Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 937

A sharp pain, like needles piercing his eyes, shot through him.

His senses were so dulled that he couldn’t even tell if he had opened his eyes on his own.

Paysha, coughing up a mouthful of blood, lowered her head.

“Ptoo, cough…!!!!”

“Lord Grisban. You’re awake.”

“…Old man.”

Covered in blood, Claude Azlan was walking, supporting Paysha.

Paysha, who was staring blankly at him while blood dripped from her mouth, asked,

“How did the fight go?”

“As discussed with the Tower Lord, we’re heading out of Etanok,” Gyeolbaek replied quietly, his tattered robe dragging behind him.

“Our role is over now that the distinction between front and rear lines has become meaningless.”

His expression, with a slight bow, looked as if he might faint at any moment.

“The Tower Lord will take care of the rest.”

“…”

The original plan was to establish a front line with the two of them as the vanguard, and then overwhelm Anathema with unlimited firepower from the rear.

However, things went awry when Anathema, protected by the cult leader, began to unleash Apostle techniques, and Lenok encountered the Commander.

Anathema, having analyzed the pattern of the spell bombardment and realizing Lenok’s absence, had overwhelmed the two vanguards in that short time, leaving them on the verge of death.

His intellect allowed him to analyze the magic pouring down even while fighting two level 8 warriors. His judgment allowed him to raise the tempo of the battle and forcefully suppress the two vanguards as soon as he recognized the anomaly.

What allowed Claude and Paysha, who were not in good condition, to hold out against Anathema, who was an outstanding warrior even in life, was that they were limiting Anathema’s movements by controlling the area with spell bombardments.

However, the balance tipped when the rear support became meaningless, and the two spear users, who had been holding out until Lenok arrived, were critically injured and pushed to the point where they could no longer fight.

At that point, Lenok judged that it was meaningless to divide the front and rear to fight Anathema, and after asking them to hold Anathema’s feet one last time, he immediately removed them from the battlefield.

“From the moment things turned out this way, he intended to finish it with his own hands…”

Paysha, having grasped the situation as soon as she heard Gyeolbaek’s answer, made a distorted expression.

“His way of thinking is as annoying as ever. I wanted to break that nose of his a long time ago.”

“I don’t think Lord Grisban, who was once defeated by the Tower Lord, is in a position to say that…”

“Damn it, shut up!”

Paysha shouted, shaking off Claude’s arm that was supporting her.

She glared at Claude, who was retreating with a wry smile, and gritted her teeth.

“You’re no different, being dragged around like a dog after being defeated by him.”

“That’s why I’m following the Tower Lord like this. Ultimately, we can’t deny that he used us both like tools to achieve the best outcome, can we?”

Gyeolbaek said, slowly squeezing the blood out of his robe.

“Even though he joined us late, after focusing on fire support from thousands of meters away, he immediately saw through our condition and even determined the timing to squeeze out the last of our strength.”

“…”

“Admit it. That youngest and most inexperienced mage among us was the most outstanding commander on this battlefield.”

“You’re talking as if that bastard has already won. Isn’t it too early to discuss victory?”

Paysha sneered.

“Anathema is a despicable traitor, but his power and skill were as I remembered. Even considering that he hasn’t adapted to the Apostle’s body, I’m not sure if Gyeonryeon can win.”

The attendees gathered at this meeting were noticeably older or past their prime compared to the time of the civil war.

However, Anathema’s name, banished from reality, is not bound by the flow of time.

Moreover, now that he has joined hands with the cult leader and become the sixth Apostle, it wouldn’t be strange for him to become even stronger through battles with the strong.

“That might be true. I’m not seeing the specific circumstances myself.”

Gyeolbaek said, glancing behind him.

“But, I think I know who’s trying to end this fight first.”

“…What?”

Fwoooosh!!!!

At that moment, Paysha realized that the sky was glowing blue.

The pain that had been piercing her eyes was not the aftermath of the battle, but because of the light exceeding its limits.

It was still before dawn. The sky, which should have been as dark as pitch, was overflowing with blue light.

A bright blue shooting star pierced through the dark storm clouds.

A meteor so small that it couldn’t even be seen with the naked eye was turning the entire sky blue with its radiance alone.

“No way…”

Paysha’s entire body stiffened with fear as she turned her gaze to the sky.

A beam of light that was tearing open the sky as it fell below the battlefield where she had just risked her life.

She had seen the ultimate technique of a great mage, which rejected and overwhelmed any power struggle, once before.

Paysha, her face pale, stammered, unable to control her expression.

