Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 672

Click!!

As Kaise’s pocket watch was activated, the hands began to spin backward.

Holding the artifact that rotated counterclockwise, he slowly approached and carefully placed it against the platinum jewel.

Charrrrrk!!!

With that alone, the concept body’s time began to reverse little by little, and the torrent of power that had been compressed to the maximum was released.

A pure white shockwave swept through the entire laboratory and soared high into the sky.

Fwaaaang!!

“Hoo…!!”

Through Kaise’s reverse technique, the Ascended’s concept body that had been released in reverse was received and analyzed on the spot.

The prime minister of a fallen nation and the platinum commander. A war proxy who had destroyed civilizations countless times.

A fragment of the concept body that the Ascended Oroknier had left behind for Lenok at the last moment.

Instead of being swept away by the storms of reality, the concept body remained by Lenok’s side in the form of a clear necklace.

The Ascended’s concept material, which could only be kept in Makina [a fictional place or technology].

Lenok, having returned to Vulcan, had been engrossed in researching it as soon as he had the time.

“Oroknier’s mass technique isn’t a miracle that creates something from nothing.”

Lenok muttered, his eyes fixed on the analysis figures on the laboratory screen.

“If that were possible, he would have already succeeded in ascending and reached this world. His mass technique is closer to a recreation of memories using a catalyst.”

[A recreation of memories, you say?]

“By using platinum as a catalyst, he recreates the memories he broke and destroyed. Conversely, it means that he can only realize it through the technique if he breaks it with his own hands.”

Beep, beep!!

As he filled in the estimates in the empty fields and activated the simulator, the appearance of the jewel on the screen began to change.

It could transform into platinum soldiers, giant cannons and rockets, all sorts of weapons, or even fragments of buildings.

A finite cycle of restoring all the traces of destruction he had brought down with his own hands.

That was the function of the mass technique that Hermes Oroknier possessed.

“Perhaps the mass technique that Oroknier mastered wasn’t originally a power specialized for combat. Considering his background as someone closer to a scholar, it would have been a power specialized for production or manufacturing.”

[That transcendent’s power wasn’t specialized for combat?]

“I think it’s a state he reached because he greatly twisted its direction in the process of building up his hierarchy.”

Lenok had looked into Oroknier’s memories from beyond the door, so he could vaguely deduce how he had developed his mass technique.

Oroknier had no interest in resonance, a being who later rose to a position above all others by making use of his talents.

During his longer life than others, he would have had enough time and talent to refine the skills he had learned.

He might have refined the mass technique that was originally used for production or manufacturing, and eventually turned it into the platinum army that waged war.

“In the end, obtaining the qualification depends on the user who handles it, rather than the essence or limits of the power…”

That’s why Oroknier’s answer, which only ascended the concept of war, was wrong.

The irony is that Oroknier himself must have known this fact, yet he chose that method.

It might have been the Ascended’s desperate longing, close to self-abandonment, realizing that there was no hope left for himself.

But Lenok could understand the heart of the Ascended who had already failed and fallen.

Lenok was no different from them.

Even while facing countless answers that had already failed and been discarded, and declaring them wrong.

How could Lenok be sure that the answer he would give would be more correct than theirs?

Perhaps Lenok, too, might be left at the end of a more ugly failure than them.

But even knowing that, Lenok couldn’t stop chasing after the pioneers who had gone before him.

He wasn’t looking for hope, but for a method.

He wasn’t creating a qualification, but an answer.

If he had to ask questions about everything and seek answers, if even the process was a product of cause and effect to reach the conclusion-

“…At least, I don’t want to regret it.”

As Lenok muttered that and manipulated the controller, the shape of the jewel blurred and the laboratory began to vibrate.

Kugugung!!

The platinum jewel that Oroknier had left behind was a condensation of the concept body gifted by the Ascended.

The will left behind by such a transcendent was a dangerous thing, trying to interfere with the space-time just by existing there.

Although he was handling the output with several devices in between, the space-time of the laboratory was already starting to distort.

But even knowing that, Lenok had no intention of stopping his research here.

‘The mass technique that Oroknier left behind is a power with no limits to its utility.’

Lenok’s gaze, watching the platinum radiance spreading in all directions, sank deeply.

‘Even if I can’t master it perfectly, it’s enough if I know how to handle its principles properly.’

A mass technique that recreates the memories he had broken and destroyed through mass formation.

But despite the difficult conditions and the extremely poor fuel efficiency, Lenok knew that the potential inherent in this technique was infinite.

The countless strong individuals and superhumans that Lenok had defeated so far. Strategic weapons and fortresses.

