Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 932

Anathema (7)

Kuuuung!!

At the edge of the city, the goat-headed giant rampages, and the twin spear blades flash incessantly.

The guardians of the Twin Lotus Gate and the generals of Dead Rise.

Level 8 lancers, who have never been on the same side for even a moment, are engaged in a fierce battle, doing their best to stop the apostle.

However, Lenok’s attention was not on the battles taking place inside and outside the city, but on the one person standing before him.

“A road to meet the cult leader…”

Lenok muttered, echoing the words the leader had thrown out, and gave a wry smile.

The leader of Pandemonium. The answerer who transcended the world and reached the next.

He hadn’t known it that day when he first met him in the Hanghasa Labyrinth [a vast, complex maze].

He hadn’t been sure even at the moment when he put his grand plan into action at the Well of the Almanac [a place of great significance, possibly related to fate or knowledge].

It took so much time and agony to face his true identity after reading the memories of the Ascendant in the second world that had been destroyed and fallen.

Lenok smiled, aiming his magic gun at his back.

“I doubt if that’s even possible, but before that, I think there was something else I needed to hear.”

[……]

This was the second time they had faced each other directly.

In the meantime, Lenok and the leader had never exchanged any information or communication about each other’s existence.

Lenok had only unilaterally followed his traces and looked into the memories of the old world.

It wouldn’t be strange if he didn’t know. It would be natural if he didn’t bother to care.

Yet, he makes such a suggestion without hesitation, as if he had known Lenok for a long time.

As if he thought Lenok already knew everything about their existence.

As if he had known who Lenok was from the beginning.

“It’s been a while, Leader.”

Lenok smiled.

“It’s too late to introduce ourselves now, but we know each other’s names. Don’t we?”

There was no need to explain Lenok’s identity in detail in front of him.

He would have known a long time ago, and he just didn’t bother to say it even though he knew.

Perhaps he might not even have any feelings about that fact in the first place.

[……A name, you say.]

The leader slowly raised his gaze at Lenok’s words.

[I don’t place any meaning in such things anymore.]

“……”

Without even paying attention to the magic gun aimed at his back, without turning around to face him.

He seemed so distant, as if he would walk out of the control tower and disappear at any moment.

Lenok also asked, knowing that such pressure was meaningless.

“Why are you here? Did you show up to mourn the people you killed?”

[I don’t have many opportunities left.]

The leader turned his gaze.

[Killing innocent people is not even something I can call meaningful.]

“……”

Was he saying that the leader was not the one who killed Oshto Duris, the Meister [master craftsman] of Duris Workshop?

Just as Lenok frowned at the leader’s unexpected answer, the leader slowly muttered.

[If I were to be picky, even this moment is close to unnecessary consumption. Nevertheless, the reason I am here is…]

The leader, who had turned to face Lenok, said.

[It cannot be a reason, but I believed it could be a trigger.]

“A trigger…?”

The leader’s manifestation was more of a trigger than a reason.

While Lenok was pondering those words, the leader slowly opened the hand he was holding.

[We are playing an endless game of chess, with the moment when causality closes in front of us.]

“……”

[The pieces in our hands and the board we stand on are different, so we don’t often meet… but very rarely, there are times when our times overlap like this.]

The dark control room of the control tower where the leader and Lenok stood.

He gazes at the dark night sky spread out over the broken window with a static-filled gaze.

[Coincidence is a concept that cannot be reproduced by itself, but rather, it works as a powerful causality in itself.]

The leader’s face, covered in complex static, seemed to slowly scan Lenok’s presence.

[That’s why he… is trying so hard to control his origin.]

“……”

A profound explanation of the cult leader’s origin.

However, Lenok could vaguely understand what the leader was trying to say.

Coincidence is the essence of the cult leader, and it is a causality that even the cult leader himself cannot easily control.

This very moment is a coincidence where their times intersect, and it is one of the few moments when the cult leader’s influence can reach reality.

The leader must also be here with the intention of meeting the cult leader, taking advantage of this moment.

“It’s an interesting proposal, but it doesn’t feel realistic.”

However, Lenok knew that he could not explain the current situation with that proposal.

