Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 445

Episode 445 Advance (1)

While Linus was looking around at his master, Gharun walked forward and inspected the facility.

Giggle, giggle.

There was a series of jarring, metallic sounds. Just listening to them made me feel like I had been left alone for quite some time.

“Hmm…… hmm…….”

Opening and closing my eyelids very slowly, I look around at the huge, cooled furnaces, blast furnaces, and other devices used in creation.

Gharun knelt on one knee and inspected the lower part of the facility, then gave a brief assessment while sweeping his orange beard.

“It certainly needs a lot of work. There’s almost no rust, but there’s a lot of foreign matter stuck to it. The joints are completely hardened, so they need separate repairs… The durability is particularly bad. Well, that’s to be expected, considering it’s been neglected for over 200 years. Tsk.”

Gharun complained, saying, 'That bastard named Golden Moru is stuck in a tree and is throwing the facility away like this. There is no other dwarf who is more useless than that.'

Verden approached.

“Is there any problem with reusing it?”

“If it’s fully operational, it won’t last long and will slowly break down, but that’s okay. All we need is one more chance.”

Gharun raised his body

“We’ll do a full inspection, repair it, and redesign the foundation. It’ll only take a few days. It looks like we have more than enough materials.”

Large buildings erected at the corners of the facility.

Inside the warehouse, covered in dust, various types of metal ingots lie dormant.

The quantity is considerable.

There was no trace of the Soul Tree touching the metal, as there were no nutrients to absorb.

Materials to fill in the gaps in staff production and Gharun's great hammer were taken from the Red Volcano Clan's Vigo.

We have secured the Black Volcano Clan's facilities, which can produce top-tier weapons.

“With this, the preparations are pretty much complete.”

Then Linus raised his hand.

“Excuse me, Master.”

"why."

“But the most important thing… isn’t there no firepower?”

Yes, that's right.

Even if you subjugate the Soul Tree, there is no way the long-depleted veins will return.

The cold is spicy.

A chilly air that turned my breath white silently circulated around.

Gharun looked at Linus pitifully.

“Have you become as hard as a rock because you’ve been following me around all day? Disciple, that’s why you’re one-armed.”

“What does this have to do with having one arm missing…….”

“Of course it matters. You’re complaining about not seeing something that’s right in front of you.”

[I agree with that decision.]

Alpha nodded and pointed at Verden.

[Your Majesty is the center.]

Not only does it fire meteors from the sky, but the Transcendent's overwhelming firepower melts the dwarf's Mercury weapons from the front.

There's no way we couldn't create a lava lake to provide heat to the facility.

* * *

The geothermal energy of the black volcano has dried up, and the tectonic shift has completely distorted the connection between the facility and the lava lake.

A new source is needed.

A new path is needed.

We need to create a new board by focusing on facilities that have been closed for a long time.

“Here is a schematic diagram of the blast furnace area.”

“Let’s see… Huh. Considering that it only has one arm, it’s drawn reasonably recognizable.”

“Have you forgotten that my nickname is Oesu? I am the creator of Orient, His Majesty Asher’s favorite weapon.”

“You were kidnapped and imprisoned in the kingdom, and you still have your mouth full. Yeah, you’re great.”

Gharun and Linus took turns drawing the design drawings.

The goal was to create the shortest and most optimal route to new sources and facilities.

and.

“Here, light a fire. And fill it up with cold water while you’re at it.”

"i get it."

“……Master is probably the only dwarf who would ask a transcendent being like that.”

Verden created a super-heated flame, activating one of the furnaces and a makeshift brazier.

Land! Land! Land! Land!

The neatly melted metal ingot was poured into a pre-made mold. After cooling it down and solidifying the shape, the metal was skillfully and quickly pounded with a small hammer.

It seems slow, but it's fast.

When I looked away for a moment and then looked again, I could see that things had progressed.

[Excellent technical skills. Observation is required.]

Alpha followed them closely with Verden's permission, keeping an eye on them. There was no chance of an accident happening along the way and damaging the guy.

