Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 1159

End of Fate (11)

World Law 10.

Lennok understood the meaning of the concept unfolding before him the moment he opened the Mandala [a symbolic representation of power].

The transcendental magic, the origin of the [Fate Weaver’s Scale: Extreme Art 5 Law], the grimoire he obtained during the mid-term settlement in the Demon Realm.

A unique transcendental magic system that only existed within the settings of WORLD lay dormant within the Mandala.

‘This is—’

In the Archive’s memories, wasn’t ‘that’ referring to the Mandala when he mentioned the final insurance?

Or was World Law 10 used to preserve the remains of the dead god within the Mandala?

In the first place, the formula of World Law 10 shouldn’t even be a concept that exists in the third world.

In the fleeting moment when he opened the Mandala, countless thoughts flashed through Lennok’s mind.

Immediately after, a powerful surge of noise swept through Lennok’s mind, enough to obliterate all those worries.

Kwaaaahhh-!!!!

“……!!!!”

A tremendous amount of information flooded his head, swelling as if it would burst.

Not a memory, but an engraving. Not storage, but modification.

It forcibly inserted incomprehensible information that could not be put into words into his head.

“Ugh……!!”

Pajijik……!!!!

Auditory hallucinations, like his eardrums were exploding, rang out, and his five senses faded.

His vision shook violently in red, and Lennok staggered back for a moment.

“……Everything you have done since you came to the royal capital has exceeded my expectations.”

Aron, who had been watching the scene with an expressionless face, showed a flicker of agitation for the first time.

“Could it be that you are trying to forcibly acquire the compositional principles of the Mandala by directly interpreting them?”

“……!!”

“No, even so… it’s impossible.”

Aron looked down at Lennok with a chilling expression.

“The fact that you attempted something that I couldn’t do even by sacrificing thousands of humans and borrowing the knowledge of the Archive, without any preparation, and are still this fine?”

Woo-oo-oong……!!

At the same time as Aron took a step, a frozen frost ring rotated behind him.

Emitting a coldness that froze even space, Aron shouted with a distorted face.

“Are you truly saying that you have received the blessing of a god!!!”

He grabbed the coldly frozen air and swung it directly at Lennok.

The moment a chilling wave of coldness exploded above Lennok’s head, who had lowered it.

A powerful surge of noise enveloped Lennok and surged, devouring Aron’s magic power as it was.

Fussuck!!

“……!!!!”

A bizarre and awkward cracking sound, like an apple being crushed. Aron stepped back with a hardened face.

The ominous glow of noise flickered around Lennok, as if a screen was being crushed.

A sense of incongruity, as if an error was occurring because it could not output ‘something’ within it with the information of this world.

However, Lennok instinctively realized that this was the power of World Law 10, which constitutes the Mandala.

Just by organizing and accepting this concept in his head, Lennok becomes complete and flawless.

The moment he goes through the process of understanding and acquiring the principle, he rejects and blocks all external forces.

Not only when using it directly, but even in the moment of learning and acquiring it, the remnants of transcendence approach perfection.

But-

Pat!!

Lennok, who had thought that far, used Blink [a short-range teleportation spell] to accelerate forward. He directly rammed into Aron.

He broke through the gap with space transfer, striking the lower part of his elbow to break his balance.

A storm of coldness burst out diagonally, stopping both Lennok and Aron’s bodies at the same time.

Aron’s expression turned cold as he saw Lennok’s magic power manipulating his body like a puppet.

“A pathetic trick… are you trying to fight me without using the Mandala?”

“That’s not the issue.”

Lennok breathed heavily from behind his mask.

“This… isn’t just a simple formula or power. It’s closer to a much more dangerous proof.”

An incomprehensible law that even Lennok, who possessed transcendental magical talent, could not properly accept.

However, ironically, Lennok had a similar experience not long ago.

The runaway electric magic that escaped Lennok’s control. The causality of lightning that reached the boundary of level 9.

The moment he held the Mandala in his hand, Lennok realized that he would not be able to control it.

And he even understood that it was because it had reached a much higher level than Lennok himself.

World Law 10. The meaning of the tenth number that does not exist anywhere in this world.

It was the proof of the tenth existence that might exist beyond the nine transcendences that a seeker could reach.

It was a message that implied an uncharted miracle that no one had reached but clearly existed.

“I see now why the Mandala is called insurance…”

Lennok manipulated his magic power, moving his creaking body and muttering with difficulty.

