Drug-Eating Genius Mage – 533



The Genius Wizard Who Takes Medicine Episode 533

Dual identity (4)

Beep beep beep beep beep!!

A cell phone ringtone rings quietly between two people facing each other.

As soon as Myung who wakes up in a man’s body raises his hand even that sound is consumed and disappears in the darkness.

The moment the man whose pupils turned pitch black slowly stands up and takes a step forward.

Ugh…!!

The black magic circle that had been spread out around him rotated on the spot and folded neatly under the man’s shadow.

A ritual transfer technique of black magic that was painstakingly prepared through an enormous amount of time and preparation.

An overwhelming manipulative ability to casually collect and destroy the magic circle without even touching it.

Among the existing warlocks he is revered as a monster with by far the most dangerous talent.

The king of fortune telling.

“fast.”

Myung said quietly.

“I don’t have much time. “I don’t feel like talking for a long time.”

“….”

An attitude that can be so harsh that it feels indifferent.

But Antares was not surprised by such an answer.

Contrary to his gruesome actions which make him the embodiment of destruction the King of Pandemonium is not as violent and violent as he is known to be.

However not only is he good at distinguishing between public and private matters but the gap between what he likes and what he doesn’t like is too far away.

There was a high possibility that a being like Antares was a type that was quite far from the interests of such people.

“You probably didn’t take this position because of my call anyway.”

Antares smiled softly and nodded.

“The oldest family legacy. “Wasn’t retrieving that item one of the few memories you were obsessed with?”

“….”

Myung did not answer. Instead I just stared at Antares’ face.

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However Antares knew that the reason Ming had eaten the consciousness of another warlock at this point and responded to the call was because of the black crown.

A type of artifact and symbol used by the world’s oldest warlock family.

King Myeong’s collecting the black crowns of his family scattered across the continent is not a hobby or curiosity.

This is because the act of collecting the causalities of a family that has already become extinct one by one constitutes a part of the existence of a person.

“I don’t really like talking to seers.”

Myung muttered.

“Most people are devoured by the future they face so no matter what they say they decide on an answer and connect cause and effect.”

The person who looked this way while leisurely leaning on a nearby platform smiled.

“But if the other person is a prophet who came back after seeing one conclusion I might be able to listen to him for a moment… So how far did he come back?”

“….”

“I heard he was an old friend of the crocodile guy. “If you had chosen that approach even though you were with that ruthless reptile you would have something to think about.”

“Well… I’m not sure.”

Antares looked thoughtful for a moment and then answered.

The atmosphere is heated with tension.

The expressions of the two people facing each other are extremely relaxed but the magic power fluttering from all directions dances with sharp anticipation.

“Because at this point you have always been preying on the shadow of the world. Moreover in this era the speed of power increase is faster than any other wisdom I have seen and returned.”

“….”

“If you think about it I just assumed that you would have enough time to respond to the call by now.”

Antares smiled slightly.

“I know I don’t come to the Balkans very often for personal reasons but you better pay attention. Especially if you want to prevent your family’s legacy from being wasted in this way.”

“Yes that’s right….”

Myung muttered.

He asked turning his eerie pupils painted black.

“You have the right to say that you came back after seeing it. “What is your business?”

“I want to make a deal.”

Antares said and lightly snapped his fingers.

“I’ll collect the black crown he used and hand it over to him. Instead I’ll have to borrow your name a few times.”

A statement that is closer to a notice rather than a request.

But neither of them cared about it one bit.

“Even at this very moment there are many robbers selling my name. “If you ask for permission without having to do that it’s probably because you have a specific wish.”

“I plan to put King Myeong’s name directly on the agenda of the Balkan Central Council.”

Antares answered.

“I will twist the talent of fastness and hide it once more. “If you sell your name and mine in the process you might be able to get the cause right.”

“….”

“You know about what happened at the Magic Engineering Expo right?”

The question is not just about the anti-gravity technology that Evan announced.

The dual identity of Ban and Evan. The true meaning indicated by that fact.

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How much more valuable the value of Lennok’s talents aptitudes and aptitudes could become in this world.

Antares was indirectly asking Ming about this fact as if he was aware of it.

“If you accept it we will proceed as we please. There will be no further notification thereafter. “You just need to hand over the authority for a moment to rent your ‘tent.’”

The eyes of the people who were listening to Antares’ words turned cold.

“…You knew from the beginning that I would take you up on the offer.”

“Rather than that…”

Antares laughed lightly at his words.

“I just thought that you who are so fanatically obsessed with special talent wouldn’t have known about it yet.”

“….”

An answer that seemed strangely familiar to Antares who had no contact with the name.

“Let’s confirm that you agree and get started. “Because I started work in such a hurry there are a lot of things that need to be taken care of.”

Antares continued speaking while touching the ringing cell phone in his arms.

“If I don’t explain this fact to Lightning right now the conversation we just had will have no effect… Oh my.”

Antares took a quick look at his phone smiled and held up the screen to show it to Myung.

A few short keywords sent directly from Lennok to his number.

