Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 489

In a fleeting moment where time seemed to stand still, amidst the rapidly accelerating gap in consciousness, Amrita asked Lenok, as if it were nothing, in a way that no one else could perceive. It wasn’t a command to wait, nor a plea to stop. It was a question, purely seeking Lenok’s intent, driven by curiosity. A peculiar tone, as if she would accept and acknowledge any action Lenok might take, immediately. [But, if this isn’t the end… if there’s still something left to do…] Amrita’s eyes, once filled with a deep mystery, slowly dimmed as if closing. [I am…] “…” At that moment, the time that had been accelerating as if frozen, suddenly resumed its flow. The movements of others began to return to normal speed. In that moment when Lenok paused, feeling the strangeness, a transmission, clearly transformed into language, echoed from within the wriggling fur. [Lady Naidri, the priestess…] Amrita no longer looked at Lenok. It was the same voice as the one who had just spoken to Lenok, yet it felt like a completely different being. Something had changed. The moment he was certain of this anomaly, Lenok slightly loosened his grip on the control code. If the words spoken to Lenok just now held a different meaning than mere persuasion or resistance, he needed to confirm it here and now. “Amrita.” With a voice filled with emotion, Izel slowly embraced the fur ball’s head. “It’s been a long time. I’ve missed you so much.” [Time… has truly passed. Is that one at peace?] Amrita asked again. [Has the paradise we desire finally arrived on earth?] “…” Izel did not answer. She simply lifted her face, which had become as hard as porcelain, and quietly shook her head. Amrita stared at her face for a moment, then nodded. [I still have work to do.] “…I’m sorry.” [I wished that only the priestess wouldn’t come here…] “This was the only way left for me.” Izel smiled sadly. “Considering the time we spent together, will you grant me this request?” [……] Amrita quietly exhaled. Only after a long time, as if emerging from a long reverie, did she slowly nod. [I was always scolded for not listening.] “…” [But since this is the last time… I don’t want to be scolded.] “Hehe…” The minds of the apostles, driven mad by their frenzy, were not actually extinguished. They were simply reliving and ruminating on their memories, following their god who wandered in the outer sea. Therefore, under the environment of this altar, which had begun to resemble the outer sea, even Amrita’s maddened mind could return to its complete form. Maximizing the power of the apostle in an environment close to the outer sea, and using Amrita’s existence to receive revelations here. A single, desperate plan devised by Izel Naidri, who had lost her power as a priestess, to perform a similar act once again. All of those efforts were about to bloom together in this very place. [Come down…] Amrita closed her eyes. Izel asked. “What is it?” [They are looking at this place…] “…” [They are coming… I will be the passage…] Before Amrita could finish her words, the air around the altar was instantly overturned. Whoosh!!! A presence of immense power, beyond measure, filled the air of the altar. Though unseen, it was undoubtedly there. An overwhelming presence that seemed to fill and burst the space, merely by looking at this place. Just by projecting their will through Amrita, the space twisted, and a haze that seemed to distort the timeline gnawed at everything around. “Cough…!!” Some of the Correction Knights, unable to withstand the pressure, staggered and collapsed with pale faces. Some of the high priests with strong spiritual power foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground. However, the gazes that swirled around the altar, filling all directions, paid no attention to it. Without any thought or direction, they simply hovered overhead, swelling in size, and endlessly crushed the life around them with their presence. They are watching. The gazes of beings so overwhelming and unilateral that even Lenok could not fathom their power were now directed here. Izel Naidri, using Amrita’s existence as a medium, had succeeded in focusing the will of some of the end-times beings wandering in the outer sea to this place for a moment. “Come…!!! Come on…!!” Staggering, Izel, who had climbed to the edge of the altar, spread her arms wide. Her skin, which had turned hard and white, cracked and crumbled, yet she paid no mind. “Look at me…!! At me, who can receive all of your will and gaze…!!” Even in the face of the end-times gazes, Izel’s attitude was arrogant. Having turned countless aptitudes into apostles, she knew that the end-times beings were more interested in confidence that bordered on arrogance than in subservience. “Choose me!! I will receive your power on this land and establish your will…!!” Izel shouted, her voice booming, not even caring that the skin on her face was cracking and splitting. “I will be reborn as an apostle who receives revelation in this place!!” Reborn as an apostle who receives revelation. Only after hearing those words could Lenok be certain that Izel had orchestrated all of this for this one moment. The only way for her, who had lost her power as a priestess, to regain the ability of revelation. It was for Izel Naidri herself to be chosen as the incarnation of the end-times and be reborn as an apostle. Creating an environment similar to the outer sea in the sea of understanding, and summoning the will of the end-times using Amrita’s existence as a medium. It didn’t matter which of the outer gods watching this place had their will manifested. If their will manifested in her body for even a moment, that alone would be enough for Izel’s body to be completely reborn as an apostle and fully regain the power of revelation. If the experience of hearing revelations as a priestess and the power as an apostle were combined, she could once