What the f*ck. I have no luck.”

After being stripped of his adventurer status for a year, he came to the Kingdom of Estyria to receive a commission from Gray.

Until recently, things were going pretty smoothly.

He earned money through commissions, used that money to buy weapons at the underworld auction house, and earned a decent amount of money by participating in undead subjugation.

It was natural to seek personal growth through fierce battles.

'But there's no work because of the civil war.'

It seems like the situation after one of the marquises in the duchy was wiped out has been recreated. It's a very frustrating situation where you're angry but have nowhere to vent your anger.

Gaulic, who had been lost in thought, furrowed his eyebrows.

'Wait a minute. This isn't about Asher either, is it?'

There is no definitive proof. It is just a hunch.

The gray-haired wizard was even crazier than himself. Otherwise, he wouldn't have caused such trouble in the duchy and reached the fifth rank in just one year.

I don't know where he is or what he's doing now.

“Fuck, I can’t just destroy everything.”

I would like to do so.

I wanted to kill the First Prince or the Second Prince and end the civil war. Of course, it was just a thought. No matter how much Gaulic was a battle maniac, he had no intention of participating in the war.

Being chased by the royal family is also an envoy.

Gaulic clicked his tongue.

“Tch. Should I leave the kingdom? I still have time to regain my adventurer status. And I have to get food from Asher, that bastard… Hey, don’t just look at me. Bring me another beer.”

"yes yes!"

The waiter immediately brought us drinks.

It was at that moment that Gaul took up his goblet.

“Oh, hurry…… Eek!”

A group of men with a murderous air entered the tavern.

Ignoring the slumped employee, they moved to the corner and formed a circle around the table where Gallic was seated.

One of the men brought a chair and sat down.

Gaulic tilted his head crookedly.

“What are these kids?

“Wintert.”

It's a name I know.

The ones who rule the underworld of Loafra.

“I don’t think you’ve ever fought with me. Oh, are you really going to harp on me for taking the kids out of Loafra back then?”

“I have come to convey His Majesty’s royal decree.”

“What is your name?”

“Where is Asher?”

“Asher……?”

Gaulic blinked.

“No, why are you looking for that kid from me?”

“Because we are your group.”

“Why am I with him?”

“Don’t play with words.”

The cool blades aimed at the Gauliacs.

It was a murderous look that seemed to have been used on many people. Swish! The man pulled out a dagger and slammed it into the table.

“Gauliak, I’ll give you a choice. Either cooperate and save your life, or be tortured to the point where you can tell everything you know. I personally recommend the latter. That huge body looks like it would make for a nice distraction.”

It was an open threat.

Galeaak, who had been blankly staring for a moment, nodded as if he understood.

“Aha, so the King of the Underworld is looking for Asher for some fucking reason, and he doesn’t know where that bastard is, so he came to me… is that it?”

“Watch what you say.”

“You should be careful with that. So, why are you looking for it?”

“You don’t need to know.”

Gaulic bowed his head.

He sighed deeply and shrugged his shoulders.

“Kekekeke, f*ck, I’m getting tangled up like this. I guess just getting a meal together won’t be enough.”

“Stop mumbling and answer.”

“Yeah, that’s annoying. Okay, I’ll choose.”

Boom, boom!

Gaulic emptied his glass in one go and held up three fingers.

“Third choice. I kill all of you bastards and take the neck of the Dark Lord. Are you satisfied now?”

“Who dares────”

Boom!

A flying glass struck the man on the head.

Of course, it wasn't a significant shock. The man lifted his head for a moment and looked forward.

Gaulic stood up with a wicked smile.

He was suddenly holding two axes in each hand.

“You’re probably a cesspool rat living in an underground city, squeaking. Stop squealing and come inside, you idiots.”

“……Just cut off the limbs.”

The man is one of the executives of Bintert's assassination division.

At his command, the assassins under his command rushed at him all at once. At the same time, Gaulic spun around, emitting a fierce aura.

Boom!

The walls of the tavern burst apart with the explosion.

* * *

The original intention of the magic circle of reversal created by Verden is the transformation of the body.

A forbidden method of increasing one's rank by forcibly expanding existing magical circuits, which is considered suicidal in the magical world.

At the end of it all, there exists the ultimate goal of ‘reconstruction of the body.’

It is a miracle that would not have been possible otherwise.

However, if you have infinite magic power, it is possible. Believing this, Verden dug into the technology to utilize the power source of the magic tower.

The power source configuration, the magic circle that transports magical power throughout the entire tower, etc.

Even Verden couldn't fully understand it. But for now, that alone was enough to solve the problem.

The primary power room is the deteriorated version of the tower.

Repairing damaged parts is within Verden's capabilities.

[1st power room repair complete. Total power restored to 37%. Thank you, Your Majesty the Demon King.]

As expected, it was a success.

The remaining magical power in the laboratory flowed through the passage. As the heat was generated, the bitter cold gradually disappeared.

'Is it okay if we just fix the door now?'

The door to the secondary power room is different from that of the primary power room.

The reason the door won't open is because there isn't enough power. So you need to modify the magic circle and twist some of the magical power used as power to connect it directly to the door.

It was a failed mission by the wizard of the ark, Kalard.

But Verden was different.

