Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 1241

Kyunroe Subjugation (33)

The ruins of the 49th District, where even the labyrinth and the domain had been dismantled, revealed the dark sky.

A being in a divine form, slumped and asleep, leaned against the fragments of golden wings that had fallen and shattered.

Passing by Daymus, who was staring blankly at the scene, and Songha, who had collapsed before him with a pale face.

The mage stopped right behind Baragan, who was drawing up his magical power towards the divine form.

“…You are.”

The moment Baragan saw Lenok’s expressionless face, his thoughts froze.

A heavy black coat. A black-haired youth with a cold and intellectual air.

A chillingly calm and cool aura as he looked this way with a dry face.

Even though it was the first time seeing him in person, he could sense it instinctively.

He couldn’t possibly not recognize the transcendent’s spiritual power that he had faced countless times in this subjugation.

The adversary that the superhumans of the Legion had been trying to whittle down at the cost of their lives.

Making a mockery of all those moments where they had tried to exhaust him together, even if they couldn’t win.

Ignoring their struggles, resistance, and desperate attempts, and speaking to them at this moment.

Someone who Baragan had never imagined would appear behind him, not even for a single moment-

“No, way…”

Baragan muttered, momentarily forgetting even the situation unfolding around him.

“Why are you here-”

“Can’t you understand if I don’t say it twice?”

Crack-

The mage didn’t wait for an answer.

The moment Lenok cast his gaze, Baragan’s body was already slammed into the ground.

“Cough…!!!”

His entire body was crushed by an invisible, formless magical power.

Broken bone fragments pierced his lungs and blood vessels, turning Baragan’s face purple.

The overwhelming power that instantly brought Baragan’s strong body, regenerated using Edan’s blood, close to death once more.

Even though not a single trace of lightning was visible, he had no choice but to understand with his entire body.

An incomprehensible magic that he couldn’t even dare to guess the principle of.

The transcendent demonic nature that the Legion had been wary of until the very last moment throughout the subjugation.

A bizarre genius that seemed to directly twist and wield the laws of this world.

This man was, without a doubt-

“Kyunroe…!!!!”

Only after seeing Baragan slammed under Lenok’s feet did Daymus awaken from the frozen time.

He was panting in panic, unable to breathe, his pale face looking up beyond the throne.

“No way…!!! How, how is this possible…!!!!”

“Oh my.”

Sarin, who was watching the scene from afar, muttered with a dazed expression.

“Is this some kind of illusion… right? Am I seeing things?”

“…”

The Iron Chain Dragon King silently raised his head, and Ezekiel released his hand from his sleeve.

Without a single word of reply, they never took their eyes off the mage who had appeared on the battlefield.

An implicit agreement sent by the two transcendents as if they had made a promise.

“Ah, no way…”

The superhumans who were dying after their battle with the divine form finally realized the situation and opened their mouths weakly.

They didn’t know how there could be two Kyunroes on this battlefield.

They didn’t know how Kyunroe had made such a thing possible.

They only knew the fact that the transcendent who had crushed Baragan with a single glance was still alive.

That the Kyunroe they had risked their lives to defeat wasn’t even the real one.

That unbelievable yet cruel reality was clearly etched in everyone’s eyes.

The dying superhumans convulsed and shuddered as if they couldn’t believe it.

“This can’t be, this can’t be…”

“How… how did we get this far…!!”

Is this what it feels like to realize too late that you’ve been obsessing over something meaningless?

Is this the feeling if someone told you that you had sacrificed tens of thousands of lives for something that had no meaning?

If you gained nothing from a war you believed was a noble sacrifice, a mission for a greater cause.

If the subjugation you believed was the end hadn’t even begun.

“I’d like to offer my thanks first.”

Lenok turned away from Baragan, who was slammed on the ground.

“You did well enough. You fought surprisingly well, beyond what I had imagined.”

“…”

“To be honest, I thought this war might not even get this far. So I was preparing for the possibility of the Legion being annihilated…”

Lenok, who had slowly moved his steps, looked down at Songha.