“That, that lightning from back then…”

“…Do you know that spell?”

“That was the last spell that mage used on me.”

A spell that she couldn’t block even for a single moment, despite sacrificing her body, mind, and status.

The light of the lightning that had declared her end so easily, after she had survived countless lines of fire from the center.

The lightning of thought that had fallen from the end of the sky back then was still vivid.

How could she explain that magic now, the thunderbolt that the mage had dropped?

Paysha, unable to control her trembling shoulders, barely muttered,

“It’s a spell that… turns night into day.”

* * *

The radiance of lightning pierced through the thick clouds that should have blocked even the moonlight, swirling and engulfing everything in its path.

Illuminating every part of the sky and turning night into day was a tiny cube floating above the battlefield.

[Thunder Light Well]

[Thunder Void Eye]

[Lightning Deviation]

[Harmonic Resonance]

Crackling, crackling, crackling!!

Lightning, amplified into tens of thousands of branches, dyed the sky and pressed down with extreme force.

The concept of lightning, which has only a beginning and an end, was connected and shaped to its limit, constructing it into a real substance.

Charge and repulsion, resonance and diffusion, compression and shaping.

Adding rotation and fusion, and at the end, mixing in a power that was not originally Lenok’s.

Eight changes in properties and one will harmonized and transformed into an octahedron.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!!!!

Heat that exceeded its limits, the sheer force of holding onto a thought that should have already vanished in the form of matter, caused the space to burn and twist just by existing.

Following the radiance of the octahedron slowly falling from the void, a bizarre aftereffect of space peeling away and falling followed.

Crack, crack, crack!!!

The moment even one of the hundreds of thousands of controls and calculations that maintained that substance went wrong, the lightning that formed the octahedron would twist and burn the world.

It was not a matter of skill, technique, experience, or learning.

It was forcibly drawing out a possibility that was not allowed to humans, with a talent that exceeded its limits.

It was one of the endpoints of the unique electric magic that even Lenok had to draw on Davi’s computational power to create.

Heart and Mind.

[Thought Lightning on the Sand]

Krrrrrr!!!

[You’re out of your mind, mage!!!]

Anathema, breathing roughly, shouted, scattering a chilling murderous intent.

Because the moment he saw that, Anathema also knew that everything Lenok had said was true.

If he was hit by that spell, he would die.

Not to the point where he couldn’t regenerate as an Apostle, but with a power that would make him prepare for annihilation even with the cult leader’s protection.

The 6th Apostle, who had been glaring at Lenok as if he would tear him apart and kill him, couldn’t contain his anger and shouted.

[After a battle with all your might, what you aimed for was a mutual destruction that would blow up the entire battlefield! I was wrong about you from the start!!]

It was not the secret of a great mage who twisted and killed space as a result. If it had been, he wouldn’t have been this angry.

A power that had completely deviated from the concept of hierarchy by pushing the attributes he could control to their limits.

The way it existed was closer to an Ascended being than anything else that was alive and breathing in this place.

In a way, it was a technique that forcibly exceeded the realm by endlessly pouring in his own talent.

It was proof that this detestable mage’s talent was comparable to that of an Ascended being, and perhaps even more.

Anathema was furious at the mage’s answer, who had chosen mutual destruction in this place despite having such talent.

However, Lenok chuckled even after hearing Anathema’s words.

“If you die after being swept away by the spell you chanted, how can you call yourself a mage?”

[What…?]

“This is a spell I unleashed to kill only you in this place.”

Lenok nodded, looking at the cube of Thought Lightning falling from above.

“I’ll leave the process to you, but the result is mine alone. It’s my role to kill you and end this fight.”

[Nonsense…!!]

Having unleashed a strategic weapon that would annihilate the entire satellite city of Etanok, was he now saying that he had a way to avoid it?

However, even as Anathema said that, he did not rashly rush towards Lenok.

Even if he killed Lenok now, the possibility of the Thought Lightning’s incantation being canceled was low.

Rather, it wouldn’t be strange if the spell, having lost its caster, went out of control, swept through Etanok, and engulfed Anathema.

[No matter how powerful a spell is, it’s useless if it doesn’t hit…!!]

Anathema, having quickly made his decision, immediately drew up his magic power to its full potential.

[Then, all I have to do is avoid being hit directly!!]

Division Zone: Western Wheel

[Earth Formation Sky Barrier]

Kugwagwagwagwa!!!

Fragments of earth, reaching tens of meters in size, rose up around Anathema, transforming into a shield of earth that cut through the sky.

