Drug-Eating Genius Mage – 612



The Genius Wizard Who Takes Medicine Episode 612

Selection ceremony (4)

Click click…!!

On the quiet stage of the stadium only the sound of parts rotating and rubbing ceaselessly rang out.

About a dozen judges quietly watched as the slender fingers moved around and caressed the musket.

Wariness and suspicion. Delusion and fear.

Even though he clearly knew that the way he looked at this gun was not a positive emotion Lennok continued to move his hand.

‘The condition is much better than I thought.’

Artifacts left nameless in the stadium’s final display case.

A treasure from the Simseong Pavilion which stores only the oldest and most valuable items in the Machine City.

An ancient miracle with unclear origins and history that even Meisters cannot touch.

Among them this dusty old musket looked shabby compared to other splendid and magnificent relics.

Lennok was convinced of the true value of this musket.

‘It’s definitely an appearance I remember. This is…’

The Demon Musketeer from WORLD 2.0 played by Lennok himself.

The Demon Musketeer that Lennok played was such an ambiguous profession that one wonders what meaning it would have to look back on his memories now.

In WORLD 2.0 the existence of common magic was a versatile power that was two steps short of all-purpose and the magic musketeer was only allowed to imitate magic and implement it with a gun.

Therefore in the latter half of the game crafting and making a powerful magic gun was an important virtue for the profession as was developing one’s strength as a magic gun.

It was also natural that a powerful artillery was needed to capture a powerful enemy in bullets and fire them.

‘The end of Teremer. A top-class item that was treated as the Demon Musketeer’s exclusive equipment in WORLD 2.0.’

Depending on how the Demon Musketeer class is developed this is a special equipment that can be worn until very late in the game. It is a top-class relic that adjusts the Demon Musket’s specifications according to the wearer’s abilities.

Lennok had obtained this item once while playing the Demon Musketeer in WORLD 2.0.

Through my memories of that time I was convinced that this musket was the end of Teremer.

However even though he knew that fact Lennok’s gaze remained cold and sunken even before his eyes even in front of his eyes the miracle of finding the Demon Musketeer’s exclusive equipment from Machina’s relic warehouse.

‘Why do relics from the old world remain so intact?’

In this world relics of the old world refer to equipment or traces that have flowed in from the memories of a world that has already been destroyed.

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Most of the relics that leaked out from completely closed causality were not in an intact state and it was rare for their abilities or even appearance to remain intact.

Pandemonium which collects and uses relics from the old world would have been impossible to successfully restore its technology or abilities if not for the presence of an outstanding researcher named Dr.

But even so the appearance of the musket that Lennok was handling now was almost intact except that it had been left for too long and was rusty.

What does that fact mean?

Lennok continued to think about the meaning of the Artifact Warehouse of the Machine City Machina.

“My hand stopped working.”

One of the meisters muttered in a calm voice.

“If you’re thinking of giving up now I won’t stop you. “No one will blame you.”

“….”

“I don’t know how you picked that gun but we’ve known for a long time that that musket is an unusual relic.”

Another meister spoke to Lennok who did not respond.

“When I just turned 20 and took part in the selection ceremony this relic was still the same. “It is a miracle that is one step removed from the flow of time.”

“Even if interested warriors tried to get it it always returned to its original location a day later.”

“Decades ago there was a rumor that it was a gun possessed by a ghost but now even that has been forgotten and is not heard of.”

“I never thought I’d see that thing again…”

Snap!!

Lennok muttered while listening to the meisters’ monologue.

“It’s not something lost in the flow of time.”

“…what?”

“It was just designed from the beginning to bring this old form back to its base.”

With those words Lennok finished cleaning the inside of the musket and slowly raised the gun.

The shape of an old metal body resting on the inside of Lennok’s shoulder and resting comfortably on his hands.

“If you’ve already handled this equipment you’ll know that the musket barrel is missing some key parts needed to make it work.”

“okay. But no matter how many new parts I made and assembled the gun didn’t work…”

“Because we didn’t need parts to fit the musket.”

For a moment the judges unable to understand what that meant silently looked at each other.

“What… does that mean?”

“It’s not that the part was missing it was left empty on purpose.”

Lennok said that and naturally took out the penterect from his arms.

Click click…!!

The penterect which had taken the shape of a cube that was constantly shaking had suddenly changed into an unknown black irregularity.

“It is difficult to properly implement the original function of this gun without intentionally creating space inside the gun barrel.”

“What on earth are you talking about…!!”

Lennok did not wait for the other judges to respond.

The moment when Lennok opened the slide at the bottom of the magazine and inserted the penterect into it.

Charrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

The barrel of the musket began to split and flip over like the scales of a fish completely changing the shape of the barrel.

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The shape of a horse gun that changes on the spot into a gun barrel shaped like a lizard’s head as if shedding its skin.

“…!!!”

The Meisters watched the musket change in Lennok’s hand forgetting to breathe.

Demon Musketeer’s exclusive equipment. The end of Teremer a relic of the old world does not literally exist only as an old musket.

