Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 63

Magic is Learned for Nothing – Episode 63

Number Three (2)

Dreyzaire’s eyes snapped open.

Magic was moving. Mana had returned. He shot up from where he was lying.

“Shit, you pig bastard.”

He ripped off the diaper he was wearing and threw it at the wall. That crazy pig had put a diaper on him. Because he couldn’t control his bowels, they had to change his diaper five times a day.

He had seen it in the temple.

The priests personally changing the diapers of patients on the verge of death.

He thought they just had strong stomachs, not that they were great.

But what they did and what he was going through were clearly different.

This humiliation!

Unbearable for a man!

He’d rather be tortured and have his limbs cut off and die. He’d rather bite his tongue and commit suicide.

Me!

Me, the X Master [A title of great power or skill]!

He couldn’t tolerate being treated like that by that pig and skeleton.
The bob-haired skeleton he saw in his hazy consciousness, well, it probably wasn’t really a skeleton. His consciousness was blurry, so he must have seen it wrong.

But there were two things he remembered clearly.

The first was the name Legion.

The second was that he was disgustingly fat.

“You son of a bitch, just you wait until I catch you. You’re dead.”

Dreyzaire staggered, opened the door, and went out.

* * *

Legion looked at Dreyzaire, who was huffing and puffing like an angry bull. When he appeared, Legion waved his hand and smiled happily.

As a duty of the owner.

“Hi.”

“Hi?”

Dreyzaire twisted his lips as if he was dumbfounded.

“What the hell did you do to me?”

Dreyzaire’s eyes grew sharper and sharper.

As he felt the murderous intent from him, the dedicated servants who were passing by stopped walking for a moment. They had all sorts of tools in their hands.

They had just finished the road construction in the territory.

And recently, they had been put to work building a new castle. It was a major construction project to build a castle, not just repairing the wooden fence. Even if everyone was a wizard, there were too few people.

It would take at least half a year.

It would be very hard.

It was hard, but they thought they had to sacrifice themselves for the lord and the territory.

Their loyalty was close to MAX.

The dedicated servants who saw Dreyzaire’s murderous spirit put down their tools.

“Is that guy crazy? The master saved him, but he’s still full of murderous intent.”

“A rude bastard like that needs to be beaten to come to his senses.”

“You son of a bitch. We had a hard time taking care of his poop and pee. He can’t even say thank you.”

Dreyzaire didn’t care about the words of the dedicated servants. He didn’t want to talk to the Pyramis [Likely a race or group of people].

Legion waved his hand at the approaching dedicated servants.

“Go back to what you were doing.”

“Are you okay?”

Bacon asked politely, looking worried.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Okay. Then we’ll go to the workshop.”

“Okay, good work.”

The dedicated servants picked up their tools again and left the mansion.

Legion waved his hand at them. When more than twenty men left the mansion like a tide, the atmosphere quickly calmed down as if nothing had happened.

He assessed Dreyzaire’s skills.

‘His current total combat power is 370. It’s an easy number right now… but this is difficult. The guy’s number that rose from a near-death state is 370. There are 22 restrictions on him.’

It’s really hard to guess his skills.

There is only one thing you can think of with this.

‘This guy is really the strongest of the humans I’ve ever seen.’

I remember Bacon’s expression when Dreyzaire was dragged by Legion’s hand.

“Lo, Lo, Lo, Lo, Lord, that person!”

And he explained. That the person who made mincemeat of those twenty knights at that time was this guy. Legion was a little surprised, but he didn’t care.

“He’s a new servant. He’s sick, so take care of him. Get along well with each other. He’s your junior… but he seems to have a bad personality.”

Now, only Legion and Dreyzaire were left in the training hall.

“Give me the contract.”

Dreyzaire said.

“Contract?”

“I know what you did to me. Give me the contract. Then I’ll spare your life.”

Legion was genuinely dumbfounded.

‘This is the saying that you get slapped in the Dusseldorf Mountains and take it out on me [A saying meaning to misdirect anger].’ What is that crazy guy saying now? When did he beg me to save him?

“Hey, you’re not quite right in the head yet. I’ll let what you just said slide. Go in and get some more sleep.”

“Stop talking nonsense and give me the contract right now!”

Dreyzaire activated his magic power. Fighting spirit gushed out from his whole body.

-Oh, oh! That person is really amazing. Total combat power is increasing. 383, 411, 457, 537…….

All masters have their own unique ‘aura’.

Dreyzaire’s unique aura was ‘madness’. Others called his aura ‘berserker’.

But now he couldn’t properly exert his original power.

He could barely emit his fighting spirit. Even so, the unique color is not erased.

‘I’m glad I put on the restrictions. What is the total combat power of the newbie?’

Legion thought so in his mind.

-Beyond imagination. The current total combat power is a whopping 5,784.

“What?”

-It’s 5,784. However, due to restrictions, you can only use 1/20 of your power. In other words, it’s about 290 for you.

Legion was startled.

Really, if it wasn’t for Mark this time, something big would have happened. Mark warned him seriously when he brought him.

-This person’s combat power cannot be measured by my ability. Restrictions are absolutely necessary.

In fact, that’s why he invested so many jewels and potions to save the newbie.

He sealed the magic power to the lowest level and put debuffs on his whole body.

Worried that he would break the debuff with his strength, he even dragged out the soul contract that Lich Mamon had to block the newbie’s power.

Finally, he put a Geumgoa [A magical headband] on the newbie’s forehead.

Geumgoa is the best when you don’t listen.

Still, considering he was in a near-death state, I thought his combat power wouldn’t exceed 2,000 even if it was high…….

