Season: 1 234: The Great Mage Returns after 4000 Years (7)

Book 1 Chapter 234: The Great Mage Returns after 4000 Years (7)

Translator: Seven

Editors: Ana_Banana, Yahiko

[Urk...]

Lord suddenly felt nauseous. He collapsed to the ground while holding his chest.

[Urk! Wek... ]

Tok, tok...

Then he vomited something.

It was a thick, viscous substance with a disgusting smell like it was something that had almost been digested.

Moreover, this liquid was black and wriggled as though it was alive.

‘I’m not sure what’s happening.’

Lord was currently defenseless.

Seeing this, Ivan charged towards him. He wanted to take advantage of this opening.

He couldn’t help but think about the battle with Agni. Nora had lost her arm, and Beniang risked her life to give him an opening, which he then used to land a punch.

He remembered the feeling he’d had at that time.

‘I can do it.’

After that battle with Agni, Ivan had done his best to perfect ‘Ivan’s Fist’, which had become his trump card.

That fist was the limit of the path that Ivan pursued. But it was still incomplete. This was proven by the fact that it hadn’t even been able to finish off the weakened Agni.

That was why he was confident now. This time would be different from back then.

If everything went well, he would be able to reach Lord’s core.

Kooo-

Ivan began condensing mana into his fist.

‘Not enough.’

He wouldn’t be able to do it with this much.

It had to be cleared. Denser. More compressed.

He would bear the burden for it on his own.

Fwoosh.

His hair seemed to have been turning white.

In a pure white world, Ivan recalled the path he’d walked on so far. At the end of his teenage years, which could only be described as trash, he met a benefactor by the name of Nora and was taught the Warrior King Fist.

He was talented, and for the first time in his life, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

It was on one faithful day when he found out about the Demigods.

-The secret of the Warrior King Fist.

It was to kill Demigods. That was what the martial art had been created for.

And the existence in front of him was now an amalgamation of almost every member of this transcendent race to the extent that it wouldn’t be strange to call him The Demigod.

As long as he killed him, everything would be over.

‘So I will steel my resolve.’

He wouldn’t swing his fist again.

For Ivan, who had devoted himself to the Warrior King Fist, he had more than enough determination to give up his life.

This determination then created a miracle.

Jurk.

Blood flowed from Ivan’s lips. It wasn’t just his lips. Red blood flowed from his eyes, nose, and even his ears.

Crunch.

He felt his molars crack, the veins in his eyeballs burst, and his eardrums tear.

If it wasn’t for this pain, he might have lost his mind by then.

Kooo-

And finally.

Ivan had gathered his ‘everything’ into his fist.

‘This is it.’

This fist was the limit of Ivan’s ability.

He looked at Lord with calm eyes. He could reach him with this. An unknown conviction filled his heart at that moment.

Ivan swung his fist, his hand penetrating Lord’s body.

Clang.

“...”

Or, at least, that was what should have happened.

Ivan stared at the scene in front of him with disbelieving eyes.

There was nothing in front of him. But ‘Ivan’s Fist’ had been blocked.

He hadn’t even gotten the chance to reach Lord. In fact, Lord wasn’t even looking at him. He was still wheezing on the ground with his back bent.

Nevertheless, Ivan’s fist had been blocked by an invisible wall.

“Kurk...”

The backlash came before he could even figure out what had just happened.

Ivan couldn’t swallow the bubble of blood that shot up from his throat. Blood and pieces of his internal organs shot out from his mouth.

‘Impossible.’

He stared at his fist in disbelief. It felt like he had struck something that was unimaginably hard.

It didn’t make sense.

In front of Ivan’s Fist, even the hardest metal in the world, Adamantium, which was praised for its durability, would be torn apart like paper.

Then Lord, who had finished vomiting, wiped his mouth before saying.

[I already told you. I don’t think I can lose anymore.]

“What... the hell... did you do...?”

[I used my power. But it’s only natural that insects like you wouldn’t understand.]

Ivan couldn’t hold it anymore and collapsed to the ground. His stamina and strength were already depleted.

He had literally put everything he had into that punch.

‘What the hell... kind of monster did he become?’

