Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 252

Magic I Learned For Nothing – Episode 253

# 253

Legion of Destruction 1

Legion was lying in the treatment room.

It took eight people to move him there initially. But there were too many hands and he was too heavy, so they kept dropping Legion.

“Hey! Hey! Hold his legs properly!”

“I, I can’t. He’s too heavy. This isn’t normal human weight.”

“My hands are slipping.”

“Hold on! We can’t do it with just our strength. We need someone with magic power.”

“Ugh, my fingers can’t hold on.”

And then he fell to the floor, head first.

Several times-

Emile~ Emile~.

A strange bell sound rang.

If he hadn’t been wearing a helmet, his intelligence would have dropped by 100 percent. [Exaggerated way of saying he would have been severely brain damaged.]

Even so, there was nothing he could do about the ringing inside the helmet.

The servants, who were said to have some strength, barely managed to move Legion to the treatment room.

“Are you okay?”

Natalie asked carefully.

How could he be okay? He was so embarrassed he could die.

It’s all because of that Sarah Connor or whatever. His anger towards her, whom he had never even seen, was growing.

In fact, if it weren’t for her, he would have been leisurely receiving a ‘title promotion’!

It all went wrong because of Sarah Connor.

Everything went completely wrong because of that woman he had never even seen, and he hurt his back because of that woman he didn’t even know.

This situation where he can’t even go to the bathroom alone!

It’s all Sarah Connor’s fault.

If he catches her, he will never let her go!

Whether she knew Legion’s feelings or not, Shuttle was peeking at Legion.

He couldn’t stand the anger towards that bastard.

He had always thought that his life was a series of dark histories… but it wasn’t. All those lives combined were nothing compared to the last few days.

He even thought that the guys who bullied him when he was young might have been good guys.

This misery! This despair!

He’d rather be hit. He’d rather be beaten.

Don’t drink water because it’s hot!

You’re just going to pee it all out again!

How can a guy with a sore back eat so much!

Stop eating!

Stop eating and stop peeing.

Stop calling Shuttle! Shuttle! and going to the bathroom all the time!

Shuttle imagined something dripping from his head. [Meaning he was at his wit’s end.]

I’m going to kill you!

I’m going to kill you, Legion!

So he put poison in that bastard’s food. Scorpion venom with a deadly poison. 1g can kill even a wild boar.

But… Legion just ate well.

‘Is the amount too small?’

Shuttle increased the extremely poisonous medicine to 10g. It was enough to send an elephant away in one shot.

But what do you know.

Legion didn’t die. No, his appetite increased even more.

It’s strange no matter how he thinks about it. So he sprinkled 100g of extremely poisonous poison on Legion’s well-grilled steak like sauce.

He eats really well.

Huh? He was so confident that 100g could kill even a dragon.

No, aside from that, doesn’t it taste strange?

It was a really incomprehensible situation. He was thinking of using about 300g next time, but a serving of meat is 200g, so is it okay if there’s more poison than that? He’s too afraid to do it.

Anyway, according to the results he’s observed so far.

The most normal person in this party was ‘Crazy Draizher’.

“Crazy!”

Shuttle blurted out a curse without realizing it, then quickly closed his mouth.

If you had to pick just one crazy person in the kingdom, at least half of them would pick Crazy Draizher with one hand. [Meaning he’s widely known as crazy.]

Why else would he make his nickname a crazy person?

That kind of guy seems normal here.

Isn’t this really a big deal? For the sake of human peace… for the sake of the development of beautiful human relationships, this psycho bastard must be killed.

It’s not a matter of 200g of meat and 300g of poison.

He has to get rid of this guy even if he has to do something worse.

So Shuttle poured all the extreme poison into Legion’s rice. A bluish glow flowed over the white rice, and the meat sizzled even without heating it.

If he put it in the well of an ordinary city, it was enough poison to kill at least a thousand people.

But…….

Legion was alive and well. He even licked the rice on the plate with his tongue after eating it all.

“Isn’t there more? My knees have been feeling better lately.”

