Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 1261

A special power, unique to the highest-ranking members of the Ars Nova Empire’s imperial family.

The power that forms the foundation of the imperial family, the ability that once made them rulers of the world.

The purest form of bloodline ability among the nobles, created through meticulous genetic manipulation and selection.

The imperial family’s privilege, the existence of which was confirmed during the investigation of the project’s restrictions.

Could it be that this ability, which was only understood after Kaiser’s death, already exists within Lenox?

‘……’

The blue blood flowed down Ezekiel’s wrist.

If he were to drink the true blood flowing through the imperial family’s veins, he might understand what Ezekiel meant.

However, even as Lenox watched Ezekiel’s blood drip before him, his mind was elsewhere.

Innate talent. Blue Blood.

Before Lenox opened his eyes in this world, before he chose his magical talent, he had passed by several traits.

If he had chosen a trait like Blue Blood with the opportunity he gained through the Karma System at that time, would things have been different?

Instead of waking up in a derelict factory with a body worse than a corpse, would a different future have awaited Lenox?

It was ironic.

Even after gaining so much and letting go of so much, Lenox was still thinking about that first moment.

He didn’t believe that his arrival in this world was a simple coincidence or necessity.

However, the moment he realized that his origin, which he thought was tied to the project, was different.

Now, it was impossible to know how Lenox had truly opened his eyes in this world.

Lenox had to ask himself the question again.

If he still didn’t know why he existed, even with the Half-Bow [a powerful artifact or entity] as a potential cause.

If he had to consider even the fate of the Ascendant [a being of higher power] as a reason for his existence.

If choice alone was what made Lenox who he was.

‘……I refuse.’

Lenox, who had been watching the beautifully shining blue blood droplets, turned his gaze away.

He looked at Ezekiel, as if piercing through the veil covering his face, and spoke.

‘I know the value of true blood. I already possess it.’

‘……’

‘There may be other aspects to the true blood of a living imperial family member that I don’t know about… but I don’t trust you enough to drink it.’

The act of ingesting something is the most direct way to accept external power into the body.

Lenox wasn’t foolish enough to be captivated by the imperial family’s power and swallow something given by another.

Especially if it was a liquid treated as a powerful medium and symbol, like blood.

The imperial family of Ars Nova, whom he had only met as a member of the Ironclad [a military organization] after the end of the subjugation war.

How much could he trust the blood relative of Oliviera, whose existence he didn’t even know until recently?

Of course, Lenox had no intention of being flexible in this regard.

‘I’ve been vaguely thinking about it since I first heard about the imperial family’s power.’

Lenox turned and walked away, looking at Ezekiel with a cold expression.

‘Knowing what I was… I thought it might already exist within me.’

‘……’

The end of fate. The fate of the end.

Lenox is an existence born into this world with the fate of the Half-Bow as the cause, and the third fate that exists as a result.

If Lenox exists by using the fate of the Half-Bow, who is presumed to be an Ascendant from Ars Nova, as a vessel.

It wouldn’t be strange if the talents and traits of the imperial family or nobles were dormant within Lenox.

Lenox had been considering this since he first heard about the imperial family’s privilege from the Balkan Market, so he wasn’t swayed by Ezekiel’s proposal, but-

The fact that Ezekiel recognized that and made the proposal first was a different matter altogether.

‘Answer me, imperial family member.’

Crack!!

As Lenox lightly grasped the air, a bright blue lightning bolt appeared in his hand.

The lightning, which had completely escaped its rampage and regained its clear light, flashed, bathing the office in a bright blue.

Lenox, who had grabbed and pulled down the overflowing current, tilted his head slightly and turned to look at Ezekiel.

‘Why did you think that the imperial family’s power would already exist within me?’

‘……’

At this moment, the two transcendents [beings who have surpassed normal human limits], ranked 1st and 2nd in the Eastern Continent’s power rankings, faced each other at the top of the Balkan outer district.

However, Lenox knew how powerful his opponent was, even without such a grand title.

The imperial family member who was born in the center of the world and lived as a ruler until the moment Ars Nova was destroyed.

A mysterious ability user whose full power could not be grasped even until the end of the subjugation war.

There was no clearly known power, from the formulas and abilities used, to the martial arts and thoughts, to the root of his mind.

Nevertheless, what did it mean that this person took the next position after the Ironclad as soon as he appeared in the Eastern Continent?

If necessary, he would have to check it himself, even if it meant using his power in this place.

However, Ezekiel did not show any particular reaction even when faced with Lenox’s magic power raging wildly above the office.

He simply looked at the swirling lightning, and then, as if he had suddenly remembered something, he spoke in an indifferent tone.

‘Do you try to check and define everything yourself through your own choices?’

Ezekiel turned his gaze away, speaking calmly.

‘You didn’t want to hear the answer from the beginning. You would be satisfied as long as it could be a standard.’

‘……’

Kugugugu!!!

A thunderclap erupted, and the office floor shook violently.

The books in the study fell from all sides, and the supplies on the desk rolled onto the floor.

The center of the blue crack-like lightning slowly rippled and spread.

