Chapter 55: Quickening (2)
The barrier clearly separated the interior from the exterior. Even with my Comprehension attribute, extracting useful information was difficult in such a situation. I walked through the barrier, tearing the small obstruction with my staff. Inside, the air was smoky and dark, as if the entire place were bathed in the light of red lanterns.
“Everyone, calm down,” a voice echoed from somewhere.
I followed it through the dormitory corridors until I reached the first-floor hall, where the dorm supervisor had gathered the children.
“Professor!” someone shouted as soon as they saw me.
They looked at me as if I were their savior, but I couldn’t afford to be friendly. The dense demonic energy inside the barrier was aggravating.
“We're saved! Professor, what should we—”
“Shut it.”
The commotion died down instantly. I observed the dorm supervisor, noticing her sharp glasses, wrinkled clothes, dusty shoulders, and torn nails. I also noted every detail about the other students, from the fibers on their robes and the wrinkles on their faces to the reflections in their pupils.
“Is everyone here?”
“There are still people upstairs,” the dorm supervisor stated.
I took the Wood Steel shurikens out of my briefcase. Ten of them floated up the stairs to the upper floors of the dormitory, while the remaining ten descended to the basement.
With my eyes closed, I listened to the resonance of the steel. This was a bonus of my properties—a special skill I developed with my cherished item through my connection with fire, earth, and metal.
The Wood Steel scoured each floor, relaying the presence of any living beings to me and mercilessly tearing apart any non-human creatures. The radar picked up four survivors on the fifth, sixth, ninth, and tenth floors. I directed the Wood Steel to guide them to our location.
“Wh-what is this? Hey, who are you?”
“Do you think it wants us to follow it?”
“B-but there are monsters outside...”
Despite their hesitation, my voice reached them through the vibrations of the Wood Steel.
“Follow.”
Hearing my voice, they quickly descended the stairs, following the guidance of the Wood Steel.
“... Ahhhh!”
Once they reached the first floor, they collapsed, gasping for breath. The dorm supervisor tried to soothe them.
“Will we be able to get out of here now?” the dorm supervisor asked.
“This barrier is expertly crafted. It is easy to enter but difficult to exit. The use of demonic energy makes it twice as troublesome as an ordinary barrier.”
While I could disassemble it through calculations, locating the core with my Sharp Eyesight would allow for immediate destruction. However, this would take more time than the mages already poisoned by the demonic energy could endure.
“Then...”
“Shh,” I commanded, pressing a finger to my lips.
Everyone froze in place. In the ensuing silence, I surveyed the robed mages, closely examining their condition and attire. A large-scale spell like this barrier could not be cast by one person alone; there had to be a caster who activated it. They showed no outward clues, their disguises perfect. Nevertheless, I activated my Telekinesis and used it to ruffle their hair.
“Hmph,” I murmured with a smirk, a sneer rising unbidden. I approached one of them with deliberate steps.
“People carry their history within their bodies. Even if they conceal their origins, the passage of time leaves deep traces.”
I reached out and touched the dorm supervisor's hair.
“Your hair... carries traces of ash.”
The response of the ash to my Telekinesis was unmistakable.
“Have you been residing in a volcanic wasteland, Child of the Ashes?”
Everyone stared at her in shock. She quietly adjusted her glasses and then peeled off the face mask. I wasn’t outwardly surprised; the main antagonist of this quest was, indeed, a named character.
“Nice deduction... but does it change anything? Are you aware?” she asked coldly, her eyes sharp. “The Children of the Ashes kill anyone who calls them by that name.”
I listened quietly, suppressing the rage bubbling within me. Blue veins rose on my neck as my mouth filled with curses, a side effect of the demonic energy.
“You deserve to die,” she muttered, as she activated her mana.
Hummmmm—
A surge of powerful mana rose from the ground. I focused on her spell and activated my Comprehension. Instantly, my vision expanded, making the world around me crystal clear. The mana flowing through my mind sped up my thoughts and enhanced my calculations.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl. This heightened state made my whole body tingle. I understood her spell in an instant. With the core circuit visible through my Sharp Eyesight, I disrupted and dismantled it using my Comprehension.
Zzzzzzzt—!
The outcome of her painstaking spell was merely a single spark.
"You crazy bastard," she muttered, immediately attempting another spell. I dismantled it just by observing. This time, it was merely a snowball. "What is this...?"
Although this process rapidly consumed my mana, I purified and absorbed the external demonic energy just as quickly.
“How foolish.”
I observed the magic forming in the Phenomenal Realm, analyzing it perfectly and dismantling it precisely. Any attempt to cast a spell was futile. The magic would never be completed, not even a single thread of it, and I would ensure that.
