Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 518

Episode 518 D – 0

Eastern Continent, Kingdom of Estyria.

Samwell's Tavern, which had been in the large city of Lines ruled by the Dukes of Esperanza for over a year, was bustling as usual.

“Here, two more special fruit cocktails!”

“This is your glass!”

“Yes, yes! I’ll be there soon!”

I don't have a moment to rest while preparing fruit for my guests. But as I kept doing it, I got used to the hardship.

Samwell, who had finished his evening business, saw his employees off.

“Whew, I guess I’ll have to wear thicker clothes from now on.”

Breath comes out.

Snow is falling heavily from the night sky.

I was afraid that my shoulders and head would get wet and I would catch a cold, so I quickly moved my feet.

Samwell, who was once a guide who boasted of being safe in the underworld, Loafra, became the owner of a famous tavern in Lines.

Every day is rewarding.

He went into the house he had purchased a few months ago, took a quick shower, and went into his room on the second floor, throwing himself onto his soft bed.

When I opened my eyes again, it was morning.

I went down the stairs, rubbing my eyes.

“You woke up early today? You slept until lunch yesterday. Come and eat.”

“I’ll eat well.”

“You sit down too, Aiden.”

“Oh, wait a minute… Just look at this!”

Samwell, Charlotte, Aiden.

These three people, whose relationship began in Loafra, live under the same roof.

It's not uncomfortable at all.

It's a two-story structure, and each person has their own room, so there's no need to blush. The space is very spacious.

Samwell loved living in the safety of this large city, away from the dangers of the underground city's streets.

Also, the siblings who were slaves of the powerful figure in the underworld, Luying Costa, were living happily ever after, having almost forgotten the pain they had suffered at the time, after being saved by Asher.

“Are you two studying well these days?”

“Of course, brother. Grandpa Edmon teaches you very well.”

“Carlo, you are also very passionate. Sometimes you get overheated.”

The two no longer work as waiters at the tavern.

Currently, Aiden is a first-tier wizard, and often studies magic from Edmon Lordriner, a wizard of the Duke of Esperenza.

Of course, the special trait that contains the healing effect of magic power is kept secret. I promised not to reveal it carelessly.

And Charlotte, who dreams of becoming a priest, is receiving teachings of the Luas religion from Carlo in order to gain divine powers.

For reference, Carlo was the one who healed Charlotte's vocal cords, which were cut off during torture by Luing Costa, who had been kidnapped by Asher and the Owl.

Anyway, even if the priest was like that, the magician was a really rare connection.

That too, the Duke of Esperance.

───Hehehe, it must be rewarding to raise a wizard with a bright future. So don't decline. Just think of it as something that fits in with an old man's hobby.

It may have been a coincidence that Edmon discovered Aiden's magical talent and decided to teach him magic.

However, the fact that everyone had this opportunity was possible because there were people like Asher and Galeaak who helped.

“Thank you for the food, Charlotte. Then I’ll go ahead and move the ingredients.”

“If you have a lot of luggage, can I help you? I have no time today.”

“I’ll help too, bro.”

“Oh, I was thinking of calling one more person. I would appreciate it if you did.”

So we all dressed warmly and went outside. The sky was clear and the streets were covered with snow that had fallen all night.

When we arrived at the tavern, a wagon carrying a large quantity of food ingredients had already arrived.

“Are you already here? I apologize for not meaning to bother you.”

“Oh my, you’ve been waiting! You really just got here, just now! I guess we’re meant to be together since we met at just the right time. Hahaha!”

Recently, the strained relationship between the Duchy of Liviant and the Kingdom of Estyria has been gradually loosening, and warmth is returning.

The corn company was proof of that.

'Conrad', a merchant who came over from the Pythian Baron's lands with permission.

He mainly distributed food ingredients and became acquainted with the people in order to spread the name of the business he ran with his family throughout the kingdom.

“A talkative old man…….”

Charlotte and Aiden backed away, disgusted.

It's not that I don't like it.

However, I am just burdened by the endless chatter. Last time we met, I missed the chance to reject him, and he was held up for an entire hour.

“Hello to you two. I was rude last time. As an apology, I brought you some fruit. Oh, but where did I get this fruit?──”

“This time, let’s do it moderately…….”

It was just as Samwell was trying to stop Conrad's mouth from moving.

A luxurious carriage bearing the Duke's emblem stopped in the middle of the street. It was obvious who was riding it without even looking.

“It’s nice to see you working hard.”

Kalia, resting her chin on her hand, looked out of the carriage. Her characteristic crimson hair flowed down her shoulders.

And there were more passengers in the carriage.

