Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 1130

As Freya’s song echoed, her voice spread through the speakers, the sharply modulated melody amplified relentlessly, reaching every corner of the stadium. The magic filling the stadium resonated with her tone, beginning to synchronize.

Woo-o-o-o-ong…!!!!

“Waaaaaaaah!!!!”

That alone was enough to make the audience rise from their seats, cheering and jumping wildly. Each time, the entire stadium trembled and vibrated as if it would collapse. Watching this, Lenok muttered,

“A musical spell using song as a medium…”

A wide-area musical spell used by Freya Kalinss. By manipulating frequencies and melodies, she resonates with magic and synchronizes it with her will to produce specific effects. A medium spell that is activated through sound, boasting an overwhelming range among all existing spells. She places everything within a radius of several thousand meters under the influence of her song.

Fwaaaaaaaat!!!

The melody echoing from the sky transformed into a warm, green magical light, falling like rain. The gentle, soft green rain, like the warmth of nature, fell across the vast stadium, embracing the audience.

Chiiik!!!

The green rain that fell on the clown’s head soaked into his skin and flowed down. Each time, his wounded and cracked skin began to heal and recover.

“She’s starting with a pretty powerful blessing.”

The clown, seeing his wounds heal, grinned and waved his light stick. “It seems she’s really going all out this time.”

Woo-o-o-o-ong…!!

The pouring green rain now changed into a soft, sky-blue wind. Fluffy cloud-like masses spread out from the stage, releasing a sweet fragrance. A warm intention that gently stimulated Lenok’s five senses, calmly uplifting his inner self. Every time he heard Freya’s song, his internal magic and natural magic resonated simultaneously, injecting him with power. Along with boosting his metabolism, it invigorated him and made him forget his fatigue. Even Lenok, who had rested before coming to Tokerphos, could clearly feel the continuous powerful buffs.

The harmony of the caster’s tone and melody when using a spell. The complex chords built through it. Various blessings and buffs activated through sound, using a combination of precise melodies. A medium spell that requires not calculation but innate senses, based on musical talent.

[Aaaaaaaaah-]

Each time the song changed, Freya’s humming continued, and the buffs stacked up over the stadium. The audience’s cheers grew more intense, and they began to sing along with her song. People sang along with Freya’s song. Each time, Freya’s song grew stronger, adding more blessings. It accumulated on the bodies of the audience gathered in the stadium, wishing them well.

“Is this how efficient a powerful musical spellcaster can be when focusing on buffs?”

Lenok, sitting in the VIP seat and watching the scene, was slightly impressed. “Amazing. To be able to produce this much power with just a song…”

Lenok had seen Freya’s spell when facing the warlord’s superhumans in the Well of the Handbook [a location where powerful beings are tested]. At that time, Freya used her humming to make the battle situation favorable for her allies from thousands of meters away. Her incredible precision in accurately distinguishing between allies and enemies outside the battlefield, applying buffs and debuffs accordingly. However, if she gave up controlling the spell and focused entirely on buffs, she could achieve this level of power with just her musical spell. The situation was such that the power of the spell increased and the blessings grew stronger as she resonated with the audience and amplified the sound.

Freya, singing at the center of the melody, breathing with the hundred thousand audience members. Even Lenok, who was analyzing the musical spell, momentarily stopped thinking and closed his mouth at the sight.

“…”

It wasn’t just because of the power of her musical spell that he liked and loved her. Because he liked the song she sang, because he admired the existence of the diva named Freya. Because he loved Freya Kalinss’s songs and music, even her musical spell was this powerful. Why Freya was called a world-class diva, why her fame was known throughout the continent. Lenok felt like he could vaguely understand just by watching this one performance. Also, the fact that the audience gathered here were enjoying this moment to the fullest.

“Victor.”

As if guessing Lenok’s feelings, the clown called out to Lenok. The clown, who was shaking his body while holding the light stick in both hands, spoke casually. “Shall I do it?”

“…”

“The police chief has left his seat. There are 20 minutes left until the break ends and the concert restarts. I guess they plan to finish the deal within that time.”

The clown pointed to an empty seat on one side of the VIP section and shrugged. “I’ve heard Freya’s songs a lot. I won’t stop you if you want to enjoy the concert, Victor.”