“The birth of the six apostles must be the result of the cult leader’s intervention. If he, who does not exist in reality, had not contacted Anathema, this situation could not be explained.”

[……]

“But if that’s the case, the cult leader’s goal from the beginning would have been to get his hands on Anathema, so why would he try to intervene in reality again now?”

Lenok said, staring intently at the leader’s silent figure.

“Your origin itself would be the most contrasting concept to him.”

The leader of Pandemonium does not move first unless it is something he has planned.

Apart from his innate nature or talent, a huge price is required for his existence to exist in this world.

Carefully and cautiously, after a long preparation, he brings out a miracle that others cannot even imagine as a result in a moment.

Wasn’t that the essence that revealed him, who had opened his eyes in the second world as a magic gunner, more accurately than anything else?

Lenok muttered, putting away the magic gun he had been aiming at the leader.

“Unless it’s in the form of summoning the cult leader into reality, there’s no reason to follow the proposal. Above all, he is…”

He is broken.

A transcendent who failed one salvation, passed through two ascensions, and reached the third opportunity.

Surely, he may have once thought and wished for the same things as Lenok.

However, he chose only the possibilities that Lenok would never choose to overcome his limits.

And now, he exists through a method that no one else in this world has ever tried, and is waiting for the end.

It would be extremely dangerous for Lenok to directly enter the cult leader’s mental realm, unlike the leader.

Even if the meaning of meeting the cult leader is set aside, it is meaningless unless it is in the form of directly summoning him into reality.

[With the destruction of Ars Nova [a fallen civilization], the name of Anathema has gained a new meaning.]

The leader replied.

[It contained the causality of contradiction in a distorted failure, and the name itself exists as a key.]

“……”

[I can guess why he tried to get his hands on Anathema. Then conversely…]

Click!

Lenok unconsciously grabbed something that was thrown quickly with his magic power.

It was old and rusty, and it took even Lenok, who was used to handling guns, some time to realize that it was a cartridge.

The leader turned his back and slowly took a step, saying.

[If you kill the apostle who is under the protection of the cult leader in this place, it will be enough to summon him.]

“…What?”

[I will help you.]

“Wait…!!”

Whoosh!

Lenok immediately pulled up his magic power and pressed down on the space, but the leader’s presence had already disappeared.

Lenok, who had been glaring at the spot where the leader had disappeared, sighed silently.

“Damn it…”

He knows.

He is already a transcendent who has obtained a status comparable to the world, and he is not bound by the rules of space and time.

In the first place, he wouldn’t even feel any emotion from such physical means or pressure.

Nevertheless, the reason Lenok deliberately chose the means of a gun to provoke the leader was because he knew that his origin was close to him.

Even if he is a great transcendent who has already succeeded in ascending once.

Lenok would never abandon his origin no matter what.

“……”

In the end, it’s just speculation again.

What would Lenok have done? What would he have thought and acted like?

His thoughts are spinning in circles, as if he is looking in a mirror and trying to read the next move.

The power of the magic gunner that the leader spoke of. The meaning of the words that he would help.

Could the meaning of all those messages be contained in the old cartridge he left behind?

Lenok’s expression, who was looking at the cartridge in his hand, slowly changed strangely.

“Help, you say…”

* * *

Kuoohhhhh!!!!

Every time the dozens of huge magic circles spread out in the night sky rotate, more than hundreds of spell bombardments pour down like rain.

They emit multicolored magic light, burning with different attributes and thoughts, and turning the ground into hell in an instant with a barrage of firepower.

Three figures were dancing madly in the rain of magic that seemed to melt their whole bodies.

“Anathemaaaaaa!!!”

[You don’t have to shout so loudly, I can hear your voice.]

Sharp bedrock, tens of meters in size, rises from under his feet.

The pillars of thorny rocks cover the ground, and the moment Peisha’s body, wrapped in lightning, twists and shakes strangely.

Kwaaaang!!

The goat-headed giant, who appeared after smashing the rock mass, struck Peisha’s side with all his might.

The fist of the apostle collided with Peisha, who barely brought the spear she was holding to her side.