“Hello, how are you?”

For information, Fernet.

She was recruited by the Duke of Esperenza and often visits Lines to deliver personal information.

In fact, if you only look at his appearance, he seemed more like a guest on vacation than on business.

Phew.

Blu, the spirit who was both escort and companion, followed Fernet, but was kept hidden inside the carriage in case any commotion arose.

As they were exchanging greetings, Conrad, who was standing next to them, quickly bowed.

“Conrad of the Con Company from the Duchy of Riviant, greets the noble lady of the great Duke of Esperenza!”

“Huh? Do you know me?”

“Of course. The noble daughter of a great duke, the sword of justice with the nickname Baekgang! And how could I not know the venerable Lady Kalia, who mediates between Loafra and the Kingdom of Estiria?”

“Uh… uh, okay. Okay. Okay, then stop.”

Kalia cleared her throat and cleared her mind.

“By the way, I came to tell you some good news. It’s about Asher.”

“Mr. Asher?”

Everyone's eyes were focused on one place.

Kalia spread out the newspaper lying next to her and showed it to her.

Inside, there was a detailed drawing of none other than Asher's overall appearance and the landscape of the ownerless land.

“I heard that some newspapers are trying to draw pictures like this recently. The cost is partially supported by Artesian Mattap.”

“It was very difficult to obtain.”

"and……."

When I saw Asher's face after a long time, I felt joy in his eyes. Some even expressed their admiration.

The quick-witted Kalia struck first.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t give it to anyone. It’s so precious. I’ll consider it next time I get my hands on another one.”

There is no compromise.

This was not up for compromise.

Kalia habitually caressed the blue gemstone bracelet Asher had given her as a gift.

It was just then.

“Oh, I never thought I’d see Asher-sama like this again. Hahaha, this is such a new feeling. Time flies so fast…….”

“?”

All eyes were on Conrad, who was muttering to himself.

Aiden asked.

“Excuse me, do you happen to know Mr. Asher?”

“Yes? Oh, yes! Of course! Lord Asher. I met him by a wonderful coincidence. Two years ago, I was on my way to Baron Pythe when I was attacked by bandits, my escort ran away, I was being chased by goblins and orcs, and my carriage wheel broke on tree roots and I was on the verge of death when, tsk tsk!!! Lord Asher showed up and saved my life with incredible magic. I had a gut feeling back then. That he would one day become a great wizard who would shake the continent! And as you know, that’s exactly what happened! King of Loafra, Honorary Count of the Kingdom of Estyria, Slaying the Bone Dragon, Land Without Owners! Every time I heard about him, I was so touched───”

Conrad went berserk.

Still, the story felt compelling because the pronunciation was accurate.

This merchant's surroundings were perfect for storytelling.

It was winter.

D – 33

* * *

Central Continent, a land without owners.

As was the case with the Black Volcano, the lava containing electricity that the Transcendent One created underground in the mine became a powerful driving force for the facility.

“Heavy! Heavy!”

“Beer! Beer!”

“Chicken! Pig!”

In addition, led by Geraldine, the village's dwarves work in shifts to add strength to the activated facilities.

Gharun stood in the center again.

Thud!

Swing a hammer.

Pound the metal.

Heat it.

Cool down.

Add.

… … .

The work has been done for hundreds of years, never once without sincerity, never once without purpose.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He alternately struck the ribs and claws of the dragon taken out of the furnace with Marquave.

The gap in between was filled with the shock that Linus was missing as two balls from the facility he was manipulating fell vertically.

'It's different from [Interis] times.'

Since it is impossible to completely melt the properties of the dragon's keel without the dragon's lifeblood, it is best to process the material to a state close to that.

He put it in the furnace, heated it with heat, took it out, pounded it like crazy, blew heat into it again, and struck it with a hammer with his thick, veiny arms.

About 10 days passed like that.

After gradually turning red, the two keels finally turned completely red.

It is now.

Gharun opened the roof of the furnace, leaned in, and shouted.

“Haaaaaap!”

Tsk tsk tsk tsk!

The dragon's claws, which had relatively weak durability, were torn to pieces by the dwarf's stubbornness.

The inside of the furnace was slightly damaged by the sharpness, but there was no problem.

“Linus, you take care of that.”

“Yes? Me?”

“If you say ‘Yes?’ or ‘Me?’ in front of me one more time, you will never touch the dragon’s material again.”

“…….”

“I got it!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Ahh!”

Linus, who was hit directly by the shout, rolled on the floor, holding his ears. But his craftsmanship did not lose its shine.