A time of suffering accompanied by silence. I wiped the sweat that had formed on my chin with the back of my hand.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong… Alpha, is this okay?”

[Scanning… … Minimum magic power reached. Repair golem to be deployed.]

The repair golem has appeared.

It certainly took a long time because the structure was different. After recharging the magic power of the repair golem, Verden took a short nap amidst the ceaseless friction noise.

It was to recover from mental fatigue.

Ki-ki-ki-ki-ki.

After a while, a gap opened up.

When Verden opened his eyes, the repair golem, its magic drained, was standing still.

[Door opening successful. One remaining facility issue. We will guide you to the second power room.]

“What about the repair golem?”

[Repair Golem is not required. There is no device to force open and close the doors in the secondary power room and the administrator's office.]

I see.

I followed Alpha through the hallway.

Secondary power room.

A gate that rivaled the gates of a large city appeared before Verden. At the center of the power room was a sphere of magical power that blinked irregularly.

Judging by the fact that it sent magical power to the grooves extending in all directions, it was clearly the power source that maintained the entire laboratory.

'Is it some kind of small power source?'

Small capacity and unstable.

I glanced at it and saw that it was a trace of magic. Judging from the direction, it seemed like the magic had come from the management office… … .

[Most of the power source's magic power has been lost due to external impact. Solution to the facility problem. The magic power of His Majesty the Demon King is required.]

The task of replenishing the missing magical power.

This is the easiest solution to the problem so far. Berden put his hand on the power source and activated the magic circuit.

[Real-time power source power check. 37%… … 44%… … 51%… … .]

The power source's horsepower is rapidly restored.

The amount of magical power equivalent to that of several fifth-tier wizards was consumed. Yet, Verden's heartbeat did not weaken at all.

'I feel like I'm getting stronger.'

It was too strange to say it was just my mood.

He felt the magical light flowing through the magic circle of the reverse sky growing stronger. Berden followed the flow and released his magical power even more strongly.

At that moment, the power source's magical power flickered strongly.

[Power source 100% restored. All three facility issues resolved. The laboratory is back in normal operation.]

Alpha confirmed.

This concludes the restoration work.

It took quite some time, but it was also a fruitful time. I was able to fully utilize the magical knowledge I had accumulated throughout my life and my innate understanding of magic.

Alpha said.

[Administrator's office scan… … No problem. Would you like to see the administrator?]

“I will meet you.”

[The order of the Demon King Peha has been confirmed. The administrator's office will be opened.]

Alpha manipulated the power source.

Then, the 10 magic circles that had appeared on the surface of the door began to move one by one. The circles of magic power that had been interlocking from above and below eventually became one.

Kukukukukuku… … !

The gate moves.

The Demon King's Laboratory.

The deepest place has finally been revealed.

Now it was time to meet the manager.

* * *

Verden entered the management office with Alpha.

A lightless abyss greeted the two. Even though they were clearly using <Suggestion>, their vision did not brighten up completely.

At best, you can only see about 20 meters ahead. <Magic Detection> is also useless.

'What kind of magic is interfering? This is a first.'

You shouldn't rely on sight.

Verden focused his other senses and surveyed the management office. He could see that it was a larger space than the primary and secondary power rooms.

And there were four enormous pillars supporting the ceiling. There was nothing else to catch. It was a lonely and desolate place.

Alpha's eyes lit up.

[General Manager, entity name Alpha. His Majesty the Demon King has returned. Administrator, respond.]

… … No answer came back.

Is there any other problem?

Alpha was looking around, not knowing English either.

That was when.

I felt an eerie magic under my feet.

As soon as I turned my gaze downwards, a huge magic circle suddenly appeared, surrounding Verden and Alpha.

A distinctive purple color.

“Space magic circle…?!”

I immediately raised my magic power to maximum.

It was a resistance to prevent forced spatial movement.

[Unconfirmed magic circle has occurred. Administrator. Request for explanation────]

Hwaaaaah!

Space travel has been activated.

In a flash of purple, Alpha disappeared without a trace. Verden was left alone. Kwaang! The door to the management office closed with a loud noise.

'… …Is it a trap?'

I don't know.

Thinking about Alpha's reaction, it seems like it had something to do with the manager. In any case, it's obvious that it was an unexpected situation.

Verden, who had faced reality, immediately prepared for battle. Although there was suffocating darkness, he was not at all intimidated.

At that moment, a voice was heard.

“An intruder who dares to act like the Demon King. This is a first. I never thought someone would appear who could fool Alpha’s identification function.”

“……!”

The management office brightened up.

The sudden light caused his pupils to contract. Verden, who had quickly adapted to the environment, turned his gaze toward the direction from which the voice had come.

The end of the management office.

There were ten steps, and on top of them was an ashen throne, and on the throne sat an old man in white.

Light flickered from the white staff held in the old man's left hand. It was a presence that was more worthy of the word 'great' than anyone he had ever met, including Matapju.

and.

‘Surely that appearance is… … .’

Verden's eyes became clear.

The past came to mind reflexively. A portrait from a past history book came to mind. A voice filled with shock escaped from my mind without me knowing it.

“The Demon King……!”

The Dark Lord, Oldark Ruin Arcanad.

The old man answered him.

“Thank you for your quick recognition. I am the fourth ‘intruder’ to enter this facility.”