If he could bring out a part of those memories using the mass technique, he was convinced that it was worth any price.

[To use the organisms I’ve fought so far as my tail-trimmer…]

Davi, who had been muttering that, suddenly began to burn with an unusual level of enthusiasm.

[That’s a great idea, Master. Let’s start right away!!]

“…Where in my research did you come to the conclusion that it’s a tail-trimmer?”

Lenok, as if dumbfounded, pushed the laboratory’s power supply lever to its limit.

Uuuuuung…!!

In order to grasp the principle of the technique, he would have to scrape the output of the concept body left by Oroknier to the bottom, even if it was unreasonable.

Lenok was prepared for the entire laboratory to be destroyed, and he was planning to use Kaise’s power to draw out the Ascended’s concept body to its limit.

Kiiing, kiiing, kigigigik…!!

The sound of glass breaking, illusions swirling in the air, and the sensation of time stretching out little by little covered and gnawed at his five senses.

The sense of incongruity, where time and space were reversed and slightly misaligned, began to affect even Lenok’s dull senses.

The screens of the expensive research equipment he had purchased shattered one after another, and severed wires writhed like snakes in all directions.

A storm of magic power mixed with the platinum radiance, creating non-existent substances in reality.

A bizarre scene where the laboratory was covered in platinum scales.

[Master…!!]

Even Davi couldn’t easily endure it in Lenok’s arms, and the aftermath of the intermittent auxiliary calculations caused explosions throughout the mansion.

But Lenok didn’t even blink, and instead directly used magic power to penetrate the platinum radiance.

The magician’s intuition, which stretched out endlessly, pierced through the Ascended’s concept body, fully opening its core.

Kiiiiiiik!!!

With a chilling noise like a door twisting and tearing, just before the laboratory’s space was crushed and distorted.

Lenok, having pulled his consciousness out of the concept body, withdrew his hand.

Shuuuuung…!!

Fwaaang!!

With the sound of the entire atmosphere being sucked in, a huge shockwave occurred, lifting the research equipment into the sky.

Just before the expensive measuring equipment, worth tens of millions of cells, became scrap metal.

[Reverse Gravity]

Lenok snapped his fingers and chanted a reverse gravity spell, preventing the equipment from falling helplessly and breaking.

Lenok, who slowly reduced the magic and gently placed the equipment back in the laboratory, glanced back.

The platinum jewel that had fallen on the cleanly extinguished workbench debris. The crystal, wrapped in pure white radiance, had no flaws.

Lenok, who slowly approached and picked up the jewel, muttered.

“This is as far as I can go. It’ll be difficult to go any further.”

If he were determined to dig all the way to the end, it would be possible to find meaning within it.

However, Lenok sensed that the memories of the battle he had fought with Oroknier could flow back in the process, so he stopped.

The place where Lenok’s mansion was located was in the 20th district.

If the memories of the battle with the Ascended were to flow back here and burst into reality, it wouldn’t be strange for tens of thousands of casualties to occur.

Now that he had confirmed the method, he had no choice but to check the rest in a secluded place.

Lenok, having retrieved the jewel, left the laboratory and locked the door.

Lenok, without hesitation, went straight up to the first floor and grabbed his coat.

Davi asked, looking bewildered.

[Are you going out for an experiment right away?]

“I’d like to, but… it seems like there’s one thing I need to take care of first.”

[Something to take care of…?]

While Davi was looking bewildered, Lenok raised his hand.

Click!!

Lenok, having taken out a pure white revolver from his pocket, immediately drew up magic power and layered auxiliary magic. He pulled the trigger.

Pajijijik…!!

A bright blue magic light gathered like blood vessels along the white barrel, disappeared with the gunshot.

The bullet, fired randomly, ricocheted off the walls of the hallway and disappeared towards the stairs in an instant.

Immediately after, blood began to drip from the bottom of the stairs, where there was nothing.

“…Kuh!!”

Thud!!

Something that had fallen between the stairs with a short groan wriggled and then ran away.

Lenok, having lowered the gun, stared at the figure with a cold gaze.

“An uninvited guest has come to the mansion. Shouldn’t we go out to greet them?”

* * *

Tap!

A regular noise echoed through the quiet mansion hallway.

Lenok, holding a staff with a flowing shape like water, strode through the hallway without hesitation.

As Lenok stood in the living room with a blank face, a shadow, bent like a scythe, fell over his head.

Saaak!!

A flash of light, with a bizarrely torn mouth like a demon, tried to bite Lenok’s neck without hesitation.

But Lenok didn’t even look at him, nor did he draw up magic power to react.

He simply stood in a place where the living room was clearly visible and lightly tapped the staff in his hand once.