“This was, from the beginning… something that even ‘he’ couldn’t perfectly handle…”

Perhaps Lennok’s recognition of the Mandala should have come later than now.

At least, it might have been designed so that he could recognize the arrangement left by him only after reaching an equal level with Bangung himself.

However, because Lennok drank the elixir of ascension in Kundara and tasted his branch point by a shortcut.

Because he was looking into the origin of someone who was Lennok himself. Lennok was facing memories not originally allowed in the Archive and standing here.

The knack and knowledge he gained by conducting the ascension ritual in Kundara. If it weren’t for the memories of researching Extreme Art 5 Law, he would have been swept away without being able to do anything.

“You can’t even control your own body properly, yet you speak so well.”

Aron sneered.

“I’ll start by smashing that annoying mask.”

“Hoo…!!”

Lennok thought, exhaling heavily.

‘Aron isn’t in normal condition yet either. At least now…!’

Aron’s frost ring is a forbidden weapon made from the remains of a dead god.

It is proof that he forcibly obtained power that was not originally allowed by using the knowledge of the Archive.

However, it was also an undeniable fact that Aron’s condition was unstable because he had just finished the process.

The fact that he attempted a melee fight without using the weapon he had just obtained was the basis for that assumption.

If so-

Paang!!

From the remains of a giant knight, on the arm placed on the throne, Lennok and Aron moved simultaneously.

At a distance close enough for their shadows to overlap, the two’s arms and hands collided and intertwined.

Clang!

Thudududuk!!

He deflected Aron’s falling fist to the side, and struck his ribs with his elbow.

He stepped on his ankle, kicked his knee to push him away, and deflected a fist aimed at his solar plexus.

The magic power that bound Lennok’s body rampaged, and the two’s hands crossed in the air at tremendous speed.

Subtle shockwaves burst out dozens of times in a row, and their clothes fluttered wildly.

Thududududu!!!

“Not bad!!”

In the midst of the chaotic melee, Aron’s fist grabbed and severed Lennok’s magic power.

The moment he received a reverse strike aimed at his temple and kicked Lennok in the stomach.

Puh-uh-uh-ung!!!

Lennok’s new body, which had fallen from the remains of a cold comet, was buried and tumbled in the snow.

If he hadn’t used the magic power he had set up in advance to catch his body, his spine would have been broken.

Aron, who had landed in front of Lennok, who was coughing, asked.

“For a mage, you have quite the skill. Have you ever learned martial arts?”

“Ugh……!!”

“Your judgment and reaction speed are excellent, but your innate vessel is inferior, so you cannot contain martial talent.”

Kwajik!!

Aron, who had stepped on Lennok’s shoulder, coldly declared.

“To try to compete with me knowing that it is a fight you cannot win, your mindset is commendable. But that’s it.”

“…….”

It wasn’t wrong.

Because what Bangung left in the Mandala was a concept that was more absurd than he had thought, he had been distracted by it.

But what was even more surprising was that Aron understood the true meaning of the Mandala to some extent.

If so, then the reason is-

“From the beginning, you never intended to give up on either side…”

Lennok coughed dryly and raised his gaze.

“The remains of the dead god… the Mandala… you intended to get them both directly.”

“Sometimes, in order to obtain the vessel, you must first take the contents.”

Aron nodded.

“Knowing that the existence of the Mandala has a greater meaning… unlike you, I simply did not mistake the order.”

“…….”

“The remains of a god and the remnants of an ascendant. By painting the two sides of fate with the two most twisted meanings in this world, I will reach transcendence.”

Aron said, raising the frost ring that was flashing behind him.

“And thus, I will finally obtain the qualification to access all the knowledge of the Archive.”

Aron told Lennok that his goal was to process the remains of the dead god into a forbidden weapon, but from the beginning, he had no intention of giving up on anything.

In order to approach the Mandala, he needed Bangung’s bloodline or a forbidden weapon made from him as a material, so he tried to make a gauntlet in the basement of the castle.

However, the moment Lennok appeared in the royal capital, there was no need to do so, so he abandoned his existing plan and entered the sanctuary using the [Back Door].

Although things got twisted when Lennok discovered his intentions along the way, he had reached the point just before success as a result.

The frost ring made from the remains of a dead god. Even Lennok’s existence, which was necessary to approach the Mandala.