Ezekiel slowly turned towards the magician who was raising his hand from the other side.

‘Alright. If we have to prove that we are the same existence as you…’

Clap.

Ezekiel, who had grabbed the true blood flowing from his fingertips, muttered as he pulled up his magic power.

‘There’s nothing I can’t show you.’

Kiiiiiiing!!!!!

With a sharp resonance, thoughts crossed and the consciousness of the two people accelerated explosively.

A clash close to a moment. A moment that could not even be called a fight. But that amount of time was enough for the two of them.

Lightning and true blood overlapped in one space-time and flashed, and time slowed down to the limit, engulfing everything.

In the slowed-down perceived time, where the blue blood droplets falling from Ezekiel’s fingertips seemed to have stopped in mid-air.

Lenox and Ezekiel’s thoughts raged wildly and intertwined, and in that moment, they instantly read each other’s thoughts.

In the intersecting consciousness, Lenox felt a strong image flash before his eyes.

Fabababababat!!!!

Fuzzy memories, like a broken film, were briefly replayed like a video and then disappeared.

The collapsing golden empire.

Giants with tangled blood vessels all over their bodies, screaming and rising from all sides.

The moon falling and bleeding at the end of the horizon. A huge eye rising from behind it.

A fortress tangled in vines, abandoned in a boiling jungle.

The remains of a general who had bowed his head and died.

‘……!!!’

The moment Lenox, who had instantly read the memories that Ezekiel had recalled, paused and twisted his hand.

A bright blue lightning bolt exploded through the wide-open office window and pierced the sky horizontally.

Faaaah!!!!

Kwaaaaaang!!!!!

The bright blue lightning that pierced the sky and disappeared in a flash.

However, with just that brief aftermath, the high-rise buildings where the Cartel headquarters were located shook like dominoes.

The buildings swayed like toys, teetering as if they were about to fall over at any moment, and emitted faint roars.

However, Lenox did not even pay attention to the resonance of his thoughts that he had unleashed and looked at Ezekiel.

‘……You.’

‘Certainly, I can feel that the restrictions have become much looser than before.’

Ezekiel ignored Lenox’s gaze and looked down at his bleeding hand.

‘Originally, I wouldn’t have been able to bring even such memories to the surface of my consciousness… it’s a strange thing.’

‘……’

‘Even this result is clearly a sign that you brought an end to the returnee in the subjugation war.’

Ezekiel’s message, openly implying the annihilation of Kaiser Bajur.

However, Lenox understood the meaning of the memories that Ezekiel had shared through his consciousness just before and remained silent.

What he could see directly was only a fleeting moment, but it was certain.

The collapsing empire. The bleeding moon and the huge eye. The corpse of the dead general.

The memories of the moment when Ars Nova was destroyed. The traces of the empire left behind in the central front after that.

What exactly exists in that abandoned place after the central city collapsed.

Why Ezekiel shared that fact with him at this point.

Whoosh!!

A warm breeze blew through the open window.

Noon on a bright blue sky. The dazzling sunlight shining through the window frame.

Ezekiel, with his back to the sunlight shining diagonally into the office, slowly turned around.

‘You don’t look good for someone who brought an end to that person.’

Ezekiel asked calmly, as if he didn’t care at all about the collision just now.

‘Wasn’t it what you wanted, to settle the unfinished business?’

‘……From the beginning, it wasn’t what I wanted.’

Lenox, who had slowly calmed his magic power, replied with a blank face.

‘I only answered because it was the ending that Kaiser wanted. I’ve never felt any sense of accomplishment about that fact.’

‘I see.’

Ezekiel turned and walked away.

‘But it would be better to be careful in front of your subordinates. If the leader’s face is full of worry even after a great war, the worries of those who follow you will also deepen.’

‘……’

‘Isn’t that the responsibility that those who stand above must bear?’

‘A member of a destroyed empire is talking as if he knows everything.’

Lenox’s eyes, which slowly lifted, shone eerily.

‘I have no intention of becoming a god by dreaming of transcendence. That kind of worship or adoration is not the way I want it.’

‘I suppose not. But that’s not something you can decide on your own.’

Ezekiel replied, looking down at the city spread out below the office window.

‘Believing in and following someone is not something that can be done by coercion or force alone. Sometimes, one miracle touches the heart more than a hundred praises.’

‘……’

‘The divine power you showed in this city today was enough to give you a new divinity.’

Ezekiel whispered from behind the veil.

‘The empire of the past was the same. Talents and fates that shone like stars gathered around a great focal point, creating miracles, and in the end, dreaming of salvation beyond that…’

‘……’

‘Because it was pure, it was defiled, and because it was great, it was corrupted. That was the end of all those who formed dynasties and empires in history and tried to conquer the stars.’

The imperial family member, who slowly turned to look at Lenox, said.

‘Perhaps it was only natural that I tried to predict the ending through the precedent of Kaiser Bajur in the imperial city.’

Ezekiel Ron Maze.

He knew that he had been watching Lenox throughout the subjugation war, and that he had been waiting to meet Lenox.

