Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 1132

The wreckage of the airship lay completely destroyed in the middle of the concert hall.

The ground heaved like a wave, violently shaking and collapsing the audience seats.

Sirens blared overhead. Red warning lights flashed in the corridors and ceilings.

No one could remain in the concert hall after witnessing the devastation with their own eyes.

“Pandemonium has committed a terrorist attack!!”

“It’s a bomb! They’re trying to blow up the stadium!!”

“Save me!! I want to get out, I want out!!!”

“Aaaaaaah!!!”

Tens of thousands of spectators screamed and rushed towards the emergency exits, scrambling to escape.

A countless number of people crowded the corridors, pushing and trampling each other.

“Don’t push!! I said don’t push!!”

“Get out of my way! I’m getting out first!!”

People, driven by fear, confusion, and the desire to live, lost their minds and created a scene of utter chaos.

Screams echoed from all directions, and people fell and tumbled everywhere.

Normally, in such chaos, there should have been a massive number of casualties from being crushed or trampled to death.

But surprisingly, no one died among those who were pushed or trampled.

“Huh, what?”

“Why, why am I still alive?”

A middle-aged man who had fallen headfirst from the stands tilted his head in bewilderment.

A woman who had been trampled by the crowd trembled and struggled to get up.

“I-I’m alive, that’s what matters.”

“It doesn’t hurt much? Now that it’s like this, maybe I’ll stay and watch….”

“You idiot, run away quickly. You need to live!!”

Those who should have died started to leave the stadium late, fleeing for their lives.

A bizarre scene where the casualties that should have occurred immediately after the terror attack seemed to be suppressed by some unseen arrangement.

“Remarkable,”

The clown in the VIP seats chuckled as he watched the scene, then turned his gaze.

The clown looked at Antares, who was sitting with his arms crossed behind the seats, and asked.

“Did you foresee this and order Freya to cast a blessing?”

That was the first condition Antares had put forward when he participated in this operation as a seer [a person who can see the future].

It was to let Freya choose the type of musical spell she would use in the performance.

The reason why Antares had left his seat just before the concert started and met with Lenok was because of that.

“Freya will sing five songs before the first intermission of the concert.”

Antares replied.

“If she puts a buff [a temporary increase in power or ability] of musical spell into all five songs, it’s possible to dramatically increase the physical durability of civilians, even if only for a short time.”

“Oh?”

“We can completely suppress the casualties that occur during the evacuation process.”

Antares quietly said, watching the backs of the people running out of the stadium.

“All I asked Freya was to cast a mental buff so that people wouldn’t be traumatized in the process.”

“Oh, I see.”

The reason why Freya put musical spells into all five songs she sang at the start of the concert was simple.

To grant increased physical abilities and mental barriers to all the spectators who gathered in the stadium before the incident occurred.

She had taken care to prevent meaningless casualties or trauma from occurring during the evacuation process.

It was almost impossible for the audience not to fall into chaos at the point when the terror attack occurred and evacuation was advised.

That’s why Antares had advised Freya from the start to use her musical spells to their full potential to protect people.

Freya had also readily accepted the request for the sake of those who had come to see her performance.

The clown, who had been listening to Antares with his chin in his hand, tilted his head.

“The more I hear, the less I understand. Are you sure you were colleagues with that Kraken Asilus?”

“……”

“I don’t think someone as boring and lukewarm as you would have gotten along well with that person.”

Antares was one of the war mercenaries who had gone on the pilgrimage with Kraken Asilus.

It was well known that they had given up on their adventure at the end of that journey and eventually parted ways.

But not many people knew what kind of relationship the two people, who had been closer than anyone else, had maintained.

How could Antares, who cared about the lives of civilians even in this situation, and that monster who did not distinguish between good and evil, have been together?

“Artren Kijad.”

But instead of answering that question, Antares quietly called out the clown’s name.

He looked at the clown, who was smiling with a calm gaze, and said.

“If you are a heretic who manipulates the illusion of myriad changes, you should be able to understand.”

“……”

“You admire the same nature as me, but conversely, you yearn for the deficiencies I don’t have. You look at the same thing but are drawn to different things.”

Antares raised his gaze.

“It’s impossible to know which side is the right answer. Even setting such a standard is meaningless. Everything is different depending on the time and situation, and it must be different.”

For what reason did Antares part ways with Kraken at the end of the pilgrimage?

Why did he fail in that journey and gain the ability to foresee the future?

There were many stories, but at least Antares did not seem to resent Kraken.

“Hmm, boring.”

The clown leaned back in his chair and said listlessly.

“You answer differently every time, but don’t you think you’re just going around in circles and saying the same thing?”

“I suppose so. Even if the types are different, all seers are people who have seen a failed ending in advance.”

