Drug-Eating Genius Mage – 640



The Genius Wizard Who Takes Medicine Episode 640

How to kill a god (6)

The ring of light opened brightly and Lennok fell from its place.

Wow!!!

“Cough!!”

Lennok fell helplessly and rolled on the floor coughing violently and gasping for breath.

“Ha ha ha…!!!”

My whole body was drenched in cold sweat and I could feel my limbs shaking.

“Ugh…!!!”

He took off his iron mask halfway and spat out the contents.

A side effect that seemed to completely engulf me beyond the Ascension Gate. I feel like my entire body’s magical power is vibrating unsteadily and my body’s reactions are not functioning properly.

With twitching hands I reached into my arms took out the medicine chewed it and swallowed it.

After inserting a tranquilizer ampoule into the shoulder pouring a potion into it forcibly stabilizes the condition and forcibly suppresses the mana running rampant within the body.

A strong backlash and foreign body sensation that can be life-threatening if action is not taken quickly.

But even between the spasms and recoil that pounded his entire body Lennok was reflecting on what he had seen beyond the Ascension Gate.

“memory….”

I had a memory.

Overwhelming memories. There was an ego there so large and strong that even Lennok was shocked for a moment.

The memory of a transcendent person qualified to challenge ascension.

A fragment of the most intense emotion that remained in his life over hundreds of years.

The space beyond the door. What Hermes saw was the memory of the ascendant who dreamed of saving the old world.

I wasn’t expecting this.

I never thought I would see these memories here and in this way.

Therefore even though I was extremely shaken agitated and afraid I was also convinced.

If it weren’t for that feat if it weren’t for that level of trial and error memories that couldn’t exist were flooding through my head.

“…not this.”

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Hermes answered in a broken voice to Lennok’s quietly mumbling words.

“This… is truly amazing… How can a human come back after seeing this…”

“It wasn’t.”

Gritting his teeth Lennok stood up and with unsteady steps stood in front of Hermes’ head.

Lennok’s eyes clutching his hair flashed with an intense light through the iron mask.

“It wasn’t the God Slayer of the old world… What you wanted…”

A memory that Lennok saw.

It was not the memory of a transcendental person trying to kill God.

It was the memory of another ascendant watching the God Slayer from the side.

With extremely intense emotions and ego.

It was no wonder that even Lennok was caught up in the torrent and lost himself while being assimilated.

The will of a transcendent person who establishes laws through his own will and challenges ascension.

If Lennok had not possessed a transcendental image and an unwavering spirit he would have been swept away by those memories and thoughts and lost his sense of self.

However even while he was unable to control the transcendental’s memories and looked at them helplessly Lennok was able to tell.

The transcendent’s last memory.

That fleeting moment when you see your own face reflected in the open sea.

Lennok remembered the appearance of a young man with pure white hair and an inorganic neatness.

Lennok realized that the face of the transcendent was exactly the same as Hermes’ current appearance.

“Who are you?”

Lennok asked holding Hermes’ head.

“What is your real name?”

This man is not Hermes.

He probably wasn’t even a young man with white hair or a neat appearance.

Just like Lennok he was just another seeker who encountered the memories of the ascended that remained beyond the door.

However unlike Lennok who returned from beyond memory without losing his sense of self Hermes was swallowed whole by the Ascendant’s memories and turned into a completely different person.

A being that entrusts its ego and mind to the incomplete memories of the ascendant and moves in the direction indicated by those memories.

Hermes did not deny that fact at all.

“Does it matter who I am… but….”

Instead he just looked at Lennog and grinned with only his neck remaining.

“You know….”

“….”

“I know who the God Slayer is….”

His transparent gaze quickly fades.

The gaze that had survived the decapitation and was observing the situation has now completely lost its strength and has begun to fade.

Hermes who was trying to look at Lennok until the end with his eyes that were rapidly losing their light whispered.

“Won’t miss it…. again soon….”

The head of Hermes unable to continue speaking and dying.

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At that moment the man’s face began to change with his white hair turning black from the tips of his head.

The clean-cut face of a young man was everywhere but there was the face of a young man twisted by extreme madness.

At the same time the huge ring of light behind Lennok completely lost its strength and collapsed.

Kugwagwagwagwang!!!!

A powerful roar that shakes the heavens and earth spreads rapidly across the surface of the lake in all directions.

Other soldiers waiting at the undersea wall and other surviving Meisters must have sensed that something was wrong.

Lennok looked down at Hermes’ head in silence then quietly put it down and stood up.

Dabi who had watched the whole scene in his arms asked cautiously.

[Master what will you do?]

“…Hermes is not dead. “It just moved.”

Lennok answered while struggling to catch his breath.

“The reason he was able to communicate with his will intact even after his head was cut off… is because he was essentially a being who trusted in the Ascendant’s memories. “If you think about it there’s probably more.”

Until the end Hermes disappeared implying not his own death but the following.

That may be because Hermes himself did not die like this but could change into another body and seek another opportunity.

And it was clear what opportunity he wanted.

“Hermes did not want the power of the Godslayer.”

Lennok muttered.

“I am trying to manifest myself as an ascendant named Hermes in this world through the memory of the God Slayer.”

Hermes Ascendant of the Old World.

The memories of the transcendental beings left behind on the other side of the destroyed world are devouring the humans of this world and trying to bloom again on their own.

Hermes was strangely adept at using the power of the door referring to himself as “us” and being able to speak directly with the spirit of the old world and retrieve it.

Because Hermes himself was essentially the memory and existence of the old world.

“Escape the undersea barrier and find the true body of Hermes. “There isn’t much time.”

