Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 469

Episode 469: The Alchemist's Speech

“When can I start making the magic core?”

“…….”

A silent gaze was turned towards Lito Barslan's suddenly changed attitude.

Silence fell.

Rito, who immediately felt embarrassed, licked his lips again and scratched his messy head.

“Ugh, that’s why people who are serious about everything are so boring. In times like this, shouldn’t you respond with something like, ‘Do you like this fruit so much? Why?’ or ‘What did you see in this fruit that made you do that all of a sudden?’? Isn’t it too much to look at them with such pitiful eyes just because they treated you with respect that you shouldn’t?”

The old man, who was over 70 years old and often played pranks on his guests, had some validity to his point.

Still, there was no particular reason why Verden and Isabella were just staring blankly at Lito.

It was simply that it seemed completely out of place for this old alchemist, who looked more stern than anyone else, to be acting politely.

Only then did Isabella ask.

“What do you see in this fruit?”

“Well, it’s kind of a leeway.”

Rito wiped away his discontented expression as if it had never happened. Then, he looked down at some of the fruit Isabella had given him, which was about the size of a speck of dust.

“Basically, the healing phenomenon caused by potions is a sophisticated process. It stimulates the body’s own vitality… that is, physical strength, and promotes healing power to recover from wounds. That’s why it is very versatile and portable, but you have to be careful when handling potions depending on the severity of your injury.”

No one can deny the usefulness of potions in quickly recovering from critical injuries, and their effects become stronger the closer they get to the highest level.

But it can never be omnipotent.

It is impossible to improve symptoms of infection or the disease itself, except for trauma, with commonly used potions.

The more serious the wound that needs to be healed, the greater the burden on the body.

In fact, there were cases where adventurers who were on the verge of death during a subjugation had their organs torn out and were hastily given potions, but ended up dying instantly. Many people who collapsed from exhaustion would faint during the healing process.

“To put it simply, the way a potion works is that it flows from the inside out. But the fruit you gave me… is very special. It’s the complete opposite. I cut it myself, squeezed the juice, and applied the flesh to observe the process, and it flows from the outside in.”

Rito held out his bloody arm without hesitation. The artificial cut had already healed.

Isabella was inwardly astonished.

'Even so, I never thought I would be able to test the efficacy of the fruit on my own body.'

Am I old and out of my mind? … Is it because I have the overwhelming experience and skills to act with confidence in my own safety during that short period of time?

Whatever it is, the alchemist named Lito Barslan is definitely a very unusual and eccentric person.

At that moment, Lito turned his gaze to Isabella.

“As the young lady said earlier, when she tried it herself, she found that it worked completely differently from how potions work. Is that why this is the case?”

"yes that's right."

“And that’s probably all we’ve discovered so far.”

“……That’s right.”

Isabella responded with a slightly annoyed expression to the remark that seemed to belittle the level of alchemy.

Of course, Rito didn't care at all.

I never really ignored him. He just spoke to me harshly.

“What example should I give to make it easier to understand… Ah, okay. This will do.”

Rito took his hand away from scratching his beard.

“You and Miss. You’ve both heard of what an elixir is, right?”

Of course, there's no way I wouldn't know.

“Is there any wizard who doesn’t know about the elixir, known as the legendary potion?”

“Kk, kk, calling it a legend sounds too fantastical. I admit that it’s something that no alchemist could create even if they spent their entire lives pouring their heart and soul into it, but it’s not like it doesn’t exist at all.”

Isabella's eyes widened.

Because it sounded like I had actually seen the elixir in person.

Verden, who realized that this was true, listened to the explanation that followed.

“Elixirs can heal anything, no matter how fatal the wound or disease, as long as you don’t die. However, they are strictly ‘potions’. Since they are potions, the healing works both internally and externally. However, there is a crucial difference between them and the potions we have been talking about. Do you know what that is?”

“So there are no side effects to the elixir?”

“That’s right! Unlike other potions, elixirs not only have incredible healing powers, but they also replace the stamina consumed by them, making no demands on the user. They are the perfect potion for healing only. That’s why they are the ultimate in alchemy.”

Rito crossed his arms.

“Here’s something to think about. Elixirs are perfect as potions, but making them is like picking stars from the night sky. So… what if we give up that perfection?”

“What does that mean?”

“If you put down what you have in your hand as much as necessary, the healing power contained in the elixir can be implemented as much as you want. Long-term repair? Regeneration of a damaged body? It is possible if you maximize and balance the action and reaction of the potion at the same time.”

He snorted.

“Instead, the user must pay a price that is comparable to the cost. For example, the lifespan is shortened by consuming fundamental life force. What kind of potion is that that sells the future? It is simply a failure.”

“……!”

Verden and Isabella could not easily ignore the Elixir speech that began in the cabin.

Well, I've encountered the failure that Rito mentioned before.

'The second disciple of the Bohemian Tower, Rayshen Taillord.'

He has regenerated his body several times by taking fake elixirs, sacrificing his own life.