again hear the will of the end-times. She didn’t even consider the possibility that the end-times beings might ignore her. Among the end-times beings of the outer sea, there were many who were interested in this world. To them, Izel’s ability to summon them without the power of a priestess would feel like a truly extraordinary aptitude. A being who could summon them and draw their attention, a vessel with sufficient preparation. It was only a matter of creating the situation; once the stage was set, Izel was confident that there was no need to even consider the success or failure of the matter. This was possible because she had empirically understood the existence of the outer gods, having led aptitudes to become apostles for a long time. As if to prove Izel’s conviction, the gazes that had been swirling above the altar began to circle around Izel one by one. Whoosh…!! [……] [……] [……] The exchange of unknown thoughts, whispering and brushing past her ears. Izel could not understand what it meant, but she waited patiently. All the other agents, Correction Knights, and high priests were watching that moment, barely able to breathe. The ritual of selecting an apostle. From the moment Izel herself used the power of the priestess to summon the will of the outer gods, the ritual itself was as good as successful. All that remained was for them to be chosen by the will of the end-times as a ‘vessel’ standing in this place. Izel, who had performed the ritual, was the first to step forward, but after her turn, it would be the agents. Vessels of fanaticism, who had not only completed their hierarchy and reached their goal with their own power, but also dedicated themselves to the doctrine as an incarnation. Even the geniuses who had devoted their minds and bodies in each branch of the order, solely for this moment, could not hide their tension. Even if they failed to achieve their goal and were consumed by madness like Amrita, it didn’t matter. If they could contribute to the path to paradise as a special force of the order. If they could become one with the god they served at the end and wander the outer sea forever. Rather, they had been longing and yearning for it, which was why they were standing here with such tension and eagerness. “Please…” A quiet whisper was heard among the agents. Lenok watched the figures of those believers right next to him and quietly shook his head. Because he felt how meaningless the hopes, desires, and wishes they held were. He could vaguely feel it. He could understand. This was not a ritual created for Izel or the agents. The wills swirling above their heads right now had appeared in this place for a completely different reason than what the order desired. Lenok, sensing this, had not used the control code to ruin the ritual, but had remained to watch everything. Perhaps, from the beginning, the purpose of this ritual was not to select an apostle, but- Whoooo…!! The countless gazes that had been swirling around Izel began to rotate around her body, turning into a faint light and projecting something. The gazes and wills turned into vivid colors. Along with coloring the space itself with their own thoughts, the spacetime was distorted, reflecting a different light. The physical laws of the place where the will manifested were operating in a different way from reality, and the laws of reflecting and projecting light were completely altered. Some of the end-times beings of the outer sea, who had merely sent their gazes and wills to this place, had begun to reveal their true identities in earnest. The essence of overwhelming chaos, so much so that even Lenok paused for a moment at the sight. If there was a life born from the nest of all living disorder and chaos, would it look like that? Even among the believers who were watching the scene without moving, astonished exclamations burst out. “This can’t be…” “It’s the spirituality of the Pantheon…” “The gods, the gods of the sea have descended…” Amrita’s massive fur ball crumpled and her skin burst from the presence that filled the vicinity of the altar. [Squeak…!!] Amrita, covered in blood, let out a painful groan. However, Izel did not look back at Amrita and stared at the color of the outer god that had appeared in this place with a mesmerized face. She faced the colors and radiance that had been draped over her like countless aurora curtains with an expression of ecstasy. Fragments of will, unable to be contained and bursting out from all directions, violently pounded her body, but such pain was nothing compared to the joy she was feeling now. “Finally…!!” She spread her arms and knelt down. All preparations to receive the will of the gods into this body were complete. The moment Izel closed her eyes and was about to entrust everything to the intense flow of will that was passing through her, and be reborn as an apostle. […No.] The spirits, who had been silently looking down at Izel, all turned their heads in one direction. [It’s not you.] Not Izel, but the massive prison that was buried beneath the altar. Toward a single magician, bound inside, who was staring blankly up at them. Whoosh… All the will that had surrounded Izel’s body slipped away like grains of sand and disappeared. A massive torrent of will, swirling not around the altar, but around the cage where Lenok was imprisoned. There was no will, no gaze, no grace directed at Izel Naidri, who stood behind it, with a dazed expression. Ignoring the dazed Izel, the wills surrounding Lenok’s body began to dance against the backdrop of a vast night sky. “…” “Th…” A chilling silence flowed. Everyone forgot to even breathe at the incomprehensible sight. The majestic dance, where the countless torrents of power that had been pouring towards Izel just moments ago were now, as if by a lie, pouring only towards a single magician. The gods of the outer sea had chosen not their archbishop, but a heretic who was not even affiliated with the order.