Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 814

A dazzling, pure white light crashed down on Lenok’s shoulders.

The cursed flames that had been trying to devour him retreated along the border of the light, twisting as if in pain.

The light of the priestess, descending from his shoulders, flowed down his arms, reaching below his wrists.

The light, which had been slowly rotating below his wrists, soon transformed into a small tattoo-like mark on Lenok’s right wrist.

Whirr!!

A small vortex swirled across his skin, a movement as if trying to be engraved as a stigma [a mark of disgrace or a symbol of divine favor].

He realized that this was a miracle occurring as the priestess transferred her own power for the sake of a single person.

The spirit of the lord, who had been trying to merge with Mugan and disappear, frowned as if displeased.

“A tool of the Order. You’re already on the verge of collapse, having exhausted even your soul’s power, yet you still try to leave a legacy?”

[…….]

“How can you be so devoted while serving a mad god who doesn’t care for you?”

Instead of responding to his words, the priestess approached Lenok and met his gaze.

As if the insults and slanders thrown by the lord were meaningless.

Even if they insulted, belittled, and denied her doctrines and faith, she did not waver for a moment.

The fact that the priestess was not swayed by denial and rejection was because she had conviction in the faith she had chosen.

Lenok had known since the first time he met her that the faith the priestess possessed was such a power.

[You look tired.]

“……You think? We’re both running on fumes.”

Lenok replied, barely parting his lips, which were dry with fatigue.

The priestess smiled as if she had expected Lenok’s curt response.

[Now I understand clearly. You are indeed different from Him.]

“…….”

[With a talent from beyond, like His, you look into the other side of the world, drawing answers that transcend the past and the future. But even so…….]

Her words did not continue, remaining only within the priestess’s mind.

Her gaze turned back to Lenok with a faint smile.

Perhaps the priestess had been watching Lenok and had found her own answer.

As Lenok stared at her fading spirit, which seemed as if it would disappear at any moment,

The priestess turned her head and spoke.

[You once said that our doctrines were wrong.]

She slowly looked past Lenok at the firmly closed main gate of Mugan.

[In this world, a human life is like a candle in the wind… a mere warmth that quickly vanishes with a gentle breeze.]

“…….”

[The fact that the curse observed in this sanctuary is also in the form of a candle… is probably because both Yorta and the Order once defined humans as such.]

“Now you want to say it’s not?”

[…….]

Knowing that there was not much time left, Lenok indulged her in her questions.

Just as Lenok did not have much time left, he knew that this was her last moment.

Sentenced to death by Jinwa’s incantation, she had journeyed with Lenok in spirit form.

But that brief companionship was also coming to an end.

He knew that the priestess’s power, which she had forcibly used in her unstable spiritual state,

had completely disappeared as she displayed the Order’s miracle against the Ascendant.

Now, the priestess had only come to see him to say her final farewell.

The priestess, who had been silently looking at Lenok with warm eyes, spoke.

[You may be right. Perhaps it was wrong from the beginning.]

“…….”

[But more than anything, in this irrational world… we hope.]

As she spoke, the priestess slowly extended both hands and grasped Lenok’s hands.

[Even if we ourselves cannot exist beyond the end, we hope for someone who will save this chaotic world.]

The moment Lenok’s stiff hands were placed on the priestess’s hands,

Lenok’s body began to shine brightly with the same pure white spiritual energy as the priestess.

[And this is my role.]

Fwaaaat!!!

It was not just that his body was covered in light.

The moment the priestess grabbed Lenok’s hand and infused him with an unknown intention,

The completely closed rift before Lenok’s eyes began to slowly open again.

Crack!!

At the same time as the spatial rift opened before his eyes, the priestess’s own presence rapidly faded.

A miracle as if she was opening a new passage for spatial transfer at the cost of her own existence.

Lenok, feeling a familiar sense of déjà vu from that sight, muttered unconsciously.

“……Apostle Technique.”

Apostle Technique. Among them, it was the one used by the apostle that Lenok had witnessed several times before.

Lenok himself had experienced it countless times against the members of the Order, and had even ended up subduing the 10th Apostle, Amrita.

The priestess, Seina Naidri, was trying to use the scales of the Apostle Technique Amrita on Lenok.

Completing the human sacrifice, which was absolutely necessary as the price of the technique, by offering her own existence.

Tap tap!!

Lenok felt himself being transferred from that spot, as if his body was being pulled into the spatial rift.

The input value of the spatial coordinates centered on Lenok itself was changing, a strange sensation as if he was leaving the sanctuary of Mugan.

The priestess watched this and slowly released Lenok’s hand.

[If there is a next time for us. If that is not the answer of the Order.]

