Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 1134

The Fifth Apostle, Eldritch’s, manifested greatsword, a tangled mass of veins, plummets from the stadium’s sky.

A mass of weight comparable to a high-rise building falls to the ground without any restraint.

It crashes onto the wreckage of the airship, which was already so shattered that even its remains were hard to find.

[Skyward Thrust]

KWA-A-A-A-A-A-NG!!!!

With the impact, the stadium momentarily tilted and caved in as if sinking.

Chiiiik…!!

At the spot where the greatsword fell, the ground in contact with the blade corroded and melted away, creating a gaping hole.

Kamrodel’s summoned tentacles burrowed into the cracks, ravaging the entire stadium.

Kugwagwagwagwa!!!!

A bizarre phenomenon as if his tentacles were piercing, covering, and transforming the entire vast arena.

Numerous massive octopus legs writhed, scattering bodily fluids across the ground.

Each time, priests who had been lying dead with their heads crushed staggered to their feet.

“Ugh, uh-uh…”

“Gueeeeg-”

He wasn’t reviving the priests or turning them into undead.

He was planting his tentacles into the corpses of the dead priests, giving rise to new life.

Kamrodel’s sanctuary, the Heavenly Spirit of the Underworld, controlling hundreds of priests like puppets, raising them like zombies.

A powerful augmentation that makes all matter within the declared sanctuary the target of his Apostle techniques.

However, almost simultaneously, the expressions of the two Apostles who had used their sanctuaries and microcosms subtly hardened.

“That is…”

[Kikikikik…!!]

A hooded, hawk-nosed giant let out a sinister laugh.

Lenok’s summoned artificial construct of the Specialization System, the Tailor of the Imaginary Dimension.

The Tailor used magic threads to grab the blade of Eldritch’s greatsword the moment it fell, attempting to decelerate it.

It reduced the impact that should have blown away the entire stadium by nearly half, suppressing the range.

Chwararararak!!!

Every time the eight arms unfolded from under the hood moved, a vast wave of magic threads surged.

Forty fingers precisely tapped the air, sending tens of thousands of magic threads into the sky.

They began to sew up and close the spatial rifts that the priests had summoned from the Tenth Apostle.

Tzeojeojeop…!!

“I think I now understand why the Goddess was so wary of the sorcerers of the Demon Realm.”

A monster that grabbed onto Eldritch’s greatsword the moment it was summoned and simultaneously sewed up the spatial rifts summoned by the priests.

Eldritch, staring at the Tailor that appeared behind Lenok with a hardened expression, spoke.

“I’ve never seen a summon of that kind before. I was planning to erase this entire battlefield in one go…”

[It is a summon of a non-believer, specialized in assisting manipulation techniques and replenishing mediums.]

Thud!!

Kamrodel, walking out next to Eldritch, said.

[It has no mobility, but it possesses the ability to travel through the imaginary dimension, so ignore the summon and target the caster.]

“It seems you’ve had experience dealing with that manipulator before.”

[That one possesses a technique that ‘carves out’ space by using sub-space as a projectile.]

Kamrodel’s gaze darkened ominously.

He still remembered how he had been defeated by Victor in the swamps of Yorta.

[I was once defeated by that non-believer after being hit by that technique.]

“…”

[It is presumed to be a technique only usable when a summon is present, but it is not certain. Therefore, the priority target should be-]

The two Apostles’ gazes almost simultaneously shifted past Lenok to his side.

“Is that the madman’s territory?”

[It’s the clown, Arthen Kizard.]

Charrrrrrrrk!!!

A massive roulette, spinning violently, floated above the clown’s head.

The clown, with his tongue sticking out, licked the roulette here and there with a bizarre smile.

The two Apostles’ presence momentarily wavered at the sight of the roulette, which was clearly unusual.

‘There’s no precursor to the deployment of the self-generated territory… Why?’

‘Did he complete the territory in advance and bring it out now? No, if that were the case, he wouldn’t have formed hand seals.’