Ivan felt fear for the first time.

He cast a fearful gaze towards Lord, but Lord was still not paying any attention to him. Instead, he was looking down at his vomit.

“Hup!”

The Great Medium gasped and stumbled backwards. She realised what Lord’s vomit was.

“Th-, the Demigods...”

“...do you really intend to become God’s Apostle?”

[I’d prefer that.]

“...God might not appear in the end.”

[Then I’ll make it myself. Of course, it might take tens of thousands of years, but... it would be fun. I told your dead friend before: creation is not impossible for me any longer.]

He was serious when he said this as well.

It was only then when those remaining in the room realised just what kind of being they were fighting against.

Maybe Lord was a god.

It was hard for them to call a being whom they had never seen or heard before and who didn’t even seem to care about what was happening, God.

Lord, on the other hand, was a god of destruction who could kill hundreds of thousands of people in an instant.

[Of course, you would be long dead by then, Dro.]

In the next instant, Dro’s body floated into the air.

This was Lord’s power.

Dro didn’t struggle uselessly. Instead, he bit his lip and quickly used Dragontongue.

[Reject.]

“...!!”

The Dragontongue was deflected.

Instead, it was the body of the one who used it that had been bound.

Dro’s jaw dropped in shock.

“How the hell did you cancel out my Dragontongue?”

[I don’t know what power it is. I’m just imitating.]

So this was the power that Lukas was using.

As he had this thought, Lord looked at Dro’s shocked expression.

“What do you...”

[You don’t deserve to know. Shut up and give me your heart.]

Shik!

With those words, a heart was pulled out of Dro’s chest, covered in blood and still beating.

“Ku-, uk...”

Dro shook with his eyes wide open before he stopped moving completely.

He was dead.

Dro’s artificial body had strong vitality. But the power source at the core of its vitality was the heart.

If he had lost another vital part, he would not have died so easily.

Lord gestured lightly.

[Come, my last piece.]

The heart slowly floated towards Lord.

‘If we just leave it.’

‘It’s over.’

Jekid and Anastasia exchanged glances. Then they threw themselves toward Lord at the same time.

[Get lost.]

Their bodies were sent flying in an instant.

As they’d expected this, they bounced up immediately and charged again.

[Fall.]

Terrible pressure landed on their bodies. Unable to overcome this pressure, they collapsed face-first into the ground.

In an instant, it felt like gravity had increased by hundreds of times.

The pressure was so strong that the ground around them shattered.

[This power is pretty good.]

Although, it was a bit annoying to admit it himself.

Lord turned to look at the Great Medium who was standing in a corner and asked.

[What will you do?]

“...”

[Right. Just stay still. In a way, you might be the smartest bug here.]

The end was finally there.

A smile appeared on Lord’s face. He stretched out to the heart that was finally within reach.

The Dragon Lord’s heart. This alone could have been called a supreme treasure, but for Lord, it was a simple shell.

The shell which hid the core that Lord was searching for.

The last piece that he wanted so badly was kept in this very heart.

[...]

Or, at least, it should have been.

Lord’s expression stiffened.

[...what’s going on?]

It wasn’t there. There was no core.

Just when he’d thought it was impossible, another accident occurred.

[...]

Naturally, the image of a woman appeared in the mind of Lord who stood there as though he’d been frozen.

Iris Phisfounder.

The person who’d created Dro’s artificial body.

[...where did you hide it...]

His voice seemed to rumble with anger, like an active volcano that was about to erupt.

Lord clenched his fist tightly.

Bang!

The Dragon Heart exploded, sending blood flying in every direction.

[Where did you hide the balance’s core, Iris?!]

“I have it.”

[...]

Lord turned around slowly, his expression still one of extreme rage.

No, it was so distorted that even ‘rage’ was not enough to describe it.

Lukas Trowman was standing there calmly as if he’d been there from the beginning.

He looked at Lord’s distorted expression before pointing to his chest. He pointed to the last arrangement of Iris, who had brought him back from the dead and whose soul was inches away from disappearing.

“I have the balance’s core.”

(Note: bruh... LET’S GOOOO!!!)