Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 490

Episode 490 Cold Land (1)

[Einver]'s function has been damaged.

You can open the <Gate> when the cooldown time is up, but it is useless because the spatial coordinates are not set properly.

The <veil> that obstructs the world's perception also does not function normally.

And <Mystery>, which overlays a new form with the magic of infinity, and <Darkness>, which uses the magic power of destruction as its power, cannot be used due to the magic circuit overload.

furthermore.

'The subspace of [Raindia] doesn't open either.'

Verden focused his consciousness on the ring engraved with the symbol of the Kingdom of Estyria, but all he could see was a faint reaction.

Neither of them are permanently broken.

It seems to be one of the aftereffects of being hit by Dahit's super magic, a force that interferes with the world.

However, [Interis] seemed to have different effects depending on the resistance of the object, considering that it was intact.

Well, if we just count the ones with the strongest durability, they are listed in the following order: [Interis], [Einver], and [Reindia].

‘… … Does this mean that all artifacts except for the staff are partially paralyzed?’

It seems clear that the functionality will return over time, given the limited insight, but it is unclear exactly when that will be.

It will probably be restored when some power returns.

So Verden made his decision.

* * *

Knock knock. Knock knock.

A bonfire was lit in a small cave made temporarily on a small snowy mountain. The sound of sparks flying as the firewood burned could often be heard.

Verden and Adrian were resting comfortably on a soft blanket.

Since I couldn't open the subspace, I couldn't get any advanced magic items that would be of immediate help, so I borrowed items that Adrian and Isabella had kept in their space bags.

In the meantime, Isabella and Alpha were working hard.

“It’s a hassle since I have no arm. Alpha, can you give me the Larne leaves I mentioned earlier?”

[check.]

Alpha grabbed several blades of grass with his left arm and body and threw them into the mortar. Larne's leaves settled on the contents inside.

Isabella used the pestle with her left hand to crush the ingredients. She used just enough force to avoid shattering the bowl, and the mixture was evenly mixed.

Next, pour it into the magic water that was being heated with an alchemist's special tool.

Bubble bubble.

I confirmed that all the potion ingredients were melting and the color of the liquid was changing.

Then, he carefully inserted a piece of Lisandro's fruit, about the size of a little finger joint.

After boiling it for about two hours, I cooled it down with a level 1 ice magic and a light green potion was completed.

The result was completely different from the potion which usually had a red tint.

“If the Lysandro fruit had been mixed well with the ready-made potion, it could have been made quickly, but it didn’t work well when I tried it before. So it took some time to make it again. Drink it quickly.”

Verden and Adrian drank the specially made potion without hesitation.

Thanks to its instant effect, a warm feeling of fullness spread throughout my body right away.

“What is the effect?”

“……That’s amazing.”

Adrian pressed hard on his abdomen, which was tightly wrapped in bandages.

The stabbing pain was gone, and only a slight tingling sensation remained.

“Its regenerative power is higher than that of the highest-grade potion, and its pain-relieving effect is particularly excellent. And yet, unlike other potions, it doesn’t consume any stamina at all.”

He stood up from his seat.

He held a thin branch nearby in one hand and lightly stretched his body.

Wedge!

A light purple sword energy formed and a simple sword technique was demonstrated. The sound of wind cutting through the kicks strongly brushed my ears.

Although it was still difficult to spread the season, the inconvenience in movement was greatly reduced.

Enough to be able to use the skill sufficiently.

“Oh, it seems to be more effective on burns than I expected.”

Isabella noted Adrian's condition and turned her head.

“How about going?”

“It’s finally starting to move.”

Verden repeatedly clenched and unclenched his right hand with difficulty.

It's a lot of improvement compared to just now when I couldn't move without support.

Nevertheless, Isabella looked dissatisfied.

“Tsk, the wounds from the black flames aren’t healing easily. It’s the same for me and for Gaju, and the potion’s effects are greatly reduced. The difference between us and Adrian is this big.”

Then Adrian asked.

“What if I take it in large quantities?”

“I used the fruit of Lisandro, but in the end, it was made by diluting the potion. There is a cycle to taking it. If you drink more, you will just get full. Well, it would be different if you ate the fruit of Lisandro itself…….”

“There is no need to do that.”

It's a given that Verden or Isabella will fully recover, it just takes time.

