Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 475

Episode 475: Transformation (3)

The streets of Gargant at night are busier than during the day.

Magic stone lanterns that flash in a variety of colors.

While the dark and deep alleys are filled with people with sinister and impure intentions, the main streets are filled with nightlife, laughing and chatting with citizens enjoying life in the big city.

It was a rare sight before magic became commercialized.

And above it, transcendent beings were conversing.

“Huh? You look so bad. Where on earth are you looking at?”

“You are talking nonsense. Even you wouldn’t think that your appearance suits your age.”

“Oh my, what is there to do with hanging out and sleeping? I am myself no matter what I look like. Are you still rude?”

Ignacia sat on the rooftop railing, kicking her feet.

The splendid lights of the earth became her backdrop.

“But why did the Dark Moon, who is causing a stir in the magic world, come to Gargant? Surely she didn’t come here to pick a fight with me. I’m sleepy right now, so could you explain it to me in detail and quickly?”

“I came to make a deal.”

"transaction?"

Ignacia's face, which had been slightly filled with anticipation, turned boredom-like.

“What, you came because of Ignacia’s scales? You couldn’t participate last time because you were fighting the war with the Magic Tower, so you came here yourself?”

"I am……."

“That’s right! The auction just before using the labyrinth was really fun. There were a lot of products, but there were also some that I really liked.”

She gestured, thinking of a sorcerer with gray hair and blue eyes.

“But I don’t really feel like holding an auction right now. Come back later. I’ll make a special reservation system for you since you came in person. Oh, and if you have something really interesting to sell, take it out right away.”

The auctions hosted by Ignacia vary in size from one to the next.

You can either put up a product like Dragon's Bones like last time, or you can create a sort of large-scale black market.

She also serves as a transcendent being who reigns over the great city, ensuring absolute safety for her clients.

Sometimes even anonymity.

Thanks to this, customers of all kinds flock to the area, regardless of whether it is sunny or shady.

At this time, even wanted big-time criminals would show up and leisurely enjoy the auction without caring about what the world thought.

Black Hour was one of them.

They have been mainly working as sellers, selling various magic items or artifacts to raise huge amounts of money.

Sometimes I even stepped forward as a buyer.

In other words, Dahit is a regular and excellent customer to Ignacia.

But the reason Dahit came today was different from usual.

“Shut up for a moment and listen to me first. What I want is not your playground, but a personal transaction. Also, I am the buyer and you are the seller.”

"……aha."

Ignacia clapped her hands together.

“In short, you’re saying that there’s something you want from me in particular? That’s why the great Dark Moon came all the way here in person, despite her busy schedule. It must be a very important request, right?”

“It’s not a request, it’s a deal.”

“So what’s the difference? Whatever it is, it’s not you who’s in control, it’s me. But it’s really funny.”

The corners of the mouth are filled with an innocent smile.

A pure white hand swept back her brilliant purple hair.

“You came here without even contacting me in advance, and not only did you dare to invade someone else’s territory, but you even demanded my business… It’s funny. It’s funny. Did you lose interest in me because you made me so notorious in the magic world?”

At that moment, all emotion disappeared from Ignacia's eyes.

“Dahit Westroel. Do you want to die?”

Kugugugugugugugugu… … !

The whole area is shaking.

The ground on both sides curved and rose high into the sky, then connected as one in the distant sky.

Gargant itself became a giant circle that encompassed the world, surrounding Ignacia and Dahit.

Of course, this is not reality, but an illusion… … but it can never be taken lightly.

Ignacia is a transcendent being who transcends the virtual and real world, and the largest city on the continent is her domain.

Even if you are a transcendent being of the same level, you won't be able to easily escape once you have set foot here without permission.

Dahit narrowed his eyes.

“If you really want to kill me, you’ll have to erase my existence from everyone’s memories.”

“Don’t you get tired of that ‘memory theory’? If you die, you die. I’ll warn you one last time. Tell me exactly what the real issue is, in detail and quickly. I’m sleepy and annoyed right now.”

Ignacia, who had taken on the appearance of an adult, showed off her full form.

Illusions swirling everywhere.

The light in her eyes, containing the purple Milky Way, flickered.

