The Return of The Mythical Archmage [EN]: Chapter 441

Inside Mora’s relic.

Shin Hayul was circulating mana.

It had been 12 hours already.

For that long, he had been repeating only mana circulation.

“As you said, things outside have been resolved somehow,” Mora said slowly at that moment.

It was a topic that could be quite concerning, but Shin Hayul showed no reaction.

He judged that the training he was doing now was more important than listening to the outside situation.

“Ah, the preparations are all done, so you can stop the mana circulation.”

The preparations were all done.

Only after hearing those words did Shin Hayul slowly open his eyes.

“Isn’t it still lacking?”

The color of Shin Hayul’s eyes was strange.

It was neither the unique brown of Koreans nor the golden color that appeared when activating Shinan [a unique power or ability], but a third color had manifested.

“No. It’s enough. You’ve already absorbed more than enough of my divine power. Absorbing more than that is meaningless. It will just be discharged again.”

Silver.

The same color as Mora’s irises.

Shin Hayul’s eyes looked exactly like Mora’s.

“That’s more than enough.”

“Is that so?”

Shin Hayul completely stopped the mana circulation and got up from his seat.

The mana rotating within Shin Hayul’s body was also different from usual, like the color of Shin Hayul’s eyes.

It felt more sacred, one might say.

“Good. The divine power has begun to settle properly.”

It was the sacredness flowing from the divine power.

“If you wait about 30 minutes like this, it will settle perfectly. Until then, please rest.”

“Yes.”

Shin Hayul took a deep breath and recovered his somewhat depleted mental strength.

“By the way, what do you mean by things outside being resolved?”

He asked while gathering his mental strength.

“It means it went as you said. Princess Mimir succeeded in a temporary synchronization with Adela Steart. She then dealt with Jenarin and Hoderiam.”

Everything went as Shin Hayul had said.

Hoderiam and Jenarin.

The two were no match for Mimir.

“After finishing them off in 5 minutes, she returned to Korea. Princess Mimir’s data was sent to the main computer. From there, she’s probably trying to find a way to reconnect you and herself.”

The processing power of the main computer was incomparable to a choker.

If they were to find a way, doing it there would be the most efficient.

“And lastly. Your three friends, who were saved by Princess Mimir, have left to help Sein Vinosh.”

“…Help Sein-nim?”

Shin Hayul narrowed his eyes for a moment. He briefly wondered if the three had any reason to go support right now.

“Ah. Hoderiam and Jenarin.”

The answer came immediately.

“Yes. The fact that those two were resurrected means that other high-ranking black mages are also likely to have been resurrected.”

“If two more forces of that level are added, the war situation is likely not as overwhelming as we expected. It seems like support is needed.”

“Yes.”

“…I was missing something very basic.”

Shin Hayul nodded with an understanding expression.

It was a blind spot.

The moment he confirmed Hoderiam and Jenarin, he should have immediately thought of the possibility that other executives had been resurrected as well.

He had completely missed that possibility.

To make an excuse, he was so focused on this side that he couldn’t pay attention to the outside.

“Whatever the case, it will be difficult to grasp any information after this.”

“Yes.”

There was no way the three would have gone to support with Mora’s relic.

Mora’s relic would have been safely stored in the lab, and then they would have gone to support.

As long as the relic was in the lab, there was no way to observe the situation outside.

Similarly, it was impossible to observe Mimir working on the main computer.

Therefore, there was no way to obtain further information.

“That’s a bit of a shame.”

Shin Hayul clicked his tongue as if he was disappointed.

“I should have told Mimir to report the situation to the relic from time to time.”

If he had included those words in what he had to say to Mimir when he sent her out first, he would have been able to grasp the situation from time to time.

It was a shame.

“There’s no need to be disappointed. There isn’t much time left to leisurely observe outside the relic like this. Whether Princess Mimir reports beyond the relic or not, nothing will change.”

“There isn’t much time left?”

Shin Hayul’s expression turned cold. An expression filled with anxiety.

It was an expression as if he was assuming the worst.

“Is it that you don’t have much time left to maintain your body?”

Mora looked at Shin Hayul and smiled faintly.

“That’s not it.”

“…That’s not it.”

Shin Hayul let out a sigh of relief.

“Certainly, I used some power to send Princess Mimir out, but it wasn’t so much that I can’t maintain my form. I’ll be fine for a while.”

“For a while…”

Shin Hayul lowered his head slightly.

She used ‘some’ power.

She’ll be fine ‘for a while’.

His thoughts became complicated for a moment at the meaningful expressions.

“What I just said was meant to say that you won’t have the leisure to look outside anymore.”

“Leisure?”

“Yes.”

Mora slowly said, scanning Shin Hayul’s body in turn.

“The past 12 hours were a kind of training that you had to work on, but from now on, it’s different.”

She nodded, as if quite satisfied with Shin Hayul’s condition.

“From now on, it’s not you, but me who has to work hard. There’s no time to look at the outside situation.”

Therefore, no matter what report Mimir makes beyond the relic, it has no meaning.

No matter what is said outside, it has no meaning unless there is an observer watching outside.

It’s like casting pearls before swine [a saying meaning to waste something valuable on someone who doesn’t appreciate it].

“That’s what you meant.”

“Yes. That’s what I meant.”

Mora nodded slightly.

“So, don’t feel sorry about strange things. Just think about what’s ahead.”

Shin Hayul nodded.

“Yes. I understand. I will focus only on this side.”

“Good.”

Mora smiled at Shin Hayul’s clear answer.

“But… since you said to focus only on this side, I’m saying this. What are you planning to do after this?”

He succeeded in putting divine power into his body.

What was she going to do next?

