I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 72

Chapter 72

Episode 72

‘Let’s try.’

The next three months.

Chris vowed to gain the strength to overcome the shackles of the castle.

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“I followed your orders, ma’am.”

Macfield, a high-ranking member of the Dark Maga and a confidant of the Marquis of Langham and his wife, bowed his head to Fresia.

“Did Christian accept the punishment obediently?”

“Yes, there was no special requirement.”

Precia frowned.

‘You cheeky bastard. I won’t let you off easy.’

My fists trembled as I recalled the wanton behavior I had seen Christian show yesterday.

‘The easiest way is assassination, but that’s difficult. It could be detrimental to Isaac.’

If Isaac were to challenge Chris to a duel himself and kill him, there wouldn’t be any problem.

But you assassinate him by borrowing your mother’s power?

It was no different from giving up the right to succeed.

Fresia still hopes that her son, Isaac, will succeed to the throne. She must avoid any disadvantages that may come to her son.

‘The best thing would be to let Isaac trample on him.’

It would be best to make Christian a sacrificial lamb to raise Isaac’s honor.

Frescia came up with a way.

“Please call the teachers.”

The Dark Maga are a family of black magicians.

The power of Dark Magic lies in handling various types of black magic together.

So, when you become a Confucius, you become an expert in all types of black magic.

Not just black magic.

Dark magic can contain all kinds of magical powers.

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You will also learn various magical arts outside of the clan.

“Do you plan on helping Prince Christian with his education? Perhaps with the aim of competing in the competition in three months?”

Precia nodded.

“Yes, I will order the teachers to make sure that he does not achieve anything. In three months, during the competition, he will suffer the worst humiliation in front of the entire family.”

The children are obliged to present their achievements to the elders of their family every three months.

At this time, if performance was poor, the qualifications of a Confucius could be revoked.

Of course, it was rare for such a decision to actually be made, but it was possible if Frescia wanted to.

I’m going to get my hands on the teachers to make sure he doesn’t get any results for the next three months.

‘I’ll have to set up the contest so that he’ll suffer the worst humiliation possible. Especially so that Isaac can trample on him during the contest.’

In the next three months.

That bastard will be banished from his family in a miserable state.

‘If I lose my position as a prince and am driven out, I don’t mind killing you. I will personally tear your limbs apart at that time.’

Fresia’s eyes shone coldly.

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Time passed.

Chris quickly realized what trick Precia was playing on him.

“I’ll give you an assignment. Find out how the compulsive curse destroys the opponent’s mind and study how to actually destroy the physical balance.”

“…All right.”

The teachers’ teaching was a mess.

No, even calling it a mess is an overstatement.

It was at a level where there was no teaching at all.

All I had to say was a few words that really hit the nail on the head, and the rest was just homework.

‘You’re aiming for a competition in three months. You’re trying to kick me out for poor performance.’

Chris chuckled.

‘Why is it that this is the kind of help that is tailored to my situation?’

Even without that, Christ was aiming for the contest.

As it happened, this competition was a ‘general competition’ held once a year.

A time when not only the elders of the family but also the executives gather together.

It was an infinitely good place to prove his excellence.

‘If you act like this, it’ll be much more advantageous for me.’

This kind of trick from Precia will make him stand out even more.

‘More than anything, this style of teaching is the best, customized teaching that suits me perfectly.’

Just because you’re intentionally making a mess of your teaching doesn’t mean you can’t teach at all.

So the teachers just mentioned the really essential phrases and moved on.

For example,

-A curse is the realization of evil.

The principle of curse.

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But that phrase alone doesn’t mean anything.

How to make malice real.

How to apply the actualized malice as a curse.

There were countless processes that had to be understood and mastered.

The role of teachers was to teach the intermediate process.

‘I don’t need any of that.’

If I just listened to the main points, I could intuitively understand the rest.

Because that’s his talent.

But why bother listening to the boring explanation? It was a waste of time.

Also, even just a few half-hearted words from teachers could be of great help to Chris.

‘Because before, there wasn’t even such a straightforward teaching.’

Thinking back to my previous life, it was a very luxurious learning environment.

Moreover, he is Confucius.

The Dark Maga’s massive library was also available for use.

Countless books of black magic and magic arts were wide open to him.

If there was no achievement in this fantastic(?) environment, the genius title had to be returned.

‘There are also teachers who are helpful, you know.’

Of course, not all teachers were trash.

Although some people had no choice but to follow the Marchioness’s unreasonable instructions, they felt guilty and ashamed.

Chris treated those people with the utmost respect.

“Thank you for teaching me today.”

The dwarf halfling butler, Sebatchan, kept his mouth shut.

He was a teacher in the illusion department.

“…I don’t know if I am worthy of receiving such greetings from Confucius.”

An embarrassed tone.

But Chris shook his head.

“I understand the difficult circumstances of the butler. On the contrary, I am sorry for interfering with the others in the blood feud.”

“…….”

Words that further embarrass Sebatchan.