Gulp, gulp.

Rito took a sip of the lukewarm water on the desk and caught his breath.

“Huh…… Back to the main topic, the elixir works from the inside out──that is, after taking it, the body reacts and the healing phenomenon occurs. In that process, a living body is always required. That’s why it can’t revive a dead person. The elixir’s effects are blocked in the middle and don’t proceed.”

however.

“This fruit works in reverse. From the outside to the inside──as soon as you ingest it, healing begins. Regardless of whether the body is alive or dead! Because it is not necessary for the process! Do you know what this means now?”

Rito chuckled as he looked at the two people.

“I can return a dead body to its original state. To the state it was in when it was alive.”

* * *

As far as Verden knows, there is only one case where a dead 'person' can be brought back to life.

Saint of the Church of Luas.

As was the case when subduing the Bone Dragon, he is the only one among the four existing divine beings who can create unique miracles and directly influence the other side of the continent.

This is no secret.

It was common sense in the world that everyone, whether noble or commoner, knew.

But can the fruit of Lisandro resurrect a dead being?

'Surely not.'

If that were the case, Serendia, the manager of the Great Forest, would have spoken out long ago.

Of course, Carans would have been the same.

Verden asked.

“What are the chances that this hypothesis will come true?”

“I don’t know. There’s no need to consider it. No matter what the probability, a hypothesis is still a hypothesis… Above all, in order for this hypothesis to come true, another hypothesis must be solved first. That is the soul.”

Isabella tilted her head.

“Soul?”

“If you’ve read the scriptures of the Luasian faith, you’ll know that they talk about the existence of the soul and the crossroads that the soul faces after leaving the body…the world after death. Of course, I’ve never experienced such things, but I think they’re real. Because the power of the divine exists.”

Qi comes from life itself, and magic is an element that constitutes the world in the first place.

So where does divine power come from?

The story that the light that only humans can handle and the miracles that emerge from it originate from the goddess Luas is soon true.

Because there is no other way to explain it.

“What on earth is the concept of soul?”

After saying that, Rito uncrossed his arms and caressed the corner of his mouth with his right hand.

“Does death mean the soul leaving the body that has become cold? Then, on the contrary, does the soul return when the dead body warms up and the heart starts beating? Then, does it also apply to the soul that washes away its own filth and goes to Luas’ side as written in the scriptures? On the other hand, what about the resurrection of beings other than humans? What would happen if the body of an undead were to return to its original state?”

The muttering, which was almost like talking to a soliloquy, poured out and then suddenly stopped.

Rito shook his head slowly.

“As you can see, there are many questions attached to this question like a stem. But honestly, it’s not a very nutritious story. Above all, the possibility that this fruit can restore a dead body is nothing more than a slim possibility.”

“…….”

“Even the highest-grade potions go through a difficult manufacturing process, so how complicated would a potion made from this fruit be? Isn’t it? So you’d better be careful, young lady. If you approach it carelessly, you’ll end up sick of alchemy. But if you take it too seriously, you’ll age in an instant.”

Rito gave advice from experience: "Don't get caught up in anything and enjoy your youthful excitement."

Silence fell.

It was a heavier silence than when Rito had just been paying his respects.

Isabella brought out the question that Verden had been asking himself.

“Lito Barslan. Who the hell are you?”

“Keul keul keul, I was once an alchemist who devoted my youth to traveling the world.”

Rito stood up from the folding chair.

“And I am also an old man who has become very interested in the new stimulation brought by the welcome guests. Now, let’s go back to the beginning.”

Curious eyes were fixed on the sample of Lisandro's fruit.

“In return for manufacturing the magic core as requested, I will receive all of the samples. Well, if possible, I would like the original ones…….”

“Absolutely not.”

“Of course I don’t think so. Greed is greed, and excessive greed is excessive greed. Instead, the production cost is paid in advance. Just like you did before.”

Isabella checked Verden's intentions with just a glance and handed over the sample.

Rito kept it very preciously.

“It’ll take about a day or two. Of course, if you can help, it’ll be finished sooner.”

“If you allow me, I will help you.”

“Oh, you seem to know a little about alchemy, and judging by your confidence, you must be talented. Good. Add one more assistant. Now, what are you going to do, you who has an overwhelming talent for elemental magic, can create magic circles, and has knowledge of alchemy?”

Verden often got up, thinking of Rito, who had called him a crazy person.

“I’ll just watch from afar. But while you’re at it, can you teach me how to make magic nukes?”

“To this girl? Well, that depends on her abilities.”

If Rito can learn by looking at it, he smiled and said, then he swept his arm in a large sweep toward the messy space.

Whoosh!

After all the clutter had been cleared away, I placed my high-quality alchemical tools on the cleaned table.

Lastly, even the materials to be used in the magic core.

“I’ll adjust the speed for you, so help me out. If you really want to learn.”

“I’ll follow along, so don’t worry and just do as you normally do.”