After Lennok said that he turned around with a pale complexion.

“Find Ma Chong and escape immediately. “I think I know where it is now.”

But even as he said that Lennok’s expression became as hard as ever before.

As I quickly left the lake with unsteady steps I was only thinking about one fact.

“…God Slayer of the Old World.”

Hermes is not wrong.

Memories of the Transcendent. Yeomsang watched from the side as someone tried to kill God.

In the end the name and face of the God Slayer were not reflected in my memory until the end.

The moment Lennok faced that memory to the end he was able to figure out who the God Slayer was.

Although he is a magic gun he is a transcendental person who has reached the level without actually using a magic gun.

A monster that changed the very concept of shooting and redefined the definition of bullets and targets.

In the end a heretic who twisted his own talent to kill God.

The original owner who held the end of the old world’s demon gun Teremer.

“It was you…”

Southern Great Forest. I still remember what happened at the well of handbooks as clearly as if it were yesterday.

The end of the grand feat of using Gyebaek’s body as a bullet to launch a shot at a foreign god traveling across the ocean.

I’ve always wondered how this was possible and what the director’s plan was.

Only now did Lennok realize the significance of what he had accomplished with Pandemonium back then.

What the clown and Lennok did at that time was to push Gyebaek’s body through the handbook’s obstruction and into the well.

At the time Lennok’s contribution in dismantling all of Gyebaek’s Geass and forcing them into the well was truly enormous but its true value lay entirely elsewhere.

A single shot fired using Gyebaek’s body itself as a bullet and targeting the foreign body.

No can we call it shooting anymore?

An almost miraculous power that implements the concept of shooting by using those beyond the standard such as the Ascendant and the Outer God as tools.

“It was you leader….”

The Demon Musketeer of the 2nd world. A transcendent person who has acquired the qualifications to challenge ascension.

The master of Pandemonium and the answerer who endlessly walks backwards through the world’s timeline and looks back.

A madman who kills God with his own supernormal abilities and continues his feat into the next world.

In the old world Godslayer was a term referring to the leader of Pandemonium.

* * *

Knock knock…

Only the sound of water drops falling quietly echoes in the silent darkness.

The light from the water droplets falling regularly was as dark as pitch black.

He was quietly listening to the sound of water drops and slowly lifted his eyelids.

“Is the leader awake?”

A flat voice came from above his head.

The owner of the voice does not exist next to him.

However he wakes up intermittently and reads his consciousness reacting to his surroundings from beyond the imaginary dimension and speaks to him.

The ability to convey one’s thoughts to the desired person beyond the constraints of time and space.

Moreover the fact that the medium passes through an imaginary dimension is something that humans cannot do.

A mixed race of ancient species that lived in the imaginary dimension.

“…Agneta.”

“It’s been a few months. “There are a lot of people looking for a leader.”

“….”

He didn’t respond to Agneta’s words but just stared at the water drops falling in front of him.

A huge obsidian coffin.

The black water droplets falling from the tip are slowly pooling on the glass placed just below.

“The doctor and the clown want to contact each other because of their respective duties. The prince is still chasing you and the fisherman said he found another door outside the continent. “What do you want to do?”

“The necessary measures have been taken.”

He answered lifting his heavy eyelids with difficulty and raising his gaze.

“I have nothing to say… I leave it to your arbitrary judgment.”

“If I give the same answer it will be interesting to see everyone’s reaction.”

Agneta said that and then asked the leader.

“Where are you now? “Didn’t you turn your mind away because you had something to do?”

“….”

Instead of answering that question the leader slowly touched his face.

The figure is still covered with intense noise as if it does not blend in with this world and cannot be seen properly.

The voice is not specifically heard as belonging to one person and its existence is also not fixed in one place.

It just shows up where it needs to be exists where it needs to be and does what it needs to do.

But the price he has to pay to exist like that is also not light.

He is paying the price of existing beyond the laws of the world every time he breathes and moves.

Now I’m starting to lose appreciation for why I have to do that but…

“Memory is a scary thing.”

“…what?”

“When it comes to defining yourself surprisingly your own will is not important. Maybe it would be more efficient to leave it to others.”

Therefore Wooyeon trapped himself between the beliefs and worship of others not his own.

Because he was able to protect himself from the backlash and harmful effects of ascension by hiding and hiding himself in the gaps of memories and thoughts.

Although he understood the idea he did not sympathize with it but he agreed that the method itself was such a powerful and dangerous way of existence.

Just by touching a memory related to him somewhere in the world he reacted inadvertently and woke up like this.

A kite is something that is so powerful and cannot be easily broken.

Because in a way that was the only way to define myself.

“It reminded me of something that happened a long time ago… and in a rather unpleasant way.”

“heartbreak…?”

The tone whose gender and age could not even be guessed contained a rare faint sneer.

A reaction so clear that even Agneta whose natural emotions are faint felt nervous.

But instead of answering Agneta’s words he slowly stood up.

Should I intervene?

I thought about it for a moment but I stopped thinking about him from the moment I opened my eyes.

It happened so long ago that we don’t even recognize world time.

There was much more that happened after crossing the end of cause and effect than when I was looking into the eyes of foreigners and preparing for the end.

There is more meaning and lament than what I have lived since then.

If someone who was once with him remembered him in the destroyed world that was enough.

“Tell the doctor that if there is anything left to do he should finish it in advance. “There’s not much time left.”

“If it’s about Jinwa it’s already….”

“no.”

After interrupting Agneta the leader silently stroked the huge obsidian coffin.

The small nameplate attached to the bottom of the coffin sparkled.

[Advance. Zygis Ethernor.]

“It’s the other side.”