What he wanted to meet Lenox for, what he wanted to ask and answer, even by showing some of his memories.

What kind of existence was the imperial city that even tried to use Kaiser and the project as a link?

What is the ‘legacy’ hidden beyond the destroyed Ars Nova?

In the end, it was up to Lenox to choose what to ask.

‘In Kaiser’s regression…’

Lenox, who had retraced the memories that Ezekiel had given him, slowly opened his mouth.

‘The imperial city official who contacted the project was a Left Minister named Meteor. He offered a deal by making a proposal to the Emperor.’

‘……’

‘Why did the central city choose to destroy itself by using the failure of the project?’

Lenox asked.

‘What does the empire that has sunk beyond the veil look like now?’

The destruction of Ars Nova was a disaster caused by the failure of the Black Consumer Project.

However, Lenox now knew that it was something that the central city had done willingly.

The Balkan Market, Argis Ormeon, said that Ars Nova had exchanged their fate with the Balkan, and Jorden called it a proper ending.

If the central city wanted to have some kind of result derived from the failure of the project.

If they had intervened in Kaiser’s regression and tried to rewind the failures countless times to get the desired result.

What was the reason why Ars Nova chose to destroy itself?

Since the imperial family member in front of him was trying to answer something by showing his memories, Lenox also changed his question.

But-

‘Because we were not even allowed to fail.’

Ezekiel slowly lifted his gaze.

‘Being born in the imperial city always meant that.’

‘……Not allowed?’

The moment Lenox paused at that answer, Ezekiel turned and walked towards Lenox.

He walked slowly towards Lenox, across the wide office bathed in sunlight, and said.

‘Not even dying, disappearing, or the other three endings that life could have faced.’

‘……’

‘While erasing, forgetting, and discarding them one by one… I realized it while searching for peace.’

Ezekiel, who had stopped in front of Lenox, quietly looked at him and said.

‘That there is also a cause that must exist because the end of the world is determined. That our existence was like that.’

‘……That’s.’

‘From that time on, the empire was divided and collapsed. Even the institutions that formed the core of the empire are now buried and rotting under the name of the Demonic Realm.’

He, who had been silently staring at Lenox from behind the veil, slowly turned and walked away.

‘Therefore, I do not know what the imperial city that has sunk beyond the veil looks like. Even if that place has become a hell worse than the Demonic Realm, I have no right to go there.’

‘……’

‘The end of the Left Minister was also the same, so I had to come to this city to meet my sister.’

Only then could Lenox vaguely understand what Ezekiel was trying to say.

The reason why Ars Nova exchanged its fate with the Balkan was because they were not allowed a proper death or ending.

Therefore, even Ezekiel cannot guess what the central city, which chose to destroy itself by exchanging its fate with the Balkan, looks like.

And now, the core institutions of the empire that forcibly accepted destruction-

‘The Demonic Realm that exists in the central front was originally part of the core institutions of the imperial city…’

Lenox lifted his gaze.

‘So, no one can look into the imperial city without crossing the central front and attacking the Demonic Realm.’

‘I was finally able to gain certainty while watching the last war.’

Ezekiel said as he walked past Lenox.

‘You are definitely the existence that has gained the most free fate in this world. You have what we so desperately wanted from the beginning…’

‘……’

‘But if you already have the answer, you must be careful not to reach the same ending as His Majesty.’

Ezekiel said quietly as he moved towards the door outside the office.

‘Salvation and corruption are always a hair’s breadth apart. There is an ending that even those who walked the tightrope on that boundary cannot avoid.’

‘What are you trying to say?’

‘Can a result without a cause exist?’

At that moment, Lenox was at a loss for words.

The question that the Ascendant, whom he had first met in this world when he knew nothing, had asked Lenox.

The moment Ezekiel repeated the words that the Heavenly Eye had asked Lenox, after a long time.

The moment Lenox lost his words at that intense sense of déjà vu, the imperial family member whispered quietly.

As if explaining the true meaning of the question that the Heavenly Eye had asked at that time.

‘You already have what we were trying to obtain through the imperial family’s privilege. You already have the individuality that the Emperor tried to obtain even by leaving us.’

‘……’

‘I was convinced while watching the war you led, and I even confirmed it by fighting you directly. That’s why I had to ask.’

Does that mean that the imperial family’s privilege was not a result in itself, but a means to obtain something?

Ezekiel’s answer, that he is certain of the existence of the privilege that should be the cause, because he has confirmed ‘something’ that exists within Lenox.

Even though Lenox knew that he was now answering the question he had asked at the beginning, he could not accurately gauge its meaning.

Among the individualities that Ezekiel could confirm in Lenox, what kind of causality did he have that made him certain of the existence of the privilege?

Before Lenox could understand and accept all of that, Ezekiel answered.

‘Proof that your causality is free from the constraints of all things. A sign that your fate will not be ‘designated’ to anyone.’

‘……That’s.’

‘Target Designation Resistance.’

Ezekiel whispered quietly.

‘You had the possibility that the Emperor tried to obtain even by becoming an Outer God from the beginning.’