Just before the collision, the apostle’s fist transformed into the shape of a dragon and emitted tremendous magic power.

At the same time as a creepy illusion that seemed to crack the space, the figure of the demoness was pushed back tens of meters and crashed.

Tuttertuttertung!!!

Dust billowed up, clouding the surroundings, and Peisha coughed up thick blood.

“Shit, uweeeck…!!”

Peisha, who barely managed to prop herself up with her trembling arms, glared at the six apostles approaching from afar with bloodshot eyes.

“You X-like monster bastard…!!!”

Two level 8 physical ability users and the rear firepower support of a great mage.

Despite the fact that it was practically a 3-on-1 situation, it was the power of Anathema that gained the upper hand in this battle.

While fighting Peisha and Kyulbaek head-on, he adapted to the spell bombardment falling from the sky in real time.

He gradually reduced the number of times he was hit, and now he was almost pushing the two of them without being bothered by the bombardment.

[Five rotations are thunder. Six inversions are air. Thirteen resonances are gravity.]

Anathema, who slowly cracked his neck, said.

[Each magic is not only in the form of a magic circle, but also changes its incantation every moment when the magic circles rotating in the sky overlap and diversify.]

Thud!!

Anathema, who strongly stomped on Peisha’s body with his reverse-jointed foot, said.

[Once you memorize the rotation and angular velocity of the magic circles, and the variation patterns of the magic flow that change in real time, you can predict the attributes and positions of the spell bombardment up to 2 seconds in advance and move accordingly.]

“Guh…!!”

Even in the midst of a fierce battle, his dynamic visual acuity observes the patterns and flows of the magic circles changing in the sky.

His rich prior knowledge of magic allows him to predict and respond to the spell incantations that follow the changes in the magic circles.

He uses the information he has obtained to prioritize what to attack in battle, and even changes the situation and crushes them in one go.

Calmness, intelligence, and skillful responses and judgments from numerous battle experiences.

Even without the apostle’s body, Armas von Anathema was a complete and flawless powerhouse in every aspect.

“Ptooey!! Is that what you’re bragging about now?”

Peisha, who wiped her blood-soaked face, struggled to get up and sneered.

“It’s disgusting to see a monster bastard bragging as if he did it all with his own power…”

[……]

The reason why Anathema was able to attack the spell bombardment was because he was not being pushed back by Kyulbaek and Peisha, but rather continuing to dominate the battle.

And what made that possible was not only because of the power that Anathema himself had awakened as an apostle.

Even at this moment, an unknown pale thought is pouring down on Anathema from outside the city.

It was because it was enveloping Anathema’s whole body and explosively increasing his power.

Kuoohhhhh!!!!

A transcendent thought that even Peisha could not guess the identity of was constantly flowing through Anathema’s body, constantly raising his existence and status.

It was comparable to the enhancement magic that Lenok had cast on her and Kyulbaek, and if you only look at the amplification rate, it was the blessing of the cult that seemed to be even higher.

It was the first time she had seen it directly, but Peisha could easily guess whose power it was.

“I don’t know for sure, but that must be your cult leader’s protection.”

Peisha’s eyes, glaring at Anathema, gleamed.

“Even after being reborn as an apostle, you’re crawling onto the battlefield wearing your master’s diapers, aren’t you ashamed?”

[It seems that you don’t know who has been allowing this battle to continue until now.]

Anathema did not react to Peisha’s provocation.

[You must know that I have deciphered the pattern of the spell bombardment, but quite some time has passed since your reaction has not changed. This means that something has happened to the mage, or…]

The cold gaze of the goat-headed giant turned towards the back of Peisha’s head.

[It means that you are willing to be faithful to the role of the rear guard even if the vanguard dies. You have the potential to become a great commander.]

“Bullshit, who’s going to die here?”

She raised a giant boar-shaped ancestral spirit, grabbed her spear again, and pulled up her magic power.

As the magic power with a broken hierarchy began to flow through her body, which was not even nourished, she felt excruciating pain, but she did not stop.

“I survived even after fighting that mage… do you think I’m going to die here?”