A self-generated territory is an art that projects the caster’s core mental image into reality.

Therefore, before deploying the territory, one must first spread the ripples of thought containing the core mental image into reality.

However, the clown had not shown any precursors at all while deploying his self-generated territory.

He had only summoned that bizarre roulette immediately after clasping his hands together and forming hand seals.

A minor difference, perhaps. But in a battle between high-level transcendents, it could be a difference that determines life or death.

The two Apostles, unable to ignore the sense of unease emanating from the clown’s territory due to their battle experience, hesitated for a moment.

“Oh my, are you just going to keep watching from over there?”

The clown, pointing at the roulette spinning above his head, grinned.

“Well, fine. If you don’t know, it’s not bad to just try getting hit by it.”

[Is that an ability that randomly spins a roulette to determine the hierarchy and power of the territory?]

Kamrodel scoffed.

[Truly the idea of a madman who entrusts his fate to incomplete luck. Even we Apostles do not try to rely on such wicked variables.]

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Where else can you find an ability as fun as this?”

The clown shrugged.

“If you’re jealous, just say so honestly.”

[That ability, completed at the cost of heavenly luck, is surely the pinnacle of illusion that will plunge us all into hell.]

Kamrodel said.

[But I already knew that you are a fraud who manipulates your own luck as you please.]

Kuuung!!

At the same time as the rock giant formed hand seals, the tentacles of the sanctuary stood stiffly upright.

The writhing, massive tentacles intertwined in the air, forming knots with each other,

and then compressed behind Kamrodel, transforming into a massive mass of tentacles.

Kamrodel, having created a mass of tentacles that looked like an egg containing something, spoke in a chilling voice.

[Then I, too, will prepare a means to break any illusion, even if it takes time.]

Kamrodel did not rush to stop the clown even after seeing him deploy his territory.

Instead, he openly began preparing a major technique that required time.

Just as much as Kamrodel needed to stop the clown, the clown was given a reason to stop Kamrodel.

Without limiting the victory condition to one side, he somehow maintained balance even in this chaotic battlefield.

Clank!!

The greatsword that had fallen into the stadium greedily drank the blood that was pooling everywhere.

The blade of the greatsword was dyed red, and its size gradually decreased.

Eldritch’s microcosm, drinking the surrounding blood and death, reducing its own size.

Just as Kamrodel had said, Eldritch, too, had begun preparing a major technique that required time as soon as he heard those words.

A battlefield where the two Apostles of the Order and the clown were almost simultaneously showing their audacity and beginning to prepare major techniques.

“Hehehe, you’re really not like an Apostle.”

The clown scoffed, looking at Kamrodel.

“How can a squid monster be so quick-witted?”

[You are free to think as you wish, non-believer.]

Kamrodel retorted.

[In any battlefield, the one who laughs last will be the one who follows the teachings of the myriad gods.]

Kwaaang!!

The massive mass of tentacles swayed and fell as if striking down on the clown’s head.

Eldritch, having accelerated by leaping vertically up the inner wall of the arena, approached within striking distance and swung his sword.

The moment the clown grinned, seeing the tentacles falling from above and the sharply rotating sword light,

Manipulation System Unique Magic

Forced Control of the Nervous System

[Toy Creation]

Ujik!!

The magic threads hanging from the Tailor’s fingertips grabbed Kamrodel’s tentacles from all directions.

The magic threads squeezed the tentacles as if wringing them, scattering bodily fluids, and the moment they changed their direction,

Kamrodel’s large tentacle struck Eldritch’s greatsword, changing its direction.

Kwaaaang!!!

The greatsword, which had been plunged diagonally into the stadium, twisted and was pulled out by the impact.

In the moment when the ground shook and the clock swayed from the recoil, the magic threads that had bound the clown’s feet pulled his body taut.

The clown’s face, having fallen flat on his face, scraped and slid across the dirt floor.