“Oh… I don’t know why, but this smells a bit like a crazy person, like Asher. They say that like-minded people gather together. I hate those who are just talking, but let’s see if they can take responsibility for what they say.”

Lito and Isabella each wore gloves coated with insulation and thick masks.

“Let’s get started.”

Two people started manufacturing the magic nuke.

* * *

Experienced and hard-working.

Over the course of about an hour, the alchemists prepared all the materials and split into two groups to take on their respective roles.

Rito painstakingly separated the components of the mandrake extract, extracting only the necessary parts, then gathered about half of the ingredients and mixed them with a single drop of the liquid.

In the meantime, Isabella peeled off the skin of Jordan's fingernails, ground the contents into a powder, and mixed it with water in which she had boiled the root of the root of the root of the magic flower.

While boiling and straining the remaining ingredients, including the petals of the magic flower, I kept turning my gaze to spy on Rito’s work process with my right eye.

'You're better than me.'

Verden, who had been outside the cabin so as not to disturb them, sat on the steps while evaluating Isabella's alchemy through the window.

Then he supported his chin with the back of his hand.

'Where is Rito from?'

It is said that he traveled the world before settling in the duchy, but before that he must have belonged to some group that was able to lay the foundation for his abilities.

Due to the nature of alchemy, it is very difficult to obtain precious materials alone.

From the beginning, when I first started making magic cores, I wasn't self-taught. My own power is minimal, so it can't be a magic tower…

'No, there are exceptions to the magic tower.'

What came to Verden's mind were two towers.

First, Artisan Matap, ranked second in the overall ranking.

This magic tower mass-produces countless magical items with manufacturing technology that no other power can match, and they exclusively design and manufacture their own magical items, creating enormous wealth.

In addition, since they have the sole technology to build large-scale aircraft, each country sells the production license through auctions.

Of course, production costs are separate.

Verden holds a single large flying craft permit from Princess Silis.

For these reasons, the influence that the Artesian Tower has on the entire continent is known to be irreplaceable by any group.

That is why, despite being at the bottom of the military hierarchy, it ranks second, beating out the Bohemian Tower and the Dark Wotton Tower.

'I heard that even if you're not a wizard, if you have exceptional talent in another magical field, you can be hired through special recruitment.'

Of course, since it is a magic tower, it would be impossible to even pass the threshold with just a moderate level. Not everyone would be able to take the test even if they wanted to.

In that sense, the skills and thoughts that Rito showed were quite impressive. It wouldn't be strange to think that he was from the Artesan Tower.

And second, the top ranking tower in the overall ranking.

As for this magic tower… … Honestly, even Verden didn’t know much about it.

Because it was difficult for him to access official activities as a low-level researcher at the Tower of Magic.

All I know is fragmentary information.

They created their own unique realm of mystery, centered around a tower they built on the highest mountain on the continent.

As the 8th-tier transcendental Magic Tower Master leads the group, he is the undisputed number one in the Magic Tower's military hierarchy and reigns at the top of the magic world.

'As expected, there's a lack of information. Well, it's the best of the three magic towers, so it's only natural that it's hard to even hear rumors from far away.'

Initially, Verden had little interest in anything other than the Bohemian Tower.

Not now, though.

I guess I can ask the wise men of the Society later when I have time. I don't know when I'll have the time.

While Verden was lost in thought, the sun had already set. The sunset disappeared beyond the horizon and darkness fell.

The Milky Way decorating the night sky.

As it was softly illuminating the ground, the door to the cabin opened.

“Are you done with the intermediate work?”

“Just now. Rito went to sleep right after finishing his work. He asked me to wake him up in 7 hours.”

Isabella relaxed her shoulders and flopped down next to Verden.

“If we keep going like this, it’ll be finished by morning. It’s definitely faster than when I assisted.”

“Rito said so anyway. You’re better than I thought. I should be better at at least one thing than Gaju, right?”

She was staring at the starlight, then she brought her knees together and put her cheek against his, blinking and looking at Verden's profile.

“But if I consume the magic nucleus, will I have the same eyes as Gaju? Magic eyes?”

“That won’t be the case. You and I have some things in common, but we also have clear differences. Inevitably, different powers will manifest.”

Even Verden doesn't know what it is. The change he had obtained the eye of the eye two years ago was also something he had not anticipated at all.

Still, one thing could be said for sure.

“No matter what happens, I have no regrets.”

Isabella Deiros liked Verden's convictions.

“I'll look forward to it.”

Bam!

At that moment, the second floor window of the cabin opened wide and Rito suddenly popped his head out.

“Be quiet so I can get some sleep! If you don’t like it, then just speak louder! Let me hear it too!!”

The former was sincere, and the latter was also sincere.

Rito, who looked obviously tired, immediately closed the window and disappeared.

“…….”

The transcendent being of destruction shrugged his shoulders, and the woman identified as a heteromorph smiled silently, enjoying the silence.

As time passed, morning came.