Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 1273

[Ikabon.]

“Yes, Chairman.”

Balkan Sector 10, a megacity.

Baritz Corporation’s headquarters district. A massive office spanning hundreds of square meters on the top floor.

In the spacious room, where dark clouds in the sky were reflected on the glass walls, stood a man.

A middle-aged man with a sharp, fierce look, silently watching the broadcast with a glass in one hand.

He looked somewhat tired, but his eyes were as fierce as a beast’s.

Ikabon Hector Baritz, the vice-chairman of Baritz, one of the largest megatech companies in the Balkans.

The CEO who leads Baritz in place of the current chairman, and one of only four direct descendants of the Baritz family within the company.

However, unlike what would be expected, he was not surrounded by dozens of aides; instead, a massive glass tube floated behind him.

[Professor Bailon’s paper presentation has just ended.]

Woo-oong…!!!

Inside the slowly vibrating and floating glass tube, complex circuits and parts were intertwined like blood vessels, emitting a green light.

Each time the glass tube vibrated, an old man’s voice, hoarse and worn, flowed out from within.

[The chaos and emotions swirling in the central district are being transmitted… the imaginary dimension is stirred by thoughts.]

“…”

Unlike other channels that had cut off their broadcasts, the camera was still showing the chaotic scene at the Congressional annex.

The voice spoke as it watched Evan Bailon being guided out of the auditorium by his aides, beyond the crowd that was cheering and surging.

[What do you think?]

“Professor Bailon is not one to be unnecessarily modest about his research achievements, nor is he one to exaggerate them,” Ikabon replied in a cold tone to the voice’s question.

“If, as the professor says, particle shaping is not a technology that can guarantee commercial viability, there must be a good reason for it.”

[……]

“What’s expected is a serious flaw in terms of output or efficiency… Considering that it uses charged particles as a material, it’s highly likely to be a technology that consumes astronomical amounts of power.”

As if he had already reached a conclusion while watching the presentation in real-time, Ikabon continued his explanation without hesitation.

“The fact that the presentation of the fourth paper began in the presence of Kyunroe also seems to be related to that issue. It needs to be verified, but it seems that it would be difficult to create even a material the size of a microphone without the help of a transcendent electric mage.”

[……]

“Looking at the fact that the paper was actually presented, the theory itself is in an area that can be verified, but it’s closer to not having paid any attention to the yield of the process. The key issue will be how much that part can be optimized.”

After seeing the presentation and demonstration of the paper, he separates the certain information from the uncertain assumptions and quickly checks the premises that need verification.

Ikabon’s answer, which infers and summarizes the problems or limitations that may exist in particle shaping technology from the results.

“How much power is needed for particle shaping? How much can the time required be reduced? Can the process be parallelized and deployed simultaneously? After carefully reviewing a series of conditions to see if mass production is possible…”

He criticizes it as having many flaws, as a theory with difficult conditions or situations, as a technology that cannot be freely used in any field, and as a technology that requires a lot of work-

But the expression on Ikabon’s face was already filled with an awe that he could not hide.

“Even considering all the possible disadvantages and limitations, it has more transcendent potential than any theory I’ve ever seen. Perhaps an innovation at a level that has never existed in the history of the continent…”

[……]

“Evan Bailon… has finally created a technology that should not exist in this world.”

Baritz, the largest megatech in the megacity of Balkan.

A large corporation that has been constantly expanding since its inception, and the largest asset holders on the continent, whose scale is on a different level compared to the cartels in the shadows.

But that was why Ikabon could sense how absurd Evan Bailon’s fourth paper, which had just been published, was.

A groundbreaking technology that pulls in particles observed in the microscopic world and shapes them into meaningful matter in the macroscopic world.

What it meant that such an absurd thing was solved in the form of technology and theory, not through spells or powers.

Because he understood that the paper published by Evan Bailon was, in fact, an irreversible miracle akin to creation.

That was an innovation that could completely change the way the continental civilization had existed.

All sorts of technologies and theories that might have been researched or developed in the future would be swept away by it.

A cutting-edge technology that had reached a level that might have been centuries ahead of the current technology and civilization.

No matter what limitations there were, no matter what restrictions or conditions there were.

“The headquarters’ alpha-level development team and chief researchers have begun verification. They uploaded the paper to the Scholar even before the presentation was over. Judging from the researchers’ reactions, the possibility that the theory is false seems extremely low.”

[……]

“Currently, the strategic planning department has completed preparations to completely reorganize the business areas within Baritz. The areas where the usability of particle shaping technology has been proven will require a complete restructuring of the existing infrastructure.”

Ikabon shook his head as he looked at the stock charts fluctuating in real-time on the wall of his office.

“Assets from all over the continent have begun to move to the Balkans. Some cities are temporarily closing their stock markets because they cannot withstand the capital outflow.”

The entire Balkans was in an uproar, but it was other cities, not the Balkans, that were facing a truly serious problem.

Investors who heard the news began pouring their cash and assets into all business sectors in the Balkans.

It was only natural that the stock markets of other cities were temporarily paralyzed due to the rapidly skewed capital flow.