The white-haired swordsman who had collapsed with a pale face. No breath could be felt from his blood-soaked body.

Lenok slowly tilted his head, taking in Songha’s time that was running towards its end.

“I can’t deny that the commanders’ talents and powers were stronger than I thought. If it weren’t for you, I would have had to revise the plan a few more times.”

“…You, bastard.”

“It was a great performance. Shaman.”

Lenok gave a faint smile as he looked at Baragan, who was glaring at him with bloodshot eyes.

“Your totem magic was also a great help. If it weren’t for Quetzalcoatl [a Mesoamerican deity often depicted as a feathered serpent], the Legion’s forces wouldn’t have survived so much and entered my domain.”

“…Bullshit…!!!”

“A compensatory magic that is activated by consuming the totem you created. Even if you honestly convert the time used into power, it becomes such a threatening technique when it reaches a strategic scale.”

Lenok slowly moved his steps.

“Thanks to you, I was able to test the performance of the new magic tower to the very end. It was more than enough as a testbed.”

“Shut up…!! You, bastard…!!!”

Baragan spat out blood and struggled to get up, gnashing his teeth.

Lenok’s answer, which rather praised and encouraged the desperate fight that the Legion had fought at the cost of their lives.

This war, in which tens of thousands of superhumans had been sacrificed, was not for the Legion from the beginning.

Baragan also understood that Lenok had intended to use this entire process as trial and error, and he was just as enraged.

“Ugh…!! Aaaagh…!!”

Thud!!

Every time Baragan moved his arm, broken bones pressed against his internal organs, causing blood to splatter.

Even though he had reinforced his body and added strength by drawing up his magical power, he couldn’t get up and instead buried his head.

Bang! Bang!

Pure magical power that was not mixed with any attributes or intentions.

Yet, he was pinned down and couldn’t get up for even a single moment.

Baragan gasped, as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Damn it!! Why… with mere magical power…!!!”

“Because the way you activate your magical power was already analyzed.”

Lenok looked down at Baragan with an indifferent gaze.

“It starts from the lower dantian [an area below the navel believed to be the center of vital energy in some Eastern traditions], passes through the spleen and liver, and then rotates behind the neck to draw out the magical power. Considering the importance of spirituality in shamanism, it’s not strange, but-”

Crack!

Lenok, who had stepped on the back of Baragan’s neck with one foot, said nonchalantly.

“That also means that I can read the premonition of the activation of magical power and cut it off before it becomes a meaningful force.”

“What, did you say…?”

“You fought by scraping your magical power to the bottom within my domain, and you thought I wouldn’t be able to analyze it?”

Lenok smiled.

“I have a connection with the Compendium [likely a reference to a book or system of knowledge], so I was somewhat wary of your shamanism. Just in case she intervened, I would have had to modify the plan a little.”

“…”

“You… this war… you were seeing… even that far ahead…”

Daymus was silent, and Baragan gasped and gnashed his teeth.

From an organization that started as Kaise’s personal guard to becoming the largest military power on the continent.

They had crossed the line of death countless times, surviving even in crises where death was certain.

As always, if they could just fight, they could win someday. But-

Kyunroe had no intention of fighting them properly in the first place.

“Why… why…!! Why is it only possible for you…!! This is…!!!”

“It’s impossible to plan everything by calculating it unless you’re a god.”

Lenok turned his steps.

“But I don’t want to become a god. I learned from coincidence that it’s ultimately no different from failure.”

“…”

“What I can do is always plan for the worst, not the best… This subjugation was the same.”

He walks slowly alone through the wreckage where golden wings had fallen.

At this moment, when everyone on the battlefield was looking up at only Lenok.

Only Lenok’s voice echoed quietly in the silent battlefield.

“Assuming the worst-case scenario and leaving room for possibilities. Assuming the worst turning point and guiding the board. I’ve come this far with only that goal in mind…”

Thud!!

Lenok, who had stopped in front of the broken throne, lowered his gaze.

