Academy’S Gumiho Is A Magical Genius [EN]: Chapter 328

Academy Gumiho is a Magical Genius – Episode 328

Academy Gumiho is a Magical Genius 328

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The spell system I frequently use.

The Progenitor’s sorcery is basically a spell without side effects.

The entry difficulty is abnormally high, so even the basic sorcery I revealed in the past is being studied by the academic world to interpret and identify its structure. But from my perspective, who already has some knowledge of sorcery, it was just funny.

─Is it okay to use it? Frankly, from my point of view, it’s a barbaric method.

‘Perfect. There needs to be this much risk to call it sorcery.’

Basically, sorcery is based on the principle of equivalent exchange, where the price and result are clear. Thanks to this, sorcery exhibits ambiguous yet powerful power.

The Progenitor’s sorcery is her unique study and the origin of sorcery, which strives to drastically reduce the price and maintain the results as much as possible.

The only price to pay is magic power.

No matter how much magic power is consumed, it can be recovered naturally.

Only the “Progenitor’s Sorcery” is the only spell that can exert this much power in exchange for infinite resources, not finite ones.

While others offer their fingers, hair, or lifespan as a price, we alone offer magic power.

─……I’m uneasy.

However, it was inevitable that the result value would decrease due to the drastic reduction in price.

Even considering that, “Progenitor’s Sorcery” is powerful and efficient.

‘What I want right now isn’t efficiency.’

What I want right now is the power to wipe out the enemies.

Extreme power.

In sorcery, that soon means.

Extreme risk.

It is the same as saying that you will bear this.

This kind of reckless sorcery was a prominent part of the beastmen’s barbaric and primitive sorcery.

Tamamo evaluated this as her inferior version.

‘Well, there’s a big difference in level.’

In order to kill others with the sorcery of the beastmen, the user must also be prepared to give up their limbs.

A price corresponding to the result.

Extremely intuitive equivalent exchange.

On the other hand, her sorcery is systematic and complex.

It is an in-depth study that feels like numerous formulas and deep contemplation.

Extremely intuitive and primitive sorcery, and sorcery that is so elaborate and elegant that it makes you rack your brains even when compared to any modern study.

The two are clearly different.

I decided to find the intersection between the two.

─First of all, all the sorceries you requested came to the conclusion as expected.

I experimented with all the sorceries I knew on the Knights.

Powerful sorcery slowed down the Knights’ movements and took their lives, but sorcery that was not so effective did not affect the Knights’ movements at all.

The experiment ended only after increasing the sample to a whopping 67,014 people.

Afterwards, Tamamo organized the experiment and passed all this information through the path spiritually connected to me.

A vast amount of data entered my head in an instant.

It felt like my head was on fire.

I felt like my head and brain would really burn if I left it like this, so I instinctively organized the data. The neatly stacked data was quickly reorganized according to my subjectivity and standards, and began to leave various traces and inspirations.

As a result.

I found it.

‘Intersection.’

The sorcery of the beastmen and Tamamo’s sorcery.

I came up with a way to go back and forth between the two sorceries and only take the advantages.

The basic framework is the sorcery of the beastmen, and on top of that, the systematic formulas established by “Progenitor’s Sorcery” are stacked one by one.

If the beastman’s is wild.

If hers is elegant.

When the two are combined, an intense, yet elegant and dignified sorcery with a raw feel is born.

─……Uh.

Tamamo swallowed her breath as she looked at the new sorcery I created.

She paused for a moment and spat out the words that had been lingering in her mouth.

─Are you really going to use that?

The emotion that appeared on Tamamo’s face was shock.

It was shocking enough to create a new system of sorcery in this place, but what shocked Tamamo the most right now was not the new sorcery itself, but the principle by which the sorcery worked.

The mechanism of sorcery.

‘You can tell right away? I haven’t even explained it yet?’

─Do you think I can’t recognize something like this?

‘You’re really smart.’

─And it’s natural to recognize it. I organized all those samples.

‘Usually, you wouldn’t know even if you organized it several times without an explanation.’

A person’s head cannot draw conclusions just by organizing a sample once.

This is only possible because she is so smart.

─So, are you really going to do it?

‘Of course I’m going to do it. That’s why I asked for such a favor.’

─……I don’t know.

Tamamo closed her mouth, leaving behind the words to take responsibility for the aftermath.

Goodness. Anyone would think you’re usually responsible.

“……I’m going.”

I’m not talking to anyone else.

I’m talking to myself.

Borrowing a very small amount of magic power, I built a sorcery and constructed a very elaborate formula. On top of that, as the beastmen did.

I created a scale with a clear price and result.

The two scales are perfectly level.

The nerves in my feet were at stake for the price.

The weakening of the White Knight was at stake for the result.

Now, just as the White Knight was about to weaken by losing the sensation in my feet.

I built one more long passage like a drain next to the elaborately constructed formula. This was the key to the new sorcery I created.

If sorcery is about giving a result corresponding to the price.

Wouldn’t it be more efficient to pass on that price to others?

Sorcery was born from such a gangster-like idea.

If this succeeds, it will be a jackpot.

‘But there’s a condition.’

There was no such thing as omnipotence in the world.

The condition, like a detour I created to take the results entirely without paying the price, has a complexity equivalent to the price.

For example, the condition I set now is.

‘When the White Knight is no longer a ‘White’ Knight, the sorcery is executed without a price.’

There was such a somewhat subjective setting attached.

What does it mean to no longer be a White Knight?

