Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 43

Episode 43: Corn Company (1)

Dark Moon Dahit West Lowell.

He was a tyrannical leader to the followers of Black Hour, and soon became a god. Few could stand against the power of a great wizard who had reached the seventh level.

It was obvious that the Black Hour ruled by such a Dahit was currently at its peak.

But no one expected this.

No matter how notorious he is, I never thought he would start a war with the demon towers by blaming them for something he didn't do.

“……The guys you sent to Harkan are missing?”

“Yes, without a trace. But it seems certain that he was murdered by someone.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a man was dragged in, unconscious and tied up with a rope.

As Dahit reached out, the human was dragged in and grabbed by the head. Dark magic penetrated the skin and bones, and dug into the brain.

<Memory transfer>

The scenes that humans saw and felt flowed into Dahit.

Originally, this magic was created to allow the caster to unilaterally transfer memories to the subject, but through various studies in Black Hour, the opposite became possible.

To provide more accurate information.

“Keuuuuu…… Keuuuuuuuuu……!”

The man writhed as if his soul was being sucked out, and then he fell to his knees.

The outside looked fine, but the inside was completely messed up. It must have been a pain that no human could endure.

He could have let him die comfortably, but there was no reason for Dahit to show such consideration.

Dahit closed his eyes.

The memories of a human being being dragged around by the wizard of the Black Hour. After a while, a huge crater in the Bard Mountains appeared.

'It's a trace of magic.'

The weight of the storm collapsed mountain ranges, and the heat burned forests.

This type of magic exists in the fire series… … .

'Am I overthinking it?'

If I could write that, I would have erased in an instant those who were sent to kill Harkan.

The status of a wizard, who is 'bound by the laws of magic', and a sorcerer, who is 'a being who breaks free from the laws and walks the path of magic' is literally worlds apart.

If I were to think of a case with a high probability, it would be Harkan.

The old master must have been hoping for revenge. However, no matter how much of a wizard he is, if his magical circuits are completely shattered, whatever he does is nothing more than the writhing of an insect.

But that doesn't mean there was no treatment.

A saint of the Church of Luas. She was so fanatical about the invisible god that it was said she could even raise the dead.

Of course, there was no way that such a saint would meet Harkan.

<Extinction>

Black flames covered the human body.

The corpse disappeared in the blink of an eye without leaving any ashes. Dahit opened his mouth after wiping his hands with the towel his subordinate had given him.

“Harkan, it seems like it was that old man’s doing.”

“I will track it down right away.”

“Okay, they’re probably dead anyway. Don’t look for the missing ones. They’ll think you gave them to their old master as companions on their journey to the afterlife.”

There are two 4th tier ones and one 3rd tier one. However, there is no difference in the power of Mana Black Hour.

Rather, it seems that he fell into the trap that Harkan desperately prepared to kill Dahit, so he did his job.

I never thought Harkan would be the culprit in the first place.

The old-fashioned master was not good at such tricks. He also did not have the power to destroy the power source of the magic tower. That was one of the impossible tasks even for Dahit.

Still, I looked for it just in case.

'It's a shame to lose the compass, but it's a worthy price to pay for my master's life.'

With that conclusion, the case against Harkan was concluded.

There was no more time to waste on the dead. Dahit pushed the thought aside and focused on the present.

After Bohemirn's Tower formed a slaughterhouse, all nearby branches disappeared. No matter how much they tried to hide it, the information power of other Towers that helped Bohemirn could not be ignored.

First of all, there was a retreat.

Since the opponent was the opponent, this side also had to prepare properly. The new branch for that purpose was almost finished.

'We have to disperse their power somehow.'

After that, if Dahit personally kills Matapju, the situation will end.

Next, we need to purge the culprit who framed Black Hour and all those involved.

And even the subordinate who had spent a considerable amount of money and secretly deployed to the rooftop, but disappeared when the incident broke out.

Dahit appeared cold on the outside, but inside he was burning with revenge.

At that moment, a wizard wearing a black robe rushed over and knelt before Dahit.

“Look, I’m reporting!”

I have a bad feeling about this.

"……what?"

“The branch office near the Empire that was almost completed was destroyed by Bohemian’s assassination squad……!”

annihilation.

All of the Black Hour members who had been deployed were killed, and all of the supplies, including the potions that had been sent, were taken away. Most importantly, the plan that Dahit had set up was abandoned before it could even begin.

Crunch.

The handle of the chair was shattered. Dahit barely suppressed his anger and ordered them.

“……Pull back the front lines.”

The sphere of influence of Black Hour shrinks from time to time.

However, Dahit was not one to just watch. Whenever he was ready, he would personally step forward and tear the Matap guys apart.

'So just wait.'

The Tower and Black Hour.

There was an air of calm before a storm between them.

And meanwhile, Verden.

“Hmm, it smells good.”

I was enjoying a break in the principality's resort city, drinking the finest tea.

* * *

Verden woke up, rubbed his eyes, and opened the curtains.

Warm sunlight streamed in through the window, and when I looked down, I saw a bustling city.

Brienthe, a resort city in the Duchy of Liviant.

After dealing with all the black hours, I opened the map and headed straight here.

When I arrived, I looked quite shabby, having flown all day and night.