[Ancient black magic. A ritual transfer technique. City government task force. Possibility of connection with the Central Council.]

“Isn’t it really sharp?”

Antares laughed.

“Even though they just put in a request without providing any explanation they have already taken care of the situation and are looking back on their intentions.”

“….”

“It may be difficult right now but one day I might be able to look forward to the moment I return from seeing it. No maybe… maybe…”

It may be possible to go beyond that and reach the unanswered answer.

What Antares expects and wishes for from Lennok is not such a great or grandiose wish.

The power to walk a little further than others. Willingness and qualifications prepared for it.

A dual-faced talent that allows you to build it up with your own strength and tear it down with your own hands.

Lennok had the wick from the beginning that Antares had managed to obtain by sacrificing everything.

Myung looked at Antares and muttered quietly.

“Is this just another illusion that you reach when you face the end and don’t go crazy?”

“….”

“That would mean that you too have the qualifications to eventually reach the end.”

As the young man’s body which was leaning on the podium gradually lost strength the black color of his pupils began to fade little by little.

“Take care of the handling of the black crown. I don’t mind borrowing a name.”

“…what?”

At the unexpected answer Antares tilted his head with a slightly puzzled expression and laughed out loud for the first time.

“I checked where it was hidden that’s it. Anything more than that is meaningless. “In the end it’s a cause and effect that didn’t start with my hands.”

“….”

“Obviously there was a time in the past when I was preoccupied with that fact but I don’t really care anymore. rather….”

The direction of Myeong’s blurring gaze is not toward Antares but toward the cell phone he is holding.

Antares thinking of the owner of the message that had just occurred to him couldn’t help but laugh along.

“I see.”

The person Antares observed and remembered would never say such a thing.

The king of the underworld who became the embodiment of contradiction carrying arrogance and desperation that surpassed his limitations overwhelming talent and karma to match.

What is the reason why a monster who was sick of his natural talent and karma but could never be free from it changed so much in reality?

That would mean that there are an infinite number of variables in this world that can predict foresight and twist the fixed future.

“After all reality does not follow wisdom.”

With that alone Antares can endure longer.

You can feel that it is not over yet.

At least for Antares future and destiny existed for resistance not compliance.

* * *

[Title: Do not accept requests involving fastness.]

=Anyway don’t take it.

A one-word post posted on the deep web.

It is no different from the nonsense commonly posted on illegal sites that are parasitic on the city government network.

If the author of the post is a Sapphire tier member the story is different.

Among the countless con artists and criminals he is a veteran who survived after completing more than 20 Class A nomination requests.

A client who requested nominations worth billions of cells to the deep web more than ten times and paid compensation.

It is a jewel level that can only be awarded to customers who have been certified as key executives of an organization that is considered a special level even within the deep web.

A post suddenly posted by an account that rarely appears on a regular basis.

Comments naturally started flowing below that.

└What nonsense are you talking about?

└Now that I think about it there was a rumor going around that Lightning had returned.

└You said you suffered a serious injury and you are already receiving requests for nomination? There’s nothing on Jenny’s broker list.

└If you’re in that weight class you naturally pick clients. It won’t even be visible to unauthorized accounts.

Unlike the insincere replies posted in the beginning accounts with verified levels began to add replies one by one.

Even if they are not as good as Sapphire they are workers in the shadows who have achieved comparable certifications or achievements.

└It is certain that he suffered life-threatening injuries. There is ample testimony that he walks around with a cane equipped with a life support device.

└Are you saying you are accepting requests with a body like that? It seems that the company’s situation is quite bad these days.

└It’s the opposite. Their business is doing so well that they are short on workers to the point where they have to bring in fast-tracking as well.

└I don’t think what the author is saying has that kind of nuance.

While this and that conversation was going on another Emerald account appeared in the comment section and struck a chord.

└It is true that I was injured. It is true that movement is not comfortable. Even taking that into account it seems like he has become even more of a monster so don’t even think about rubbing the trash.

When I realized that two gem-level accounts were talking about almost the same thing hundreds more comments immediately started coming in.

└Does it make sense that you became stronger even after being hurt that badly?

└But that account’s tone is a bit rude.

└Emerald is okay. Shut up Under.

└Why the sudden quarrel? do you want to die Where do you live?

Unlike those who engage in pointless arguments those who know what is going on share information among themselves.

└Some say that the style itself has changed a bit. It’s hard to know because most of them are almost dead.

└There were a lot of rumors that he was crazy about blood. They say that after getting injured the tendency to rely on firepower increased.

└I think I gained some insight from the battle with Madrich Onion. The power of lightning magic is at a crazy level.

└The combat ability has decreased but the power of magic has increased enough to make up for it?

It was only then that I realized why the story about fastness had started to circulate at this moment and the comments were murmuring.

The information that the wizard who was famous for grinding people down on the ground had become stronger was not very welcome news to his colleagues.

└What a story…. I wonder why the world has become so harsh that mayflies like me have to turn their backs on someone to survive.

└Shouldn’t the world be a little harsher for friends like you?

└Address.