Mini Golems have no offensive capabilities, but are specialized in defensive performance.

Even a single blow from a hammer without any physical reinforcement leaves no scratches on him. Even if he falls into lava, he can withstand it until Verden responds.

About four days passed like that.

“Phew.”

Covered in sweat, Gharun washed away his thirst with alcohol and went out of the facility, setting foot on the citadel where Ugumar had died.

'He's still doing that.'

As expected, Geraldine was sitting on the edge. After the Soul Tree was subjugated, he returned from the village and was quietly staying in the castle.

“What are you doing?”

“…….”

There is no answer.

Gharun let out a breath and plopped down next to Geraldine.

When I handed him the [Endless Bottle of Alcohol], Geraldine gulped it down.

Gharun said.

“As you can see, the Soul Tree is dead. There is little that can threaten the dwarves anymore.”

“…….”

“If you search through the ruined fortress, you can easily make an ascent device, or you can borrow the power of a transcendent being and get out right away. Either way, there’s no reason to be trapped underground anymore.”

Out of the cold basement and into the warm, sunny area.

“So I thought about it carefully.”

Geraldine stared at the old ruins.

“It’s certainly much easier to live above ground than underground. The volcanic zone is a land suitable for dwarves, so the villagers will adapt quickly. I also want to go above ground if possible. But… will they really welcome us?”

The Black Volcano was cursed and must not be approached, and so the rumor that had been floating around for over 200 years finally struck fear into the hearts of the dwarves.

There is no need to explain why the dwarves who were Gharun's disciples stopped shouting their orthodoxy in fear and hid in the waystone.

“It’s obvious how the other dwarves will look at us. Far from liking us, they’ll choose to reject us.”

“Yeah, because dwarves are selfish.”

Gharun crossed his arms.

“But we can’t survive in this damn underground forever. It’s actually abnormal that the village has survived this long. If we insist on staying, we’ll all die in the end.”

“I guess so…….”

Geraldine sighed deeply.

For several days, I have been vaguely judging with a face full of agony and hesitation.

It was difficult to judge what was the right decision.

Gharun frowned.

'The Geraldine of the past wasn't like this… … .'

Unlike other dwarves, young Geraldine pursued a life of wealth and desired unearned income.

As expected of a dwarf, he was talented and dexterous, but he preferred to sleep comfortably rather than work hard on creations that would take several nights.

By the way, the reason he participated in the second search party for the Black Volcano was because the clan leader at the time promised a huge reward.

But now, Geraldine is different.

He is completely focused on a small dwarven village of about 200 people. Perhaps he values it more than his own life.

Age 289 and harsh experiences have changed Gerardine.

Suddenly, the words of Arkul, the leader of the Red Volcano Clan at the time, came to mind.

───Hammer of Incision, Gharun. I recognize your accomplishments. You are worthy of being called a legend. You are the epitome of a dwarf. But that is why… … You will never understand me. You have never been a clan leader.

That's right.

Gharun has no idea about the responsibility of leading hundreds or thousands of dwarves. He has lived his whole life as he pleased, acting according to his own standards.

That was him.

'Should I do that again this time?'

The hammer with the incision hesitated to act for the first time, pondering the new choice.

Then he roughly rubbed his face with his thick hands and got up from his seat.

“Gerardine.”

"huh?"

“What do you think of the dwarves in the village? Are they any good with their craft?”

“Well, I’m a dwarf, so I know the basics. I taught you a little bit, too. But why all of a sudden?”

“Then gather everyone here. I will hire them to operate the facility. The village chief can’t feed and raise them all by himself forever. My guys need to learn what they need to learn and learn to stand on their own.”

Geraldine blinked at the unexpected suggestion.

“Wait a minute, Gharun. Haven’t the kids ever handled a facility before?”

“It doesn’t matter if you lack skills. It will take effort, but if you have the tenacity, anyone can do it. I’ll only give you simple and repetitive tasks. And I’ll even teach you that myself. Yeah, shit… I’ll take responsibility.”

Gharun muttered softly and turned his back.

