I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 125

Chapter 125

Episode 125

‘What kind of relics are these?’

The number itself was not large.

But each and every one of them was not ordinary.

‘That’s Thor’s Wrath, right? I thought it was the heirloom of the Demon Sword Maga, but why is it here? Oh, and the Abyssal Spear too? How many Alliance Knights died with that spear?’

All kinds of famous relics were abundant.

There were also relics I had never heard of, but they all looked extraordinary.

“This ring allows you to expand your thoughts. Simply put, the power of your thoughts is maximized several levels higher. While reducing the magical energy consumed by half.”

Marian explained it one by one.

All of them have great benefits.

But as Christian looked around the relics, his face became more and more ambiguous.

‘This… is good, but there aren’t many things that I can use?’

Since they were originally high-grade relics, most of them were usable only by 6-star masters or higher.

‘No. I’m sure there’s something suitable for me. Norse wouldn’t have opened the warehouse without knowing my level.’

Sure enough, Chris soon found the perfect item for himself.

It was a bloody magic sword.

The Norseman explained, clucking.

[This is a magical sword called Predator. When it absorbs the blood of an enemy, it restores the owner’s stamina and enhances various physical abilities. It should be of some help.]

It wasn’t up to par.

No matter how tired you are, the more you kill enemies, the more strength you can recover.

Going to Gold Cross and fighting against some numerical disadvantages will be a huge help.

It’s a great item because it can even enhance Chris’s basic physical abilities that he lacks.

“…Can I look around a little more?”

[Hmm? Given your current level, there’s probably nothing more suitable than this, right?]

A voice that seemed to want Chris to choose this sword.

But Chris shook his head.

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“Let me take one more look.”

‘It doesn’t feel strange.’ It was something like an intuition.

He felt something else calling him.

yet.

“…What is this thing?”

Chris stood frozen, looking at the objects lying in a corner like debris.

It was an ordinary sword that was hard to imagine as a relic.

I feel no energy at all.

[200 years ago, His Majesty the Demon Emperor bestowed upon my family. Since it was given to me by His Majesty the Demon Emperor, I keep it as a treasure, but it is not a great item. It has no particular utility, so a predator would be much better than such a piece of junk.]

The Norseman said bluntly.

But Chris couldn’t take his eyes off the sword.

His eyes shook faintly without anyone knowing.

‘That’s ridiculous. Why is this sword here?’

Chris knew the identity of this sword.

I couldn’t not know.

Because it was the most famous sword along with the warrior’s holy sword ‘Revangel’ during the Age of Destruction.

Star killing sword.

Andril, the Demon Sword of the Abyss.

It was the sword used by the Demon King of Blood, Idrinne.

‘I wondered where on earth he got that magic sword, but I never thought it would be in the Dark Magic House.’

My heart was pounding.

The sight of the Demon King of Blood swinging the Abyss Sword Andril came to mind.

The Andril she wielded was truly a disaster.

With this sword, she even cut down the constellations that descended to the earth.

‘Right now, I can’t exert that kind of power at all.’

In order to release Andril’s seal and reveal his true form, he had to reach at least 9 stars.

The reason why the members of the Dark Maga have not recognized the true value of the sword until now.

For the current Chris, it was a far-off realm that was beyond his imagination.

“I will do it with this sword.”

‘It’s not like this sword doesn’t help me even now.’ No, depending on how you use it, it can be made to have power that is stronger than any other magic sword.

‘Even if it’s sealed, Andril’s inherent immortality will remain intact. Immortality alone makes it as useful as any other magic sword.’

That’s not all.

As he grows, he will be able to interfere with the seal and implement various additional properties inherent in Andril.

If only one of Andril’s many abilities, the ‘perfection’ attribute, could be partially expressed, it would be able to exert fraudulent power.

If we open up ‘infinity’, we could bring about changes of all kinds.

Although they had acquired the ultimate weapon, Nordian and Marian showed an uneasy reaction.

[You want to take that scrap metal? Why, exactly?]

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“…Wouldn’t it be meaningful if we punish those detestable allied bastards with the items bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor? His Majesty the Emperor would be pleased when he hears the news.”

[It’s an unfortunate story, as expected of you, but a predator is better than that piece of scrap metal.]

“…I’m sorry. I will choose this sword.”

When Chris persisted, Nordian narrowed his eyes as if he was not pleased.

When Marian looks anxious for no reason, afraid that Nordian might lose his temper.

[Anyway, you’re a bald guy. Then take the predator with you.]

“Your Majesty?”

Marian next to me looked surprised.

“According to the law, the maximum number of relics that can be taken out from a family register is one….”

[What does it matter? I gave permission. I am the master of the house and I am the law.]

The Norse continued, frowning.

[However, the predator is only available for this occasion. Do you understand?]

Even if it was just a one-time rental, it was a huge deal.

Above all, Chris is a genius.

If you use the Predator, you may be able to learn some of the magic spells inherent in the magic sword.

A consideration that would be of great help to Chris.

“Thank you. I will definitely follow your will and give those Gold Cross guys a good beating.”

The Norseman still spoke in a displeased tone.

[Okay. You can go now.]

