Chapter 532

Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 532

Double Status (3)

Acquires Evan Bylon’s talent.

Before I could accurately grasp the meaning of the words, the door of the coffin opened wide, revealing the figure inside.

A corpse wrapped in thick bandages.

Holding a huge mirror in both hands, he stiffened his body towards this direction.

A mirror containing a bandaged corpse. Lennok standing exactly in the direction the mirror is facing.

At the same time that Lennok’s image was reflected in the mirror, the shape itself was distorted as if being sucked into the mummy.

[They said they wouldn’t be able to move, and they were really right.]

The figure of a giant wearing a gas mask cautiously approached Lennok’s side and watched his condition.

[Is it over once the image forms in the mirror?]

I fix the filter on my gas mask while observing Lennok’s face staring at the mirror from the side.

[I tried it a little more urgently than I thought, but at this rate, the goal was enough-]

“Dark magic. It is also a very powerful level of ceremonial magic.”

[...] ... !!!!]

“I forcibly combined the abilities of the mirror and the black crown at the same time, but this magic system is in my memory.”

Lennok’s mouth, which seemed to be frozen in a daze, opened, and the giant took a step back with his shoulders trembling.

Lennox’s expressionless face turned slowly, staring up at him.

An ancient black magician who stole the body of Zaun Ordis and incarnated in the Hanghasa Labyrinth.

The master of ceremonial art, who freely transfers his consciousness to various bodies.

Lennok had just been able to perceive the reverberation of that spell on the other side of the mirror.

“you. Do you know the name Ermong?”

[what... ... ?]

Damn... ... !!

At the same time as Lennok’s body, which was trapped in the mirror image, moves, unknown magical powers springing up from all sides desperately try to hold down Lennok’s form.

However, the stem of magical power that soared up did not touch Lennok’s body or presence.

It faded away in vain, as if he hadn’t been able to hold on to it even for a moment from the beginning.

It was only then that the power of the mirror, recognizing that it was reflecting an unreachable illusion from the beginning, became a rebound and attacked himself intact.

The tiny cracks formed between the mirrors quickly grew in size and then shattered and fell away.

Wow Jangchang!!

[This is nonsense... ... !!]

The composure from a moment ago is nowhere to be found, the gas mask glaring at the shards of the smashed mirror with a look of bewilderment.

“I wouldn’t have thought of running away. There may not have been any escape routes at all.”

An aerial refueling station that succeeded in flying in the outer zone by partially applying anti-gravity technology.

However, since it has not yet been fully commercialized, it is losing its balance and shaking quite a bit when it reaches this altitude.

In fact, it is disproved that there was no intention of running away using this flying vehicle from the beginning.

“Isn’t the purpose different in the first place?”

Chi profit... ... !!

The station, which had been gradually increasing its vibration, soon lost its balance and began to shake wildly.

Lennok murmured with a thoughtful expression at the edge of the station, which lost the artificially created updraft and gradually lowered its altitude.

“If it was simply a trap, there would be no reason to tell me directly about this situation. If you don’t do it yourself, that’s the only reason you have to intervene... ... .”

Lennok’s gaze turned to the wide-open black coffin.

“As expected, it wouldn’t be a story without securing that.”

At that moment, a heavy fist landed on the seat Lennok was standing on, exploding the solid steel plate of the station.

Kwaaaang!!

The giant’s pioneering attack that burst forth without any word or sign.

But Lennok just nodded his head as he got back on his bike, dodging it all too easily by blinking.

“Let’s go down to the ground again and talk.”

An aerial refueling station that quickly loses balance and tilts.

The moment when a gigantic aircraft capable of carrying dozens of people at once came under the influence of a magnetic storm.

As all power sources necessary for flight are paralyzed, it falls toward the ground.

The station emitting smoke madly against the night sky draws a gentle parabola and slides toward the ground.

Kwaaaaang!!

The night street was brightly colored with a white pillar of fire bursting out.

The appearance of a giant struggling to raise his body among the fragments of the station, which quickly became a lump of scrap metal.

Inadvertently touching the gas mask, I stare at the wizard standing intact in front of me.

[Whoa... ... !!]

“That gas mask.”

said Lennok, who was beating the overturned black coffin wide open at his feet with his cane.

“It’s not just something to block the outside air.”

Lennok observed the man’s gas mask carefully and took out a cigarette from his pocket and asked.

“There is no magic power mixed with the air expelled from the filter. Rather, it can only be seen as a purpose to prevent the substance flowing inside the gas mask from spilling out.”

Unknown smoke flowing around the fleshy eyes of the man seen through the gas mask and goggles.

Lennok nodded as he lit the candle, seemingly acknowledging it.

“If it’s simply for the purpose of enhancing magic power or doping, there’s no reason to do that... ... . Is it a nerve stimulant?”

[...] ... .]

“It’s not impossible if you’re forcibly stimulating the central nervous system and expanding your mana sensitivity. The increase in sensitivity must mean that the amount of mana held is out of control.”

Looking at the giant who didn’t answer, Lennok nodded.

“If you’ve taken magic augmentation surgery equivalent to body modification or an elixir with side effects equivalent to that, I’d understand.”

[Hahahaha!!]

The giant with a hearty laugh strode forward and tugged at the collar of his shirt.

The man who tore off the sleeves of both arms of his shirt with a light gesture swept his forearms and replied.

[I heard that it wriggles so much that it is difficult to walk around without a life support device, but it seems to be true to the rumor.]

“... ... .”

[That’s right. Through Duris Workshop’s body modification surgery, the magic circuit was forcibly expanded. It’s because it’s hard to stay sane because of the expanded senses if you don’t use neurostimulants.]

