Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 511

Episode 511 Strength

The world has always been a place where conflicts and clashes of various forms are constantly repeated.

For example, in human society, people have fought wars based on their own justifications to pursue public or private interests, and have also fought behind the scenes to eliminate competitors or political enemies.

Victory or defeat──As you can see, the process and conclusion are clear.

However, the evaluation of this varies depending on each person's subjective opinion.

Even if someone uses a brilliant strategy to defeat an opponent, they will be slandered as cowardly because they did not act fair.

Some people will be willing to judge and remember you as a winner, no matter what cowardly moves you make.

There are probably many other opinions.

It is not clear which of these is right, but… … if we choose the most logical and simple one, it is termination by force.

Winner takes all.

The winner is the one who wins.

In fact, this may be closer to the truth.

Whether an individual or a group has 'power' or not, their position greatly differs, and complex laws can ultimately only be enforced if they have power.

However, in today's world, such aspects are not so blatant compared to the past.

In short, he became more polite.

This was because countries and powers had become organically intertwined and influenced each other.

Just like dominoes, if one falls, the next one and the next one can shake and collapse greatly, so who would want to open the floodgates?

If we're not careful, we could fall internationally.

This is not something that happens naturally.

The result of the powerful forces that succeeded in ruling the East, West, and Central Continent, building and stabilizing the system after a long time… … That is why most of them do not want major changes.

Uncontrollable elements will only add to the chaos and endanger your position.

But that doesn't mean I thought I could control everything.

So we came up with several measures, one of which is ‘ownerless land.’

A place full of chaos that is symmetrical to the stability of the world. A land where all kinds of desires are driven in by creating a legal conflict zone and seeking the advantage of war.

Blood is more common than water here.

“I heard that…….”

Grave, who had arrived at the city of Dallehin, walked along the road and looked around.

It's clean.

There are no traces of blood, and no groups of rascals carrying small weapons who threaten the security.

At best, there were two men arguing and raising their voices, but even they were stopped by a soldier on patrol.

An ordinary daily life.

Grave, who had been engrossed in sightseeing for a while, could not tell the difference between this place, Dalehyn, and the cities outside the Land of No Man.

'No, it actually seems safer.'

Grave, who had lit a cigarette in the alley, then headed towards the castle of Lord Dallehin.

[Wow, wow!]

Even in broad daylight, bats could be seen moving about in the shade.

Clearly, it is the work of the vampire, Dumal, who is running the city on behalf of Asher, the deity of the Eastern Continent who occupied Dallehin, Verden.

Even if intelligent heteromorphs are allowed to integrate into society in a limited way, it is not common to actually employ them.

“Please tell me your name.”

“Grave Rudworth.”

The guard of Yeongju Castle, after hearing the name, confirmed it and opened the castle gate.

When Grave expressed his desire to visit Dallehin through the Society, Verden gave him permission and told him that if he didn't have a place to stay, he should stay at the castle.

"hmm."

This was the first time in his life that he had been treated with consideration by a transcendent being, and Grave didn't know how to define this feeling.

A young maid who appeared to be in her mid-teens approached the lord and clasped her hands together politely.

“Hello, Grave. Dumal said he still has some time left in his schedule. I will first guide you to the VIP room.”

I followed the inexperienced maid, who was careful with her words and attitude, into the castle.

Grave asked as we climbed the stone steps one by one.

“What was the old Dalehin like?”

“Huh? If it were before…….”

“Before the Lord of Dalehin changed.”

The maid's face hardened as bad memories came to mind, but it only lasted a moment.

“The previous lord… was really bad. He killed all the families of the previous lords, made people slaves under the pretext of taming them, beat them, and raised taxes enormously… My father, no, my father also suffered a lot at the hands of the soldiers. I was almost taken away at that time, but our lord showed up and helped me.”

The girl Verden had rescued as soon as he arrived in Dallehin, 'Tena', explained the subsequent situation in a pleasant tone.

The majesty of storming the castle alone and dragging out the cruel lord of Dalehin.

A sight of screams and cries disappearing from the dark streets.

After seeing how Dalehin could change because of just one person, Tena consulted with her father and went to the castle with a maid notice.

“Why did you decide to become a maid?”

“I want to be of some help to you, my lord.”

A pure heart for Verden, who is like a hero to the citizens of Dalehin.

Tena was happy.

Hearing various news coming from outside the city, and occasionally seeing or serving the lord who comes to Dalehin.

“Everyone is like that. I wish days like this could continue for the rest of my life.”

“……For life.”

Graves slowly stopped walking near the center of the hallway. Dalehyn, surrounded by walls, was visible through the window.

A peaceful city despite being located in the infamous No Man's Land.

It's a landscape that seems to remind me of freedom protected by a great power. I don't know what that is though.

Grave silently observed this place touched by the hand of the Transcendent.

* * *

“Hey, hammer straight!!!!”

"yes!!!!"

A loud voice echoes through the noisy metallic noises that continue to be heard from inside the massive mine.

Dwarves move in unison, each according to their assigned role.

They were dwarves who knew nothing when they were in the volcanic zone, but thanks to their innate dexterity as a race and the harsh teachings of Gharun, they have long since become proper dwarves.

Perhaps if you combine two or three of them… … I think the details aside, the construction progress speed will be comparable to that of a normal dwarf craftsman.