All of Aron’s plans were a process to obtain the qualification to freely access the Archive.

“The Archive is a repository of knowledge that remains even after the end, and it is like a blueprint for the ‘Empire,’ so there are ways and technologies to save the world there.”

Aron said, taking his foot off Lennok’s shoulder.

“Ars Nova failed to execute it and perished, but I will use that knowledge to do what they dreamed of outside the continent.”

“…Outside the continent.”

“The fate of the world has become too dependent on this continent. I will create new possibilities outside the continent.”

Gooooooo!!!

Aron raised his head, looking at the golden light spreading from beyond the snowy field.

“Outside the continent that even the Empire could not conquer, I will establish a new foundation and take the empty throne.”

Only then could Lennok understand why the knights and royals of Kabahim were exiled and abandoned like that.

Just as the commander of the 10th Knight Order had made him a person from outside the continent, Aron was trying to secure Kabahim’s lacking talents from outside the continent.

“That’s a very grand dream.”

However, even while understanding that fact, Lennok sneered at Aron.

“If there was such an easy solution, the central city wouldn’t have been destroyed so futilely. Aren’t you mistaken?”

“…….”

“The Archive is not a blueprint to save the world. The Emperor wouldn’t have been such a benevolent savior either.”

Lennok, staggering to his feet, said, breathing heavily.

“In this world… from the beginning, such a convenient method did not exist.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

Aron turned to look at Lennok with an expressionless face.

“That answer is right in front of you. Isn’t the material to obtain the Mandala right here?”

“…….”

“The gauntlet you possess, and the manipulation formula you use. Either one is fine. Either one is good.”

Slowly, Aron turned his steps and muttered, raising his magic power.

“The fact that you are the closest connection to Bangung in this world is all that matters at this moment…!”

“You’re talking as if you’ve already succeeded in something you haven’t even tried yet.”

Lennok chuckled and slowly clasped his hands together.

“Say those words after you kill me.”

“You’re wrong, bloodline.”

Aron said, raising his hand.

“From now on, I will not even allow you the opportunity to choose between life and death.”

He wouldn’t give him a chance to use the manipulation formula.

The moment Aron rotated the frost ring to bury Lennok in ice.

A clown who appeared next to him swung his foot towards Aron’s temple.

“Surprise~”

Jjeo-eo-eo-eong!!!

Appearing from the empty air, he launched a preemptive strike, kicking his head after already accelerating.

However, even though Aron recognized the clown’s surprise attack, he did not even react to block him.

In the blink of an eye, the ice that covered Aron’s head blocked the clown’s kick like a helmet.

Aron, with a cold glint in his eyes, and the clown’s figure turned in different directions simultaneously.

The two transcendents exchanged blows in the air at an incredible speed, more than a dozen times.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Even Lennok, who was quickly retreating and administering a painkiller, was momentarily impressed by the extremely high level of skill being exchanged.

Each time they exchanged punches and kicks at an invisible speed, cannon-like roars erupted in succession.

The clown, who was spinning his body flamboyantly in the air without barely touching the ground, and Aron, who was receiving all of those attacks without moving an inch.

“Hyaaa!”

With a strange shout, the clown’s right arm, which was gripping a fist, swelled grotesquely.

The moment Aron received the swollen giant’s fist with an expressionless face, the clown’s balloon-like muscle exploded on the spot.

From within, hundreds of butterflies flew up and self-destructed, emitting light all around Aron.

Kwaaaang!!!

“This is insane.”

The clown muttered with a dumbfounded expression, seeing Aron unharmed in the explosion.

“And this is without even properly using your full power?”

“A conjurer of Pandemonium. The clown of Tokerphz, is it?”

Aron, turning his gaze to the clown, spoke with a cold look.

“I, too, have experienced what happened in the well.”

“…So, if I run away now, will you let me go?”

“I cannot let a conjurer who has reached the realm of reality manipulation live.”

Crack…!!

Aron’s arm was enveloped in cold frost and transformed into pure white armor.

“I will crush your head.”

Following Aron’s right arm, which had been armored, endless magic power swirled along the frost ring.

The moment a huge wave of frost was fired as if to pierce through the clown’s figure.

“Summoning Art.”

Lennok, clasping his hands together, finished his incantation and raised his gaze.

“The tailor of the imaginary dimension.”

Crack!!

The space split open, and eight arms popped out, grabbing and widening the crack.