Chiik!!

As the man laughed and slowly raised his mana, hot mana began to overflow and drip through the gap between his forearms.

Ultra-high heat created by forcibly applying magical properties.

The asphalt on which the man is stepping cannot overcome the heat and begins to melt rapidly.

– Half and half!! What kind of magic was used to paralyze the entire power grid... ... !!

“Something happened.”

After the aftermath of the lightning strike has passed, he responds to Jenny through the connected communication.

“I need someone to help me clean up, is that okay?”

-... ... We’ll send an ambulance right away, so don’t move and stay there!!

pop!!

“hmm... ... .”

I have a feeling that Jenny’s attitude towards him has changed slightly since rumors spread that he was somehow injured.

Rather than a trusted colleague... ... .

-It looks like a fragile glass craft.

“... ... Quiet.”

Turning his back to the corpse that evaporated into a handful of blood, Lennok turned his gaze to the black coffin he was standing on.

Chewy!!

The bandaged corpse lying in the coffin is taken out by the magician and the bandages are removed without hesitation.

The corpse of a young man revealed inside.

Although he still maintains a body that has not decayed and is intact, Lennok frowned when he saw it.

“... ... .”

It is an unforgettable face.

If he even resembled Evan’s face or if he was similar in body shape, he would be suspicious of a substitute or disguise.

The corpse that has been lying in the black coffin so far is just an impression that does not resemble the body shape or appearance of Evan Bylon that Lennok had set up.

What on earth did Antares and the unidentified organization see, convinced that this person was Evan Bylon, and pursuing and escaping?

There was only one way to find out.

“Dabi.”

[The biometric data scan is over. I’ll check the data on the city government network.]

Beep... ... !!

Real-time output of cross-validated information through Lennok’s mobile phone.

Surprisingly, one result was consistent.

[Security data level lowest. I found a deleted code in the missing persons biometric data archive. Missing person ID 34aenj16. I’ll mark the date the code was deleted.]

After checking the date the ID was deleted in the database, Lennok quickly recalled the memory of that time and stopped moving.

The time when Lennok had just entered the city and was busy making a new identity.

There was a time when I went to an expert and sought help to create an identity that I would use in Yangji instead of class.

“... ... I see.”

Forging identities in this city is not about creating new identities.

Correcting demographic information, including the names of missing or unofficial deceased persons, and colluding with local officials to update data.

The corpse now lying in this black coffin was the missing person who was used as the basic data when Lennok created the identity of Evan Bylon.

A ceremonial warfare technique that selects and activates a sacrifice that bears even the slightest conceptual similarity to Evan himself.

Of the spells Lennok knew, only two systems cared for this type of decoration: witchcraft and black magic.

Among them, the magic system and magical flow that remain in the memory.

What does it mean that the ritual warfare used by the black magician Ermong tried to cast against Evan, not against Evan?

Someone is suspicious about Evan and Van’s relationship.

Antares noticed that fact and was moving from a completely different place to track the people behind it.

* * *

A huge cavity where only dozens of candles light the room, casting a pale glow.

A man sitting at the center of a huge magic circle painted with black gooey liquid was nervously biting his lip.

“Damn it, why doesn’t it work... ... !!”

A street half-ruined in the shape of lightning that fell in succession.

The shape of a black coffin lying unscathed at the center of the explosion.

The figure of someone opening the coffin and taking out the body is seen, but the face cannot be properly identified.

But even so, the man was constantly muttering to himself as if he knew who he was talking to.

“My guess is certain. Considering the time period and circumstances at the time, I can’t think of any other possibility... ... !!”

The man who had been chanting chanting incessantly as he quickly signed hands, his shoulders trembled at the ringing of his cell phone behind him.

Without even thinking of looking at the reverberating cell phone screen, he forcibly watched the magic trick with his shrunken shoulders.

“No no... ... . If I can’t verify this with the city councilors, I’m dead... ... !!”

“I guess so.”

A calm voice resounded behind the man’s back.

Along with a chill that seemed to run down his spine, he heard the sound of the man’s heart pounding.

“After securing a corpse that is conceptually treated the same as Evan Bylon, the consciousness itself is transferred through a technique. It was a very interesting idea for something that was thrown out.”

“... ... How can I get here!!”

“Considering who the creator of that technique was, it probably wouldn’t have been perfect after all.”

The man who had fallen from his chair opened his eyes wide and looked back.

A young man with sweeping long hair was looking down at me with a smile on his face.

Overwhelming magical power emanating from its body. His tyrannical force is so strong that even a man who is not good at martial arts can feel it.

Looking at the man’s pale face in an instant, Antares said.

“A combination of shamanistic concepts and black magic... ... It would have been an impossible attempt if not for the power of the black crown, but that was possible because you obtained the magic of a very old family.”

At the words of Antares, which stabbed to the core without hesitation, the man’s face instantly sank into a dark state.

“Save me... ... . please... ... .”

“But when you look into the darkest depths of black magic, you must think of the opposite. That’s why black magic... ... .”

Antares smiled as he looked at the man begging for his life without affirmation or denial.

“You definitely need a master or disciple who can act as a mirror.”

“What the hell is that... ... !! off... ... !!”

At that moment, the man’s two pupils rolled around on the spot and flipped over, and in an instant, the pupils themselves began to turn black.

Right after that, the figure of a man standing up from his seat while emanating jet-black black magic all over his body.

The expression on his face was cold, as if frozen.

“I didn’t expect the failed seer to call me.”

“... ... .”

“It is meaningless. Do you know?”

“yes.”

Antares laughed.

“But it was necessary at least once. Don’t you think so, Myungwang?”