Antares agreed.

“That’s why I want a future that I haven’t foreseen. Even if it’s in the form of participating in a false destruction-”

Antares said, looking at the apostle rampaging in the distance with a cold gaze.

“It wouldn’t compare to the salvation that the Order seeks.”

“……Hee.”

Antares’s words, which seemed difficult to grasp at first glance, were spoken with conviction.

But even after hearing those words, the clown tilted his head with a bright smile.

“Well? In my opinion, your way seems more dangerous.”

“……”

“But well, that’s fine. I really like gambling on the future. The moment this star falls into hell will be quite a sight, wouldn’t it?”

The clown chuckled, then slowly grabbed the armrest and got up from his seat.

The clown, staggering to regain his balance, walked out of the VIP seats.

“Sigh, let’s see.”

The clown rubbed his white-painted face and turned his gaze.

The spectators were crowded on the outskirts of the stadium, fleeing out of the concert hall.

Victor and the 5th Apostle were moving and colliding in the center of the broken stage.

Crackling…!!!

And dozens of spatial rifts opened like zippers all around the concert hall.

From beyond the rifts, hundreds of Order followers in priestly robes descended.

“It seems the new priestess who recently took office in the Order is quite capable.”

The clown smirked as he watched the priests start praying in various parts of the stadium.

“If they’ve already restored the 10th Apostle’s scales spell, things will get a bit troublesome.”

[Revere]

[Obey]

[Pray]

[Worship]

The mouths and jaws of the priests, who were praying with solemn expressions, were grotesquely split and wriggled like octopus legs.

A forbidden technique that used the power of Camrodal, the 8th Apostle of the Order, to increase the output of the priests’ faith and prayer spells.

As a result, the priests’ bodies were already transforming into monstrous beings that were no longer human.

The priests, who were praying in low voices, looked at the clown without any emotion.

“I have a rough idea of what you’re trying to do.”

The clown nodded as he stared at the prayer spells the priests were using.

The clown took a step towards the priests and said to Antares.

“It seems like I’ll have to use ‘it’ once, so please prepare. You can do it, right?”

“As I said, the moments when I can intervene are limited.”

Antares replied quietly.

“But if it has to be now, I’ll cooperate.”

“Of course. Don’t you know that being unnecessarily stingy will screw you over?”

Click!!

The moment he spun his hand, a dagger with a twisted blade was held in reverse in the clown’s right hand.

Swoosh…!!

The clown slowly raised the dagger, tilted his head, and drew up his magic power.

“Ha, to have to smell so much blood from the middle of the day…”

The clown’s eyes, who sighed quietly, sparkled like a child’s.

“That’s why I can’t quit this job. Shall we go right now?”

* * *

Center of the stadium. Outside the stage that was half-destroyed by the airship crash.

Lenok and the old man’s figures rapidly crossed paths between the broken lighting stands.

Whoosh!!!

Lenok’s figure accelerated low, using magic threads to hook onto the debris and pull himself forward.

Each time he pulled the magic threads, his speed increased, creating shockwaves as if he were flying close to the ground.

Kwaaaaah!!!

A sonic boom erupted as if a fighter jet was sweeping across the ground.

The shockwave grazed the audience seats, smashing them and scattering debris everywhere.

Lenok increased his speed by accelerating through the outer stairways using only the manipulation of magic threads.

The old man’s figure was running and catching up to Lenok using only the power of his two legs.

Thud thud thud!!!

He ran vertically up the wall and swung his iron sword.

Each time the old man’s hand flashed, the sword light bent and slashed the surroundings diagonally.

The 5th Apostle’s figure accelerated by using the force of the sword strikes as a counter-repulsion.

Amidst the pouring sonic booms, Lenok glanced back.

‘He’s tricky. He knows how to adjust to keep the distance from widening.’

The fifth apostle of the Order. He was even a swordsman from the Cabahim Knights.

Even if he looked quite old, he was definitely a high-level physical ability user.

He had tried to increase his speed to widen the distance, but the opponent was freely accelerating and keeping up with him, holding only a single sword.

‘I have no choice.’

The clown and the Order priests had already started fighting in the distance.

There was no point in dragging things out without Antares’s intervention. It would be better to somehow twist the current situation.

Thinking that, Lenok flew towards the lower part of the audience seats and turned his body.

Screech!!!

He had used drugs to paralyze his inner ear and other balance senses.

The recoil on his body was being dealt with by barriers and protection spells, and he was maneuvering his body with magic threads.

Crack!!

A sign hanging between the stands was split in half, and Lenok landed on it.

The moment his black robe rotated, the surrounding magic threads were pulled taut, following his movement.