From what point can he be considered no longer a White Knight?

There were many aspects that were difficult to calculate logically.

That’s why I created data by testing various sorceries on tens of thousands of Knights.

“In the end, I ended up covered in blood and guts.”

I led the White Knight to the most complex area on the battlefield.

As I led the White Knight to a place where corpses were scattered and he could die at any moment from a blind sword, he was naturally stained.

Perhaps it was because he only shot arrows from a distance.

Or perhaps it was because he always led the war to victory without a single wound with overwhelming power.

The White Knight, whose pure white armor had never been stained with mud or blood, lost its white color at that moment.

“It would be more appropriate to call him the Black Knight or the Red Knight.”

Having lost his pure white color, he was no longer the White Knight.

His movements, which had been directly affected by the sorcery, began to slow down noticeably. His movements and strength also weakened.

However, since it is a sorcery granted through a detour with various conditions attached, the effect is not absolute.

If the foreign substances on the White Knight’s armor are washed away with water and regain their pure white color, the sorcery that has not met the price loses its effect.

It is right to kill him quickly in this gap.

─The river that the Union uses as a water source is a bit far from here.

There was no place for the White Knight to wash off the mud and blood right now.

This place is the most chaotic place on the battlefield, the center of the fight.

The only moisture the White Knight could get was human blood.

The armor became more and more dirty due to the blood.

There was no way for him to wipe off the stains on his body.

“……A mere human!”

A voice echoing from inside the empty armor.

It was the White Knight’s voice, which could not be considered a human voice at all. He had not spoken until now because there was no need to speak.

The bugs under his command could be controlled with just thoughts, and he could give orders to the Knights under his command because of the relationship that had continued since he was a spirit.

For such a White Knight, vocal cords were unnecessary.

“You have wounded my mother’s body! What have you done to my body!”

But now.

The White Knight, unable to hold back the emotions rising in his chest, used his power, the wind, to vibrate the armor and create a voice.

“……!”

I can feel his silent anger.

But for some reason, I didn’t feel the need to answer that anger.

Because I felt like someone else had answered instead of me.

“…….”

“Don’t be arrogant! Even if I die in this land. My brothers will judge you! May the wrath of the Mother cover you!”

“…….”

Perhaps it was because my vision narrowed with the sorcery.

The White Knight didn’t seem to have time to see what was on his shoulder.

Thud.

Sharp thorns sprouted from the White Knight’s shoulder armor.

The severed upper body of an elf was stuck there.

When blood and guts stained his armor, the remaining corpse did not fall off his body and stuck to it. The corpse’s face was horribly mangled, but it was a face I knew.

“Stupid captain.”

The idiot captain who led a small number of elves.

His upper body, which I saw when I first came to this world, hung like an ornament on the White Knight’s armor.

It was a very disgusting sight, but for some reason, I felt a faint smile on the elf’s face in my eyes.

─Isn’t it just that the muscles are stiff from death?

‘Can’t you see it? That satisfied expression?’

Certainly, the dead elf’s smile may be rigor mortis.

But in my eyes, it could only be seen as a satisfied death.

After all, thanks to his corpse properly embedded in the shoulder armor, the White Knight’s armor was becoming increasingly contaminated with constantly flowing blood and flesh.

In a sense.

His death was like the final blade against the nemesis who destroyed all the nations belonging to the Union.

……Is this too much of an exaggerated interpretation?

‘Anyway, let’s kill him cleanly and take him.’

The White Knight’s movements, weakened by the curse, were so slow that it became easy to target his weaknesses. So much so that without breaking or taking off the armor.

Thud!

The seam of the armor.

It was enough to put a sword into that small gap and cleanly destroy the core.

Thump!

The huge armor slumped down.

The overwhelming feeling and the fierce wind like a storm that I felt from him were no longer felt.

The armor here now is just a lump of metal that makes a clanging noise every time the fragments of the halved bead inside rattle when transported.

“Let’s see.”

Shall I lift it once?

“Ugh!”

I lifted the White Knight’s remaining armor, in other words, the spoils of war, as a whole.

And carrying it, I moved my steps to the Union’s leadership.

To prove and boast about my achievements.

To let the civilians know that I killed the White Knight who made you tremble with fear.

I walked around the Union, lifting the White Knight like a triumphant general.

Behind me, the soldiers followed silently as if possessed by something.

The fact that the Spirit King of Wind, one of the former Spirit Kings who had never been defeated in the past 10 years, was killed by a man spread like wildfire.

With this one fight.

The Union’s view of me has completely changed.

Now, I have gained the power to exert absolute influence in the Union, if not absolute power.

By the way.

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been recognized for my strength and achievements like this.’

In the past, I was only evaluated by my force and the mountain of corpses I built through it.

Recently, I have been evaluated more often only by my skills and achievements.

Ah, come to think of it.

‘I wonder how they are doing while I’m away?’

I wondered for a moment, but they must be eating well, playing well, and sleeping well.

They are kids who live well without their dad anyway.

I don’t need to worry.

“Mom? When is Dad coming? Huh? When is he coming?”

“……Dad.”

“……Was parenting always this hard?”

It’s obvious without looking.

They must be doing well.

I’m worried that they’re doing too well.

Really, I don’t know who’s worrying about whom.

‘My body is already not feeling well because of the newly created sorcery.’

I wasn’t going to think about it because I felt like I was going to faint after using that sorcery once at the end. It’s an excessive worry.

I should just worry about myself.