Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 837

[The promoters are confident that this match will be the highlight of this week’s games. I can’t wait!]

“Start it already!!”

“I’m betting right now, so give me the odds!!”

The crowd’s reaction intensified, mirroring the host’s excitement.

Whether it was Gamma-level or Lambda-level [referring to different grades of doping agents], they didn’t seem to care at all.

They didn’t care if doping agents were used or not, as long as the match was entertaining.

They were simply thrilled by the idea of making the match more special, without concern for the specifics.

The host, instead of prolonging the explanation, immediately called the waiting participants into the arena.

They were hardened criminals with extensive records, confined in mobile prisons.

All of them were superhumans above level 5 [a measure of superhuman power].

They were the prime subjects the organizers had prepared for this event, to test the doping agents.

Pshhh!!

A bald giant with pale veins bulging all over his body. A freak with thick chains instead of arms.

Lawless individuals with all sorts of bizarre appearances emerged and injected the doping agents into their arms as instructed.

[It’s started.]

Fwip!!

Simultaneously, a screen descended from the ceiling, displaying the faces of hundreds of people.

The project’s clients, the customers who would evaluate the designers’ drugs, had connected their feeds and revealed their faces.

The people who had been milling around the room bowed their heads in unison toward the screen.

“Minister, how do you do!!”

“Have you been well, Congressman?”

“Congratulations on winning the last title match.”

“I’ve heard of your achievements in the conflict zone-”

The businessmen greeted their clients from all sides, as if they had been waiting for this moment.

However, the clients on the screen casually dismissed the designers’ greetings.

[Enough, just show us the match. Where are the participants?]

[I’ve heard whose bone marrow was used to make the doping agent. You’d better be prepared if it doesn’t meet my expectations.]

[I want to bet too, can I participate if I send money to this account?]

Another match was unfolding from a different perspective and situation than the stadium’s audience.

The designers immediately bowed, fulfilling all sorts of requests from their clients.

“Don’t worry. We will show you who is the most skilled.”

“I’ve contacted the organizers, so you’ll be guided on where to bet.”

“We will immediately display the participants and the doping agents used on the screen.”

Fwaa!

A list detailing the situation appeared in one corner of the screen.

The designer’s name, the doping agent they created and its raw materials, and the identification number of the participant who received the drug.

[James Ivanon. Central nervous system accelerator, nerve bundles of a physical ability user. No. 37.]

[Edgar Bowder. Physical resistance amplifier, Galava Chris’s bone powder. No. 7.]

[Cornett Palmer. Main force construction awakening agent, a sorcerer’s heart. No. 13.]

[Paris Mackenzie. Addictive hormone inducer, a poison master’s gall bladder. No. 88.]

[Dristan Hume. Demonic manifestation agent, Ava Franjet’s brain fluid. No. 62.]

……

The types and effects of the doping agents were more diverse than expected.

Rather than simply increasing physical abilities, the focus was on granting special abilities or properties.

Perhaps this was due to the materials used to make the doping agents—the body parts or characteristics of superhumans.

Most entries only indicated the hierarchy of the materials used, but some doping agents clearly stated their names.

“Ava Franjet……?”

[Franjet? Is that the Franjet I know?]

[Did Dristan get that crazy witch’s brain fluid?]

The designers and clients around them couldn’t hide their shock, and Dristan looked around with a smug expression.

Seeing Lenok’s puzzled look, Murphy whispered in a low voice.

“That’s the name of a witch who committed massacres and was burned at the stake hundreds of years ago. There were rumors that she went mad trying to ascend [achieve a higher level of power or existence].”

“…….”

“Her tomb was discovered and looted before, and it seems there were some crazy bastards who even touched her corpse. Aren’t they afraid of the curse?”

It seemed they had used the body fluids of a famous superhuman, known to most of the designers and clients gathered here, as a material for the doping agent.

There were other doping agents whose names were revealed, and each was made using the body parts of incredible superhumans or monsters.

[Archduke Kabahim, a finger of the giant Jillian. If this gets out, it won’t just end with a diplomatic dispute.]

[Are they out of their minds, bringing the gravedigger’s bone powder?]

[Yeah, it has to be this good to be worth watching!!]

[Murphy, what kind of doping agent did you-]

The clients, who were pretending to scold him but couldn’t hide their anticipation, fell silent when they saw the data Murphy had submitted.

[Alejandro Murphy. Magic power enhancer. Blood of a superhuman above level 7. No. 25.]

The source of the material listed under Murphy’s name was practically generic.

The clients’ faces, which had been full of anticipation, were tinged with faint disappointment.

[Hmm… it feels a bit different from the results you showed us last time.]

[I thought you would bring a more concrete result than this.]

[Do you not know what we want from this project?]

Some clients were already losing interest in Murphy and turning their attention elsewhere.

[Then we will start the match right away!!!]

With a grand bell sound, the participants who had finished doping walked into the middle of the arena.

“Waaaaaah……!!”

A bald giant swelling his limbs like a giant. A freak whose arm chains were melting like sticky poison.

A demon-like man with skin turned black, and a berserker laughing maniacally while dripping blood.