“Uub!! Oof oof!!”

The clown, flailing his arms, spat out the mouthful of dirt.

Lenok, having manipulated the Tailor to pull the clown under his feet, looked down at him with a cold gaze.

“You’ve gone and pulled out that annoying territory again.”

The clown’s self-generated territory is a power that uses the result of spinning a roulette as the ability of the territory.

Each of the differently sized spaces with numbers from 1 to 9 written on them, and dozens of blanks with skull marks drawn on them.

It is a bizarre ability that relies on luck to determine the abilities of different territories that exist from level 1 to level 9.

Even the abilities determined in that way are not just normally strong, but rather unique and limited in their use, befitting a clown.

It was by no means an ability that could guarantee victory even if used in the middle of a fight against the two highest-ranking Apostles of the Order.

“Oh, no, why are you being so harsh?”

The clown, having used illusion to restore his face that had been scraped on the ground, stood up and chuckled.

“We had some fun with this last time. Please be generous.”

“You should know that this isn’t a situation where you can just rely on luck.”

Perhaps because the ability of the territory is determined randomly, the ability of the clown’s territory is far beyond the scope of techniques.

The [Pirate Roulette] he used when escaping from Jillian’s fortress also had the bizarre ability of random space ejection.

A power that could bring about more unconventional results than any transcendent in Pandemonium, a joker in the truest sense of the word.

But that was only when the result was good.

The rock giant pulling up magic from afar, and the old knight adjusting his top hat.

The sight of hundreds of priests surrounding the stadium and preparing their positions.

“Hehe, don’t worry. This time, I won’t use any tricks and will go honestly.”

The clown said, putting his hand inside his mouth.

A bizarre sight of suddenly putting his hand in his mouth and pulling something out.

“Uub- Cough, cough!!”

“…”

“Hehehe, ta-da~”

The clown opened his hand and proudly presented something covered in saliva to Lenok.

Lenok, looking down at it with a scornful gaze, muttered.

“A dart?”

“Actually, after working with Victor last time, I tweaked the territory a few times.”

The clown said, flicking the saliva-covered dart with his finger.

“I added a few annoying conditions, but I made a tool that can interfere with the roulette.”

“I see.”

Lenok, having instantly understood the purpose of the dart, turned his gaze.

“Is it a tool that can forcibly change the result of the roulette?”

“It’s a tool that stores the result of a roulette spun at a specific time and place without implementing it.”

The clown grinned.

“It’s called the redistribution of luck.”

“…”

“If I use this, the result of the roulette I spun before will pop out immediately. Do you understand what I mean?”

As Kamrodel had said, the clown had a means to manipulate luck.

Certainly, if he could manipulate the result of the roulette, his chances of winning would increase, but-

Lenok glanced sideways.

“It’s not like we’ll be at an advantage if we drag this out. They’re preparing a major technique too.”

Kugugugu!!!

A bizarre mass of tentacles writhing above the head of the Eighth Apostle, Kamrodel.

The greatsword behind the Fifth Apostle, Eldritch, drinking blood and gradually decreasing in size.

Both were emitting an unusual aura that could not be ignored.

Could the ‘method’ that the clown had prepared withstand the techniques of the two Apostles simultaneously?

In the midst of the chaos where three monsters were simultaneously preparing major techniques while checking each other.

There was no time to answer.

The moment Lenok kicked the clown in the back, the rock giant fell to the ground, emitting a shockwave.

Kwaaang!!!

Lenok’s new form, having sensed Kamrodel’s approach, teleported away to create distance.

Eldritch, having followed Lenok, plunged a sharp sword strike down.

Drddddk!!!

The fallen greatsword vibrated as it plunged into the stadium floor.

The moment Kamrodel’s large tentacle grabbed the handle of the greatsword and swung it, the blade rotated sideways, accelerating.

A greatsword [巨劍] tens of meters long rose from under the feet of the two men and rotated diagonally.