Fwaaaaaat!!

Each time the rift widened and rotated above Lenok’s head, the priestess’s spirit gradually disappeared and vanished.

Her existence, which had been using the power of revelation while leaving her spirit intact, was now completely disappearing due to the backlash of the Apostle Technique.

Just as she had laid a bridge of souls in the spirit realm to guide Lenok to Mugan,

She was once again sacrificing her own existence to send Lenok out of Mugan.

As if that was the last role given to her.

[That will surely be a miracle that begins with an existence like you.]

“……You.”

Even as she sacrificed herself to guide Lenok beyond Mugan, her expression was peaceful until the very end.

As Lenok silently watched her, the priestess looked at Lenok and smiled quietly.

[I think I’m okay now.]

The moment her vanishing spirit scattered and even her expression was erased,

The rift that had swallowed Lenok’s body soared through the entire spirit realm, beyond the collapsing sanctuary of Mugan.

“This… Could it be that the Order’s priestess is sacrificing herself…!!”

The lord, only then realizing that the priestess had sacrificed herself to help Lenok escape, tried to grab him,

But even his scream was buried and disappeared beyond the collapsing space of Mugan.

Kwaaaaaa!!!!

At the same time as the priestess’s spirit completely vanished, the scales of the Apostle Technique Amrita activated.

Using the power of large-scale spatial transfer, it sent Lenok’s spatial coordinates outside of Mugan.

Whoosh!!

The moment he felt his vision shake, his ears explode, and his senses heighten,

All his senses disappeared as if it were a lie, and his vision turned pitch black.

Thud thud thud!!

He effortlessly passed through the waves of souls surging from above and below, past the collapsed bridge of souls and the spirit of the guide watching.

His senses flickered as if they were jumping around, going back and forth between the state where soul and matter coexisted.

Swoosh!!!

Thud!!

Lenok’s body slid down the stairs of a huge tower’s corridor and tumbled to the ground.

“……!!!”

His throat was parched, and no scream would come out.

In the bizarre pain, as if his five senses were burning, he regained his sight.

The corridor beyond was already familiar to Lenok.

Yorta, the military city. The Requiem Tower of the Night Parade of a Myriad Ghosts, located at its center.

From the Ghost Dragon’s Fortress, through the spirit realm, and beyond Mugan [a pocket dimension]. Lenok had finally returned to the Requiem Tower.

“Haa, haa……!!”

He pounded his stiff chest and desperately gasped for breath.

If he didn’t force himself to breathe, he felt like he would lose consciousness at any moment, but he couldn’t afford to lose it yet.

The interior of the Requiem Tower was a domain ruled by the spirits of the Soul Calming Hall [a place where spirits are pacified].

If they heard what happened in Mugan, they would surely not leave Lenok alone.

Either way, his current condition was close to the worst.

“Cough!!”

He staggered up the corridor stairs, moving his blood-dripping body.

Through his magic sense, he could feel countless spirits busily running around the tower.

To avoid them and descend the tower to leave the city would probably require considerable effort.

However, in Lenok’s mind, the priestess’s last moment was still replaying.

Why did the priestess sacrifice herself at the last moment to help Lenok escape?

Was it because her existence, already reduced to a soul, had finally found a place to fulfill its last meaning?

Even while acknowledging the criticism and denial of the Order until the very end, she didn’t even try to persuade Lenok.

She simply sacrificed herself to help Lenok escape, as if even Lenok’s existence, which denied and rejected the Order, had meaning.

“Cough, cough……!!”

He covered his mouth with one hand, desperately trying to hide his coughs.

The sticky blood dripped between his fingers, and his forearm had turned purple from being bound by magic threads for so long that the blood couldn’t circulate.

With a hand that barely felt any pain, he struggled up the stairs of the Requiem Tower and opened the door leading downwards.

Crack!!

Thud!!

Lenok realized that his body had been hit by something and slammed into the wall.

“……!!”

Kwaaaang!!

The wall of the Requiem Tower collapsed on the spot, completely rearranging the tower’s stairs and space.

Lenok’s body fell down below the collapsing and reassembling space of the Requiem Tower.

Thump!!

Lenok realized that he was now lying in front of nine huge steles [upright stone slabs].

The great spirits hidden in the deepest sanctuary of the Requiem Tower.

Those who once led and guided the Night Parade of a Myriad Ghosts, and now, fallen, had even lost their physical bodies, the beings of the Soul Calming Hall.

[I did not think that a mere mortal would disturb the sanctuary of Mugan so much.]

The flames of souls flickered wildly beyond the steles.

The emotions felt from their prime were so intense that their voices, which did not resonate through vocal cords, felt as if they were trembling.