'But I guess I'll avoid tracking with this.'

There is no trace. There were witnesses in the village who saw Verden, but it is not easy to track someone from a long distance because it is a case of impression.

Even if it was Black Hour, there would be no room to send out the main force while fighting a war with the Magic Tower.

'If possible, I wish you didn't even know I existed.'

Verden sat at his desk, gathering his thoughts while eating the breakfast provided by the inn.

A lot has changed in a short period of time. I've been promoted to the 4th tier, and I've gained new attributes and magic. I need to hone my skills to move forward.

First of all, the 4th tier.

Tier 1 and 2 are the basics. Tier 3 has a lot of basic magic, while Tier 4 has more destructive and diverse magic.

The firepower that Verden lacked was naturally resolved as he grew to a higher level.

'And the attributes and magic that Harkan gave.'

A gray magic power formed in Verden's hand.

The mysterious effect of this unfamiliar magical power was so amazing that even Verden, who had studied numerous magical theories, was astonished.

The afterimages and afterimages of magical power are connected to form a single form, and by amplifying each other, a power that did not exist before is generated. Its appearance is like a constellation.

How could they create magic that didn't even have properties?

Harkan's memory answered. This was the path he had walked.

It's impossible for a wizard.

It was a kind of miracle that only a magician who had escaped the law could achieve. No matter how great your magical power was or how much magic you had learned, it was something you could never reach.

But Verden was different.

He was also the only one who achieved the miracle of reversing the flow.

It would have been impossible without the power source of the magic tower, which, unlike Harkan, had infinite magical power, but it was clear that a miracle had occurred.

From the world's perspective, Verden was a being that had taken a step towards magic.

But Verden himself did not admit it.

It was not something I accomplished on my own, but something I would not have even attempted without the Heart of the Tower and the collection of Tower Masters.

His magic hasn't started yet.

Verden thought, flicking his gray magic here and there.

'The magic created by Harkan needs to be improved.'

The five stars of Harkan, Oseong (五星).

At the current level, I could only handle the first star, and even that was consuming too much magic power. Even if the destructive power was overwhelming, it was impossible to use it in actual combat.

“I wish it was divided into several parts rather than one huge one…….”

I felt like I was catching something, but nothing really came to mind.

I had no choice but to slowly study while deciding on the direction of improvement. I also had to dismantle the Black Hour Compass. Brente was the perfect city to spend that time in.

Berden stretched and looked up at the ceiling.

So what do you need right now?

Then, suddenly, he saw a staff lying next to the bed. It was a staff that he had taken from a former adventurer thief, and had reforged into a staff. It was a weapon that he had used in battles against Gluttony, the Lamenting Knight, and Black Hour.

There were scratches and dents here and there, and even the staff's jewelry wasn't in good condition.

“It’s new equipment.”

It was going to get cold soon, so I needed to get a new robe.

There is plenty of money. And since this city is a popular place for adventurers to relax, the facilities are quite good.

Having decided what to do, Verden took action immediately.

* * *

Even though it was still morning, the streets were full of people.

An ordinary family, a porter, an adventurer heading to the blacksmith shop with a thick wallet, and even a noble-looking man in a luxurious carriage.

Verden was one of them, loitering nearby.

'I don't know where to go. I wish someone would show me around.'

At least, it's a recommended store.

While I was looking around, rubbing my chin, I saw a sign that looked familiar.

'Cone Company?'

It was the company that Conrad had mentioned when we met in the Barondom of Pythe.

I remember him clearly saying it was a family business. I remembered that he asked me to give him my name if I visited him later.

That's a good thing.

Verden entered the building of the Con Company without hesitation. As he headed to the counter, the guards nearby narrowed their eyes and looked on guard.

The man wearing round glasses bowed his head.

“Welcome to Corn Shop. Our shop is generally specialized in wholesale, and sometimes carries special items that are not available in the market. What would you like to order?”

“Someone I know told me that if you ever need anything, stop by Con Store.”

“Oh, have you been introduced? Do you happen to know his name?”

“My name is Conrad.”

Conrad?

The man blinked in surprise. Berden continued.

“I once saved his life in the Pythe Estate. He told me that if I gave his name to the Con Company later, I would never suffer a loss.”

I've heard of it.

In a letter that Conrad sent me a while ago, it was clear that he had almost lost his life to bandits and demi-humans while on his way to the Pythe estate. And that there was a wizard who saved him.

A benefactor with gray hair, blue eyes, and a handsome appearance.

“Are you… Asher?”

Verden nodded.

Then the man straightened up and greeted her again, more politely.

“My name is Condor. I am in charge of the Briente branch of the Con Company. I have no words to say to you for not recognizing the person who saved my cousin.”

“Okay-”

“Oh, no! I shouldn’t have kept my benefactor here for so long. Come, please. I will prepare the best tea and snacks for you, Asher. How about we talk later about what you would like? As Conrad said, you won’t lose anything.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. The motto of the Conrad family, a merchant family from birth.

This level of treatment was both expected and deserved.

'It's definitely Conrad's family,'

Apart from their appearances, they are very similar in that they talk a lot.

Verden nodded and followed Condor to the special reception room of the Con Company.