Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 144

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# 145

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Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack-

The stone statues shattered. From within, the Dark Elves, Lulu, and the surviving temple members emerged. Many, having been trapped in stone for so long, collapsed to the floor.

Each wore an expression of utter disbelief.

They pinched each other’s faces, looked at one another, confirming it wasn’t a dream. They were truly free from Medusa’s curse.

“Ahahaha! I’m alive! I’m alive!”

The Dark Elves embraced, and the Treasure Hunters followed suit.

The temple members were equally incredulous.

Lying down, they propped themselves up and patted their bodies. Nothing was broken.

“W-we seem to be alive.”

Mizsette’s face shone with relief.

“It seems so. How did this happen?”

“How else… the Boss won.”

Heimo looked around in disbelief. He knew Legion was strong.

But the Three-Headed Medusa was a whole different beast.

Even if it was Legion, could he have defeated the Three-Headed Medusa alone?

“Is there anyone other than the Boss who could have freed us?”

“Um, no.”

“We owe our lives to the Boss again. I’m so embarrassed. I can’t even do my job properly, even with a salary. I get saved every time.”

“I’m ashamed, too.”

Heimo scratched the back of his head with a bitter smile. Huh? Something should be touching my hand, but there’s nothing there. Surprised, he frantically searched for his bobbed hair with both hands.

It’s gone!

It was there, but no longer in the form of a bobbed haircut.

He looked around. Fragments of his stone bobbed hair were scattered across the floor.

“T-this…….”

Heimo knelt and gathered the broken pieces in his hands. The stony strands slipped limply through his fingers.

“Aaaaaah~ My hair!”

Heimo screamed.

Looking at Heimo, his colleagues shook their heads. To be honest, they felt relieved. They wouldn’t have to see Heimo’s bobbed hair anymore. Seeing him wandering around with Lich Mamon looking like that was really… hard to describe. They often felt the urge to smack him upside the head.

In fact, Mizsette remembered actually hitting Heimo in the back of the head when his bobbed hair flopped down while he was sleeping.

The other colleagues felt the same way.

Just whack! whack! whack!

Heimo woke up and groggily looked around. “Did a mosquito bite me?”

“What mosquito? That’s one tough head.”

“If he wasn’t the boss, I might have thought Heimo had the toughest head. He woke up, scratched his crotch, and went back to sleep.”

“Ugh! Disgusting!”

“Please don’t do that in front of the ladies.”

Mizsette took a deep breath. “Well, at least that hideous hair is gone.”

‘I should secretly ask the boss,’ she thought. ‘Boss, give Heimo the decision you were going to give me—the one that makes hair disappear.’

She sincerely respected Legion. She had never seen anyone as amazing as their boss.

She turned her head to look at Legion. ‘That’s strange. Am I seeing things?’ She rubbed her eyes and looked again.

The chubby bob was fluttering in the wind.

A surge of anger rose within her. She wanted to run up and smack him in the back of the head.

Whack!

‘Thank goodness,’ she thought.

There was a colleague who had the same thought before she did. Buffalo raised his massive body and ran towards the boss. He smacked the boss in the back of the head with all his might.

“Nice.”

Then Buffalo was electrocuted.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

“Aaaaaaah! Boss, I’m sorry! I didn’t do it on purpose! Please spare me!”

The taciturn Buffalo screamed, rolling his eyes.

‘Thank goodness,’ someone else thought.

‘If I had hit him first, I would have been in that state. Heaven helped me.’

He realized once again that you should never touch the boss. It’s not about picking a fight. Just don’t touch him. Just hitting his head triggered lightning magic.

“Eeeeeek, save me! Save me!”

“Stop talking nonsense. You just hit my head? What a crazy bastard.”

Oh dear-

Stillo smacked the boss in the back of the head. The same lightning magic struck him.

“Gyaaaak! That hurts like hell! What is this!”

“What do you think it is? You sons of bitches. Are you crazy? Hitting the owner’s head? Do you want to resign? If you do, just say so, you bastards!”

“N-no, it’s not that. Boss, your hairstyle…….”

“My hairstyle what?”

“Y-you look too… awesome.”

Stillo had no choice but to lie through his tears to survive.

“But why did you hit my head, you bastard!”

“Because I wanted it too much…….”

“What?”

“I’m serious. I was so jealous.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then all of you will have the same bob cut as me. How about it?”

Mizset was dumbfounded, looking at the boss and his colleagues. ‘Let’s not get involved with those guys.’

‘Let’s just think rationally.’

“Natalie, are you okay?”

Mizset turned his gaze to Natalie, who was leaning against the wall, catching her breath.

“Yes, for now.”

“Did you see the fight between the boss and the Three-Headed Medusa?”

“I couldn’t see it. I was scared.”

“Hmm, then you don’t know what happened.”

“No, I don’t.”

Natalie forced herself up.

* * *

The Legion, the employees, and the dark elves followed Bide. Bide seemed quite eager to show off the bathroom he had created.

Most of them thought:

‘A bathroom is just a bathroom. What’s so special about it? It’s just a place to relieve yourself.’

But they had to admit that their thoughts were short-sighted.

Even the bathroom floor was so shiny that they felt bad stepping on it with their shoes. The ceiling was dazzlingly beautiful, adorned with glass and crystals.

“Here is the sink.”

“S-sink?”