A transformable magic gun that evolves into the form desired by the wearer through specific parts and movements.

This old musket was the primary form of the item that was dormant before its awakening.

‘There are three prerequisites needed to bring out the secondary form of Teremer’s End.’

Among them one was satisfied even before Lennok touched it and the second was a type that Lennoc could solve with Penterect.

Although it is difficult for Lennok to completely satisfy the third condition right now satisfying the two conditions will be enough to show the second form of the Demon Gun.

“As you all know no screws were used in this musket. “All joints connecting each part are prefabricated.”

“….”

“It is said that there are cases where guns are manufactured this way to speed up disassembly and assembly but it is not common.”

Lennok said looking around.

“Then wouldn’t it be reasonable to think that the gun’s missing internal parts were designed from the beginning with changes and transformations in the barrel in mind?”

“…So you succeeded in finding out the true appearance of the relic by forcibly fitting parts that did not fit the mold?”

“Many craftsmen have probably already tried to repair the musket while maintaining its shape.”

Lennok nodded at the words someone muttered.

“So I just tried to find other ideas and possibilities other than that as much as possible.”

“….”

Everyone was speechless and silently stared at the magic gun in Lennok’s hand.

“Try firing the gun once.”

Brahms who was unable to hide his discomfort and wriggled his shoulders waved his hand and the trustee standing next to him hurriedly brought him a bullet.

“If the equipment was really completely repaired it would be possible to fire through the artifact right?”

“All right.”

Lennog obediently took the bullet put it into the magazine of his horse gun finished loading and turned the gun back.

When I point the gun at the interior material provided on the stadium wall and look at the judges they nod as if it is okay.

In tense silence Lennok slowly pulls the trigger.

The moment when everyone lowered their eyelids slightly anticipating the brilliance that would explode at the end.

Tick!

At the same time as a bizarre noise as if a spring was breaking gunpowder was leaking out from inside the muzzle.

“….”

The tense atmosphere is relieved at once and feelings of despondency are everywhere.

I feel as if all the nerves and attention that had been heightened just a moment ago are dissipating and dissipating.

However Lennok put down his horse gun smiling sheepishly saying it was not that surprising.

“You failed. “It looks like it’s hard to get full after the first drink.”

“….”

“Ha ha….”

The expressions on the Meisters’ faces are indescribable.

Ex Machina members heave a sigh of relief.

Lennok paying no heed to the reactions of those around him slowly stepped back and nodded.

“Since I failed I won’t be able to receive any points in the maintenance field.”

“…No I guess not.”

The old man standing at the center of the Meisters looked at Lennok’s face for a long time and then turned his head.

“The selection ceremony is over. “We will announce the results soon so all participants can go back and wait.”

* * *

The selection ceremony ended abruptly with Lennok reorganizing the end of Teremer.

The results of the selection ceremony were announced a few days later but unfortunately Lennok’s name was not among the winners.

To be precise should we say that the name of Lyman who was the owner of this workshop was not there?

“I still don’t understand….”

Mouser who was sitting in Lennok’s workshop with several bottles of alcohol grumbled.

“Regardless of the lack of respect for the craftsman your skill in handling equipment is real. “There’s no way I failed the selection ceremony due to lack of skill!”

“I haven’t failed the selection ceremony yet.”

Lennok said and nodded lightly.

“First of all they clearly announced it in that way.”

On the table was a notice of the selection ceremony results that had already been crumpled several times.

At the selection ceremony the names of the three craftsmen who achieved the best results were called one by one and they were granted qualifications as Meisters and signed to relocate the workshop.

In addition evaluations of artisans who received high enough scores to be ranked are neatly written.

At the bottom of the list are the names of craftsmen who unfortunately did not become meisters.

The story about Lennok was written right there.

[Lyman: Showed exceptional results in the field of modification but fell short of the standard in the field of production.]

[Creativity in design and combination ability deserves recognition but other standards fall short. Evaluation of performance in the maintenance field is withheld.]

[Results to be notified later.]

Not elimination but shelving.

Waiting not falling short.

It was an extremely ambiguous notice but ultimately it should be said that it was also the result of Lennok’s choice.

“It is extremely rare to give such an ambiguous evaluation to the artisans who participated in the selection ceremony. What’s more the maintenance field wasn’t even specified…!!”

Mouser who looked unusually excited vigorously rubbed the notice poster.

“I can’t help but think that this is either influence from the top or the result of some kind of political maneuver!!”

“….”

Instead of agreeing or contradicting Mouser’s words Lennok quietly tilted his head.

In some ways Mouser’s reckless guess wasn’t entirely wrong.

‘I never thought that notification of the results of the selection ceremony would be delayed…’

Although things did not go as planned Lennok did not regret arranging the end of Teremer.

This is because I knew that it was more important to experience the magic gun on the spot than to get a high score at the Meister selection ceremony right away.

Some explanation was added to the judges about Ma Chong’s history and abilities.

He selected a magic gun from the last display case and attempted maintenance but failed to fire at the last moment and stopped maintenance.

It was all the best judgment Lennoc could have made on the spot.