In real-time, upheavals were occurring in all fields, including economy, diplomacy, society, technology, and religion.

“If this situation continues, cities will soon declare a moratorium. At that time, we will buy bonds with the company’s funds…”

[Ikabon.]

Ikabon, who was summarizing and explaining the situation reports being compiled in real-time within Baritz headquarters, stopped speaking.

The massive glass tube floating behind Ikabon was now emitting a red light and resonating unpleasantly.

Woo-oong…!!!!

[I’ve given you this much time, but you still haven’t said what’s truly important.]

“…Chairman.”

[The analysis and investigation of the technology can be done even if it’s late. The acquisition of concepts and theories can be caught up with at any time, even if you start as a latecomer.]

The voice buzzed with unclear noise.

[But people are different. Talent and destiny are things that we cannot foresee with our abilities, so I’ve always told you to pay attention to that part.]

“…”

[I’ve been asking about the professor who created that theory, not the particle shaping technology.]

The glass tube, shining brightly, asked Ikabon.

[What do you think of Professor Evan Bailon? Tell me directly with your own words.]

“…I met him once just before he presented his third paper. He came to us while tracking the traces of the Papal States while developing a learning device module.”

Ikabon answered quietly.

“Despite having unbelievably outstanding intelligence and creativity, he also possessed a very high level of humanity. Rather, it is because of that that he is not an ordinary human being.”

[……]

“Researchers who reach that level tend to break down quickly. They become obsessed with the peak of technology, lose their standards, and dabble in forbidden arts, even confusing the boundaries between technology and faith…”

Ikabon said that and glanced sideways.

“As far as I know, only three people, including the designer of the Ascension Gate, have actually achieved meaningful results in that process. That’s…”

What the pioneers who transcend the times face is not honor and glory, but endless madness and the folly of forbidden arts.

Because the end of the world is promised to sink beyond the outer sea. Because all causality is subordinate to the Outer Gods.

It is also natural that technologies and civilizations that transcend or surpass existing ideas always lead to the end of the outer sea.

How many people have faced that truth and broken down or gone mad, how many have completely fallen and devoted themselves to the cult.

But even though he had obtained a technology that even those pioneers had never dreamed of, Evan Bailon had not gone mad.

That meant that the concept that Evan Bailon had presented was a theory and technology that was not subordinate to the gods of that sea.

[Yes. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.]

The hologram projecting the voice momentarily turned red like a warning light.

As if strongly representing the emotions and desires contained within that will.

[The author’s intelligence may be at a level comparable to the gods of the sea. Even if it is not so right now, it is certain that he possesses potential comparable to it.]

“…”

[And, that magician knew that fact that you have only now realized, years ago.]

The shape of the noise that was constantly distorted and spreading beyond the TV screen even at this moment.

A disturbing sense of incongruity that never allows its appearance to be captured, even though it is being filmed by the camera.

It can be seen not from the appearance captured on the screen, but from the movements and gazes of the people around it who are looking at the noise.

That the magician who is still in the auditorium is single-handedly suppressing the chaos that should have exploded around the Central Council.

That he had personally traveled to the ceremony to take on the role of such a deterrent.

Even the excessive attention that was poured on him at the ceremony was successfully reduced and neutralized.

Even if the ceremony were to be forcibly ended at this point, no one would blame Kyunroe for it.

Even the fact that the entire situation was a carefully planned and designed game between Kyunroe and Bailon.

Perhaps it was a deal that had been planned since the day Kyunroe came to Lavatenon Magic University and made an alliance.

[We must have him.]

The voice, mixed with unclear mechanical sounds, spoke in the strongest tone.

[He is the person we need more than anyone else.]

“…Father.”

[Even if it means giving up the particle shaping technology, even if it means giving up this entire city.]

The voice looking down at Ikabon was now distorted with an endless longing.

[By any means… bring Professor Bailon to me.]

* * *

The area around the auditorium, which had become chaotic with people rushing around.

The figure of Evan Bailon, being guided out through a secluded back path by his aides.

Meyer was hurriedly leaning on his cane, chasing after Bailon, who was walking far ahead.

“Professor Bailon…!!”

“Councilor Meyer.”

Bailon, who had stopped walking, glanced at Meyer.

Meyer, who had hurriedly gestured for the other aides to leave, led him to a shaded balcony at the back of the annex.

“Haa, haa…!!!”

“…”

The figure of an old man breathing heavily and a young man looking at Meyer with a blank face.

Meyer, standing in front of Bailon, struggled to catch his breath and could not speak for a long time.

Because even he, who had reached the end of his life, did not know what to say first about the presentation that had just taken place.

“If you go down this way, there’s an escape route that can take you out of the central district.”

Meyer said with a stiff expression, having belatedly regained his senses.

“Let’s talk about everything again after the commotion has calmed down. Today…”

“Judging from what you’re saying, it seems the reaction to my paper wasn’t bad.”

Bailon smiled.

“Did you think my presentation was okay, Councilor?”

“…Okay?”

Meyer raised his gaze without a word.

Because he had to answer the question he had thrown before he could even organize the impressions that had accumulated in his heart after seeing the presentation.