The center of the ruins, where golden debris was piled high.

Lenok said, looking at the divine form that was slumped and asleep, flickering with dark blue lightning.

“This ascension ritual had to fail once here.”

“What, do you-”

The divine form was created based on the martial artist of the 1st world, not Lenok.

It was inevitable because Lenok’s talent had an absolute nature that could not be replicated.

Therefore, it was natural that the origin of the divine form was closer to the cult leader than Lenok.

If the ascension ritual succeeded, it was obvious that its destination would be more similar to the cult leader than Lenok.

In fact, as the ritual reached its final stages, the divine form began to transform into a bizarre shape similar to the cult leader.

Therefore, Lenok had intended to fail the ritual once at a specific point.

The worst ending where the ascension ritual that had begun during the subjugation failed at a crucial moment.

The only turning point that the Legion had longed for, and that seemed the worst for Kyunroe.

Because he had assumed that moment and guided the board, all variables and situations could reach this endpoint.

However, it was also obvious how Lenok’s answer would be perceived by others.

“Even the heavens are heartless…”

Roberaid closed his eyes weakly, holding his spilled intestines.

“All this sacrifice and war… was it just a game for a transcendent…?”

“Haha… haah… it’s absurd, isn’t it…”

Atiya, whose left upper body was blown away, laughed with a blurry gaze.

“If I had known… I should have surrendered… sooner…”

“Gods…”

The dying priest lowered his head, praying weakly.

Anger, denial, fighting spirit, and a sense of mission were no longer anywhere.

Because they had already burned them all to face the divine form.

There was only a sense of despair that even after everything was over, they hadn’t even started yet.

Sighs and frustrations flowed from all directions. At the same time, the signs of life were rapidly fading.

Daymus muttered blankly, looking at all the scenes.

“…What am I, anyway?”

Lenok’s answer that he wanted his own failure and started the ritual.

An incomprehensible answer that he had reached victory in the end through that.

Those who felt an endless madness in his words trembled with their chilling bodies.

“All of this… did it have no meaning at all… to you…?”

Daymus muttered with a pale face.

“To a transcendent… who is already insane… there is no meaning-”

“No. There was meaning.”

Lenok answered, drawing up his magical power.

“From the beginning, it was only about meaning.”

“…What?”

“The reason I accepted this war. The reason I blew away the 49th District and the domain to welcome you. The reason I wanted the ascension ritual to fail.”

Lenok slowly reached out his hand and muttered.

“All of that was just a process for this moment.”

Whoosh!!!

At that moment, a faint ripple formed at the tip of Lenok’s empty hand.

Lenok’s magical power, which did not contain any properties or attributes, spread out like a wave and grabbed the void.

The moment Lenok’s will and image, which covered space-time, wrapped around the divine form that was asleep under the broken throne.

The divine form, which had been flickering with dark blue lightning, was engulfed in a bright light and scattered, soaring above the sky of Balkan.

KWA-AAAAAAANG!!!!

From the center of the golden throne, a black-blue lightning streak exploded, piercing the dark sky and extending outward.

The dark blue lightning transcended concepts and limitations, piercing and connecting the sky and the ground far away, without knowing the end.

Finally, it reached beyond the stars to the other side of the dark sea.

KWAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWA!!!!!!!

The pillar of dark blue lightning connected the sky and the earth, rotating and shaking the earth’s axis madly.

Every time the majestic pillar of lightning, which was thousands of meters in size, rotated, the world shook.

It suppressed the five senses and minds of the superhumans standing on the battlefield, and even shook their souls.

“Aaaagh…!!”

“This, this is…!!!”

“I knew from the beginning how to do it.”

Lenok muttered, looking up at the rotating pillar of dark blue lightning.

“To control the causality of lightning, you need a consciousness and spirituality that has reached level 9. But I myself haven’t been able to get there yet.”

“…”

“There are things that can only be obtained by whittling down and consuming… So I wanted to use this war to find that means.”

Kugugugugugu!!!!!