Kugugugugugu!!!!

“Kkeeeeee!!!!”

The corpses of the Order’s priests, revived by Kamrodel, swarmed like zombies and rushed onto the greatsword.

Even at this moment, Eldritch’s greatsword was drinking blood and gradually decreasing in size.

However, Lenok and the old man clashed on the blade of the massive greatsword, tens of meters long.

A chaotic tangle of magic threads pulled and cut Lenok and the Fifth Apostle’s bodies here and there.

Lenok and the Apostle’s new form, continuing their hand-to-hand combat in the air without setting foot on the ground.

Kagagagak!!!

He rotated as if bouncing off the countless sword strikes that poured down like lines of light.

He moved his body like manipulating a puppet with magic threads, receiving the old man’s sword strikes at the intersection where the threads were tied.

The magic threads were cut by the sharpness of the blade, but the cut magic threads immediately tangled together, creating a stronger tension.

The moment the tangled knots of magic threads in all directions stopped the Fifth Apostle’s sword light as they chaotically decorated the air.

The old man, gripping Lenok by the collar, slammed him down onto the twisted greatsword.

KWAANG!!

“……!!”

“As expected, he’s not a physical enhancer.”

Eldritch’s eyes, looking down at the obsidian mask, were filled with undisguised admiration.

“To elevate combat ability this far using only spell manipulation… truly remarkable.”

Without relying on physical enhancement or a microcosm [a personal, self-contained world or power source], just how much application is needed to fight like this using only spell manipulation?

Acceleration and deceleration, movement and evasion. All offense and defense, including power control and recoil management, must be calculated and adjusted with spells.

A level of difficulty far beyond simply moving the body and engaging in combat instinctively.

A high-ranking physical enhancer, and a knight who wields a sword, could understand this even better.

“You’re not a sorcerer, yet you’re so interested in others’ spells.”

Lenok glanced over.

“If you’re going to dawdle, I’ll start first.”

CHWAAAAAAK!!

He forcefully pulled down the magic thread around the clown’s neck.

The clown, screaming grotesquely, was thrown and tumbled through the stadium ruins.

POOONG!!

The clown’s body, which had crashed headfirst into the ground, split into several mini-clowns.

The mini-clowns scurried out from all directions and immediately merged, regaining their original form.

“Puhahahaha!! I’ll go first!”

[I won’t let you get away……!!]

KWAAAAAAANG!!!

One side of the second-floor seating area collapsed in an explosion, scattering debris everywhere.

The clown’s body was shredded into pieces amidst the falling sharp rocks.

“Ugh.”

A rock fragment pierced the clown’s back as he rolled on the dirt, severing his body.

The clown, who had been running on all fours like a dog, collapsed forward as his legs were crushed.

The ground beneath the crawling clown cracked, and he fell into the fissure.

The clown was relentlessly killed amidst the cluster of tentacles that thrashed like a seizure.

“Haha, hahahaha!!”

But like a matryoshka doll [Russian nesting doll], a clown popped out from the dead clown, laughing maniacally as he ran.

The clown’s body scattered into dozens of butterflies, then fluttered as hundreds of feathers.

[You’re truly insane, infidel……!!]

Kamrodel was shocked by the storm of bizarre phenomena that even deceived the Apostle’s eyes.

[If you keep spamming special-type illusions like that, you won’t last long either!!]

[Kikikiki……!!!]

A sinister chuckle echoed from behind Kamrodel as he manipulated his tentacles to chase the clown.

The tailor’s eight arms caressed the air, and the space shattered at his fingertips.

Through the cracked spatial rift, forty fingers focused on one point.

The tailor, aiming precisely at Kamrodel’s head, grinned.

[Ultra-Moment: Subspace Bullet]

PPAJIK!!

A firing spell that uses subspace as an arbitrary virtual mass.

The essence of subspace manipulation spells that explode immediately upon impact, carving out the entire space.