The moment Nordian waved his hand, the vision changed, and Chris’s figure suddenly disappeared from the screen.

When the two were left alone, Marian looked at Nordian with vague eyes for a moment.

[Why do you look like that?]

“…No. It’s just unexpected.”

It was an unusual action for a Nordic.

Norse himself must have had similar thoughts, as he kept his mouth shut in disapproval.

Then he brought up an unexpected story.

[Marian, do you know why I blocked the child’s succession to the throne?]

“Isn’t that because my brother couldn’t get over the 8-star wall?”

There is an unwritten rule among the 12 noble families of Magic Island.

The one who leads the household must be a Demon Lord who has reached the 8th star.

Until now, unless there were truly special circumstances, there has never been a case where someone who did not reach 8th level became the head of one of the 12 prestigious families in Magic Island.

“So, we decided to make the next generation’s talented descendants the head of the family….”

[In what year?]

“!!”

Noh Ga-ju said with a sneer.

[I don’t have much time left to live. My lifespan has already run out, and even if I hold out as long as I can with the secret art of reversing the tide, I only have less than two years left.]

Two years is an incredibly long time.

The actual time remaining will be much shorter than that.

It was obviously impossible for the next generation to reach the 8th star.

“Then why?”

[I did it on purpose, to put that kid in a corner.]

“!!”

[I wanted to overcome my limits by resenting and hating the day that made me despair. So that I could eventually surpass and kill and defeat me, and climb to the top of the family with my own hands.]

Yes, that’s right.

This was Norse’s true intention.

Because other than this, there was no way for Dark Maga to survive the coming terrible storm.

[But you know, I’ve been having different thoughts lately.]

The Norseman continued, swallowing slowly.

[Christian.]

“!!”

[I want to have expectations for that kid.]

It was an idea that even the Norseman himself could not understand.

No matter how much of a genius Christian was, there was a world of difference between him and the Marquis of Langham.

It would be absurd for Christian to surpass Marquis Langham in such a short period of time before Nordian’s lifespan ends.

[Still, I wish Christian could surpass Langham.]

The Norseman’s gaze turned into the distant sky.

As if groping for a future that has not yet arrived.

[So Christian, I want to see that kid become the master of this dark magic.]

Obviously.

He will become a greater patriarch than any patriarch in history.

The dark magician will shine in the splendid darkness.

* ? ?* ? ?*

Chris, who returned to his residence, couldn’t enjoy a long-awaited rest…

As soon as he returned, Nordian called him back to the annex and taught him again.

‘Damn, if that’s what it’s going to be like, why did you tell me to go back? Why don’t you just teach me there?’

But I couldn’t say anything.

This is because what Nordian taught me were the ‘visions’ of dark magic.

Vision.

A secret technique that can maximize the dark magic that has been passed down only through direct lineage.

“Have you heard everything? Since we don’t have much time, I’ll just relay the gyeol for now. Even for you, it will be difficult to understand right away, so memorize it first and then ponder the meaning from time to time….”

‘Well, I get the gist of it,’ Chris scratched his head.

Even if it is a vision, if the best teacher kindly interprets it and explains it to you, if you don’t understand it, then you are not a genius.

When I asked to confirm some vague information, I received shocked looks from Nordian and Marian because it was content that cut to the core.

Well, it was a familiar gaze.

Anyway, after finishing that short tutoring session, I returned to my accommodations.

Now I was trying to be lazy for the little time I had left.

‘Damn, I have to choose the people for the delegation that will go with me.’

By the way, there was an unwritten rule between the Magic Empire and the Federation.

The number of members in the delegation did not exceed three, and it was customary to exclude high-ranking officials with five stars or higher.

The reasons for this restriction were somewhat different for both sides. The Allied side was fed up with the high-ranking minions who came as envoys constantly trying to commit suicide assassinations against their own kings and ministers, so they stopped them.

‘On the other hand, the Union guys cut off the heads of the people who came as envoys from our Magic Empire so often that they stopped sending high-ranking officials above the rank of 5.’

Anyway, three people below 5 stars.

It would have been okay to go with Chris’s subordinates, Melin and Alos, but there was a problem.

‘They say that Merlin will soon surpass the 5-star barrier.’

Chris narrowed his eyes.

They were together and often sparred, which seemed to have given them insight.

Important step.

“Melin, you’re out this time.”

“but?”

“I know this is an important time. You should enter the closed-door training and organize the achievements you have made so far.”

“That can’t be!”

Merlin shook her head as if it was nonsense, but Chris stubbornly spoke.

“It’s an order. It’s helpful to me that you become stronger.”

So with Merlin gone, we had to find other people.

‘First, fix one of them as Alos.’

Alos was saying with a pale face, ‘Um, can I get out? Hiccup, hiccup.’

He didn’t look trustworthy at all, but I thought I’d take him since even someone like that could be put to good use.

‘Among the 4-star elite mines, is there anyone worth taking?’

While I was thinking about it, the door to the dorm suddenly opened.

And then I hear a fat voice.

“I’ll go.”

“…you?”

Chris asked back in a somewhat dazed voice.

It was Jupienne.