“Where are you going?”

“To negotiate a salary.”

* * *

Verden was deep in thought.

'Resistor… … .'

Circumstances have been confirmed where an unknown entity intervened in the Black Volcano.

Even though he was thoroughly hiding information, he was not an ordinary person, as the dwarven Golden Anvil was considered an object of worship.

It's a story from 300 years ago, so it might not be something we need to worry about much… … but that's probably not the case.

Gluttony.

ark.

The glory of the corpse.

These secretive groups of great power that Verden has encountered have been active for hundreds of years, not just 10 or 20 years.

Perhaps the character of the Resister also belongs to some group that is hiding from the world. It is highly possible.

I had that gut feeling.

Of course, there is no specific information about this, so there is no need to be overly cautious, but on the other hand, it would be wise to keep it in mind.

It was around the time when Verden had come to that conclusion and was concluding in his heart.

"hey."

Gharun entered the collapsed building.

A resolute determination was visible beyond the eyes of the old but neat dwarf.

Verden hit the player.

“Have you come to decide the salary?”

“Huh, that guy’s insight is… Yeah, that’s right. I came here to discuss compensation. It’s basically a one-sided proposal, but if you don’t accept it, I’ll give up on production and everything, so please agree unconditionally.”

Suddenly, he let go of his guard.

Verden, who had been prepared to pay a certain price anyway, nodded.

“The business comes before the answer.”

“I need protection.”

Gharun twitched his beard.

“Dwarves born and raised in this damned abyss will be shunned no matter which clan they join. No matter how you try to convince them, the selfish dwarves will hate you and even despise you, calling you cursed. In extreme cases, they might kill you.”

"so."

“If you are a transcendent being, you must have your own territory. Or you are preparing one… Take the dwarves there and give them a place to live. Do not rule them, but respect and protect us independently. That is the only reward I ask of you.”

It's an altruistic request.

Was it simply sympathy, or the presence of my brother? Or was it because I saw the golden anvil that destroyed the clan for my mission and creation?

'Probably everything.'

Anyway, the important thing is that the hammer with the incision is thinking of and looking at other dwarves, not itself.

“The migration of the dwarf village. Are you, Gharun, included in that plan?”

“I don’t know when my 289-year-old brother will become senile. He doesn’t look very trustworthy. So I have to go with him. Of course, Linus is included. I didn’t get his consent, but if the master goes, why wouldn’t the disciple follow him?”

Unfortunately, Linus had no choice.

Verden didn't worry.

“If the dwarves were to make a new home, a mine would be a suitable choice.”

“……!”

“A large mine is about to come into our possession. If that is okay, I will offer it to you. As a neighbor and collaborator.”

Although Berden did not yet own the large mine, he was nevertheless confident.

I trusted Adrian and Isabella, who were active in the land of the uninhabited.

“Oh, that’s hot.”

Gharun stretched out his arm.

It was a hand stained with sweat and soot. Verden willingly took hold of it.

* * *

Facility inspection and repairs have been completed.

When the light from the magic lamp shone on the metal that had been oiled and had been cleaned of foreign substances here and there, the light sparkled so much that objects appeared to be reflected.

Also, at the request of Gharun and Linus, Verden expanded the facility arbitrarily by manipulating its ground using <Terrain Manipulation>.

A huge, deep pit, now completely protected by a magic circle created by Verden, in a place that was originally blocked by a wall.

Its interior is half-filled with a vast quantity of black rock fragments, all of which will melt and become magma itself.

“Ready, Your Majesty.”

Linus, who had finally finished checking, signaled while leaving the area.

Verden activated the magic circuit.

“Then let’s begin.”

In an instant, magical power exploded out of his body and rose up uncontrollably. The clearly tangible magical power surged violently like a blue flame.

───!

Then, as the Infinite Magic Gate is opened and the transcendental status is fully revealed, the facility begins to slowly shake.

As the magical power pulsed twice at intervals, an oppressive pressure engulfed the area.

“Ugh.”

Linus passed out.