The remains of the golden magic tower that had been destroyed in the fierce battle were ground down and annihilated in the power and heat that had transcended limits.

The fragments of broken wings rotated in the brilliance of lightning and were concentrated in the dark blue lightning that pierced the stars and the universe.

As if grinding the blood-soaked earth of the battlefield to pieces. As if piercing and opening the sky where death had descended.

The overflowing transcendent intention transcended concepts and laws and eventually reached beyond the stars and the universe.

“What I wanted from the divine form was a method… how a level 9 ascendant handles lightning. It was time to watch and learn that moment.”

Lenok whispered at the same time as the fiercely rotating black-blue lightning illuminated his face.

“This war was a process for that from the beginning.”

KWAGWAGWAGWAGWA!!!!!!

At the same time as he reached out his hand, the pillar of lightning that pierced the sky and the ground rotated even more fiercely.

The dark blue lightning that had swallowed the battlefield slowly compressed and began to reduce its size.

As if following Lenok’s will, it was concentrating its power and being led and guided by itself.

The moment the majestic pillar of lightning, which had been piercing the sky and the ground and rotating fiercely, was compressed and caught in Lenok’s hand.

A vast black-blue ripple, reaching thousands of meters, spread out and swept across the surface of the star.

Whoosh!!

The lightning that had reached the ninth level flashed, piercing the star and engraving its existence into the world.

A transcendence that declared mortality to all living things simply by being born and existing in that place.

At the same time, everyone who was watching Lenok realized the same thing.

“Ah…”

The unprecedented turning point that should never have been grasped by the mage’s hand at this moment.

The fact that they had given such a miracle to that mage through the subjugation.

The moment they sensed that a transcendence that should never have succeeded in this place was taking place.

A powerful lightning burst out and pushed everything that existed on the battlefield far away, to the outside.

Jjeoooooooong!!!!!!

“Ugh…!!!”

“A, aaaaagh…!!!!”

Everyone couldn’t even scream properly at the shock of the birth that swept and blew away the surface of the star.

A shock that felt as if their very existence, including their will, image, mind, and soul, was being crushed and broken.

The center of the broken throne. Even Daymus, who had been watching closely, lost consciousness in the shockwave.

Lenok, who was holding the lightning that seemed to be alive, raised his head with his eyes closed.

“…Finally.”

Pajik, pajik…!!!!

At this moment. Evidence that will never be erased from the space-time of the world is engraved.

Evidence of transcendence that never disappears once it is born and begins to exist.

An answer that surpasses the hierarchy and structure that a single lightning mage has built up throughout his life.

Lenok, who slowly opened his eyes, whispered.

“I’ve done it.”

The lightning magic that had reached level 9 before Lenok after facing the corruption of Bangung.

The turning point of lightning that was not compatible with Lenok’s own hierarchy and was going out of control and increasing its output.

Lenok was finally able to control level 9 lightning without becoming an ascendant.

Oooooooo!!!!!

At the same time as Lenok, who was holding the ominous dark blue lightning in one hand, turned around, the world rotated with him.

In an illusion that seemed to distort the cognitive ability as all the light and energy existing in space-time tilted together.

In the moment when everyone who had been pushed out of the battlefield was struggling, not knowing what to do, in the shock that the world seemed to be tilting.

Lenok, who was holding the distant transcendent lightning, slowly raised his gaze.

“Then, shall we end this war now?”

The ruins of the 49th District, where the labyrinth and domain had collapsed and corpses had piled up.

The final destination of the battlefield where the adversaries were endlessly ground down, consumed, and pushed out.

He knew from the beginning that an uninvited guest had arrived to put an end to all of this.

A man who was standing on the other side of space-time even at this moment, watching Lenok without a word.

A pale white skin. Curly hair that was familiar like a picture. A worn-out black military uniform.

The one who was waiting for the moment when the ‘result’ of this subjugation was created, the one who would end this entire story.

“Edan Bajur.”

Lenok took a step forward with a cold smile.

“I’ve kept you waiting.”