[Since the failure of the Night Parade of a Myriad Ghosts, no sinner has disgraced this city as much as you.]

“……”

[Answer, sorcerer of Pandemonium. How will you take responsibility for this sin that cannot be atoned for even by burning your soul!!!]

Thud!!

At the same time as those words, something bound all over was dragged out powerlessly from beyond the black steles of the Soul Calming Hall.

The spirit of a boy who looked young. His once confident expression had lost its strength, and the presence that flowed through his body was so faint that it seemed like it would disappear at any moment.

His entire body, made of spirit, was riddled with dozens of stakes made of charms.

Oris, the chief inquisitor who guarded the first basement level of the Requiem Tower.

The inquisitor who had taken Lenok to the Ghost Dragon’s Fortress and said he would buy time by confronting the Soul Calming Hall was lying there in a miserable state.

With a hazy gaze, Oris, who was lying down, looked back at Lenok and grinned.

“……Human.”

“……”

“It seems you… managed to do your part.”

Lenok chuckled.

“You’re still alive.”

“Hehe, it’s been a while since I’ve met a fool… who asks a ghost if he’s alive.”

Oris said that and flopped down.

“Ha… but the plan failed. Neither you nor I will be able to survive here.”

“……”

“Even after achieving the feat of winning against the remains of an Ascendant [a being of higher power] and experiencing the miracle of escaping Mugan with your bare body, you’re going to die here.”

Oris clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“It’s a pity for both of us.”

As he said that, the ceiling of the tower where the spirits of the Soul Calming Hall were located opened wide, and thousands of military spirits poured down……

The sanctuary of the Soul Calming Hall, created by rearranging the space of the Requiem Tower.

Innumerable military spirits, enough to fill the entire common area, awakened from all directions of the Requiem Tower and surrounded Lenok, drooling.

[Ah, the flesh of a living being……!!]

[Is it the one of the sinner who destroyed Mugan…….]

[A soul with too deep a karma to be confined in the tower…….]

The body of a living being that had exhausted all its strength and was dying.

A soul that had been trampled so weakly that it could not even resist.

Now, they could devour the unique soul and flesh of that infinitely alien sorcerer without leaving a trace, and temporarily satisfy their unquenchable hunger.

A menacing aura that would devour Lenok alive on the spot if the Soul Calming Hall gave permission.

[Manipulator of Pandemonium. By the authority of the nine spirits who manage Yorta, we will decide your fate.]

The spirits of the Soul Calming Hall looked down at Lenok and delivered a stern judgment.

[Intrusion into the Requiem Tower, the foundation of Yorta. Defiling the sanctuary of Mugan, disrupting its essence, and ultimately leading everything to destruction and collapse.]

[Your sin shall be atoned for by burning your soul eternally in the deepest depths of this tower.]

[Until the end of the world, we will tear apart your soul and flesh and inflict only the most terrible pain!!]

The spirits were enraged and emitted a fierce spiritual pressure, and with that power alone, they pressed down on Lenok’s shoulders, opening his wounds and causing blood to drip.

However, even as Lenok writhed under the pressure of the spirits, he slipped his hand into his robe and said.

“You seem to be mistaken… I didn’t come here to take responsibility.”

Unlike Mugan, which was isolated in the middle of the spirit realm, this place was a reality that Lenok was more than familiar with.

All the power and artifacts that Lenok had acquired as a mage were working properly.

The moment Lenok, clutching the Archangel’s Compassion [a powerful artifact] within his shadow robe, drew up his magic power,

Saint-type magic power flashed in all directions through the rainbow-colored gem and poured down on the group of military spirits.

Kieeeing!!

[Aaaaargh!!]

The military spirits that had been closing in on Lenok lost their forms in an instant and collapsed on the spot.

The souls that had become vengeful spirits by being subjugated to the Requiem Tower could not withstand the Saint-type magic power for long and were purified and annihilated.

Taking advantage of the gap created by the panicked military spirits retreating from all directions, Lenok immediately hooked the magic threads onto the Archangel’s Compassion and pulled.

The priestess’s power that Seina Naidrie had transferred to Lenok.

The moment he poured magic power into the stigma engraved on his palm and slammed it down violently towards the Archangel’s Compassion.

[……Ah.]

The Archangel of the old world, who had been sleeping inside the artifact, moved as if waking up and stretching.

[An unpleasant yet nostalgic call.]

At the same time as the gray-white wings spread wide on both sides of the gem, Kashuin opened his eyes.

[The power of the one I longed for even in death.]

“……!!!”

[Sanctuary Declaration]

The sanctuary of the Archangel who serves a failed god was unfolded in this place.