[Kikikiki…!!]

The hook-nosed giant, who emerged with a sinister laugh, wrapped a magic thread around the clown’s neck and pulled.

With a snap, the clown’s body was pulled backward and slammed into the snowfield at Lennok’s feet.

Kwaaaang!!!!

The wave of frost, barely missing the clown, swept through the sanctuary and exploded.

The space-time of the golden sanctuary tilted greatly, and the huge walls and ceilings collapsed.

Amidst the cracks and fragments that were scattered here and there, intense presences were approaching one by one.

Thump, thump…!!

The heavy armor shook with each step. The cold air that was emitted from the gaps as they moved.

Each knight order had a different shape, each forged sharply and dully in a blue form.

Wearing angular helmets that covered their faces, they marched through the snowy field, their dark cloaks fluttering.

The knights of the nation of Kabahim. The elite of the Ten Knights Order, composed only of high-ranking knights.

Is it possible that the core force of the knights, whose power had been dispersed throughout the sanctuary, were all returning at once?

‘I asked Agneta to fill the magic threads before starting the operation, but I’m not in perfect condition.’

Lennok glanced at the tailor as he watched the knights approaching from beyond the fog.

A special type of artificial summon, the tailor of the imaginary dimension. An auxiliary tool of manipulation techniques created by imitating Agneta’s abilities.

However, because it was used up to the bottom once in Tokerphz, it is not fully charged.

Lennok, receiving the magic threads that the tailor was pulling out, quickly looked around.

‘I can only use it once. Then-‘

“Victor, are you alright?”

Thud!

At that moment, the clown popped his head out of the snowfield at Lennok’s feet.

His whole body buried in the snow like a snowball, he was licking the snow off his face in a comical manner.

“I bought you some time, but you don’t look so good.”

“I’m not particularly hurt, so don’t worry about it.”

“Hehe, that’s a relief then.”

The clown turned his head and looked at the king, who was engulfed in a blizzard in the distance.

“It seems a bit daunting to face that alone.”

“……”

Gooooooo!!!!

The form of a huge frost ring, growing as it absorbs all the cold and magic power in the sanctuary.

Each time the frozen frost ring rotated, Aron’s body froze in place and was enveloped in ice armor.

Losing his human form and transforming into an incarnation of ice, an infinite amount of magic power enveloped his body and soared.

The intense presence of the frozen white knight, changing form while wearing the frost ring like a halo.

“The magic power… it’s endless.”

Lennok muttered quietly as he watched the scene.

“Is that the power of the forbidden weapon made from the remains of a god?”

“It’s one of the unique possessions of the gods of the outer seas.”

The clown shrugged his shoulders.

“They draw power from a different timeline, not the present, so there is no consumption value. They say they are drawing power from the stars they have already destroyed in the past.”

“…Drawing power from a star that has already been destroyed?”

“The reason why you can create a forbidden weapon from the remains of a dead god and use its power, even if it’s clumsy, is because the power source exists in the ‘past’ in the first place.”

The clown, who was rolling out of the snow as if swimming, answered.

“However, that frost ring has a vague form for a forbidden weapon. I think it’s because they didn’t properly process the remains of the god, but only processed the remnants of the soul, which resulted in that form.”

“……”

Was that why the remains of the frozen knight were left behind, even though Aron had made the power of a god into a forbidden weapon?

But Lennok was thinking more about the explanation the clown had just given about how the outer gods wielded power.

Drawing power from a different timeline, not the present.

The method of passing on the consumption value to the existing past, to the destroyed stars-

“The remains of a god who died long ago. If they only processed the soul and not the body, the ability would only be to imitate a fragment of the outer god…”

The clown, who was kneading a snowball and rubbing it on his face as if massaging it, said.

“After all, we can’t take that without killing Aron Baiger, right?”

The reason why Aron Baiger Kabahim hadn’t moved since earlier must have been to gather the power of the frost ring.

Once the stabilization process is complete, he will begin to wield the power of the cold comet in earnest to ‘preserve’ Lennok’s existence.

That was also the reason why he laid his hands on the remains of the god first, rather than the mandala [a symbolic diagram used in rituals].

If he had to move first, the only chance was now.

“It’s the same as in Tokerphz.”

Lennok sneered.

“Shall we do our own thing again this time?”

“No. I’ll match my pace to Victor’s.”

The clown smiled.