You crazy!

‘Did I put the wrong medicine in?’

So Shuttle lightly dipped the extreme poison on Legion’s plate and put it on his tongue. Shuttle’s tongue stiffened and his limbs became paralyzed.

He would have died if he hadn’t quickly taken the antidote.

Shuttle looked at Legion with disbelief. What the hell is it? What is that human’s identity? Is he even human?

He doesn’t know.

That Legion is a Dark Lord!

Not only that, but his resistance to poison is so great that he detoxifies almost 98 percent of all poisons.

In particular, poisons from precious scorpions, spiders, crustaceans, and insects purify his blood and revitalize him.

Shuttle unintentionally improved Legion’s condition.

Shuttle, who had no way of knowing that, was falling into more and more fear and despair.

Oh my god!

How can I kill that monster?

“Shuttle.”

Legion called Shuttle.

“Shuttle.”

Legion’s voice rose slightly.

“Ah, yes?”

Shuttle, startled, answered while rubbing his palms together. He’s a mosquito. He keeps rubbing his hands together whenever he sees Legion without realizing it.

Knees are there to kneel, heads are there to bow, and hands are there to rub. [Referencing obsequious behavior.]

These days, Shuttle was making the three principles of sales a part of his life.

“I’m ready. Call the three guardian mages.”

“I understand.”

Shuttle bowed his head and left the treatment room. His heart is heavy.

Treating Legion’s back… it felt like resurrecting the Demon King.

“It must never happen. Is there no way?”

He must come up with a way to kill that monster for the sake of human peace.

* * *

“What can I get you?”

The bartender asked Draizher carefully.

He is a bartender who has gone through thick and thin. With that experience, he could tell the moment he saw Draizher.

This bastard is a pain in the ass.

Among the troublemakers he’s seen in the past three years, this bastard is the worst.

What allowed him to survive in this highly competitive place was only this amazing eye for detail. Now, looking at Draizher and Raiden in front of him, he immediately realized what the situation was.

‘If I’m wrong, today might be the day our pub closes.’

The man who came in first was a great handsome man. Cold and melancholic eyes, sharp eyes, and gentle speech. He was an attractive man even to himself, a man.

And the second man who came in.

Judging by his sharp eye for detail, he’s definitely not ugly. But why is he acting like such a cripple? His face isn’t ugly, but his expression and ideals were like a Yaksha wandering around in hell. [Yaksha: A type of mythical being, often depicted as fierce and malevolent.]

Eyes as hot as fire and twitching lips.

He definitely looks like he has a terrible personality.

Hopefully, even if a fight breaks out, they’ll go outside and do it.

“Do you have Irish whiskey?”

Draizher asked.

“Yes, we do. But the price is…”

It’s very expensive, so it’s not something a guest can afford. He didn’t say that.

“Double, one glass.”

“It’s 40 gold.”

It’s so expensive it makes the back of his neck cold. Damn it! He knew it was expensive, but 40 gold for a glass! That’s half a year’s salary for an ordinary tenant farmer!

I’ll have to steal a few bottles when I meet Freezer.

But he is Draizher.

In addition to the salary Legion gives him, he also embezzled a considerable amount of money. He’s not the type to be intimidated by just 40 gold.

In fact, if he doesn’t have money, he can just overturn the store.

“Give it to me.”

Draizher took out four 10 gold coins and placed them on the table.

The bartender’s face brightened up and he took out the Irish whiskey, which was being stored in the best condition, poured it into a glass, and placed it in front of Draizher.

“We have a single malt one grade higher than this. It’s 80 gold for a straight shot, but the taste is the best.”

Draizher narrowed his brows slightly.

This bastard suddenly changed his expression like he caught a jackpot. Why is he rubbing his palms?

“Okay.”

The bartender sighed as if he was disappointed.

Draizher snorted and quenched his thirst with Irish whiskey.

“If you have something to say, say it quickly and get out of here.”

Raiden spoke first, before Draizher.

“I was wondering if you’re doing well.”