In that case, I can't just eat the one and only Lisandro fruit in the world. Especially after hearing the speech of the eccentric alchemist, Rito.

The two wizards agreed.

“But the sooner you get better, the better, so I’ll continue making potions with the diluted fruit. Even if you use that much, it won’t affect your research. Anyway, since Gaju has shown some improvement, let’s skip this part.”

Isabella tilted her head.

“What are we going to do now? The <Gate> doesn’t have coordinates set, and with the current state of the house, I can’t even create a teleportation magic circle… Should I go down south and try to contact the Society?”

“It’ll take a long time to get to the point where the communication device can connect. We don’t even know where we’ve moved through space in the first place.”

“That’s true, but… right now, it’s impossible to teleport multiple times so that Black Hour can’t track us. It’s dangerous if the higher-ups come chasing us here.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

Verden stared at the bonfire.

The blazing flames reflected off the walls. He smiled faintly.

“Dahit must be feeling uneasy too.”

If Dahit had been in good health, he would have focused on escaping rather than resting, but his magical circuits were greatly ruptured by the <Closed Sea Territory>.

A loss that cannot be ignored.

The situation may be better than Verden, but in the end it's the same.

Darkmoon, Dahit Wesroel will focus on recovery rather than forcibly forming a pursuit party.

I could confirm this because I had a little idea of what kind of madness he had as a transcendent being.

Then Alpha said.

[I will take a big detour to avoid being tracked by Black Hour. His Majesty Verden has already informed the Society. There is no need to contact them immediately.]

The guy ran over and sat down next to Verden.

[Everyone rest.]

That's exactly what he said.

The other side of the Great Demon, Libereas, was used as a passage to invade the Great Hall.

Finally, I succeeded in stealing the symbol of Black Hour, [Eternal Hourglass].

Now is the time to take a breather.

* * *

Nothing much happened during the two days we spent in the uninviting cave.

It was peaceful.

However, it was not something that could continue like this.

The biggest challenge right now is the food shortage caused by the subspace problem.

Even if the Transcendent, Verden, and Isabella were starving right now, Adrian was a pure human.

Of course, Alpha was out of the question.

Verden took a few steps, using Interis as his cane.

“……It’s still unstable, but I can still walk, albeit slowly. I’ll have to find a proper place to stay. I also need to secure food.”

Meanwhile, Isabella was <flying> around and discovered a small village nearby.

However, there were so few houses that I had no intention of staying there.

To solve the problems of food and rest area at once, it was necessary to find a city of the right size.

Adrian stepped forward.

“I’ll go to the village and get some information and a carriage to relax.”

It would be more efficient for Isabella, as a sorceress, to move, but considering Adrian's speed, it wouldn't make much of a difference.

“I’ll leave it to you.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Just as Adrian was about to leave the cave, Isabella stopped him.

“Take this.”

She pulled out a huge double-edged sword from her space bag and handed it over. It was the spoils of war she had gotten when she dealt with the Great Warrior on the Eastern Continent.

“Of course, it wouldn’t be a big deal if you went empty-handed, but wouldn’t it be more disappointing to have one? As a prosecutor.”

“Well, that’s true.”

Adrian held the Great Sword, feeling its weight and balance. It wasn't to his taste, but it was much sharper than other swords.

If Verden could use subspace, he would have chosen and used one of the many magical swords stored within it.

Verden said.

“When we return to the Land of No Man, the first thing I will do is craft your sword. As soon as the dwarf facility is completed, consult with Gharun. You too, Isabella. If there are any materials you need, I will personally procure them for you.”

A weapon made of dragon material.

It was a sound that Adrian, as well as Isabella, could not help but look forward to.

Kuung!

Soon Adrian ran to find a carriage for Verden to ride in.

* * *

The northern part of the continent is vast and barren.

It's cold land.

For some of them, snowstorms were almost a daily occurrence, and when the occasional snow storm started, even the northern natives would die out.

Life did get better after magic became commercialized, but it wasn't very dramatic.

The cold environment, which is the opposite of the volcanic zone of the Western Continent, also played a role in the lack of deep relationships with other continents.

Also, the fact that many people in the North cling to their traditions due to their isolated lifestyle played a role.

To put it bluntly… … the culture was so different that if an ordinary citizen of the great city of Gargant saw a true northerner, it wouldn’t be strange to mistake them for ferocious barbarians.