The audience went wild at the changes in the superhumans, who had become incomparably stronger than in previous matches.

“Waaaaa! This is crazy!!”

“A bunch of monsters have arrived!!”

“F**k, wait a minute!!! There was no mention of them being this strong!!”

“That’s it!! Let’s go!!”

Beyond the arena, where excitement, anticipation, anger, and frustration were mixed, a dozen superhumans moved at the same time.

Kwaaaang!!!

Blood winds raged from all sides, explosions roared, and all sorts of obstacles in the arena were crushed like toys.

A slaughter that started instantly without any warning.

“I have one question.”

Lenok, who had been frowning at the deafening shouts, asked as if he had just remembered.

“If this project is a place to compare the skills of designers, why did they have each of them bring different doping materials? The conditions are too different to compare skills.”

“Because this isn’t a place to compare average skills.”

It wasn’t Murphy who answered, but Dristan, who had spoken to him earlier.

Dristan, who had approached them, looked down at the No. 62 participant who had been injected with his doping agent, and said with a satisfied look.

“Use the best materials you can get to make the doping agent and participate. That was the only condition.”

“Why is that?”

“Because the clients gathered here are all powerful people who can get the materials for the doping agents they want.”

It seemed that the witch Ava Franjet was a user of ice-type magic, as the No. 62 participant who received her brain fluid was rampaging with a frost storm around his body.

Kuooh!

Every time he swung his fist, cold air surged, and the ground he stepped on froze, blocking the other participants.

Dristan, looking at the spectacular performance that stood out even in this place, answered with satisfaction.

“This place isn’t for clients to see the average skill of the designers, but to see their peak. Do you understand?”

“…Peak, huh.”

Since most of the clients gathered here were powerful people or celebrities who could get the materials they wanted,

They wanted to see how well the designers could process the best materials and turn them into doping agents.

Whioooo!!!

The power of the witch Franjet was so strong that half of the vast arena was frozen solid.

About four or five of the participants who were indiscriminately swept away couldn’t withstand the cold and collapsed.

A giant with his hands and feet greatly swollen was rampaging madly, throwing boulders everywhere, and a demon-like man was tearing apart the fleeing participants.

The shouts grew louder every time blood splattered and the criminals who had been injected with doping agents fell one by one.

Waaaaaaa!!!

The designers who lost the competition looked around with pale faces and quickly left their seats.

The clients who were focused on the match through the screen didn’t even glance at them.

Dristan openly chuckled at the sight.

“If I do well, I can even steal the clients of other designers. Of course, the others participated with that in mind too… but it’s meaningless in front of my work.”

“…….”

“In that sense, your response is very disappointing, Murphy.”

Dristan, with a mocking expression, brought his chubby face close to Murphy.

“I had high expectations since you’re from the Central City, but where did you get such a basic material? Don’t you know how common superhuman blood is in this industry?”

“Dristan. I don’t think it’s your place to worry about that.”

Murphy, leaning back in his wheelchair, tilted his head.

“As you said, this place isn’t for accurately measuring the skills of designers. If anything, it’s closer to a promotion to attract key clients. It’s no different from the purpose of this underground arena. But…”

Murphy smirked, looking at Dristan’s twitching face.

“What I have obtained is a power that makes such standards meaningless.”

“…What?”

Thud!!

In the meantime, Dristan’s champion, who was carrying a frost storm, reached the No. 25 participant.

An old man who had been sitting with his head bowed, not moving once since receiving the doping agent.

The appearance of a prisoner who seemed to have no energy left, chosen as the target for Murphy’s doping agent.

“Central City. Because he’s a doctor, he had a lot of valuable clients, not befitting his status.”

Dristan clenched his fist so hard it seemed like it would break, watching the two of them face off.

“I’ll show you clearly here. I’m the only one who can make Lambda-level doping agents as I please-!!!!”

The cold energy that formed in the champion’s hands fell directly onto the prisoner’s head at that moment.

Black lightning flashed in the prisoner’s eyes.

Flash……!!

At that moment, the entire underground arena glowed darkly and then subsided.

The No. 62 participant’s entire body turned into black ashes and collapsed on the spot.

“Huh…? Huh?”

[…….]

A flash of lightning that was too short to even be called a moment.

Dristan let out a blank groan at the surreal result, and the clients beyond the screen opened their mouths wide.

Fzzzt……!!

The prisoner, covered in black lightning, stood up from his seat with a blank face.

Everywhere his feet touched, black ripples spread out, breaking the ice and evaporating the poison.

A sinister magic power that scattered a desolate heat as if it were boiling, just by standing still.

“Just by wearing magic power, it has such power…”

“What kind of material did he use to adjust the drug…!!”

Just by having the user wear the magic power contained in the doping agent, he was overwhelming all the participants in this place.

The atmosphere of the VIP seats froze coldly as they realized its power and true value.

[I, I’ve seen magic power with such power before…]

One of the clients who was watching the scene shouted, trembling.

[It’s the power of the Underworld King…!! Who brought the Underworld King’s blood to this arena!!]

“…Hmm?”

At that moment, Murphy’s expression, who had been smiling and making eye contact with Lenok, turned sullen.