“That’s right. It’s just a place to wash your hands and feet. You also use it when brushing your teeth.”

Bide chuckled, looking at the stunned group. Even his disciple, Lulu, looked enraptured. She seemed to deeply respect Bide, who had built such a magnificent structure over the past 30 years.

“This is the entrance. Come this way.”

Bide was eager to show off his creation of 30 years.

* * *

Sanka couldn’t believe it.

He didn’t know when or how humans had invaded.

The Devil’s Forest was not an easy place to penetrate. Humans who did not respect nature could never pass through.

In fact, the Devil’s Forest was a name given by humans.

For the race living in the forest, it was truly a land of gold. When humans, who sought to conquer nature, ultimately failed to endure in the forest, they arbitrarily gave it the title of the Devil’s Forest.

The forest did not accept humans who were not reverent.

How on earth did they penetrate such a forest and reach the village?

Sanka wasn’t just relying on the Devil’s Forest for protection. In preparation for any eventuality, he had set up alarm magic throughout the village. At certain intervals, the alarm magic would activate automatically.

If someone were to invade the village in the dead of night, the alarm magic would sound fiercely.

Since the village was established, the number of times humans or other races had approached and triggered the alarm was less than ten. That’s how difficult it was to break through the Devil’s Forest and reach the village.

But today, the alarm magic did not sound.

Someone had neutralized the alarm magic.

Moreover, the dark elves who had fallen asleep after eating dinner were not waking up.

Everyone was poisoned.

Sanka was also poisoned. He forcibly resisted the urge to close his eyes. Only about ten dark elves remained by his side. They were the dark elves with the most powerful magic in the village.

“The magic power is not converting,” one said, his voice strained.

“Just standing still is exhausting,” another added.

Sanka gritted his teeth. He felt the same way. Some force was binding his entire body.

It was a debuff magic [magic that weakens or hinders the target].

He had cast counter-magic several times to解除 [jiěchú – remove/release] the debuff magic, but was instead countered.

The opponent was a magician of a higher dimension than himself.

“Leave my children alone!” A dark elf lunged at the knights who were forcibly dragging away the children. By human standards, he was a warrior with 4-star level skills. But under the debuff, he couldn’t exert his proper strength.

Three knights struck the dark elf with iron clubs, knocking him unconscious. The dark elf lost consciousness without properly resisting.

Such scenes played out everywhere.

In less than an hour, most of the village elves were kidnapped.

Less than ten dark elves remained standing.

“Who on earth… are those guys?” Sanka asked, grinding his teeth.

He summoned the high-level spirit he had a contract with, but there was no response. It seemed the entire village was locked down, preventing outside contact.

*Whoever* it is, they are quite skilled.

Especially, they knew well about fighting. They knew what was needed to make a surprise attack.

A man in black armor appeared. He was exuding an aura that clearly said, ‘I am their leader.’

It was Baron Segnal. He smirked at Sanka.

“What, there’s still an elf standing upright on two feet.”

“Who are you!” Sanka demanded.

“Why would you need to know? You’re just slaves.”

“What?”

“Exactly that. What use is it for slaves to understand human words? From now on, just listen to what I say. Don’t ask questions or be curious. It’ll be better for your well-being.”

“Slaves… are they… slavers…?”

Sanka frowned.

He couldn’t fathom the extent of humanity’s greed. Not only do they enslave their own kind, but they also try to control other races.

*Why can’t you humans just fight and kill each other?*

“If you don’t want to know and don’t want to get hurt more, come here and kneel. Then you won’t get hit anymore. I promise you this much: if you don’t resist, I won’t lay a hand on you. You guys are quite valuable commodities, after all. Heh heh heh.”

“You bastards…”

“Oh, an elf who can even curse. Someone told me that elves are so kind they don’t even know how to curse.”

“You trash don’t even deserve a curse.”

“Alright, I get it. I’ll *be* your trash, so come here and kneel quickly.”

“Don’t talk nonsense!”

Sanka began chanting a spell and rushed forward. The dark elf warriors followed behind him.

Crack, crack, crack–

The ground cracked, and dozens of giant tree roots burst out. They engulfed Baron Segnal and the knights like living creatures.

In that instant–

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The tree roots shattered and scattered.

It was powerful lightning magic.

The Pseudo-Man [likely a magically enhanced human] tore apart the tree roots with a Rising Thunder attack spell.

Still, Sanka and the dark elves didn’t stop. They were naturally adept at using both magic and spirits. Moreover, they boasted faster movements than rangers.

Comparing their basic stats to humans was almost unfair.

But God is fair.

God gave humans the slyness of ‘tactics’ and the dark elves the heart of ‘honesty.’

Neither elves nor dark elves live suspecting others.

They are too honest, which is why they easily fall into situations like this despite having such impressive abilities.

Bang!

A bright flash appeared before Sanka’s eyes.

The knights suddenly jumped forward and slammed their shields into his face as he ran. Sanka, colliding head-on with the heavy shield and unable to exert his full strength due to the debuff [a weakening effect], collapsed. The knights raised their iron clubs and beat Sanka’s entire body.

Consciousness gradually faded.

“If we were beaten by you guys whose abilities are all sealed, we’d be idiots. Just quietly fall and go to sleep.”

*Damn it…*

Sanka couldn’t overcome the shock and gradually lost consciousness.