Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 299

Magic is Learned in Vain – 300

# 300

Iron Arm 2

Lich Mamon glanced at the nameplate that read ‘Won’t Eat Even If You Give It To Me,’ then rang the doorbell.

Ding-dong, ding-dong-

No one answered.

He kept pressing it anyway.

Ding-dong, ding-dong-

Stop it already.

You’ll wake up all the monsters around here.

Before coming here, Shuttle had studied the black magician called ‘Won’t Eat Even If You Give It To Me.’

A black magician from the era when the Black Dragon roamed!

Moreover, a great archmage of the 8th Circle!

According to the remaining records, he was quite the handsome man.

The third son of a Marquis family, 185 centimeters tall. Good family, good education, tall, and handsome, and an 8th Circle archmage?

Ugh, just thinking about him is annoying.

However, the magic he left behind was remarkable.

He was said to be particularly strong in summoning magic, a black magician who could summon top-tier golems, which are almost nonexistent now.

The golem legion he summoned was said to be on par with the entire military power of a small kingdom, according to the records.

He was definitely an incredibly skilled individual.

How he died was shrouded in mystery.

The only clue was the ancient dungeon of ‘Won’t Eat Even If You Give It To Me’ that Lich Mamon had found.

Ding-dong, ding-dong-

Mamon seemed annoyed and kept pressing the doorbell.

“Um, Mamon-nim.”

Shuttle, unable to bear it any longer, called out to Mamon. Mamon looked at Shuttle, showing a glint of menace in his skull.

“What?”

Looking into his eyes, Shuttle felt a cold shiver down his spine. Shuttle cautiously replied, tense.

“It doesn’t seem like anyone’s here.”

This is a dungeon! Who would be here, you idiot!

He couldn’t say that even if he died and came back to life. Just looking at those eyes makes my legs tremble.

“Wait a moment.”

Lich Mamon continued to press the doorbell. The sound of the doorbell was louder than he thought, making him worry about waking up all the monsters nearby.

Well, it’s ridiculous to worry about monsters when Lich Mamon is here.

Creak-

That’s when it happened.

The iron gate that had been firmly blocking the entrance to the dungeon opened.

Shuttle thought, what is this? This is? It was clearly not a human. But it wasn’t a golem either. The golems Shuttle knew were always as massive as tanks.

The thing that was neither human nor golem said to Lich Mamon and Shuttle.

“Didn’t you see the sign that says ‘No Peddlers Allowed’?”

* * *

The man who abandoned the past.

Forse was looking at the Dusselruf Mountains from the cliff. The red sunset cast a long shadow over the endless forests and mountain ranges.

Flap, flap-

The sleeve of his missing left arm fluttered in the wind.

Forse frowned. It throbbed as if his left arm was still there.

“Seriously.”

He couldn’t even laugh at the absurdity.

He had never imagined he would experience something like this in his life.

He spread out his palm. An incredibly rough palm for a noble.

Of course.

Even after becoming a Marquis, he had never let go of his sword. He had never stopped training, no matter what.

He remembered when he first entered the world [began his adventuring career].

He was probably around the same age as Count Legion. At the time, he had caused a sensation in the kingdom.

A nobleman from the remote outskirts whom no one paid attention to.

The second son who couldn’t inherit the title. At best, if he had some skill, he would become a knight in the Royal Guard, many people thought.

But he overturned the kingdom with his skill.

He had performed several miraculous come-from-behind victories in the battles against the Neck House Kingdom.

He achieved ultra-fast promotions that others could only dream of.

That’s how it was.

Except for the Duke he had sworn to serve as his lord, he had never knelt before anyone.

And yet I…….

Got thoroughly beaten.

“I can’t believe it.”

For a knight, losing an arm is a critical blow.

Who doesn’t know that? But still… to get beaten like a dog.

Count Legion.

Surprisingly, he was an incredibly skilled individual beyond estimation.

He was incredibly skilled, but he also fought dirty. He always circled towards the missing left arm, constantly throwing in small tricks.

Because his punches were so fast and powerful-

Forse couldn’t defend at all.

His pride wouldn’t allow him to admit defeat. With his face a mess, he desperately poured out all his strength.

But that despicable bastard never faced him head-on even once.

When he started to attack, he would slightly move out of range to dodge, and when the attack stopped, he would approach from the left again and counterattack.

In all my life, this is the first time I’ve seen such a despicable bastard.

So he got beaten magnificently.

Ah, so a person can get beaten this much. Forse thought as he was getting hit.

How can he hit every spot from the tip of my toes to the top of my head? Seriously… it was like he had only studied how to beat people.

It was the first time he had been beaten so much in his life.

Even my master never beat me this badly.

He fainted several times while being hit. Sepia, or whatever that ogre bastard was, woke him up by licking his cheek.

He was horrified at the sight of the ogre smacking his lips.

He challenged Count Legion to a rematch…….

The bad bastard hit him where he had already been hit.

He probably fainted about ten times. He didn’t count, so he wasn’t sure.

It seemed like he couldn’t beat Count Legion no matter what he did. The difference was so vast that he didn’t even feel resentful.

Only then did he realize how this monstrous territory was run.

The lord is a monster.

Isn’t it natural for monsters to gather around a monster?

He couldn’t believe that such an incredible monster was hiding and living deep in the Dusselruf Mountains.

“Hoo-! What on earth is going to happen to the world?”

A dagger in a pouch.

He may be loafing around like that now, but the world won’t leave him alone.