Tap!

At that moment, the scenery of the living room flipped upside down, and the shadow’s body was slammed upside down into the ceiling.

Kwaaang!!

“Kuhak!!”

“There’s almost no magic power felt.”

As Lenok tapped the staff once more, this time the figure was slammed into the floor and twisted.

Lenok muttered, looking down at the figure writhing with its head buried under his feet.

“Innate ability. Is it a superpower or a bloodline ability? No, it feels more primal than that…”

Lenok, who had been lost in thought for a moment, nodded.

“I see. It’s closer to a racial trait. Was he not human in the first place?”

“Kuhk…!! Uwaaak!!”

With another snap of his fingers, the body of the opponent with his head buried was flipped over without any warning.

Lenok carefully observed the man who revealed his face with a bewildered expression.

“Looking at his lower jaw and teeth alignment, it doesn’t seem like he can’t speak. Why isn’t he talking?”

He had guessed that he was a demi-human, but looking at his appearance, he was almost no different from a human.

However, his skin was unusually dark and his presence was faint, making it difficult to notice.

Moreover, since there was almost no magic power in his constitution, it would have been difficult to perceive his presence with ordinary detection abilities.

“If you don’t want to become a test subject alive, you’d better say something.”

Lenok smiled strangely and stepped on his neck with his foot.

“I’m also very curious about how you broke through the mansion’s barrier and security system.”

“N-No… I didn’t know!!”

Perhaps Lenok’s threat of using him as a test subject didn’t sound like a joke.

The man, who had only been groaning, hurriedly shouted in response.

“I didn’t know?”

“Y-Yes… I didn’t know. I didn’t know this house was a magician’s mansion like yours…!!”

The man pleaded, not even thinking about stopping the blood flowing from his side.

“If I had known, I would never have come in. Please spare me… no, please spare my life!!”

“…”

He had such excellent stealth abilities that he could break into the mansion, yet he didn’t even know who Lenok was.

Feeling a sense of incongruity, Lenok immediately checked the mansion’s barrier and security systems.

“…I see. Did the power of the barrier weaken in the process of breaking down Oroknier’s concept body?”

“W-What?”

Lenok, leaving the bewildered man behind, muttered while lost in thought.

“Even if it’s understandable that there was a backlash since I was experimenting with the intention of blowing up the laboratory, it doesn’t make sense that an intruder came in right away.”

Lenok’s cold gaze turned towards the man’s collar.

“You were targeting this mansion from the beginning. Isn’t that right?”

“No, please…!!”

Thwack!!

As he struck the man’s chest with a shock magic, objects spilled out from his front.

Bundles of cash and a few magic books he had received while bounty hunting. Even an artifact with an old jewel embedded in it.

Lenok laughed as he looked at the thief who had diligently stolen things in that short time.

“You’re saying no?”

“…U-Uwaaak!!”

Just as the man, in despair, was about to swing a small sickle at Lenok like a seizure.

Bang!!

The pure white revolver spat fire and pierced the man’s forehead.

A near-instantaneous rapid fire, chanting a shooting assist magic. The man, who couldn’t even react, fell backward with a faint death rattle.

Lenok turned his back on the young man’s corpse and silently looked around the quiet mansion.

A scene so peaceful that it was hard to believe that a thief had broken into the mansion just a moment ago.

Lenok laughed as he looked at the mansion, which was so natural that he couldn’t notice the incongruity with the naked eye.

“There are more, right?”

No answer was heard.

But Lenok didn’t care and spoke as if explaining to someone invisible.

“It’s planned from the beginning, targeting the time after the party. If you saw the loot piled up in the garden, you would have known that one person wouldn’t be enough. And decisively…”

Lenok, pointing the gun at the young man’s corpse, laughed.

“He was desperately waiting for something until the moment he died. Isn’t it because he has companions?”

“…”

“If you don’t intend to come out until the end, there’s nothing I can do.”

The moment he tapped the staff once more, the scenery of the mansion began to shake little by little.

Creation-type Unique Magic: Spell Application

Phase Summoning: Concept Mixing

“Let’s gather them in one place and think about it.”

[Aramathos’s Camouflage]

Kugugugu…!!

The scenery of the hallway and living room, the ceiling and kitchen, distorted, overlapped in one place, and rotated as if unfolding.

A scene where Lenok’s mansion writhed and violently fluctuated as if it were alive according to his will.

A liquid like gastric acid leaked from the walls and ceilings, pushing out the impurities that had been secretly hidden inside.

Chiiiiik!!

“Kkyaaaack!!”

Screams erupted from all over, along with the sound of flesh melting.