They intersected diagonally, interlocked, and instantly hardened, forming dozens of layers of barriers.

Each one was made with Apostle techniques, boasting a strength that exceeded even the highest-level defensive techniques.

The barrier of earth, which could provide near immunity to most physical attacks just by deploying one, collided with the Thought Lightning.

The Earth Formation Sky Barrier shattered like grains of sand and collapsed.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!!!!

Amidst the barriers that were collapsing and evaporating as soon as they were constructed, a tiny shooting star fell silently.

Anathema, unable to believe the unrealistic destruction and fall, let out a scream that was not completed in words.

Immediately after all the Apostle techniques he had built with all his might were broken, the backlash from the destruction of the spell came crashing down.

[Oooooooo?!!!]

Blood gushed from every hole in the Apostle’s face.

The shooting star flashed above Anathema’s head as he staggered and let out a miserable scream, and Lenok watched him with a blank face.

The light of the Thought Lightning, so blue it was almost pale, reminded him of the cult leader he had decided to serve. At that moment, Anathema realized.

He was going to die.

The seventh life he had finally obtained after decades of agony and patience.

This reborn Anathema was about to be annihilated without even properly blooming that time.

[No! It can’t be!!]

Anathema, finally fully realizing it, turned his back and began to run away like a madman.

Covered in blue scales, throwing away his tattered armor of earth, he screamed like a madman with a face that was a grotesque mix of a goat’s head.

[How could I lose this opportunity I obtained, how could I lose this life I found again!!!]

“I suppose so.”

Lenok agreed.

“That’s why I have to kill you here. If it’s not to this extent, I won’t be able to call him here.”

[Stop! You can’t kill me here!!!]

Anathema’s body, almost completely assimilated with the earth, burrowed into the ground.

Apostle Technique Full Deployment

Shrinking Earth Escape

With only his grotesquely distorted face above the ground, Anathema’s figure escaped the satellite city at an incredible speed.

[You can’t kill me!! You can’t kill me with human magic, I’m assimilated with the entire satellite city…!!!!]

Anathema’s desperate struggle was pathetic, but his judgment and response were not wrong.

The Thought Lightning was a magic that could hardly exert half of its power if it did not hit the target accurately at close range.

This was because the Thought Lightning was a magic that increased its power by compressing attributes that exceeded their limits and maximizing their repulsive force.

If Anathema, as he was now, assimilated his entire body with the earth to reduce the damage to the extreme and avoided a direct hit, he might not die.

However, Lenok, knowing that fact, calmly watched the Thought Lightning fall before his eyes.

“I told you, the preparations are already complete.”

The octahedron, slowly rotating and falling, was so beautiful that even Lenok was momentarily captivated.

It was so transparent, empty, and distant that it was hard to believe that it contained the will of the lightning he had created.

The boundary between life and death. A chilling sense of déjà vu, as if he was brushing past death, was contained within it.

It originated from Lenok himself, yet it was no longer something Lenok himself had done.

It had not yet begun, yet the result was already determined.

Setting the cause and effect within the spell he had created and controlling fate.

This concept, which he was only now beginning to grasp vaguely, was surely a miracle only allowed to transcendents who challenged ascension.

Lenok thought as he took out an old cartridge from his pocket and gripped it.

“I once spoke about what is inevitable.”

Click!!

The trace of the old world’s god-slayer that he had left for Lenok.

He had not explained anything about its use, but Lenok knew how to use it.

Because he would remember it, just as Lenok had seen it.

The sea of the second world. The sea area where the outer god’s eyes looked down.

The power of the magic gunner, which he had adjusted throughout his life, sacrificing his innate talent.

The power of inevitability that he had held in his hand at the last moment at the end of the world-

Fzzzt!!

The old cartridge that the Commander had given him was engulfed in the light of the Thought Lightning and vanished in an instant.

The shape of the cartridge, which had burned away so cleanly that it was doubtful it had ever been there.

At that moment, lightning flashed from the space between Anathema’s eyebrows, who was completely assimilated with the earth.

Fzzzt!!

[Thunder Key]

The first magic that Lenok had inserted into the space between his eyebrows at the same time as he encountered Anathema.

It had no special power, but it was a mark that existed as a key to call lightning.

A move that would allow him to find the location of his true body even if Anathema assimilated his body with the earth throughout the satellite city.

[Aaaaaaa?!!!]

The moment Anathema realized that the light of the Thunder Key that had popped up on his forehead was targeting him, he let out a scream.

Squeak.

The world twisted.

“…!!!!”

An illusion as if all the senses and cognitive abilities that existed before Lenok’s eyes were completely misaligned.