Draizher asked.

He cut off all the words before and after. Nevertheless, Raiden immediately understood what he was saying.

“Humph! Why are you curious about that?”

“Just. I was a little angry at first. But now I don’t think it matters. Do you have children?”

“No.”

“I see.”

Draizher didn’t say anything.

There was nothing more to say. He doesn’t have children and he’s doing well. That was the end of it. He doesn’t have any more questions. He feels like he came for nothing.

“Then take care.”

Draizher drank all the remaining whiskey and got up from his seat.

Then, an unexpected word was heard from behind Draizher.

“I must look ridiculous to you.”

“…….”

What are you talking about? What’s ridiculous?

“You must have come to laugh at me for living like this.”

“…….”

He couldn’t understand it even more. What kind of state are you in? He opened his mouth again.

“Yes, that’s right.”

What’s right?

“She left me.”

Ooh?

“I suffered the same fate as you.”

Su, surely?

It was the most refreshing thing he had heard in nearly 10 years.

You were dumped too!

He felt like dancing.

“With whom?”

Draizher asked Raiden, forcibly suppressing the laughter that was about to burst out.

“I don’t know his name. Damn it! Someone told me his nickname is Attack Start.”

“Attack Start?”

That’s a strange nickname.

“It’s unfamiliar to us. He’s a free warrior who’s making a name for himself in the neighboring kingdom. I heard he’s one of the top five strongest.”

“Is that so?”

He hadn’t even seen the kingdom’s top 7 strongest, so there was no need to know the strongest from the neighboring country. Attack Start or whatever. He probably won’t ever run into him.

“Do you think I’m ridiculous in this state?”

“Not really.”

“He set up a home with your girlfriend. Curse me as much as you want.”

“It’s okay.”

“He flirted with her while you and her were dating. Curse me!”

“I said it’s okay.”

“We cursed you in bed. Calling you a rabbit. She said she was sick of you trying to handle everything with just strength and speed! She really cursed you a lot. But… hehe, now I’m the same as you. She’s probably calling me a rabbit there too. Go ahead and curse me!”

“You son of a bitch! Who’s calling me a rabbit!”

He was just going to leave.

He’s really making me want to curse.

Draizher’s aura ‘Madness’ suddenly exploded.

* * *

“Are you… okay?”

Geon Preake asked Legion.

Next to him were the three guardian mages, Joint and Overlock, who were among the best in the kingdom, looking at Legion with surprised eyes.

No, it was a look close to shock.

They were gathering magic power and healing Legion.

They were pouring out a tremendous amount of magic power while healing, so they could tell.

They clearly heard he was a wizard.

What is the perfection of this body? The best balance, almost comparable to a 7-star knight! Perfect strength! Amazingly elastic skin!

Most surprising of all was… his head.

If you just look at his head, it’s comparable to the legendary Diamond Body. [Diamond Body: Implies extreme physical resilience and toughness.]

Did he say he was 19 years old?

Considering his age, it was an achievement that was hard to believe.

If they knew what they were thinking, Legion would have said this.

“Put yourself in my situation. Hyperlipidemia [High cholesterol], visceral obesity [Fat around the organs], abdominal obesity [Belly fat], diabetes, high blood pressure. I have everything that’s bad for my body. I have no choice but to get stronger to survive.”

He couldn’t understand why he was wearing this cumbersome armor. The already formed magic defense far surpasses the level of the armor.

He wanted to advise him to take it off quickly.

And do something about the smell.

Perhaps Legion will become the most powerful person in the kingdom’s history, the three guardian mages sincerely thought.

“Oh! This magic is really good? Almost all the pain is gone.”

Legion raised his upper body.

He moved his waist from side to side. He felt like all the bones in his body had hardened from lying down all the time.

He slowly raised his magic power.

The absolute authority of the Dark Lord exploded as if it had been waiting.

A dark and ominous bluish-black energy soared fiercely from his entire body.

The three surprised guardian mages stepped back with their mouths wide open.

“I, I can’t believe it.”