The clown winked, handing Lenok the light stick. “I’ll go take care of it quietly. In the meantime, I’ll take care of cheering for Freya.”

“…No.”

Lenok, adjusting his mask, ignored the light stick the clown offered and stood up from his seat. “I have no intention of passing the work to someone else. I’ll do it.”

“Oh, are we still strangers?”

Ignoring the clown’s nonsense, Lenok glanced back. He remembered the face of the police chief sitting in the distant VIP seat. A kind-faced old man with white hair. He had also captured his magic pattern and presence. Probably, all the other members were moving for this moment. In this situation, Lenok had no intention of staying alone and listening to Freya’s song.

“There will be no signal. Time it yourself.”

“What need is there for words between us?”

The clown grinned and waved his light stick. “Once we start, leave the rest to me.”

“…”

Although he couldn’t trust the clown’s words at all, ironically, that’s why he was reliable. Lenok nodded and turned away from the VIP section without hesitation. He slipped through the people carrying snacks and headed to the inner corridor of the stadium in an instant. As soon as he opened the door marked ‘Authorized Personnel Only’ and stepped inside, a security guard in a suit approached him.

“You are not allowed to pass this way-”

Peeng!!

The moment a strand of black magic pierced his temple, the security guard collapsed, unconscious. The security guard, who had lost consciousness and slumped down, disappeared, pulled away by a faint strand of magic. It was a situation where they had agreed with Agneta beforehand to move the unconscious people outside the stadium. Lenok, passing the unconscious guard, used Blink [a teleportation spell] to jump over the stair railing and headed to the stadium’s basement.

Whoosh, whoosh!!

Chiiiiik-!!

The power room was filled with intricately intertwined pipes and valves, pressure control levers, and instrument panels. Clunk!! As he crossed the power room and reached out, Lenok grasped a precisely designed mechanical device in his hand. A pre-set magic repulsion ignition device that he had bought from the underground market of Machina [a city known for its advanced technology] and had never used.

Charrararak!!

Pipe connections, lever handles, instrument panel buttons, and pipe inlets. He attached explosives to the vulnerable connections and controlled the timing of the explosion with magic threads.

Thump! Thump!!

Du-du-du-dung!!

The intense drum sounds echoed from the ceiling. Freya’s faint lyrics overlapped with the cheers. In a strange silence that seemed detached from the noise of the festival. Lenok, manipulating magic threads to extend his will throughout the stadium’s internal facilities, spoke.

“Davi.”

[Trigger insertion complete. Start word set.]

Davi, who was wagging his tail diligently in Lenok’s arms while concentrating on calculations, said. [Complete hacking of the Tokerphos Stadium facility control system in 5 minutes.]

What Pandemonium [Lenok’s group] expected from Lenok was to manipulate the facilities with manipulation spells and cause terror. They had already decided how to turn this city upside down. All that was left was to turn the concert upside down on time. Before he knew it, Lenok had arrived near the preparation room located directly below the stage.

[STAFF ONLY]

The sounds of Freya’s staff chattering from beyond the door with a red sign.

-The break is only 15 minutes. Hurry up and prepare!!

-Bring water and nutritional supplements. Lay out the costumes in advance!

-Bring the microphone battery. Tell them to fix the speaker power leak quickly!!

The preparations were in full swing to welcome Freya, who would be coming down for her break.

-She’s coming!!

-Get ready. Go right away!

Bang!!

At the same time as Freya came down from the stage, Lenok also threw open the door. Colorful stage costumes hanging all around the clean preparation room. Dozens of staff members moving around busily, cleaning and carrying things. People exchanging opinions in real-time while adjusting the sound and lighting. In the midst of it all, Freya walked out, brushing her hair back. Her appearance was soaked with sweat from singing non-stop under the intense stage lights. However, her eyes had not lost any energy as she quickly scanned the preparation room.

Pat.

Lenok and Freya’s gazes met at the same time at the door, and Lenok took a step and disappeared. Confirming this, Freya immediately raised her head and said,

“I want to be alone for a bit. I’ll be in the lounge, so don’t look for me.”

“Yes? But there are still parts we need to discuss regarding the sound adjustment…”

“5 minutes is enough. Is that okay?”

Freya entered the lounge, guided by the staff. Lenok, seeing this, also immediately moved towards the lounge.

Pat!