“Or else, I could capture him here and hand him over to the Magic Tower? Or I could hold an auction for the identity of the culprit who caused the Bohemian Magic Tower’s power source to go out of control. I’m sure he’d be much more popular than the dragon material.”

At those words, Dahit's eyes widened.

“I have never caused a power outage.”

“What are you talking about after you killed even the Diamun Tower recently?”

“…….”

Dahit was genuinely frustrated, but he tried not to correct himself.

It doesn't mean anything anyway.

What use would such truth be when we have already been at war with the Western Continent's Magic Tower Alliance for two years?

Dahit sighed inwardly and spoke calmly.

“Since you’re urging me like that, I’ll get straight to the point. What I need is the super magic you have.”

Super magic.

A supreme and great power that can interfere with some aspects of the world, and a unique magic granted to those who transcend magic.

“Yeah, first… Wait. What?”

Ignacia blinked.

It was an unexpected request.

For a moment, his eyes sparkled, but then his momentum died down.

She tilted her head.

“It’s super magic. I’m interested in it, but… I’m a bit worried about how I’m going to trade it. I don’t know what might happen if I lend my power to a villain like you.”

“For you, a hedonist, is there such a thing as good and evil?”

“There are many different types of fun. If you were to massacre people with my magic, it would be incredibly boring. For you and for me.”

Ignacia came down from the railing.

At the same time, she disappeared and appeared behind Dahit's back.

“But if I lend you my super magic, what will you give me in return?”

“The conclusion of the research that will make my ideal come true.”

Dahit turned his head and looked at Ignacia over his shoulder.

The dark gray eyes sparkled with madness.

“The hierarchy of magic that I have interpreted. I will tell you the essence of that ‘concept’.”

"oh."

Ignacia laughed heartily.

It was a mad smile.

The world that had been covered in illusions has regained its original form.

“That… I want to hear more about it?”

* * *

In order to get Dahith Wesroel on stage on his own two feet, you must infiltrate the Great Hall, the center of the Black Hour.

Melad cleared his throat once and began to speak in an orderly manner.

“Black Hour is a group that was created strictly for the purpose of studying magic. It is now a transcendent force called the Death Wizard Group, but its roots remain the same.”

She put her hand on her face.

I wiped away the faint traces of tears that remained.

“We, the first members, were people who each thought we were the best in our respective fields of magic. It was arrogance, but it was also pride.”

Even as Harkan Digest was dying from the destruction of his magical circuits, he created the Holy Spirit magic and the potions that formed its basis.

Melad Tastyen, paralyzed from the waist down, gathered like-minded people to create the Society, an unprecedented anti-Magic Tower force.

Verden thought.

'The original members who created Black Hour were eight in total. Assuming that the other members' levels are similar to these two… … .'

It is no longer just a gathering.

It may not have an infinite power source, but its potential would be just as great as that of the Magic Tower.

Melad continued,

“Dahit was the co-disciple of that first member. He inherited everything we had built up at that time.”

“…….”

“He is a magic researcher before he becomes a powerful transcendent being. To put it simply, he is an overwhelming……”

Melad tried to add the adjective genius at the end, but swallowed it back.

If Dahit is such a being, then what kind of being is Verden, who achieved transcendence in his 20s?

For her, it was difficult to even find words to describe Verden's talent.

“Melad?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Shinsung. I lost my mind for a moment.”

Melad shook his head slightly to shake off his thoughts.

“It’s a bit stuffy being in one place. Should we take a walk? The weather has gotten nice again. Hares, please.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hares, who had experienced the level of a transcendent being, came to his senses again and slowly pushed the wheelchair behind Melad.

Although his gaze was focused on the distance, his consciousness was turned right next to him.

'Asher… … No, His Excellency Verden, was a transcendent being. Was it perhaps after the robe changed from platinum to black?'

It was Hares who was listening to the conversation with the tacit consent of the two people.

My heart is pounding.

From the experimental subject of the Magic Tower to transcendence… … it was hard to imagine what kind of life it was, what kind of talent it had.

And for what reason did the Bohemian Tower Lord not take him as his disciple but instead turned him into a test subject?

The conversation continued while Hares was thinking about this and that.