Within this barrier thick with demonic energy, the combination of my Comprehension and Sharp Eyesight allowed me to see and interfere with nearly all magic without limit.
“... Damn it!”
“What should we be cautious of?”
“He’s exceptionally clever. He dismantled every spell I tried and saw through my puppet disguise. Engaging him in hand-to-hand combat would be unwise, as he also appears physically robust.”
“We must be cautious, then. What about the mission?”
“It was only partially successful.”
Their goal was to use the barrier of demonic energy to absorb life force. Mages made excellent materials for creating puppets, so the plan was to liquefy their vitality and mana, then frame the demons for the deed.
“This is all we have,” Arlos said, pointing to the liquid sloshing in a vial. It was a pitifully small amount.
Someone with a deep voice replied, “... The path of faith is fraught with difficulty. Even the simple act of preserving our bodies encounters such interference.”
Faith and the pursuit of truth—these were the mantras they clung to. Arlos barely suppressed a laugh. These pitiable fools were chasing a dead God. The revival of such a deity was nothing but a fantasy, yet these fanatics tirelessly devoted themselves to the cause.
“Marik is our next target, Arlos.”
“I am aware.”
However, since they shared the same primary objective, there was no need to antagonize them unnecessarily.
“Hmm,” Arlos mused.
Deculein, the Head Professor, proved to be more challenging than anticipated. His skill far surpassed expectations. The way he interfered with and dismantled magic was nearly divine.
“Can anyone complete a spell in his presence?”
His very existence seemed to be the antithese of a Mage. Even as a puppet, the experience had been troubling. The renowned figure of the Ashes furrowed her brow in deep thought.
***
The next day, I settled into the chair in my study and closed my eyes. Behind my closed eyelids, the system notification materialized.
[Main Quest Completed: Quickening]
◆ Memorize Status:
Beginner Telekinesis
┏Beginner Fire Control
┣Basic Fluid Manipulation
┗Metal Enhancement (33% Progress)
It was a kind of visualization. Through my Sharp Eyesight, I observed the Telekinesis within my body. Various spells—Metal Enhancement, Fire Control, and Fluid Manipulation—were connected to the Telekinesis circuit.
I organized and refined the flow of these circuits. The pain was crushing, but bearable. After enduring the agony for about thirty minutes, I slowly opened my eyes. The main quest from last night suddenly came to mind.
"Should I regard Arlos as a villain...?"
My primary objective now was to clear the main quest. Whether the reward was a return to Earth or something else, it didn't matter. I had no family waiting for me there, and failure would mean the destruction of this entire world, myself included.
There were no other options. To clear the quest more easily and reduce its difficulty, either the good-named characters needed to grow stronger or the evil-named characters needed to die. Until now, I had focused solely on the former, but I realized that the latter was also a practical method. This insight came from the memories I had gained from Deculein's diary.
Knock, knock—
"Master, someone from the Ministry of Public Safety is here to see you," Roy announced, knocking on the study door.
The mention of the Ministry of Public Safety made me suspect it was due to last night's events. I rose from my seat and went downstairs. At the front entrance, I was met by an all-too-familiar face.
"It’s been a while," said Deputy Director Lillia Primien. Her navy blue hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she greeted me with a curt nod.
“What brings you here today?”
“Have you heard that Mage Louina is missing?” Primien inquired.
Her words that Louina was missing puzzled me. I shook my head and replied, "I have not heard of this."
“Now that you know, I must ask you some questions. Currently a suspect—”
“... Are you implying that I am under suspicion?”
“No, this is merely a routine investigation due to the significance of the missing individual,” she replied.
“Deputy Director, you should be aware of whom you are addressing,” I said with a hint of irritation. Being suspected was not a pleasant feeling.
Lillia continued calmly, “As I mentioned, this is not about suspicion. It's simply that Professor Deculein is likely the last person to have seen Mage Louina. She disappeared shortly after leaving the imperial palace.”
"... Right after leaving the imperial palace?"
I quietly recalled the events of that day.
While driving back, I glanced out the window and observed darkness briefly enveloping the passing landscape. At first, I believed it to be a magical effect, but it appeared to be merely the shadow of a tree. When I checked the rearview mirror, Louina's car, which had been following mine, was gone.
Wait... Was it truly the shadow of a tree? Perhaps, in my state of mana exhaustion, I missed a critical phenomenon.
“Apparently not. Thank you for your cooperation,” Primien said with a nod as she put away her notebook.
I watched her and her staff walk through the garden before returning to the study. However, a trace of mana now lingered on the desk that hadn’t been there before. I quickly deciphered the message.
— We are still following your orders.
At that moment, a disturbing hypothesis hit me like a bolt of lightning.