Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 340

Episode 340 Tyrant (2)

The more people gather, the more shadows are created.

When it becomes a city or a country, it is called something like an underworld with its own laws.

An underworld where power and money are valued over morality and ethics.

Although there are all kinds of vicious and evil people running around, there are of course limits.

Even if we gather together, in the end it is just one organization.

If the country were to mobilize its military, it would be destroyed immediately by magic bombing, airships, and advanced tactics without any need for planning.

But not doing so would cause much more harm than good.

You can't turn the entire town into a wasteland just to catch bugs.

In that sense, Roapra was special.

The influence of the gigantic underworld, based on a closed underground city, has grown to the point where it forces the nation to coexist.

That's why in the shade of the Eastern Continent, they had no choice but to watch out for them.

If Wintert, the ruling power of Roafra, were to extend its reach beyond the kingdom and into the underworld of other countries, it would be swallowed up… … .

Blood and violence will inevitably follow.

“King of the Underworld, what brings you here?”

A terrified Gerbon asked bravely.

It's obvious what the intention is.

I'm worried that even Southern Feet might end up like Roafra.

'It was an unnecessary throne, as I originally had no intention of settling down in the kingdom.'

To be exact, there was something like that.

So, he didn't refuse Robert's stubbornness and still remained at the top of Loafra.

But it's more valuable than you think.

Is this why reputation is important in the world?

'No, I guess it would be more correct to say infamy.'

Whatever you say, it won't matter.

What's important is Gerbon's reaction.

Moreover, since you said you don't like conflict… … I had a gut feeling about how I should use this card.

Verden nodded.

Adrian, who had already finished drinking his tea, answered instead.

“Then tell me what the matter is. We are looking for the person who murdered the Supreme Councilor.”

“If you are the highest ranking member…….”

“If you’ve been sitting in Southern Pete’s office, you probably know that one of the top members of the council who was seriously injured in the terrorist attack at the special conference room was recently murdered by his own guard.”

Of course Gerbon knew.

Because of that incident, or more precisely, that criminal, Southern Pete has been in an uproar every day recently.

'But why are you looking for him in Loafra?'

It certainly wasn't a direct request from the state…

If that were the case, I wouldn't be sitting here, I would be moving with the executioners of the Republic.

Then what is it?

Is there a hidden secret that we don't know about?

Or is it that the Senator's killer has a personal connection to Asher?

I thought of several possibilities, but none of them seemed plausible.

I have no idea what the other person's purpose is.

There is no choice but to avoid or remain silent.

This is not the time to guess.

Not only was that not an entity that could handle it, but Gerbon had no desire whatsoever to see his street destroyed.

After making a judgment that was almost instinctive, he confessed everything he knew about the incident.

“First of all, the escort’s name is ‘Jack’. He is a swordsman with scars all over his body. I heard that he escaped to Southern Pit. I think he might have been caught by now….”

“To whom?”

“It’s hard to pinpoint because there are so many people chasing after them. There are so many people in this area who are just looking out for their own interests, so they don’t share information readily. However, if we broadly categorize them, they can be divided into three forces.”

Gerbon continued.

“A representative example is the direct subordinate units of the highest ranking members.”

The executioner of the republic.

They are heartless authors who only dedicate themselves to their country, and most of those who become their targets are likely to die.

“Next up are the money ghosts that are roaming the streets looking for something to do.”

A bounty hunter from Southern Pete.

They are so selfish that they would sell their parents, wives, and children for money, and it is better not to get along with them.

“And the last are two guests from the Central Continent. I heard they are called ‘The Flayer’ and ‘The Lone Wolf’ respectively. I don’t know much about the Central Continent, but they don’t seem to be ignorant.”

“If you are a flayer and a lone wolf…….”

Adrian crossed his arms and thought for a moment.

Verden asked.

“Is that a familiar name?”

“I have heard of it.”

First up is the peeler, Donovan.

A veteran mercenary who mainly operates in conflict zones between humans and mercenaries.

“It is said that he makes ornaments out of the skins of the water people he catches or kills. And he also has a group of enthusiasts who buy them.”

“You have bad taste.”

Although they may look different, the Suin tribe is not much different from humans in many ways.

But they sell the skin after peeling it off.

It is an atrocity that can only be committed by someone who lacks a certain amount of humanity.

“Then what about the so-called lone wolf?”

“The name is Romer. I remember him as a newcomer who was very noisy when I was active.”

A warrior wielding a sword and shield, hired for duels between nobles.

It is said that he stood out by easily subduing experienced knights, but this was not the reason he began to truly become famous.

“It is said that he spent the night with the daughters of the noble who won the duel and the noble who lost.”

“Oh, that’s right.”

Gerbon was horrified.

He flinched and lowered his head slightly as he received the gaze of the two people.

“I, I’m sorry, I didn’t know…….”

Adrian, who had received a brief apology, continued the conversation.

“It was an agreement, not a forced one, but of course the nobles did not tolerate it. As a result, the two nobles who had been at odds joined forces and sent a pursuit team, but the bastard escaped the siege with ease and escaped unharmed.”

“You’ve lost your mind.”

“Still, this is pretty good. Well, the skinhead is an exception.”

What kind of place is the Central Continent?

Well, it's the largest continent, so there are bound to be more than one or two strange things.

Well, anyway.

'Does one of those forces know about Jack's whereabouts?'

The clues have become a little clearer.

Instead, the length was subdivided accordingly.

I don't know where the path will lead to my destination, but it's probably a good thing.

“It’ll be easy if we lure them to one place.”

“Huh, all in one place? How on earth…….”

There is bait.

Those chasing Jack have one thing in common: they are after a high bounty.