“The Great Hall of the Black Hour is a laboratory. It is a structure that was created by remodeling a natural cave over a long period of time and installing an artificial artifact that partially utilized the engraving function of a damaged ancient artifact. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the result of the Black Hour’s culmination of means and resources.”

There was longing and pride in Melad's voice.

“And deep within the arena, everything about Black Hour is stored. It’s the records.”

"record?"

“The so-called [Eternal Hourglass]. It is an artificial artifact that the leader completed after spending half of his life on it. It contains all the research records that have been made since the founding of Black Hour.”

Melad added an explanation.

“In a state where it is free from external changes and shocks, including the passage of time, and without any damage.”

For a group that studies magic in depth, keeping research records can be quite a headache.

In the case of the rooftop, that amount alone would be enough to build a library.

Moreover, safety is also a serious issue.

For example, just like how all the achievements of the Bohemian Tower were lost due to a power outage, if the data were to be lost for some reason, it would never be recovered.

In that sense, the function of [Eternal Hourglass] could not be ignored.

“The [Eternal Hourglass], which was initially empty, was gradually filled with the research completed by each and every Black Hour wizard. Like a ritual. Every time a record was accumulated, I did not spare my applause for that wizard.”

“It’s a recording device that also serves as a symbol. It’s a meaningful object.”

Verden asked.

“So, is stealing the [Eternal Hourglass] and stealing all of Black Hour’s research materials a way to lure Dahit?”

“All the research records after Dahit took control of Black Hour would have been stored in the hourglass. That’s because it’s efficient. If they were lost, it would have a huge impact on Black Hour. Especially on Dahit himself.”

“That may be true, but… I wonder if that alone isn’t enough to create a stage to decide the leader of Black Hour.”

A considerable amount of time has passed since Dahit obtained the Black Hour.

'There will be few who will rebel against Dahit now, and a large number of new wizards have even joined.'

Even if we defeat Dahit, there is a high probability that a rebellion will break out.

The force will collapse in an instant.

In order to prevent him, it is essential to have a foundation that can convince and support Verden's existence within Black Hour.

Then, Melad added:

“I understand your concerns, but you don’t have to worry. We have already prepared a solution for that. What we need now is a ‘center of gravity.’”

“That means…….”

“I may not be worthy of the divine, but I have not wasted my time either.”

It seems that they have come up with a way to replace and absorb the current Black Hour forces.

'This is something I have to trust as a collaborator.'

Just as Melad didn't ask any more about the Bohemian Tower.

Verden nodded his head in response without asking again.

However, there was still one question that remained unresolved.

“But if the engraving function was used in the Great Hall… does that mean there is a master who controls the entire Great Hall?”

“Yes, originally the leader had primary control, and the other original members each had secondary control.”

but.

“Since the leader lost that right when he died… Dahit must have acquired the first control through the imprint. Unless you kill Dahit, you will definitely be discovered if you enter or exit from the outside. Spatial movement through coordinates is impossible.”

The Great Hall is not protected by spatial distortion, though.

It has the property of changing spatial coordinates the moment you observe the Great Hall from the outside.

This means that if you try to move to the coordinates blindly, you may end up in failure or even face a very serious situation.

As convenient as space travel is, it requires extreme care when handling.

Verden stroked his chin.

“Random coordinate changes based on observation. How unique. No matter how much I think about it, it seems like a frontal attack is the only way. Is there any other way?”

“Haha, if the Great Hall detects external observations… wouldn’t it be possible to try to observe space in a way that the Great Hall doesn’t recognize?”

“Is there such an artifact?”

“There is such a place. And only one person among my acquaintances knows how to get there.”

Melad gazed at the blue sea.

“That day, the four original members escaped from the Great Hall. One died by my side, and Harkan was buried by the Divine. And the other one… was alone. He was so weak and dying from his injuries that only one hand could reach out to him.”

Her eyes were stained with sadness.

“Before introducing him, I would like to ask the divine.”

Suddenly, Verden felt a sense of foreboding.

───That's probably because you're a very strong person. The devil usually preys on weak people. Like my wife.

The story of Jose, a sculptor who lives in a cabin in the Blue Mountains.

Verden's prediction was right.

“What does the Divine think about the Devil?”