If it had not been the only country in the North, the exchanges between the North and other countries would have been cut off long ago.

anyway.

The North has fewer people and a large land area, so the distances between each village and city are quite long.

In many ways, it was a structure that made it impossible for there to be no inns for travelers to rest.

Squeak.

The hinges scream.

Even though a guest had arrived, the innkeeper sat there indifferently, furrowing his eyebrows.

He clicked his tongue when he saw the man approaching.

'He's wearing a robe pulled down low and carrying an incredibly large sword. I can't tell if there's a smell of blood, but the atmosphere feels ominous. Why do only these types of guys come here?'

There are many rough people in the North.

If you see someone who calls himself a mercenary, chances are nine times out of ten he's a thief.

Of course, he has a strong sense of pride in that appearance.

Not long ago, those guys came and got into an argument inside the inn, and ended up killing each other.

It's heartbreaking to think how much trouble I had to go through to wipe off the blood.

dump.

The man, Adrian, sat down on a chair at the counter and asked.

“If you answer my questions, I won’t pay you.”

“Question? This is both an inn and a bar. I think you’ve come to the wrong place.”

The innkeeper said, puffing out his chest.

Rather, if you show a cowering appearance, you will only get hit again.

That was the way of life in the North.

Adrian ignored her and continued talking.

“And I will buy the carriage in the stable. I will give you a bonus, so sell it.”

“……Did you even listen to me? And when did you check the stables? I’ll decline. It’s so hard to find a carriage in a place like this.”

The carriage belonged to a guest who had died in an altercation, but the innkeeper was proud.

widely.

At that moment, Adrian took out a suitable amount of cash and placed it on the table. The currency had been unified for a long time, so it could be used anywhere on the continent.

“Is it not enough?”

A wad of cash.

It's quite thick.

Just like fresh pork.

“…….”

The innkeeper took out a clean glass and politely poured a drink.

“Haha, I’ll buy this.”

The deal was done.

I was worried that they might take my money after the business was over, but my worries were unfounded.

As soon as the story was over, the stranger left the village in his carriage.

“This is a real guest.”

The innkeeper blinked as he entered the inn, looking very satisfied.

'Huh? But that sword the guest was carrying… isn't that what the 'Great Warriors' use?'

It was definitely similar.

The innkeeper, who had been lost in thought, smiled and shook his head.

How could that be?

Why would a warrior chosen by the King of the North come here and ask about the North?

It must be an illusion.

* * *

Adrian came back pulling the carriage.

The carriage didn't look very good, but the horse looked solid.

“They say that if you travel west from here for about four days, you’ll find a city. But they say it’s been noisy there lately.”

“Why?”

“They say there are refugees flocking in. They say they are people who fled from a monster that appeared in the far west, but the innkeeper said he only heard rumors and didn’t know the details.”

It's a monster.

It wasn't much of an inspiration as it was no different from daily life on the continent.

This is especially true for Verden and his group, who had recently clashed with the Transcendent Force.

Verden and Isabella entered the carriage and sat facing each other. It was so cramped that their legs touched each other.

Adrian offered himself as groom, and Alpha climbed onto Adrian's shoulder and looked north.

[Let's go.]

Knock knock… … .

As Alpha tapped Adrian, Adrian moved the reins to urge his horse on.

* * *

A snowy field without people.

On a small hill as clean as a sheet of paper stood a young man wearing blue armor and a thick cloak decorated with demon fur.

“Hmm, it seems like a large spatial shift occurred around here…….”

Because it snowed yesterday, the traces disappeared.

Wherever I looked, all I could see was piles of snow.

“Hoo, hoo…….”

A muscular beauty panting at the bottom of the hill shouted.

“Your Majesty! Please don’t go alone! Come with me! I’m dying from exhaustion!”

“Haha, sorry. I was in a hurry.”

The young man laughed.

The woman assisting him could not be any angrier and could only sigh.

“It seems like it moved from here. I don’t know where it went, but let’s track it further.”

“……We will find out who came north from beyond space. So, stay inside. This is not your job, Your Majesty.”

“But I can’t just sit still.”

She has bright blonde hair fluttering in the wind.

A seriousness has settled into the walls of youth.

“Even without that, the origin of ‘trials’ has been going wrong more and more these days. I don’t know about other places, but I can’t let this happen here either. I have to personally check every variable that stands out.”

He asserted.

“Because this is the north.”