Only usable at this moment when the special-type artificial summon, the tailor of the imaginary dimension, is summoned-

SWAAEEK!!

[Not a chance!!!]

But Kamrodel did not flinch even when he saw the subspace bullet aiming at his head for the second time.

He manipulated the tentacles summoned in his sanctuary, aiming them directly at the subspace bullet and activating the Apostle’s spell.

Scores of tentacle tips split at the cellular level, blocking the subspace bullet.

EUJIIJIIJIK!!!

The tentacles were crushed alive, pulverized and crumbled.

Using the dead tentacles as sacrificial offerings, the Apostle’s spell was strengthened again.

The moment the spell output became so strong that it distorted space with the tentacles’ grip alone.

The trajectory of the subspace bullet veered diagonally, soaring straight into the sky.

KWAAAAAAA!!!

The light of the subspace bullet, which had split the sky diagonally and vanished, flashed.

“Haha!! Excellent, Victor!!”

The clown, who had slipped out of Kamrodel’s spell range like an eel, climbed onto the roulette.

The clown, who had inserted a dart into the roulette without hesitation, focused his mind and formed a hand seal.

“From here on, I’ll take care of it-”

A blood-red blade pierced the clown’s heart from behind.

BBEOOOOONG!!!

At the same time, a powerful shockwave, strong enough to violently shake his body, erupted and swept across the ground.

A transcendent speed that the clown could not react to. A powerful force that pierced the heart, breaking through the illusion.

“……Cough.”

The clown, looking at the red blade that had pierced his chest, smiled.

“It’s not a… normal weapon, is it?”

“My microcosm, the Heavenly Greatsword, shrinks in size immediately after manifestation, returning to the form of a normal sword.”

The old man, gripping the red sword, spoke calmly from behind the clown.

“But its mass and power remain, transforming it into a weapon that dramatically amplifies my swordsmanship.”

“Cough.”

“Too bad. It seems I was faster in this fight.”

The Fifth Apostle’s gaze, looking at the clown’s back, turned cold.

“It seems there won’t be time to watch your strange tricks.”

“Cough!! Is that so……?”

The clown, spitting blood, grinned with blood dripping from his lips.

“Then that’s a shame. What I was going to use wasn’t an illusion from the start.”

“What?”

At that moment, the clown’s constantly spinning roulette began to slow down.

The dial stopped with a click, centering on the dart inserted into the roulette.

KIRIRIRIK-

[5]

[8]

[9]

[1]

Slowly passing through the randomly mixed number slots, it finally came to a complete stop.

CLICK.

[BUST]

“……”

Silence fell.

[You.]

Kamrodel glared at the clown.

[Was your goal to mock us all in this great holy war?]

“Of course not.”

The clown grinned and said.

“But where there is success, there is also failure… where there is a win, there is also a bust.”

[Infidel……!!]

“And if you land on a bust, there must be a penalty, wouldn’t you say?”

[KHIHIHIHIHIT!!!!]

At that moment, the clown drawn on the roulette opened his eyes wide with a grotesque laugh.

The clown, with his eerie, blank eyes, looked at the clown and twisted his head back and forth while laughing madly.

[You’re caught~ You’re caught~]

KOOOUUUUUUNG……!!!

The clown’s face immediately swelled grotesquely, heating up as if it would explode.

[……Could it be.]

Kamrodel realized what the clown was aiming for and glared at the illusionist.

[From the start, you intended to trap us in the deepest part of the domain and self-destruct!!]

The purpose of the dart was to store and recall the value of the previously spun roulette.

But that doesn’t necessarily mean that only ‘good result values’ can be stored.

The clown had stored the ‘worst result value’ he had previously landed on without using it, and then took it out here instead.

For this moment, to hold back the two Apostles of the Order who were exerting their full power on this battlefield.

“I’ve used enough illusions, so it’s time to return to reality.”

TTUDUK, TTUDUK!!!