[I heard the story that you transcended the hierarchy by using your murderous intent as a weapon after the civil war.]

Anathema nodded as he looked at her.

[I pay my respects to the fact that the clumsy bodyguard of Dead Rise has become a respectable warrior. But… your current appearance looks much weaker than it did during the civil war.]

“…Cough…”

Peisha’s eyes, muttering blankly, were already half-turned over.

It was proof that her condition was so bad that it was difficult to endure without half-losing her mind.

The moment Anathema stretched out one hand towards Peisha and pulled up his magic power.

Kyulbaek, who had landed in front of Peisha, held out a pure white spear shaft under Anathema’s feet.

Kkigigik…!!

The spear shaft, which was slowly bending as if it would break at any moment, made a strange sound.

Even though he had raised the spearhead upwards to receive the kick, Anathema’s body was without a single wound.

[Crod Azlan. It’s a pity.]

Anathema’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at Kyulbaek’s face.

The thoughts and physical wear and tear felt from this lancer were clearly visible to the apostle’s eyes.

[None of my comrades from the civil war are in good shape. Did they all break down and live their lives so miserably?]

“Just like you, Lord Anathema.”

Kyulbaek smiled weakly as he held onto his spear.

“While you were banished from reality and suffering, those who remained in this world have not had an easy time either.”

[The same? Do you really believe that the sense of loss I felt is the same as yours?]

Thwack!!

The earth that rose from under Anathema’s feet turned into a dragon’s head and struck Kyulbaek.

Kyulbaek, who was thrown back without even resisting, slid while scattering blood with a loud bang.

Anathema, who had confirmed that he had taken care of Peisha and created some distance, said.

[We did not commit any sins. Yet, we were not even given a chance to atone.]

“……”

[While keeping the laws of Ars Nova, enduring being pointed at as traitors, and believing that there would be salvation…]

“Even including that part, isn’t it still the same?”

Thud!

The abdomen of his pure white robe was stained with red blood.

Even so, Crod stood with difficulty against the apostle in front of him and asked.

“You nobles of Ars Nova were never flawless beings either.”

[……]

“I don’t know why you’re trying to justify yourself with such meaningless excuses. This time, I have no choice but to agree with Lord Grisburn’s words.”

Kyulbaek gave a pure white smile.

“If you’ve become a monster, act like a monster. Don’t pretend to be human.”

[Act like a monster, you say.]

The goat-headed giant’s huge fist rushed right in front of Kyulbaek’s nose.

Kwaaaang!!

[I, too, used to not understand and fear the apostles who had given their souls to the outer gods.]

The blood-soaked figure soared diagonally, and Anathema, who had kicked his legs, caught up with it and slammed it down with both hands.

Thud!! Thud thud thud!!

[I used to imagine how much of a price they had paid to be so strong. How cruelly their minds, which were inversely proportional to the strength of their bodies, had been destroyed.]

He kicked Kyulbaek’s figure, which had been buried under the ground, and pushed it away, then surpassed even that speed and grabbed his waist again, rotating and slamming him down.

Drrrrrrrk!!

“Die, Anathema!!!”

Flash!!

The moment Peisha’s body was engulfed in dazzling lightning, she ran faster than the speed of sound.

She accelerated as if bouncing off by creating a foothold in the empty air just by lightly stepping on it,

And the lightning and spirits flowing through the spear shaft combined to unleash unprecedented power as if breathing.

Drrrrrrrk!!!

From all sides of the goat-headed giant, blue lightning flashed, tearing apart his body and turning it into a storm of blood.

However, Anathema, unconcerned by Peisha’s fierce attack on him, slowly raised his hand.

[Now that I’ve become an apostle, I understand. The power given to us is nothing more than the play of gods who are steeped in desire.]

“Die, dieeeeee!!!!”

[It is a great blessing that does not harm my essence in the slightest.]

The moment Anathema strongly clenched the hand he had raised.

The earth cracked and rose from under the goat-headed giant’s feet.

Kwaaaaaang!!!!

The entire ground changed as if it was in turmoil, turning into a huge dragon’s head and swallowing the ground.