All sorts of equipment, including speakers and amplifiers placed around the stage, were torn off and spun like a storm.

Kwoooooh!!!!

The tension and elasticity of the magic threads tore off the amplifiers and accelerated them to subsonic speeds.

The moment Lenok clenched his fist, the trajectory of the speakers and amplifiers changed. They were slammed down like cannonballs towards the old man.

Kwa kwa kwa kwang!!!

They pounded the spot where the old man was standing, unleashing a series of impacts like a bombardment.

“The precision of your magic manipulation and spell operation is astonishing. You are by far the best spellcaster I have ever faced.”

Eldrich, who walked out from the center of the blast, smiled at Lenok.

“But no matter how excellent your senses are, you cannot defeat me with such objects. Haven’t you chosen the wrong means?”

“……”

“If you can only handle such a tricky medium like magic threads in that way, then there’s nothing more to see.”

With that, the old man slowly raised his sword.

“First, I’ll cut off those hands so you can’t use them-”

At that moment, the old man stopped speaking as he realized that his hands were not moving.

The magic threads that had sprung up from the debris of the broken equipment were already tightly binding the old man’s arms….

“I’ve faced Cabahim knights and royalty a few times.”

Lenok said from behind his mask.

“Perhaps because they are confident in their own senses and martial prowess, they are surprisingly susceptible to these kinds of tricks.”

Screech…!!!

The strands of magic threads, woven like ropes, bound the old man’s arms and were wrapped several times around the debris.

A technique that used the surrounding debris as supports to suppress movement with the powerful tension unique to magic threads.

It was a skill that was executed so secretly that even Eldrich, an apostle of the Order, could not perceive it.

The moment the old man, who had instantly understood everything, was about to say something in admiration.

A thick steel bar that had flown from behind the old man was hammered in like a javelin at tremendous speed.

Bang!!!

Crack!!!

“……!!!”

The impact was so strong that Eldrich’s waist momentarily bent in the opposite direction.

Lenok tilted his head as he watched the scene.

“It’s also the case that if you mix up the high and low points of spell output to confuse them, it’s easy to misjudge the power.”

It was not difficult for Lenok to increase the weight or durability of an object manipulated by magic threads.

The reason he hadn’t done so until now was to see what kind of fighting style the 5th Apostle in front of him had.

“……I see. It seems you shouldn’t try to analyze a manipulator carelessly.”

The kind smile that had been on the old man’s face had disappeared.

Eldrich, with a serious expression, slowly adjusted his top hat as he gripped his sword again.

“I apologize. It’s been so long since I’ve been on the battlefield that I seem to have forgotten my senses.”

“……”

“I’ll do it properly from now on.”

Kwaaang!!!

The old man’s figure moved at an incredible speed, as if he had been pulled out of his spot.

A bizarre sight with one arm bound by Lenok’s magic threads and a broken piece of steel bar stuck in his back.

But the moment he reached maximum speed from a standstill was unbelievably fast.

Kwa kwa kwa kwa!!!

Broken pieces of machinery scattered from all directions.

In the storm of screws and steel bars, Lenok and Eldrich’s shadows moved simultaneously.

Kaga gagak!!!

The black magic threads, bent sharply like a whip, cut through Eldrich’s collar.

The magic thread rope that bound Eldrich’s right arm squeezed his muscles tightly.

Pieces of steel bar fell like rain from above. Stage equipment, including speakers, exploded one after another below his feet.

But Eldrich, with his left hand gripping his sword, cut through all the checks and advanced forward.

Bang!

Instead of cutting off Lenok’s magic threads that were squeezing his right arm, he grabbed them tightly and pulled.

He cut through the falling steel bars and magic threads, closed the distance in an instant, and spun his sword once.

[Taihoe Sword Chain] [A specific sword technique]

[3rd Style: Battle Encirclement]

[Sword Blossom]

Woo woong…!!

With a strange resonance, a dazzling sword light bloomed like flower petals in front of Lenok’s eyes.

The sharply rotating sword blossoms cut through and deflected all matter and magic that approached.

The blade that extended from the center of the petals shot towards Lenok’s solar plexus at tremendous speed.

Whoosh!!

A gap in sensation that Lenok could not even react to with his naked eye.

But even if his body could not react, Lenok’s consciousness and magic threads did.

Chwarararak!!!

Thousands of magic threads spread out in all directions, wrapped around the blade in a spiral, and pulled it in the opposite direction.

While being cut off by the sharp edge, the magic threads clung to each other, entangled, and intertwined.

The blade stopped, strangely twisted, right in front of Lenok’s chest.

Screech…!!!

“Oh dear.”

The old man smiled wryly from behind the faded sword blossoms.

“Was one step not enough? A regrettable thing.”