He rolled back to his seat and then jumped up, operating the furnace and the gong to strike the dragon's ribs.

“You have to yell to come to your senses. If not now, then when else will you have the chance to touch the keel alone? Hey, tsk tsk.”

Gharun clicked his tongue and collected every single piece of the dragon's claw, pounding them into powder and grinding them into small pieces.

It took all day, even though the largest one was about the size of two finger joints and had already temporarily damaged its durability significantly.

“Whew, the claw side is ready.”

Looking at Linus' side, there's still time for his ribs to shatter.

Finish the sword work inside it.

After checking the condition of the synthetic metal that Gharun had melted in precise proportions, he checked the furnace right next to it.

Broken Sword, Cadence.

Because the heat containing the current has been applied for a considerable amount of time, the blue sword has completely turned red and is on the verge of becoming unstable.

The task ahead is simple and clear.

The body of the sword is formed by putting the highest level synthetic metal with added bone powder containing the properties of a dragon's claw into a mold.

On top of that, combine some of the Cedences to unify the performance. After that, finish forging and crafting.

speed.

That is the theme of the new sword's owner.

'and…….'

The dragon's ribs will be used to create 'accessories' for the heteromorphic wizard. Along with Linus.

Linus' expertise in accessories is quite deep, so his one-armed disciple is more than qualified to take the lead in production.

“Still, I am blessed with a disciple.”

All of the dwarf disciples of that time left, saying they did not want to go to the Black Volcano, but the one who stayed by his side until the end was the human blacksmith who had raised him since he was young.

In short, Linus was a human being recognized by Gharun.

Even if you don't express it in words.

“One-armed disciple! Hold on to your senses and do it right!”

“Oh, hey! I’m so tired, stop nagging me!”

You shameless little bastard.

“Hahahahahahahaha!”

D – 25

* * *

The great city of Gargant.

In this world, there is a center that defines all things and existence.

Because of it, those who are qualified can have thoughts, form groups, and achieve concepts.

But if the center is shaken, everything becomes unstable.

Ideas break, groups disintegrate, and concepts transform.

Therefore, the center must be unchanging and absolute.

This world exists because there is a center.

This world can exist like this because there is a center.

This world can exist because there is a center.

“Oh, Luas.”

A city with strong winds and snow.

A large old man covered in rags prays in a deep alley of a large city.

Ignacia's Scales was a homeless man who watched the game.

He had long been branded a fanatic for his fanatical preaching of the Luas religion to all who passed by.

No one listened to the old man's mutterings, and no one was interested in his lowly life.

I think it will be a good thing.

The same goes for everything else.

It would be futile for the two Transcendent beings to secretly gather late at night and plot some conspiracy, whether it be the nature of the magic circuit or something else.

It would be meaningless to say that all means of peeking into the fate of this world have been distorted due to strange phenomena that even the elderly are unaware of.

After all, there is only one way.

The derivation of transcendence, which was once considered the last hope of the old man… … is now seen as nothing more than a pitiful thing.

No matter what this age says, they are mere mortals.

The outcome is decided.

No matter how the world changes in the future, it too is the shackle of eternal fate.

“So I will wait.”

Everything is according to your will.

Resistance without an alternative is worthless.

D – 13

* * *

Western Continent, Bohemian Tower.

Robelin stands guard in front of the memorial to the magicians who died or went missing in the power outage.

Missing person number. 32. Verden.

It's been over two years, almost three years, but it doesn't really feel real. I don't know if it's really true or if it's just emotional avoidance.

“…….”

What should I do next?

Even if I burn with hatred for Black Hour, I honestly don't know if I can get revenge.

The Western Continent Magic Tower Alliance is more concerned about their own safety than the Black Hour. This includes the Bohemirn Magic Tower itself.

“I’ll be a little more…….”

I couldn't bring myself to continue speaking.

Because I know it's just talk.

Robelin bowed her head.

Talk.

At that moment, something came down from the sky.

It was the first snow.

Winter has begun in the Western Continent as well.

Robelin slowly turned around after seeing the snow decorating the memorial stone. She would definitely come back tomorrow.

To melt the piles of snow that have piled up on the memorial stone.

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* * *

The sound of footsteps in the silence.

The condition is perfect.

There is no shortage.

Verden's current power is truly at its peak throughout all of its history.

Adrian wished good luck on behalf of the group.

“Have a nice day, my lord.”

"okay."

Soon, Verden, who stood in front of everyone, revealed his true form.

“I’ll leave the rest to you.”

<Gate>

Verden passed through the passage of space and headed towards the ruined capital.

The appointment time is approaching.

D – 0

The magic war has arrived.