Gharun, who slowly put his disciple down by holding his collar, broke out in a cold sweat.

“This is quite violent.”

[Highest horsepower.]

Alpha, on the other hand, was fine.

Since it is powered by the transcendent's magical power, it is free from its influence.

Verden clasped his hands together.

A small flame concentrated at one point flashes with an intense yellow light.

In the aftermath, the surrounding temperature soared.

'But this is not enough.'

What Gharun wants is maximum firepower.

You probably don't want this level of heat. One attribute isn't enough.

Pfft pfft pfft!

The instantaneous temperature realized by the lightning series far exceeds the flame attribute. When lightning was forcibly applied to the infinitely dense flame itself, a repulsive force was applied.

I pressed down hard.

Lightning flashed from moment to moment from the form created by the forcible fusion of flame and electricity under enormous pressure. Parts of the ground hit by it melted.

Finally, Verden threw the lightning ball with all his might, releasing all control by deploying his magical power and releasing its power.

Maximum power.

Kwak …

The waves of magic spread.

Blue lightning and bright yellow flames tangled together, causing disaster. Everything beneath the pit melted.

The heat was so great that it greatly affected the wall protected by the highest level magic circle.

Cheeeeeeek───

Several metal pillars stuck in the pit glowed red.

Heat moves.

The facilities connected to it began to make noise gradually.

Very roughly.

A strange light appeared in Gharun's eyes.

“This is truly an incredible amount of firepower……! Even a pillar made of Caloran metal, which is superior to the highest grade metals in terms of heat resistance, is in danger. Alright…… That’s right, a Transcendent should be able to do this much!”

"100 million!"

An excited Gharun immediately woke Linus up and sent him outside.

A while later, Linus brought all the dwarves from the underground village.

Including Geraldine.

Gharun shouted.

“From now on, you will operate the facilities left behind by your ancestors. If you just do what I taught you a while ago, you will be able to do one person’s share. It will be painless compared to your lives so far. When everything is over, you will leave the underground and go outside. You will no longer have to shiver in the cold or go hungry.”

“Well, then! And, will you give me some snacks too?!”

“Yes, of course!”

“Are you giving me meat too?”

“You’ll be able to eat that kind of stuff from now on without any worries!”

The young dwarf, Marmal, cheered, and the other dwarves joined in.

My hands are shaking.

My heart is pounding.

The dwarf's instincts reacted when he encountered an intense heat he had never felt before.

“Gerardine!”

“Okay, little brother!”

Upon receiving the signal, Geraldine lifted the Soul Tree, its core, and the golden anvil and golden hammer that were part of it, and threw them into one of the furnaces.

The slowly melting legacy of Ougumar is being reborn as a metal formwork.

“……Become the cornerstone and watch over us, Ugumar. I will show you what a true dwarf is.”

Gharun took a deep breath.

He raised his giant hammer, Markuaab, high and let out a mighty roar.

“Creation begins now!!”

Production of Verden's staff begins.

* * *

The land of black volcanoes.

A large number of large flying machines appeared in the once dry yellow sky.

The flag of the Arnak Empire fluttered.

The black knight Privalt, who had been pursuing the intruders of the fortress with only his own aircraft, sat down on a cold black rock and quietly raised his head.

“You’re late.”

“What’s late about being late?”

The woman who came down from the sky, Merissa, glared sharply at Privalt.

“I came running as soon as I heard you were calling for emergency assistance, but why aren’t you waiting at the red volcano and are moving around on your own?”

───Kooooong!!

Following Merissa, a large old man named Grizzly landed on the ground with a loud crash and responded with a hearty laugh.

“Hahaha. If you just sit there and wait, you’re not a blacksmith.”

“Well, that’s true.”

Two people faced each other.

“So what traces did the intruder leave behind?”

Lord of the Grand Duke of Rivandale───Black Knight, Privalt.

Lord of the Imperial Magic Castle───Sorceress, Merissa Pesfield.

The Lord of the Legion───Griswall, the Deviant.

Half of the six lords of the empire gathered in the volcanic region.