“No, it was excellent.”

Lenok said, raising his hand.

A screw that had been scattering overhead flew into Lenok’s hand.

“It was more than enough for an apostle who hasn’t regained his senses for long.”

“……”

“Then, shall we now confirm the identity of your apostle spell that made such a thing possible?”

Whoosh!!

The screw in Lenok’s hand was fired. It pierced the old man’s forehead precisely.

The old man tilted his head back from the recoil, and the top hat he had been wearing fell off.

The moment the top hat, which had never fallen off his head even during the fierce battle, was removed.

“……I see.”

Lenok smiled wryly as he confirmed what was hidden inside the top hat.

“If you’re growing something like that inside your head, it seems difficult to hide it with a hat.”

“It is a bit uncomfortable.”

There was no scalp or hair on the old man’s head.

Instead, another human face was embedded upside down on his head, looking down at Lenok.

The grotesquely distorted second face was holding the screw that Lenok had fired with its teeth.

The old man, with two faces on one head, smiled as he looked at Lenok.

“But it’s fine. If I can buy time with this body, that’s enough.”

“……”

“If I can eliminate the biggest competitor in obtaining the [Gate] of the Royal Capital, that wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

Lenok also knew what those words meant.

At this very moment, the clown and the Order priests were still fighting in the VIP seats of the stadium.

The clown’s body, which was wielding a dagger and cutting off the priests’ necks, was soaked in blood.

Thud!!

As he twisted and cut off a priest’s neck, sticky blood poured out between the dagger.

He dodged the pouring light of prayer spells by a hair’s breadth and stabbed the dagger into their crowns.

Every time he sprinted through the collapsed audience seats with a twisted dagger, blood splattered from all directions.

Kaga gagak!!!

While dodging the pouring pale flashes, he ran and grabbed the corpse of a dead priest as a shield.

Each time, the flesh on the clown’s forearms and shoulders split open, and blood seeped through his clothes.

“Ouch.”

Poosh!!

He was not only being injured by the priests’ attacks, but also by his own movements.

The backlash of the luck manipulation that he had to recover from in a bath of blood was still eating away at the clown’s body.

The muscles and flesh all over his body were splitting and tearing, and the clown’s whole body was stained as if he had been covered in blood.

If he continued to fight like this, it wouldn’t be strange if even the wounds that had barely healed would reopen and he would self-destruct.

“Haa……”

But even as he looked down at his blood-soaked body, the clown sighed as if he was satisfied.

“I like this dizziness that comes right before exsanguination [severe blood loss]. In my experience, it’s much better than any drug.”

“You’re insane……”

One of the priests couldn’t help but mutter.

The figures of the Order priests, who had transformed into grotesque beings, slowly surrounded him.

Their mouths and jaws wriggled like octopus legs, looking at him with bizarre gazes.

This situation where he was surrounded without a way out inside the inner corridor of the stadium.

“Well, I think I’ve waited long enough.”

But the clown swept back his blood-soaked hair and turned his gaze towards the VIP seats.

The clown tilted his head as he looked at Antares, who was closing his eyes and lost in thought.

“You know why I brought you here. Isn’t it about time you did your part?”

“Luck always comes closer in unexpected moments.”

Antares said, leaning back in his seat.

“It takes more time to forcibly twist it and bring it forward… but it’s done.”

Antares, who slowly opened his eyes, looked at the clown and said briefly.

“Throw.”

“Haha!!”

At that moment, the clown thrust his hand, which was not holding the dagger, into his chest.

The clown, holding seven dice between his five fingers, turned his body without hesitation.

Clatter!!

Before the priests could react, the seven dice fell to the ground in an instant.

The moment the seven blood-stained cubic dice scattered in all directions and, as if by agreement, showed the same number.

[6] [6] [6] [6] [6] [6] [6]

Kwaaaaaaang!!!!

With a shimmering haze, a powerful burst of light exploded from the clown’s entire body.

“Aaaaaaah!!!”

The bodies of the priests, who were screaming and flying away, were torn apart like paper in the air.

Pieces of flesh and limbs, scattered and splattered with blood, poured down like hot rain.

In the pouring rain of blood, the clown stood with his arms outstretched, his eyes closed.

“Hmm, the numbers are a bit disappointing, but today isn’t the only day, so shall we be satisfied with this?”

Splash!!

The moment he took a step into the pool of blood, the wounds engraved on the clown’s entire body began to heal as if by a lie.

No, the wounds had not actually healed.

It was just that the clown had used his illusion to make it appear that way.

But that illusion deceives not only others but even the clown himself, and in the end, it even deceives this reality.

The clown, who slowly opened his eyes, took a step forward towards the priests and gave a ghostly smile.

“This body, resurrected.”