But it’s 5,784?

What the hell is this human’s job?

Legion was a little curious. Then he shook his head. If he was going to die in these remote mountains, he would want to hide his past.

As the owner, I didn’t think it was necessary to reveal the servant’s past.

As a ruler, you must have a broad mind.

-Look at that, look at that. He’s definitely a rebel. I saved his life, but he’s asking for the contract. He needs mental education.

Legion nodded.

I agree with Mark’s words.

“You don’t know me well, do you?”

Legion opened his mouth calmly.

This isn’t the first time I’ve been through this. I get backstabbed as soon as I open my eyes. So I wasn’t angry. There’s no need to get angry in times like this.

Just smile quietly.

“If you have a big heart, you’ll suffer a lot. I save a dying bastard. I feed him. I spend money to fix him. I even get cursed. Okay, good. So, what’s your name?”

“Why do you want to know my name?”

“Why? Don’t you want to tell me? Then I’ll give you one.”

“Huh, really! You’re going to give me my name?”

The rude guy is getting more and more dirty. This won’t do. Where’s the staff?

“If you don’t want to tell me, don’t tell me.”

“No, I’ll tell you. To teach you what fear is!”

He puffed out his chest.

“My name is Dreyzaire!”

Dreyzaire? Oh~ The name is cool, Mark, have you ever heard of it?

-No.

What? The name is cool, but that bastard is pretending to be famous.

Well, there’s no warrior who doesn’t say, ‘I was a big shot back in the day.’

“Okay, Dreyzaire. You don’t want to keep the contract, do you?”

“Contract? What contract? That was made when I wasn’t in my right mind…….”

“Ha…….”

Legion cut off Dreyzaire’s strong words even more strongly.

Let’s do it according to my personality. I heard that kids these days have hearing loss, is that what it is, right Mark?

-I agree.

Legion took out a steel staff from his chest.

“Hey, Dreyzaire. Let’s get hit first. If you get hit a little, your mind will change. But don’t think of me as too heartless. This is all because you didn’t keep your promise, so it’s a love match [A beating out of affection].”

Dreyzaire looked at Legion’s staff.

Was he a wizard, unlike what he looked like? He had fought over 100 battles with wizards. He had never lost to a wizard. His body condition is not very good right now, but even if he just feels it, that pig in front of him is not very threatening.

“Okay. I won’t kill you as a reward for saving me.”

Dreyzaire rushed in a straight line.

And in an instant, left, and then right again, he changed direction in a zigzag pattern.

Now it has become difficult for the wizard to hit the target.

‘I can see his flustered expression. You stupid bastard. I won’t kill you as a reward for saving me.’

The giant jumped up-

Legion reached out his staff towards his face.

* * *

What the hell is going on?

Dreyzaire felt like he was dreaming. He was the one who faced off against the Red Dragon Preitia [A specific dragon].

He was one of the seven masters of the kingdom.

He was confident that there were not more than 100 people stronger than him in the entire continent.

Moreover, he is still young.

The probability of becoming a grand master someday was also very high.

In fact, the kingdom picked him as the number one candidate for the next grand master. Of course, a battle broke out between the empire and the kingdom to recruit him.

He is such a Dreyzaire.

His pride in himself soars into the sky. His skills were so solid that he could be arrogant.

Like this!

It meant that he was not the one to be hitting his head on the bare floor.

You son of a bitch! Legion, you son of a bitch!

Curses came out of his mouth involuntarily. But now he couldn’t curse at him. After being hit for 3 days, his body flinched at the mere sight of his eyes.

He can’t curse out loud, but he can do it in his mind.

If he can’t even do that, he’d rather bite his tongue and die.

That guy is a liar.

He only pretends to be a wizard on the outside. What wizard wields a staff better than a club? What is the staff made of that sparks every time it hits a wall or the floor?

There are several types of wizards.

Druids and spiritists who live in the mountains use branches of trees called the World Tree or branches of oak trees.

Necromancers make staffs or wands from human bones, animal bones, monster bones, and dragon bones.

But one thing I can guarantee.

No wizard makes such a heavy steel staff and uses it to hit people.

“Keueung.”

Was it because he was excited?

A shallow groan flowed from Dreyzaire’s mouth. The center collapsed. Without realizing it, he put his hands on the floor.

-Keureureung (Can’t you do it right! Newbie).

Peok! Peok! Peok!

“Aaaagh!”

Dreyzaire’s eyes widened enormously.

A painful scream erupted from his mouth. He thought his back was breaking. That crazy ogre was hitting his butt and thighs with the handle of a huge mace.

Should I be honest?

If a person is hit like this, they will die.

100 out of 100 people will die. If there is anyone who doesn’t die among them, it was him.

The best gift given by God.

The reason why Dreyzaire was able to evolve so quickly beyond imagination.

It was thanks to his extreme defense.

His regeneration is also great. Although the cut parts do not regenerate like a troll, wounds can be quickly returned to their original place.

That defense is also Dreyzaire’s pride.

The enemy fails to break through his defense and becomes frustrated. He sometimes felt joy when they dropped their swords and said, ‘Kill me.’

But now his pride was calling for more beatings.

It hurt so much that Dreyzaire crawled away.

The ogre grabbed Dreyzaire’s belt and swung the mace with one hand.

Bbaak! Bbaaaak! Bbaaaak!

Having a high defense means that you don’t die easily, but it doesn’t mean that you don’t feel pain.

“Sa, save me!”

In the end, a desperate scream erupted from the mouth of X Master Dreyzaire.

-Keureureung (I like hitting you because it tastes good. The hand taste is tender).