Ghostly figures, like pale shadows, were dragged out as if sliding, and bounced off the vibrations of the hallway and ceiling.

Those who couldn’t endure it and tried to escape frantically searched for an exit, but with the illusion of space being distorted, the escape routes all converged into one.

The entire mansion was mixed with the stomach of a huge living creature, digesting and spitting out impurities.

Life and matter that were not originally Lenok’s were slipping and being driven out as if chased by gastric acid and acid.

In the end, they all gathered at the edge of the mansion’s garden as if they had been thrown there.

“Haa, haa…!!”

The dozen or so thieves, who had been exposed and chased out in an instant, glared at Lenok, breathing heavily with bloodshot eyes.

They were burning with fighting spirit, but their flesh was already melting in the stomach acid, revealing their bare flesh.

“Kill!!”

The demi-humans, panting like beasts, rushed madly towards Lenok.

What was unique was that the weapons they held were all green glowing daggers.

Just as they appeared from hiding in all directions of the garden and tried to stab the daggers into Lenok’s face.

Kiriirik!!

They were all deflected by the flow of the shield rotating in front of Lenok’s face.

Creation-type Unique Magic: Synthesis

[Mental Scream]

[Shock Buster]

[Dual Chant: Psycho Shocker]

The faint waves that stretched out from his fingertips split into dozens of flashes and rotated simultaneously in different directions.

A creation magic created by combining the mental scream, which forcibly elevates the human mind, and the shock magic shock buster.

Eujijijik!!

The intense mental shockwave that was generated was swung around as if smashing the demi-humans’ consciousness.

The dozens of demi-humans began to convulse with their eyes completely rolled back.

“Aaaaargh!!”

The dozens of superhumans, having completely lost their reason, indiscriminately wielded their murderous intent towards Lenok.

The moment he raised his staff, a magic thread surged and grabbed the thieves’ limbs, making them dance in unison.

Thud! Thud! Thud!!!

Led by the manipulation magic, they held hands and embraced each other, stabbing their blades into each other’s hearts without hesitation.

“Kuh…uh…”

The demi-humans, standing in a circle, leaned on each other with daggers stabbed into each other’s hearts.

They died standing, without falling like dominoes.

A bizarre scene where dozens of people died at the same time in the middle of the mansion’s garden, bleeding.

Lenok, who was looking at the scene, immediately turned his back and was about to enter the mansion when.

A low voice echoed from behind him.

“You are too merciful to the thieves who came to your house.”

Pook!!

Several young men with the same face were shoving blades into the corpses of the fallen demi-humans.

After stabbing them in the heart once more, they ruthlessly cut off the demi-humans’ necks and dropped them on the spot.

The moment the twin young men, who had suddenly appeared and showed a ruthless execution without hesitation, turned their gazes at the same time.

Shuuk!!

The young men’s bodies overlapped into one on the spot and turned into one person.

A strange ability to create clones of oneself. But no magic power was felt in the process.

“A psychic?”

“Since ancient times, it has been the principle to hang the heads of robbers who enter a house.”

The young man said with a smile.

“If you wish, we can help you clean up the trash. What do you think?”

“…”

Lenok, who had been silent, spoke while leaning on his staff.

“You deliberately cut off their heads even though they were already dead.”

“Yes?”

Lenok, pointing at the demi-humans who had died with daggers stabbed into each other’s hearts, tilted his head.

“And you cut them off almost simultaneously. Do they not die if you don’t do that?”

“…”

Lenok smiled coldly.

“You know who these demi-humans are.”

The smile on his lips slightly crumbled, and the moment his fingertips twitched.

The young man’s body was bent in half and slammed into the mansion wall.

Kwaaaang!!

“Ugh…!!!”

An overwhelming gap that the young man’s senses couldn’t even perceive any warning of.

If he hadn’t sensed the ominousness and raised his arm, it wouldn’t have been strange if his ribs had been crushed.

Lenok, who had lifted the young man’s body as if it were a sculpture on the wall, asked.

“It’s no coincidence that you appeared at the end and tried to take credit. What are you?”

“Cough, cough!! P-Please give me a moment…”

The young man coughed dryly and replied.

“…I can explain.”

“Try it.”

As Lenok said that and raised his hand, a tree trunk rose from the yard and transformed into the shape of a chair.

The young man, who had been staring blankly at Lenok who had naturally leaned back in the chair, came to his senses and hurriedly opened his mouth.

“I am Armand Martins, a consultant for the Central Council.”

“Central Council?”

The moment Lenok faintly frowned at those words.

The young man, who called himself Armand, took out a golden letter from his pocket.

“Today, I have come here as a messenger of the Central Council’s Senate.”