I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 154

Chapter 154

Episode 154

“That’s right. And you do physical training all day long?”

“I don’t understand. I heard you were a genius of all time.”

“Because he’s a genius, wouldn’t his thoughts be different?”

“…But it doesn’t seem that great. It’s a bit strange for me, a third-grade student, to say this, but it seems like you lack some basic skills.”

“Hey, no way. How could that be?”

“No, it’s true. You go and see for yourself.”

Since it was something that piqued their interest, the Dark Lord’s officers came to watch Chris’s training.

In the first place, the training ground was a place open to all mines.

However, those who watched the training reacted with disappointment.

Unlike his reputation that shook the entire Dark Magic, Christian’s training was surprisingly not that great.

It’s still like that now.

“Haa, haa.”

Chris was sprawled out on the floor, sighing.

‘Ah, damn it. I’m going to die. It’s not my nature to work so hard with a body like this. I dreamed of living a life of wealth and honor, but how did I end up going through all this trouble, damn it.’

I would rather throw away all this hard work and eat some grilled sirloin and drink some refreshing strawberry juice.

Marie whispered with a worried expression next to her.

[Your Majesty, are you okay? Should I bring you some blood juice from a young man who is surging with energy? Or some refreshing blood juice from a young woman?]

“…Okay.”

Jupien tilted his head and said from the side.

“Are you tired already? It’s only your 57th lap? You’re weak.”

“…You are a physical monster.”

They ran the same way, but Jupienne’s expression didn’t change at all.

It’s not just about endurance.

As expected, he was inferior to Jupien in all basic abilities.

I even tried arm wrestling, but I couldn’t last even 0.1 second.

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Even if we assume that Jupien is originally a training addicted monster.

“Is that idiot Alos still sane?”

“…fu*k.”

Surprisingly, Alos had strong basic physical abilities.

This is because he was trained from a young age by the strict Count Tyramine family.

‘Hahaha. There are things that even that devil can’t do. I didn’t know his stamina was this weak.’

Alos was alive and kicking for the first time in a long time.

“How about we try sparring for the first time in a while, Your Highness? Of course, just like now, with your demonic energy sealed and using only your physical abilities.”

‘It’s time to let out all that anger!’ Chris sighed softly.

Phew!

He knocked out Alos in one blow.

“Uh, why?”

Alos, who was lying on the floor, muttered as if he couldn’t understand, and Merlin clicked his tongue as if he found it pitiful.

“You idiot. This is the great thing about Confucius.”

for example.

Even if you use the same strength to strike, the results can be completely different depending on the moment, the point of impact, and the part of the body you strike.

Likewise, Chris always manages to achieve the best results even with his limited abilities.

Merlin said to Chris.

“On the contrary, I feel a chill when I see your appearance now. Even with such basic abilities, you have shown such greatness up until now. Even though you were using magic.”

It was thanks to Magi’s help that Chris’s lack of basic skills was not noticed until now.

He used magic to strengthen his physical abilities.

Of course, all other mines similarly strengthen their bodies with magic.

But Chris’s physical enhancement was completely different from that of other Mines.

Because of his innate ability to use magical energy and his perfect understanding of the body, he was able to achieve maximum efficiency with just the minimum amount of magical energy.

So, while others can achieve a physical augmentation efficiency of 0.5 with 1 magic, Chris can achieve an augmentation efficiency of over 10 with just 1 magic?

Therefore, his physical abilities that were visible on the outside did not seem to be significantly inferior to those of other similar levels.

But now that his magic was completely sealed, he was not receiving any help at all, and his lack of basic abilities was clearly being revealed.

‘Currently, Confucius’ basic ability is barely at the 3-star level. With this basic ability, he has shown such great performance up until now.’

Merlin shook his head.

On the contrary, I was curious.

Even though I lacked basic skills, it was like this, so how much greater it would be if even basic skills were perfected.

‘The problem is time, after all.’

Basic skills improve with training.

With enough time, Chris’s basic abilities will become just as strong as anyone else’s.

‘The problem is that I don’t have time.’

Merlin shook his head.

“Oh, Your Majesty. A letter has arrived.”

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“letter?”

“Yes, from Prince Kashmir of the Destruction Maga and Princess Marisa of the Poison Maga.”

It was a name I hadn’t heard in a long time.

After their separation in the previous underground garden, the two often exchanged letters.

The first letter was from Kashmir, the Destruction Maga.

[I heard about the achievements you made at the Gold Cross. You are indeed a Confucius! I also heard that you are taking the test to become a Grand Duke. I heard that it is a difficult test, but I believe in Confucius. I will not forget the favor I received from Confucius, and I will work hard to become someone who will not be ashamed of Confucius. I look forward to the day when we meet again, and Confucius is also taking the succession test… .]

The writing continued after that, mostly written in detail to support Chris’s succession test.

‘Why does this person always talk so much?’

There was no nutritious content, so Chris read it and skipped over it.

The next one was Marisa from the poisonous Maga.

Her letters were equally nutritious.