Using Blink, he headed into the lounge where Freya had entered. Freya, who had been pacing and biting her nails, turned towards Lenok.

“You brought it, right? It’ll be a real problem if you don’t have it!”

“It’s here.”

Lenok opened the inside of his robe and placed Chebien’s doll on the sofa. “Ew.”

The meticulously crafted doll, identical to Freya, slumped onto the sofa. Freya made a disgusted face as she looked at the doll’s closed eyes. “That creepy guy’s taste. He really made it exactly like me?”

“There’s no time. Let’s start right away.”

The agreement made just before the concert started was simple. Use Chebien’s doll to switch places with Freya, and Agneta would control the doll to act as Freya. However, since Agneta could not use musical spells, she would be immediately exposed once the concert restarted. The execution time was right after the break ended and Freya’s doll went on stage. While a hundred thousand audience members watched Freya’s doll, they would detonate the terror, turning this city into chaos.

“Agneta. Are you ready?”

The moment Lenok said that and called out Agneta’s name. Bang!! The lounge door swung open, revealing the outside scenery. Freya flinched in surprise and quickly turned her head.

“Diana! I said I wanted to be alone for 5 minutes-”

“Oh, dear.”

A distinguished old gentleman wearing a top hat stood holding the doorknob. The white-haired old man adjusted his top hat with an awkward smile. “It seems there was a guest who arrived first. I’ve made a mistake.”

“…The police chief?”

Lenok muttered from behind his mask, recognizing the old man’s face. The person Highrea had repeatedly warned him about, the most cautious person in this operation. The police chief, who had been watching the concert and had left his VIP seat earlier, was standing in front of the lounge door.

“You don’t seem like the kind of talent who would be on a stage like this.”

The chief asked, looking at Lenok with a kind smile. “Perhaps, young man, are you also here to kidnap Freya Kalinss, like me?”

“…”

The air turned cold with the chief’s one sentence. “Wh-what…”

Freya, flustered, stammered and slowly stepped back. She must have also felt an indescribable sense of danger from the old man in front of her. However, instead of answering the words, Lenok looked behind the door where the old man was standing. The thick scent of blood flowing in at the same time the old man opened the door. A chilling silence that made the noisy atmosphere feel like a lie. Lenok realized what had happened outside the lounge and turned his body.

“I see. I wondered why things went wrong at this point-”

A massacre with an unknown cause. A bizarre act with an unknown purpose. The eerie foreignness he felt the moment he faced him, and at the same time, the stinging of the holy mark on his right wrist. If the priest’s authority that the priestess had gifted to Lenok was reacting, there was only one reason. Lenok, looking at the old man, let out a cold voice from behind his mask. “Is a follower of the Order involved in this?”

“Ah, that’s right. I haven’t introduced myself yet.”

The old man, slowly bringing his hand to his face, said. “I am Eldrich, the 5th Apostle of the Order. If you don’t mind, would you give me that musical spellcaster?”

* * *

At the same time. The VIP seats where Lenok had left. The atmosphere of the seats, which had become somewhat quiet as the break began. Someone sat next to the clown, who was looking down at the stage with a blank expression.

“So, you were here.”

A middle-aged man sat down casually in the seat Lenok had left, leaning back comfortably. The man, who sighed softly and leaned against the backrest, spoke to the clown. “You’re a master of illusion, just as your reputation suggests. It took me a while to recognize you even though I knew your description.”

“…Oh.”

The clown glanced sideways and gave a strange smile. “Interesting. Have you decided to give each of your followers one of those cute tentacles these days?”

The man with a blank expression sitting next to him. On the surface, he had an ordinary appearance without any distinguishing features. However, under his chin, a bizarre tentacle, like an octopus’s leg, was wriggling.

“It’s been quite a while since we cooperated with you in the Well, according to his message.”

However, the man continued to speak calmly, not caring about the reaction. “I also don’t want to face the big shot who dealt with Gyebaek in a place like this. So, I’ll say it only once.”

Kamrodal, the 8th Apostle of the Guido Order, slowly turned his eyes to look at the clown. “The [Gate] located in the basement of Kabahim Royal City will be taken by our Order. Step aside.”

“Hmm. I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

The clown grinned and slowly turned his gaze. “Shall we try listening again after I pull out that octopus leg?”