“I didn’t care about fighting the apostles, but this time is a bit different.”

“Why?”

“That thing, there’s a high probability that it’s something the commander needs.”

The clown said, gesturing with his eyes at the frost ring rotating behind Aron.

“I’ll probably need that to watch the commander’s work until the end.”

“……”

“Well, the reason is a bit complicated to explain…”

The clown, who trailed off slowly, took out a dart from his pocket.

“I’ll buy you some time. How much time do you need?”

“It doesn’t matter how much. Just once is enough.”

Lennok, turning towards the approaching knights, said as he pulled out a magic thread.

“After that, I’ll do as I please, so you can run away or whatever.”

“Well, that’s…”

The clown grinned and tilted his head back.

“Isn’t that what I’m best at?”

Whoosh!

The clown, who had fallen backward, disappeared in a flash, and Lennok, who had pulled out a magic thread, accelerated.

The knights rushed fiercely towards the two figures that had sprung out in different directions.

Swoosh!!!

The shadow robe fluttered wildly, and Lennok’s figure rotated in a semicircle along the magic thread.

Dodging the flashing sword lights and slashes by a hair’s breadth, he accelerated towards the outskirts of the sanctuary at an incredible speed.

He quickly distanced himself from the frozen throne, and the remains of the cold comet left inside it.

The moment Lennok broke through the knights’ figures and reached out with all his might towards the outside of the sanctuary.

A tremendous pressure poured down from above, pressing down on Lennok.

Kwaaaang!!!!

A sword strike that instantly trampled Lennok’s body, pierced through his robe, and pinned him to the ground.

Five knights stepped on Lennok’s fallen body and pointed their swords at him.

Clank!!

“That’s far enough, bloodline of Bangung.”

“The moment you use a technique, we will cut your throat.”

The leaders of the Ten Knights Order. The gathering of the strongest knight commanders in the royal capital.

In the midst of all this, they read Lennok’s destination, predicted his arrival point, and intercepted him as planned.

With greatswords, curved swords, and straight swords held in different stances, they were resolutely thrusting them close to Lennok’s vital points.

Among them were familiar faces like Uzel, as well as swordsmen and spearmen he was seeing for the first time.

“His Majesty needs your life, so wait.”

“Don’t move if you don’t want to die.”

“You won’t be able to escape this time.”

“No.”

At that moment, Lennok replied with a faint smile.

“I’m not going to run away this time. I never intended to in the first place. I just needed time.”

“What?”

“If I wasn’t going to settle things, I wouldn’t have come this far in the first place. I just needed time.”

His memories from the archive.

The lingering scent of a moment when Lennok was still not aware of himself.

Knowing it, he hesitated and wavered, and only postponed confirming it.

Having abandoned everything and returned here, he wanted to know if he could make a different choice.

Even though he had already made up his mind, he hesitated for a moment.

That’s why, this time-

Fwoooosh!!!!

A colorless ripple burst out violently, engulfing the sanctuary.

The omen that the knights, who were pressing down on Lennok, were extremely wary of.

But the place where the ripple was spreading was not under Lennok’s feet, where the commanders were surrounding him.

The hook-nosed giant, the tailor of the imaginary dimension, floating far away from Lennok.

Colorless ripples were bursting out, centered on the summon, which had gathered its eight arms and formed a hand seal.

“This can’t be…!!!”

“No way, it’s impossible!!”

Only then did the knight commanders realize the meaning and turn their gazes in shock.

They immediately understood what Lennok’s intention was and how absurd the method was.

As they were well aware of the seven levels of self-modification, they could not believe what was happening before their eyes.

“From the beginning, the caster was acting as a decoy!!!”

“He’s not human. How can he use a summon to manifest his inner world…!!”

“The true value of manipulation techniques lies in controlling phenomena using a medium.”

Lennok, slowly raising his head, smiled.

“At its peak, even unfolding the source of the inner world… there’s no reason it has to originate from myself.”

The turning point of the manipulation techniques he had obtained under the identity of Victor.

As a member of Pandemonium, and as a transcendent who inherited the techniques of the Ascendant Bangung.

At the future turning point where he had reached the pinnacle of the special type and even transcended the limits of the techniques.

“Kill him!!”

“Cut his throat. Stop him from chanting!!”

Clack!!

Facing the cold blades falling towards his neck and heart, Lennok whispered.

“Magnetic field deployment.”