The old man, who had frowned as if enduring with difficulty, soon muttered in a low voice as if spitting out his honest impressions.

“Not at all, not at all okay… I was just scared.”

“…”

“Professor. What you presented was something that was far ahead of the current era. Something that might not even exist for centuries…”

Meyer said, his fingertips trembling.

“I’ve never even thought that such a technology would exist in my entire life. It was so… foolish.”

“…Is that so?”

“The whole world will covet your intellect.”

Meyer said in a heavy tone.

“They will be interested in all of your talents and research achievements, technology and vision, or… they will try to take them away.”

“…”

“I don’t know what kind of reactions there will be after today’s presentation. You… knew it from the beginning, didn’t you?”

What kind of potential did the particle shaping technology that Bailon presented have, what kind of versatility did it have.

What kind of method was it to create matter by bringing the rules of the microscopic world into the macroscopic world.

How far was the horizon of the idea expanding with a theory that might be manipulating the quantum itself.

It would be faster to find the fields that could not be applied through particle shaping, rather than finding the fields that could be applied.

Meyer, too, had clearly understood that fact, just like the others, the moment he heard the presentation.

Even what it meant for the gamble he had taken for Kyunroe, risking his political position.

Bailon did not answer.

Instead, he simply rested his hand on one side of the balcony and looked down at the bustling downtown area of the central district in the distance.

“Councilor Meyer.”

He asked.

“Do you still want to become mayor?”

“…Why, why are you asking that?”

“Arjis Ormeon, who is currently the mayor of the Balkans, is a dangerous person.”

Bailon said quietly.

“He has been in seclusion for decades until the ban was lifted, yet he knows everything that has happened in this city. He has always been with the project’s failures, yet he only tries to use the results.”

“…”

“Even after my presentation began, he wanted to check something while watching Kyunroe for a long time. As if the purpose of the ceremony was somewhere else from the beginning…”

“That’s…”

“He says he wants the Balkans to survive on the surface, but there must be a different reason from yours for giving the Magic Tower so much authority.”

Lenok said calmly.

“Councilor Meyer’s goal is the same as Mayor Ormeon’s, but it is different in a crucial part, so if you want the mayor’s position, you will have to risk your life.”

“I’ve been prepared for that since the day I first put my name on the list for the district council.”

Meyer said heavily.

His expression, which had been confused by the presentation, had calmed down by now.

“It’s always been like that since I found out that the project’s failure was related to my son’s death.”

The reason why John Meyer entered politics at a late age was to investigate the death of his son, who was involved in the project.

It was to climb to the top of the Balkans himself and uncover the secrets of the project.

A motivation that only a very few people knew about. A motivation that Meyer had kept for decades without fading.

“But the project is over, and I still haven’t found out anything about my son’s death. It’s absurd.”

“…”

“I feel like I’ve been left alone in the flow of time. It’s like everything is back in place, but I’m the only one left here.”

Meyer raised his gaze.

“But… I won’t be disappointed yet. Thanks to Ban, I was able to find out about the existence of the mayor who oversees all the plans of the project’s [Scenario] held by the Senate.”

“…”

“Surely, if I dig into that, I’ll be able to get an answer. Even if it’s not the answer I wanted.”

From starting as a local notable to becoming a district councilor, and meeting a magician to get to where he is now.

Every time he met him, who did not change even as time passed, Meyer could not forget the promise of that day.

If he knew that the answer to all this confusion existed at the end only after spending thousands of nights.

Just like Ban, Meyer would have to go to the end.

Bailon did not ask any more questions at Meyer’s answer.

Instead, he quietly turned his body and looked down at Meyer.

“I will entrust all the city council’s work related to particle shaping technology to Councilor Meyer.”

“…Professor?”

“Policies related to the fourth paper will begin to be applied to all businesses and technologies throughout the city in the future.”

Bailon said calmly.

“If Councilor Meyer is in charge of that work, your authority and position within the council will naturally reach an irreplaceable level.”

“…”

“If my theory is a more valuable concept than the Senate’s [Scenario], you will surely gain more authority than Mayor Ormeon.”

Meyer could not say anything even after hearing the quiet message.

Because only then did Meyer vaguely understand why Bailon was telling him this story as soon as the presentation was over.

If the value of the information of the [Scenario] left behind by the failure of the project is one of the foundations on which Ormeon can wield his immense power.

He was saying that it would be enough to create a foundation with equal value for Meyer.

“If Councilor Meyer wants to become mayor, I will help you. Today’s presentation was also a place to confirm that.”

“Professor. You…”

Meyer, who had been unable to speak for a long time, stammered and asked.

“Could it be that you had all of this in mind from the beginning when you made the presentation…”

“I think it’s fortunate that I can sort things out before I leave for the last time.”

Woo-oong…!!

Lenok said quietly, looking down at Jenny’s message that had arrived on his phone.

“From now on, I won’t have the time to pay attention to other things either.”

The unexpected ending of the ceremony, which was held in splendor with tens of thousands of citizens in attendance.

The last schedule of the long aftermath is coming to an end with the presentation of the fourth paper.

Now it was time to let go of the past and decide on the next destination.

He had to start preparing to head to the Demon Realm.