At the same time, a sound like something breaking inside the clown’s body began to echo.

A chilling sight, as if a giant time bomb was rapidly ticking down its timer.

“Anti-matter particle annihilation, activated by severing all the bonds of the hierarchy built up by the caster.”

The clown, pierced by the Fifth Apostle’s sword, grinned as he watched.

“It’s the ‘misfortune’ I’ve been putting off since escaping from Kabahim. Would you like to taste it with me?”

[This insane human dares……!!!]

There was no more time to speak.

KUNG!!

The vibration from the roulette stopped, and the clown’s eyes grinned as they stared at the clown.

[Die.]

KWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!!!

A purple light burst from the clown’s body, engulfing and exploding across the entire stadium.

The heat incinerated the debris of the broken stadium facilities from all directions, turning them into ashes.

Particle pair annihilation, activated by shattering the clown’s own hierarchy.

A ridiculously reckless self-destruction that uses oneself as an anti-matter bomb.

But the Apostles, who faced the self-destruction at point-blank range, were not flustered.

[Eldritch!!!]

“I am ready.”

In the exploding heat, Eldritch closed his eyes, gripping the red sword.

The mass of tentacles that had been compressed and tangled behind Kamrodel slowly opened.

JJEJEOJEOJEOJEOB……!!!

As if forcibly ‘ovulating’ something, a pale metallic shape emerged from within the tentacles.

Kamrodel, grabbing the long, cannon-like object, manipulated all the tentacles within his sanctuary to lift it up.

[Forbidden Weapon ‘Sorrow’ Unleashed.]

At that moment, the surrounding space distorted grotesquely, collapsing and splitting.

A forbidden weapon that abandoned humanity. A weapon of depravity that ignored the laws of heaven.

A power that was only permitted to the chosen blessed ones within the Order.

Kamrodel, who had directly ‘summoned’ it, aimed at the exploding clown’s body and drew up his magic power.

Eldritch, who had been concentrating while gripping his sword, suddenly raised his gaze.

“……Wait.”

WOOOUUUUUUNG!!!!

Above the sky where Lenok’s Ultra-Moment: Subspace Bullet had veered off.

Above the sky where the firing spell, which used subspace as a virtual mass, had exploded.

From the other side of the void where space was cracking and peeling, an ominous light was bursting out.

JJEJEOJEOJEOJEOK……!!!!

A massive fusion body, where thousands upon thousands of magic threads gathered from all directions, distorted and rotated.

A bizarre phenomenon, as if forcibly pulling out something that ‘existed’ within it, centered around the subspace bullet.

A grotesque light that collapsed and disintegrated the surrounding space just by existing there.

The shape of a brilliant glass-colored gauntlet, shining from the other side of the collapsing space.

“That’s……!!!”

“You weren’t the only ones who needed time.”

The subspace bullet that was fired at Kamrodel was not just an aid to buy time for the clown.

The spell [Ultra-Moment: Subspace Bullet], which uses subspace itself as a bullet.

Therefore, the subspace used as a bullet can also be used to ‘contain’ something as originally intended.

After containing ‘that’ which had been started in advance within the subspace and firing it into the sky, momentarily escaping the two Apostles’ gazes.

From above the sky where the entire battlefield could be seen at a glance, like this-

“I will end it with my own hands.”

CLICK!!

At the same time as equipping the gauntlet, tens of thousands of magic threads all came under Lenok’s control.

With a strange resonance that collapsed space, the glass-colored gauntlet glowed eerily.

It began to rotate violently, absorbing all the surrounding heat and light.

KIYUUUUUUUNG-!!!!

An illusion as if a powerful gravitational sphere was attracting and condensing all matter and laws from all directions.

A miracle that drew in and confined all the light of heaven and earth, darkening even the sky of the stadium.

[Manipulator, could it be……!!!]

Kamrodel realized the identity of the gauntlet and opened his eyes wide.

[How did you get that weapon-!!!!]