“Are you hurt in the head too? What are you muttering to yourself?”

Ah, damn it. You scared me.

He didn’t expect anyone to talk to him here.

Startled, Forse looked back.

There stood Legion, beautifully illuminated by the sunset.

Beautiful, but seeing that sly, grinning face, he wanted to punch him at least once.

Forse felt a surge of anger again.

* * *

Forse looked at Legion with suspicious eyes.

He didn’t dislike him, but he was reluctant to get close. Moreover, he was holding something.

He hadn’t experienced Count Legion much, but he had a rough idea of his personality.

He was indifferent but quite kind to others.

And he liked to show off. He showed off so much that he wanted people to notice it. If they didn’t notice it, he would keep nagging from the side, and if they still didn’t know… then he would resort to violence.

Anyway, this was the first time he had seen someone who seemed to be walking around with a sign on his forehead saying he had done a good deed.

Legion handed a large box to Forse.

Forse looked around.

Surely a video magic was being recorded. Probably to brag to the territory residents, ‘I gave a gift and courage to the depressed Forse.’ It was obvious without even looking.

“What is this?”

“Well, because of what happened last time… I prepared a gift as an apology.”

“A gift?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.”

Forse looked around again.

He expected his sworn brother, Sepia, to be hiding somewhere and filming the video, but he couldn’t see him. Could Sepia even use hiding magic?

Forse shook his head.

Even I think I’m going too far.

Let’s say it’s possible that he can communicate with Sepia. Let’s say it’s possible that he uses magic power. Let’s say it’s possible that he uses magical artifacts.

But using magic doesn’t make sense.

Except for the Ainu shamans [referring to a specific ethnic group known for their spiritual practices], no monsters that use magic have ever been discovered.

-Krrr (Ah, so annoying).

Sadly, Forse’s thoughts were wrong.

Quite far away from them, Sepia was using a specially made hiding magic ring to conceal his body and film the video.

“I’m sure it will be helpful.”

“Why are you showing me this kindness?”

Forse’s eyes gleamed coldly. No matter how badly he had been beaten by Count Legion, his personality wouldn’t change suddenly.

Unlike that Shuttle guy…….

Bending his waist about 25 degrees, rubbing his hands together, and sticking right next to Count Legion?

He would rather bite off his tongue and die than do that.

“Because you’re pitiful?”

Forse continued.

“Or… do you have some ulterior motive?”

“I’m Jonas’s friend.”

“So?”

“If you and I don’t get along, I can’t continue to be friends with Jonas. Let’s forget the past and get along well.”

Legion said with a bright smile.

You bastard, the past? Forget the past? You beat me half to death, and that’s what you have to say?

Forse narrowed his brow.

“Open the box first. I hope you like it.”

He thought about tearing open the box, throwing it on the ground, and stomping on it.

But he knew without experiencing it what that nasty Legion would do.

Gulp.

He had no desire to faint ten more times.

Reluctantly, Forse opened the box.

His eyes sparkled. Inside was an arm made of steel.

“What is this?”

“Do you know what a bidet [likely referring to the blacksmith Bidet] is?”

“I’ve heard of it.”

Jonas had talked about Bidet and Lulu.

He raved about them without batting an eye. They were the best blacksmiths in the kingdom. No, the best blacksmiths on the continent.

Forse snorted but agreed.

Because he was now family. Or is it family orc? The nuance isn’t very good. Family orc.

Anyway, it doesn’t make sense.

Why would the best blacksmith in the kingdom be here? He would go to another territory with much better treatment.

Again, Forse doesn’t know.

Not only the best blacksmith but also the best chef is living here like an unknown soldier.

“It’s an artificial arm made by him.”

Legion said with a smile.

“Artificial arm?”

“Yes. Try wearing it. It will be very useful in your daily life.”

“Can I move it as I wish?”

“Probably.”

Forse equipped the steel arm.

When he activated his magic power, surprisingly, his nerves revived, and the steel arm moved. Every joint in his fingers moved as he wished. There was definitely a foreign sensation, but it wasn’t a completely different feeling.

He thought it would be incredibly heavy because it was made of steel, but it wasn’t.

The weight was almost balanced with his right arm.

The center of his body wouldn’t tilt to one side. It looked like steel, but it was definitely made of another metal.

It was amazing.

“Huh!”

He exclaimed without realizing it. This was truly the technology of the gods.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay. This is really amazing.”

Some of the prejudice he had against Legion disappeared. Of course, he would still brag about it openly, but he acknowledged it.

He was grateful for what he was grateful for.

“Well, you can do almost everything in your daily life, and there’s one other thing.”

“Another thing?”

“It’s a magical artifact. It’s not just simply hard. Quite a few spells are hidden in it. Here, this is the user manual. This is the warranty. Be sure to check for ‘Made in Legion.’”

“Ma, Made in Legion?”

“Yes, beware of imitations. And if you think it’s dangerous, shout the activation phrase. It’s the function I put the most effort into.”

“Activation phrase?”

“Yes, it’s a very special weapon.”

“What is it?”

“Rocket Punch.”

“What punch?”

“Rocket Punch!”

“Rocket Punch?”

Are you kidding me!

At that moment, the steel arm was launched.

The arm flew at an incredible speed, hitting Sepia, who was filming the video using hiding magic, in the back of the head and knocking him unconscious. And the arm that had flown away slowly returned and attached to Forse’s elbow.

“Wh, what is this?”

Forse was so surprised that he felt like his jaw was going to drop.