The one-armed blacksmith, Linus Baltimog, thought so himself.

Linus and Geraldine were tasked with managing and supervising over 100 dwarves in addition to direct facility construction.

On the other hand, Gharun moved alone.

Taang───! Taang───! Taang───!

The giant hammer, Markuav, strikes an incredibly thick plate of red-hot iron.

It was to become the large body of a very special furnace.

It must be taken into account that the cost was enormous, as various top metals were melted down in significant proportions.

It must be able to withstand temperatures that can melt the keel.

It's not like it's going to be used just once, so building a facility that's more durable than what the Black Volcano Clan used is no easy task.

Oh, of course, the cost of building the facility didn't come out of Gharun's wallet, so the dwarves had no reason to care.

The legendary blacksmith with serious eyes poured his heart and soul into the work, sweating profusely.

───Ta-aang!

“That’s enough for now.”

Now that we've pretty much finished preparing the furnace, it's time to build the base for what will become the hammer.

It was at that moment that Gharun, who had put down his Markuaab and was holding the blueprint, was going to get a cold drink while looking over the overall construction status of the facility.

“Construction seems to be going smoothly.”

“Oh, shit. This is surprising.”

As they entered the tent, Verden and Alpha were waiting for them. Gharun, who saw the uninvited guest, laid down the blueprint on the table.

“What? You suddenly came without any contact. Did you come here to ask when the construction will be finished?”

Alpha, who had taken his place on Verden's shoulder, raised one arm high.

[Correct answer.]

“Tsk! How long has it been since I asked you to do the construction first and you’re still rushing me? Construction is underway right now, so don’t bother talking and just go and wait.”

“I didn’t come empty-handed.”

Verden summoned a luxurious bottle of wine from subspace. He lightly tossed it into the air, and Gharun quickly caught it.

“It’s expensive because it’s hard to get, so it’s better to drink it sparingly──”

“If you drink sparingly, is it alcohol?”

Pong.

He opened the cork and drank it without even smelling it. Gharun snorted after emptying almost half of it in one gulp.

“Ha, how expensive is that? That flashy thing costs half the price of a bottle.”

[Request for return.]

“I don’t think so.”

Gharun put the cork back on the wine he had received as a gift and stored it away out of sight.

“I was planning on taking a short break anyway, so I guess I can take a few questions. What exactly are you curious about?”

“How long will it take to finish making Adrian and Isabella’s weapons?”

“Not just the facilities, but also the weapons? Well, assuming that all the materials are ready as soon as the facilities are completed, then maybe…….”

Gharun stroked his beard roughly, thinking about the time.

“It should be around the time winter has passed in the Central Continent.”

“It’s winter. It’s just right.”

“What would be appropriate? Anyway, if you came here to ask me, you must be in a hurry. How dangerous is it?”

“I guess I’ll have to risk my life.”

There are very few instances in which a transcendent being cannot guarantee survival.

Gharun lowered his gaze.

“You intend to kill the Transcendent.”

It's not something I figured out by looking at the situation.

I already heard.

When Verden, who had infiltrated the Red Volcano Clan, requested the creation of a staff from Gharun, the hammer with a sharp blade who was imprisoned.

───What do you plan to do with such a powerful weapon?

───In the near future, the two Transcendent Beings will be erased from the world.

I guess that time has come.

“Isn’t it too early?”

“The odds are good. In my own way.”

“If the odds of winning were really good, there would be no reason to worry about life. Why is a young kid who didn’t even live half of his class so short-sighted?”

Then Alpha intervened.

[Gharun is younger than me.]

For reference, Alpha has been around for over 500 years. Even Gharun is incomparable.

Alpha muttered one of the words he had picked up from seeing and hearing on the streets while walking with Verden.

[bantling.]

“What are you talking about, little golem?”

Gharun crossed his arms, ignoring Alpha.

Beneath the skin that had been worn down by time, thick muscles and blood vessels stood out. He continued.

“Anyway, Asher. You have a long way to go. Look far ahead, as you harbor the contradictory ideal of ‘freedom through strength.’”

“If you only look that far away, you won’t know what’s right in front of you, right?”

“Oh my, you’re pretending to be experienced when you’ve never lived for 100 years. Then you should look at things that are close by and things that are far away.”

The words that Gharun had roughly thrown out were in line with Verden’s current vision.

“I already see it.”

That conclusion is what we have now.

* * *

A crude hut somewhere in the 'Nutiar Forest' of the Western Continent. The bright autumn sunlight is shining brightly. A flowing wind tickles the dense forest.

The cabin, which had been renovated several times, had no magic added to it.

It was a memory created by eight wizards before they founded Black Hour, as a place to relax and have fun.

An old woman entered the cabin and stopped in front of a broken table. The walls and floor creaked unsteadily from lack of care over a long period of time.

As usual, she was in a wheelchair, quietly waiting for someone with her eyes closed.

A few hours later, the sun was beginning to set.

Creak.

The old door screams. A piece of wood, half-eaten by bugs, falls off.

The noise grew stronger. Heavy footsteps made the cabin vibrate faintly.

At the same time, the woman opened her eyes.

The two people recognized each other.

“Melad, Tastien.”

“Your eyes are bright, Karindin Lerhar.”

The first member.

After a long hiatus, the traitor and the betrayed face each other again.