“Still, it is not a lie to say that the teachings of the sub-deacon were helpful. Even though the explanation was abbreviated, didn’t it convey the correct meaning without any deception? Look.”

Chris raised his hand.

A vision of a dancing dark fairy appeared.

A sense of liveliness, as if it were actually alive and moving.

The highlight was the darkness that scattered every time the fairy flapped her wings.

This was not a welcome. It was actual darkness.

It was a subtle demonstration of how welcome interferes with the boundaries of reality.

“I was able to attain enlightenment thanks to the teaching of the Deacon, ‘True illusion tears through reality.’”

Sebatchan was silent.

‘…crazy.’

The magic of illusion that Chris had just performed was the content of more than five volumes of a professional book.

But, just by looking at the title of the book, it’s the same as figuring out the rest of the content on your own.

It was not just a simple realization, but it was perfectly embodied and unfolded.

What’s even more absurd is the time.

‘Didn’t I tell you the day before yesterday?’

Just two days.

That’s how long it took Chris to do that crazy thing.

Sebatchan couldn’t figure out what expression to make when he remembered how long it had taken him to master that trick.

It took him, who was considered a genius in his own right, six months to master that skill.

‘The Marchioness is mistaken. Prince Isaac can never be a match for Prince Christian.’

Isaac is ahead now.

But how long will that advantage last?

It won’t be long.

‘At most half a year.’

It takes 5 years at the fastest to go from 3 stars to 4 stars. Even for those who are called geniuses, it usually takes more than 3 years, but half a year?

A ridiculous idea.

But the more Sebatchan got to know him, the more scared he felt of the young boy in front of him.

It was a talent that was beyond amazing; it was terrifying.

Even those who have received special ‘blessings’ from the devil cannot do as well as this boy.

‘I also need to behave better.’

It may seem unlikely at the moment, but if this boy can pull off a miracle in the lineage succession,

Sebatchan could have paid the price for standing in the wrong line.

At the very least, I must not offend this boy. An instinctive warning flashed through my mind.

“Ugh, uhm. Look.”

Pfft!

From the hand of the halfling butler, countless little fairies appeared like a swarm of butterflies and flew into the air.

A festival of countless fairies scattering darkness across the sky.

Karrr, the fairy’s laughter whispered in Chris’s ears.

An illusion indistinguishable from reality.

No, it’s not just that.

It was a fantasy, but at the same time it wasn’t a fantasy.

An illusion with substance.

It was the realm of the 5th star illusion.

Chris bowed his head politely.

“Thank you for your precious teachings.”

It wasn’t an empty promise.

It was a demonstration worth more than a hundred words of teaching.

“Ah, ahem. No. I just hope that Your Majesty doesn’t hate me too much. I always secretly support You. Really. It’s true.”

Chris chuckled inwardly as he saw the halfling butler’s true feelings as he furtively observed his every move.

“Then I have a favor to ask. Could you grant me a favor?”

“What is it?”

“Please keep my accomplishments a secret from the Marchioness.”

“!!”

“So… until the general meeting.”

The halfling butler flinched.

Christian noticed something was up during the competition.

As I looked at Christian’s smiling face, an inexplicable goosebumps ran down my spine.

‘Looking back, there has never been a time when Prince Christian moved without causing trouble.’

Even in the house of Count Khazar.

Even in the Tyramine Counts.

Even during the Seongheuksik Festival.

Even during relic exploration.

Christian always caused a big stir.

It will be the same this time too.

The only way to avoid being swept away by that blue is to not go against Christian.

“I will keep that in mind. I will always support you!”

Sebatchan bowed his dwarf body 90 degrees and turned around to say hello, and Chris went into his cell.

He recalled the illusion Sebatchan had shown him.

‘A fantasy with substance. It’s been a great help. It’ll give you a clue.’

Although he is learning various types of magic and black magic, in fact, that is not what Chris is focusing on right now.

Black pepper.

The power used by 5-star mines.

That destructive power was exactly what Chris wanted.

There was a reason Chris was obsessed with the Black Pearl.

‘No matter how much of a genius I am, it is impossible to overcome the absolute difference in strength.’

This is what I felt after going through several fierce battles recently.

Of course, his talent is unparalleled.

Given just a little time, you’ll catch up in no time.

But that ‘little’ amount of time was the problem.

‘The enemies are too strong. I need a weapon to fight them until I grow up.’

That weapon was none other than the ‘Black Ganggi’.

If you can mix the properties of ‘Black Ganggi’ into the Black Sword, it could become a deadly weapon that can deal with enemies whose strength surpasses yours.

‘The Black Ganggi and the Black Sword are completely different types of power. How can one have willpower in the Black Sword, which is nothing more than a lump of magic?’

Chris closed his eyes.

The illusion Sebatchan had shown me earlier came to mind.

A banquet of dark fairies that filled the entire sky.

The song of fairies whispering in your ears. A feast of darkness.

A fantasy that feels like reality.

This is also an expression of the will to realize fantasy into the world.

It felt as if I was starting to get a clue.

Chris’s mind sank, and time passed.