“You’re not going to train me to use divine techniques using divine power, are you?”

She wouldn’t try to teach him something new here.

There wasn’t enough time to teach something new.

“Yes. Of course, that’s not it. If there was a lot of time, I would have considered teaching divine techniques, but there isn’t that much time.”

It was as Shin Hayul thought.

“Then…”

Then what was she going to do?

Just as he was about to ask that.

“Using my divine power engraved in your body, I will accelerate your time.”

Unimaginable words popped out of Mora’s mouth.

“…Yes?”

Accelerate time.

At that absurd statement, Shin Hayul was dumbfounded.

“Accelerate time… you mean…”

Shin Hayul looked at Mora with a doubtful expression.

Surely it wasn’t the kind of ‘acceleration’ he was thinking of?

Surely. There was no way that was possible.

Thinking that, he slowly waited for Mora’s answer.

“You’re right about what you’re thinking.”

Mora nodded slightly and said with an indifferent expression.

“By accelerating your body, I will bring the body you would have had in the future to this era.”

Bring my future body to this era.

“The time I can accelerate with my remaining power is only about 3 months…”

Bring my body from 3 months later, the possibility I would have had, to this era.

“The possibility of you as a mage 3 months later is 9th circle [a high level of magic mastery]. That should be enough.”

He was speechless for a moment.

“Is that… possible?”

“Yes. It’s possible.”

Mora answered with a confident expression.

“I am Mora. The Goddess of Time.”

Mora, the Goddess of Time.

Her power was more transcendental than he thought.

* * *

A fierce battle was unfolding at Veil’s temporary base.

Among them, the fight between Sein Vinosh and two black mages was the most intense.

“Kuhaha! You’re strong! You’re strong!”

“Indeed. You’re quite something… Annoying.”

The two black mages praised their opponent with contrasting expressions.

One was genuinely laughing as if he was enjoying it, praising the opponent’s struggle.

The other was completely expressionless, clicking his tongue as if he was annoyed.

“Try harder! That can’t be the end!”

“No. Don’t try harder. If possible, I’d like you to either die as you are or get out of here.”

They were only the same in that they were black mages. The two were too contrasting.

“Sabin. Show some enthusiasm! It’s a battle after ten thousand years. Be happy!”

“…If possible, I wanted to lie down like that for another ten thousand years. Like the skeletons buried deep underground. Forever.”

The black mage called Sabin shook his head with a bitter expression.

“Hah. Even after ten thousand years, you’re still a strange guy. Why do you live?”

Sabin sighed.

“Hekil. You don’t understand me. Just like I don’t understand you. So, give up on trying to understand. Veil-nim told you to do that too.”

“…I think he did.”

The black mage called Hekil tilted his head with a confused expression.

“Anyway, just mind your own business. Go play with that guy over there.”

“Aha.”

Hekil made an expression as if he had remembered, then immediately grinned.

“Hekil. Go bite him.”

“Oh. Bite him to death! Not a bad idea? Good. Bite him to death!”

Hekil laughed and kicked off the air.

Then, as if he was really going to bite his opponent, he flew forward with his mouth open and his head leading.

It was full of openings.

Swish-!

As expected, Hekil’s neck was cut off.

“…That idiot.”

It was natural that this would happen since he flew forward with only his head out without any preparation.

Sabin sighed with a pathetic expression.

“You’re calm even though your comrade died.”

Sein spoke to Sabin.

“Comrade? Who? Him?”

Sabin shook his head.

“Do you just become comrades with beasts?”

He looked genuinely disgusted.

“Animals can be comrades depending on the situation.”

“…Is that so? That’s a bit different from my thinking. I think beasts are just consumables.”

Sabin answered with an indifferent expression.

“Anyway, if it’s a difference in values, it means you didn’t treat me like the same beast. Then it’s fine.”

Sabin’s face, which had been momentarily filled with anger, returned to its original expressionless state.

“…Black mages are all abnormal.”

Sein frowned.

Black mages were all twisted somewhere.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Because I don’t seem to care that my comrade died? That’s a misunderstanding.”

Sabin pointed to Hekil’s neck.

“He didn’t die.”

Sein frowned and looked in that direction.

“Agh. Now that I think about it, if I fly with only my face out, I can’t block the attack.”

Hekil, who only had his neck left, was talking.

“Tsk. It seems like biting him to death will be difficult.”

It wasn’t just his neck that was moving.

The body that had its neck cut off was also moving as if nothing had happened.

It walked over and picked up its neck, then reattached it to its own neck.

Sein frowned.

It was a shocking sight.

“Interesting, right? He’s immortal. He doesn’t die no matter what you do.”

The regenerative power of black mages who have mastered body transformation magic is almost at the level of monsters.

If they reach the extreme of body transformation magic, they would gain regenerative power close to immortality, as they say.

But.

“I cut him with mana and killed him. There’s no way he can regenerate, immortal or not.”

Immortal or not, it’s meaningless without mana.

If you cut mana with a spirit sword, it cannot regenerate.

It was common sense.

“It doesn’t matter if you cut mana or not. Hekil’s immortality doesn’t work with mana…”

Sabin said indifferently.

“It’s a kind of curse.”

Sabin pointed to Hekil again.

“Tch. I don’t know. I give up on biting him.”

Hekil’s appearance slowly began to change.

Muscles swelling like balloons.

The entire body was expanding as if the skeleton itself was changing.

“I’ll just tear him to death.”

In that way, Hekil’s body transformed in an instant, becoming a monster-like figure.

A monster with an appearance that seemed to be a mix of several monsters.

“…Chimera?”

The appearance was exactly like the chimera that the Black Magic Tower had researched in the past.