Soon, a tremendous amount of heat burst out from the dragon’s mouth, sweeping away the two of them at the same time.

Kuhwaaaaaaaak!!!!

A pillar of light, darkly distorted, pierced through the ruins and soared through the night sky of the satellite city.

As a result, the clouds parted, revealing a sky where the starlight twinkled, and shattered the dozens of magic circles spread out above like glass.

Wajangchangchang!!!!

The apostle’s technique of manipulating the earth and the dragon technique of transforming a part of the body into a dragon.

Anathema’s secret technique, created by combining the two powers, was to unleash a chromatic breath with an earth dragon.

Even after becoming an apostle, Anathema’s original techniques did not lose any of their power.

Rather, they were harmonized with the apostle’s body and techniques, and had taken root and blossomed as a completely different concept and power.

What determines the strength of a high-ranking apostle is not what kind of god’s blessing they have received, but the strength of their own body.

Perhaps the other high-ranking apostles were also outstanding superhumans comparable to Anathema even before they became apostles.

Anathema, who had realized this, lightly clicked his fingers, lightly captivated by the power and true value of the cult.

Jijijijik…!!!

The fur and scales all over his body bristled and trembled as if he was excited, and membranous wings spread out on both sides and began to regenerate.

The human sacrifices of the flesh monsters that had been steadily continuing during the fight between Peisha and Kyulbaek.

The blood of the superhumans that he had been constantly inhaling during the battle had begun to regenerate Anathema’s wings.

Flap!!

Anathema, who had fully spread his wings that had been regenerated in an instant, looked up at the clear night sky where the clouds had parted.

From the sky where the clouds had cleared, not only the satellite city but also the desert of the undeveloped area would be visible.

The moment Anathema was about to fly up from his spot to unleash the apostle’s technique, which had been pushed to its limit, once again on the entire earth.

Flash!!

From the cloudless night sky, a blue lightning bolt fell.

Was he planning to resume the spell bombardment now, even if it was late?

[Even if you struggle with magic that has been analyzed, it won’t-]

Jjeoeong!!

Anathema’s expression twisted hideously as he tried to deflect the falling lightning with one hand.

[…!!!]

A weight that was on a different level from the spell bombardments he had received so far.

He was not able to deflect the lightning that was flickering with a creepy glow, and it was even difficult to receive it.

The lightning that had fallen, tearing through the clear sky, was piercing through the apostle’s body and destroying his entire body at the cellular level.

Chijik, chijijijijik!!!!

An alien sensation as if the function of life was breaking down.

A creepiness as if the annoying attribute magic he had felt while fighting Peisha was being amplified tenfold and poured in.

Unlike the previous spell bombardments, it was a spell of a caster with a real will and thought.

Anathema, who felt it, screamed explosively and pulled up his magic power.

[Mageeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!]

Kwaaaaaaaang!!!!!

The blue lightning fell on the apostle’s body, which had failed to deflect the lightning, and a blue storm burst out in the middle of the ruins.

The wings hanging on the back of the apostle, who had been swept away in the storm, were torn off this time without leaving a trace.

The earth fragments that had been manipulated by the apostle’s technique lost their power and fell, swept away and disappeared by the lightning storm.

The boundary line where the storm barely failed to reach its power.

A black-haired young man was standing on the rooftop of a half-collapsed building.

“You took away my innate ability, and now you’re late for your self-introduction.”

Lenok, who took a deep drag of his cigarette, smiled.

Only a blue light flickered from beyond the smoky haze.

“Call me Ban.”

Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]

Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]

The Genius Wizard who takes Medicine, 약먹는 천재마법사 약먹는 천재 마법사
Status: Ongoing Author: Native Language: Korean
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In "Genius Wizard Takes Medicine," the protagonist, an avid gamer, meticulously crafts the ultimate wizard character in the game "World" by maximizing magical abilities and accepting numerous disadvantageous traits. However, he suddenly finds himself transmigrated into this very character—a prodigious talent who cannot survive a single day without relying on drugs. Set against a cyberpunk fantasy backdrop, the story blends action, adventure, and intricate magic systems, inviting readers to explore a world where extraordinary power comes at a significant cost.

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