[Why didn’t you reply last time? I sent you this letter to confirm our strategic cooperation relationship as I said last time, so don’t misunderstand… I heard you’re taking the Grand Duke exam. I’m rooting for you, so I hope you pass. Oh, of course I’m rooting for you as a strategic alliance… ]

‘…Why does he always send letters for such trivial reasons? I heard he’s busy as the head of the Mandokwan, but he surprisingly has a lot of time?’ Chris tilted his head.

By the way, Chris had once agreed to a partnership with Marissa.

In the future, many major events will occur in Maga.

From the conflict with the Dark Maga.

Even the Jinnok incident resulted in a terrible number of victims.

At that time, I was planning to use Marisa.

‘But why did he send me a letter?’

Chris looked at the other additional letter with a bewildered expression.

Marissa and Kashmir weren’t the only ones who sent letters.

…Olivia of Gold Cross also sent a letter.

Of course, it was kept strictly confidential so it could not be revealed to the outside world.

The sender was marked as unknown so that no one could know who sent it, and neither his name nor Chris’s name were written in the letter.

What’s more, it was sent via third countries several times, a move reminiscent of an intelligence operation.

But there really wasn’t much content.

[I am sending you this letter to confirm your safety as a pledged party…]

The letter that began like that was full of nagging about Chris’s well-being as a pledgee.

It feels different yet similar to Marisa’s letter.

‘… It seems similar to the nagging I heard when I was a younger sibling.’

Chris cleared his throat.

However, there was one questionable phrase.

[There’s something I really want to ask you. I’ll definitely meet you later…]

‘It’ll be difficult to meet for a while,’ Christian shook his head.

Unless there was a special reason, it was not easy for the mine man and the dharma king to meet.

‘I guess I’ll see you later when I have business with the Crusade Alliance.’

I used black magic to burn the letter Olivia sent me.

Anyway, it wasn’t a situation where I had to worry about letters or anything like that.

I ignored Kashmir and Marissa’s letters, so I just handed them over to Marissa, who was loitering around next to me.

“Marie, do you know my handwriting? Write me a proper reply.”

[Oh ho ho. I understand. Leave it to me. In particular… I think Princess Marisa will need a special response.]

When Marie saw the contents of the letter Marisa sent, she felt a strangely eerie air.

Regardless, Chris got up and started squatting again.

He seems to be completely out of stamina, and he staggers around from time to time.

I felt a disconnect with the usual perfect appearance.

Merlin, who was next to him, shook her head as she watched Chris like that.

‘The direction we’re going in isn’t wrong, but it might be impossible to defeat the Five Commanders within two months.’

Merlin thought to himself.

Even a genius has limits.

She thought that perhaps this would be Christian’s first frustration.

But there was one thing that Merlin failed to notice.

Chris’s movements while doing basic training are improving in real time.

It hasn’t even been a few days since I started training.

Unconventionally.

* * *

Between the Four Kings and the Dark Maga, there was a gray area called the ‘Black Mountains’, a magical realm.

Although it was not a high mountain range, the ‘barrier’ was built at a strategic point in the Black Mountains, where all kinds of monsters appeared.

The Marquisate of Schuppen was situated behind the wall, and had a tall, technically constructed spire overlooking the situation of the wall.

“The Four Kings are so quiet that it’s annoying.”

Marquis Schuppen muttered as he peered down the ramparts from the top of the spire through his dark magic telescope.

“What is Prince Christian doing?”

Son, Baron Sanin answered.

“I’m doing basic training.”

“Basic training?”

“Yes, in the training grounds used by the mercenaries.”

Marquis Schuppen turned his telescope.

To the training ground.

The sight of Chris training in a messy state caught Marquis Shupen’s eye.

“Hmm.”

What did you see through?

A strange light flashed across Marquis Schuppen’s eyes for a moment.

Meanwhile, Sanin, who misunderstood his father’s silence, laughed.

“Now you’re talking about basic training? I don’t know what you’re thinking. You were known as a genius, but I guess it was all just a rumor.”

“How foolish.”

“…yes?”

“Even though you’ve reached the sixth star, don’t you understand why Prince Christian acts like that?”

Sanin’s face hardened at the cold rebuke.

“Well, of course it’s natural to build up a foundation that is lacking. But to focus on basic training now is too late….”

“Shut your mouth.”

Marquis Schuppen sighed, took out a cigarette and lit it.

“Sannin.”

“…Yes, Your Majesty. No, Father.”

If Marquis Schuppen called him by his name rather than his title, it meant that he would converse with his father.

“You have no idea what an incredibly talented being Prince Christian is.”

“!!”

“The talents of Prince Christian are incomparable to those of you.”

Sanin bit her lip.

A look of hurt pride.

Marquis Schuppen continued speaking, paying no attention to his son’s expression.

“But I was disappointed in Prince Christian when I first saw him.”

“…Why is that?”

“He had great talent, but he was so focused on achieving that he completely lost his balance. His overflowing talent actually became poison.”

Marquis Schuppen looked at Christian again through the telescope.

“But now, it seems like you’ve completely figured out your own problems. No, maybe you had planned it this way from the beginning.”

Sanin wiggled his eyebrows at the voice mixed with admiration.