The skillful intimidation and provocations of those who have experienced secret complaints and personal attacks constantly go back and forth.

Even madmen who feel a desire to win or strong greed even after hearing these words.

└Still if the injury is true there is no way to attack it. If you drag him into hand-to-hand combat you might have a chance of winning.

└ If you are wearing a life support device you are just a walking corpse.

└So this post itself is advising you not to even try that you idiots.

└Leave it alone. Even if the gem account speaks directly what’s the point of talking to people I don’t know?

└Let’s not be too mean to friends who we won’t be able to connect with in a month. Please support me with warm words.

└But I don’t think there is a way at all. It’s definitely worth a try. (Edit/Delete)

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu….”

“I see.”

Lennok checked the edit and delete buttons on the last comment and threw away the cell phone he was holding.

A cell phone falls on a man’s chest covered in blood.

“The reaction was more interesting than I expected. “I also enjoyed the comments you wrote.”

“Cough!!”

“How do you feel now?”

“Fuck….”

In response to Lennok’s question the blood-covered man burst into empty laughter.

“I should have listened to what I said carefully…”

“From now on whenever someone gives me advice it would be a good idea to get into the habit of thinking it over at least once.”

Slam!!

Lennok aiming the revolver at the man’s head smiled and nodded.

“If there is a next time.”

Taang!!

As soon as the trigger was pulled the fallen man’s head was thrown back and blood sprayed out.

After checking for the last time on the man who had wriggled for a moment and then lost his breath Lennok struggled to raise himself up with a cane.

Lights flickering from the ceiling and colorful neon signs. The strong smell of alcohol flowing from the broken liquor bottle stung my nose.

As I passed by the rubble of the table and the shattered mirror balls rolling around in all directions I took out my cell phone.

“Jenny this side is all over. “Is this the last time today?”

[…Are you finished already?]

Jenny said with an expression of bewilderment.

[No I told you to bring along a few other freelancers as well. Why did you go there alone?]

“It’s easier to move alone.”

Lennok answered as he walked out of the clubhouse which had been turned into a wasteland.

“It’s easy to be noticed and the rumor that I’m back on the field will be stronger.”

He walked down the street looking back at the shadowy residents outside the house who were looking at him with frightened eyes.

“It will be necessary to maintain this trend for the time being while adjustments are in progress.”

The forces behind the suspicion that Van and Evan were the same person were revealed to be members of the city government’s high-ranking ranks.

Unless Lennok fell victim to the ritual transfer technique any doubts that the two people were the same person would disappear.

However Antares did not stop there and began to track down the force in order to protect Evan’s identity.

In the process Antares borrowed the names of people and came up with a justification for why he came forward.

Evan Bylan’s personal safety is directly protected by the Antares mercenary office preventing the city government from recklessly implementing measures such as quarantine measures.

In the meantime Lennoch was busy processing a few more nomination requests and showing that this activity was not a one-off for a special purpose.

The moment Lennok was thinking that as he was about to pass through the street behind the clubhouse.

wickedness…!!

There was a chilling feeling of déjà vu running down the back of my neck.

“….”

It is only for a moment that the aimless walking stops.

Only then did Lennoc sense the identity of the unknown discomfort felt around him and smiled bitterly.

“This is…”

A busy street where all kinds of miscellaneous merchants criminals freelancers and mercenaries roamed around.

The people who once filled the busy streets where it was difficult to tell which district they were in suddenly disappeared and disappeared.

Lennok is left alone in the middle of the wide crosswalk.

It is not a technique or magical power. Moreover it was not even a masterpiece that utilized transcendental energy such as magical power or spiritual power.

The overwhelming spirit of spirit that is currently enveloping this area and burning it out.

Even Lennok’s gaze which is surprisingly strong and mixed with a desire to win is unconsciously causing everyone in the vicinity to turn away.

I want to fight the opponent in front of me.

I want to throw myself with all my might to kill him.

A feeling so overwhelming and strong that it would make everyone in the downtown area tremble and stop walking.

A transcendental state where one can physically interfere with reality simply by invoking one’s will.

A monster with its entire body painted white was standing across the street.

“I’ve heard quite a few rumors but it’s truly a masterpiece.”

An old-fashioned way of speaking that is not at all suitable to be heard in the middle of a city where this dazzling civilization is built.

A benevolent complexion as if looking down at Lennok with his back turned with pure white hair fluttering around.

There was an unknown satisfaction on his face that even Lennoc could not guess the source of.

It was as if a long-awaited wish had recently been resolved.

“I heard that Onion achieved great success with that friend and his actions are not strange at all.”

“….”

“Does it stumble and shake and burn desperately? “It is truly an ideal form of mortality.”

The man continued to nod his head as if he was satisfied.

“You are already a full-fledged warrior.”

“…For someone who suddenly appears and speaks to you you’re just saying nonsense.”

Lennok lowered the cell phone he was holding and answered in a low voice.

“Who is it?”

“My name is Crood Azlan.”

The man answered coolly.

“I am in charge of protecting Tulianmun under the humble name of innocence.”