“The bounty on this spot alone is a total of 6 billion elk. This should be enough to attract attention.”

There is no reason for them to be scared and hide.

They'll come looking for something to see or something.

Moreover, the glory of the corpse is also involved here.

“So, Gerbon, I need your cooperation.”

“……!”

“If things go as planned, this street will be fine, even if other places are fine. And that’s what you want.”

Gulp.

Gerbon swallowed.

“What’s the answer?”

The back of my neck feels cold.

To a question that sounded like a threat, there was only one answer.

* * *

The stronghold where the glory of the corpse that Haldirn found is located.

The power to subdue him has left Quarail.

Kukukukukuku… … !

More than a dozen large and medium-sized carriages lined up and raced down the street.

From the outside it looked like a large, upper-level procession, but inside it wasn't like that.

The Archbishop and two Paladins.

And the power of the Church of Luas, which consists of priests and three orders of knights.

They moved at a fast pace, day and night, and settled down on a hill in the forest.

Kuung───thump.

Concealment and protection created by magic items and miracles.

They completed the temporary base in an orderly manner, including setting up a tent inside.

The necessary supplies were packed in suitcases instead of carriages, so the garage was overflowing.

Paladin, Shane.

And the moment the three scouting parties, each led by two paladin commanders, complete their mission, the raid begins.

Until it is completely finished, the expected deadline is within a few days.

Meanwhile, another plan was in the works.

“I will also be leaving now.”

A fully equipped Leila stood at the entrance.

Her mission is to search for the base of the men that has not yet been discovered.

Since I am most comfortable moving alone, I declined to travel with a companion.

“Please come back safely, Lady Leila……!”

Bishop Lena offered a prayer and asked for good luck.

Originally, she was supposed to be in Quarry, but she voluntarily participated in the stronghold conquest.

As a senior bishop.

“I know your skills, so I won’t say anything else.”

Archbishop Joseph, who was standing next to him, pulled at his chin.

“Avoid relying on ‘that power’ if possible. No matter how strong it is, there is no telling what will happen if it is abused. In an emergency, do not hesitate to send a signal.”

“Understood, Archbishop.”

Leila nodded and turned her back.

She put strength into her toes and activated the magic item [Eternal Path].

Once a day.

A rare item that reduces persistent physical fatigue for up to 24 hours.

Although the effect will be interrupted if you are shocked during the move, it is an excellent magical device for long distance travel.

Leila, taking light steps, ran through the forest.

Before I knew it, the high-ranking adventurer's back disappeared into the darkness.

Bishop Lena looked at him with concern.

“Lady Layla… are you okay?”

“It’ll be okay. You’re a great person both on the outside and inside.”

Joseph smiled and headed towards his tent.

“So, we should focus on what we have to do. Others will be working hard as well.”

“Oh, yes! Your Excellency!”

Bishop Lena followed him hurriedly.

* * *

A day at Southern Pete is complicated.

The streets where crime and everyday life become one are always bustling.

But today was completely different.

In just one night, a certain piece of news was on the lips of countless people.

───The ruler of Loafra came to Southern Pit.

Even as the day dawned, the exact location was known: near the central plaza of Southern Pete.

The ripple effect was enormous.

“Hey, if I get caught up in this… shouldn’t I run away quickly?”

“But business is───”

“Are you serious about business right now?! Are you going to throw your life away for a little bit of money? Shut up and follow me, both of you!”

Ordinary people simply packed their bags and moved to the outskirts.

Even though I didn't know what Loafra was, it was true that there were billions of wanted criminals roaming the streets.

On the one hand, those who knew about Asher, the king of the underworld, were astonished.

“Why on earth did you come here from Roafra…? You didn’t come here to eat Southern Feet?!”

“Well, it doesn’t seem like it since there were only two. If that was the case, wouldn’t you have brought more people?”

“More than that, is it true that there are two of them? And is it true that they are in the center? No, who on earth spread such a rumor?”

Each of us tilted our heads and tried to think of a reason, but it was no use.

Some questioned the veracity of the rumors, but this too proved fruitless.

There was only one conclusion.

“……Shall we go and see?”

A considerable crowd gathered.

I was just curious to know who the new king of the underworld was that I had only heard rumors about.

In order to pursue a huge bounty.

There are many reasons, such as to know why you appeared here.

The sun was high in the sky.

They skipped even their meals and rushed through the city center.

Before we knew it, hundreds of people had gathered around a small square with a large building.

There were two people at the center of it all.

An ashen-haired man wearing a platinum full-body robe.

And there was a man wearing a dark blue robe and a metal mask of almost black color on his lower face.

The former is sitting on a chair, leaning against the wall of the building with his eyes closed.

The latter stood by the man's side with his arms crossed.

Someone who had been hiding behind the roof and secretly watching spoke quietly.

“That guy, no, is that Asher…?”

It looks exactly the same as what I heard.

Yet no one was willing to step forward and ask.

Just then, a group of people appeared in the square, pushing through the crowd.

A unit directly under the Supreme Councilor, composed of men and women with an eerie air, and bearing the symbol of the Republic engraved on their shoulder plates.

“Oh, the executioners of the Republic……!!”

"what?!"

People around them retreated in large numbers.

Either way, the grim-looking man who appeared to be the leader of the executioners glared at him.

The tip pointed to the target.

“Are you Asher?”

There is hostility in the voice.

Verden opened his eyes in the silence that swept over the square.

The walls move slightly.

The Republic's executioners and Southern Feet's bounty hunters in the square.

And… …two people nearby were watching this place closely.

“They all came.”

What happens next is still unknown.

Will it all be destroyed or will it end well?

What happens next depends on their answers.