Magic power and thought, life and death. Matter and soul. Everything, including cause and effect, momentarily lost its way, creaking and going astray.

A sense of déjà vu as if the very foundation of the world’s existence was being twisted and forcibly reversed.

“Haha, hahahaha…!!!”

Immediately after, Lenok, having realized the meaning of this phenomenon, let out a hollow laugh.

The old world’s god-slayer no longer used any tools to aim at a target.

Neither the magic gun that was the foundation of his talent, nor his body that did not exist in reality, nor the eyes and hands that should hold the gun.

Right now, the Commander was literally twisting the world to ‘aim’ the bullet and target that Lenok had created.

Krrrrrr…!!!

In the landscape where space was rubbing and creaking, the clock was turning.

As if forcibly cutting and pasting two different photos, the magic of Thought Lightning transcended time and space and landed on Anathema’s head too easily.

[No! Don’t do it!!!]

He couldn’t avoid it even though he was running away like a madman while assimilated with the ground.

As if the result of the bullet and target meeting was determined and could never be changed.

As if the concept of inevitable hit, which should not exist in reality, was engraved on Anathema’s soul at this moment.

The power of inevitability descended in this place.

[You!!! You tricked me!!! You tricked me!!!!]

Something that transcended cognition and concept was forcibly fitting the cause and effect between himself and that lightning.

Aiming, firing, hitting. All those processes were artificially twisted and erased, leaving only the result of ‘hitting’.

A miracle that even transcendents who challenged ascension could not dare to dream of,

Only allowed to those who looked back and walked on a predetermined result.

Anathema, having realized that fact, shouted at the top of his lungs.

[That’s impossible!! There was no such thing!!!]

“…”

Lenok did not respond to Anathema’s words. He simply raised his hand with a troubled expression.

Anathema, having confirmed that gesture from afar, threw away even his dignity and unleashed his full power like a madman.

[No!!! It can’t be like this!! I can’t die here-!!!!!]

The moment Lenok flicked his finger, the cube of Thought Lightning made contact with the space between Anathema’s eyebrows.

It released the compressed lightning on the spot, dyeing the sky blue.

[Sa,ve-!!!!!]

[Cataclysm]

Fwaaaah!!

The image of lightning that dyed the entire sky drove away the darkness and turned night into day.

Blue lightning burst out in all directions, connecting the sky and the ground.

Anathema’s screams and the corpses of the scattered flesh monsters were swept away and annihilated in the radiance of the Cataclysm.

Thunderous beams of light surged throughout the ruined streets of the collapsed satellite city.

Without even a sound, the afterglow of the lightning swirled around the ruined city, turning everything back into ash and dust.

The wave of lightning surged like a tidal wave, sweeping through the entire city, and the moment it dyed the ground even brighter than the sky.

Kuuuuuung!!!

A huge sound of something collapsing echoed from the center of the pillar of light.

A grotesque sight of a goat and a human fused together, a mixture of an Apostle’s and a noble’s body.

The moment Anathema’s body, no longer functioning as any form of life, crashed down and bowed its head firmly.

Lenok realized that the light illuminating the sky had not yet disappeared and raised his gaze.

“…”

Even after the light of the Thought Lightning had disappeared, night did not come.

The magic that had opened the dawn was over, and the sun was peeking over the horizon.

In the silence that quietly pressed down on the battlefield where morning had arrived, only a soft sigh echoed through the ruins.

“Hoo…”

In the silence that had become as quiet as if the fierce battle that had unfolded in this place just moments ago, and even the existence of the Apostle, were a lie.

Click.

Lenok, taking out a cigarette, sat down leaning against a broken rebar and lit it.

Only Anathema’s corpse, his whole body crushed, was at Lenok’s feet as he silently exhaled smoke.

Fzzzt, fzzzt…!!

Even though he had already stopped breathing, the lightning that was rising from his body did not disappear, but surged and intertwined to form a shape.

As he watched, the sunlight rising from the end of the desert slowly widened its angle and illuminated Lenok’s face.

“…Is it over?”

The meeting between the extreme-ability users. The imitation of the veil. The seizure of the Eight Trigrams Formation. The meaning of Anathema’s name.

And even the meaning of the inevitability used by the old world’s god-slayer.

There were many things to think about and many things to clean up, but nothing was over yet.

Fighting and killing Anathema, and using his corpse as a beacon, was only the first step.

There was still someone he had not met. There was still someone here who needed to know that fact.

How much time had passed since the fight ended?

Lenok, who was recalling that fact in his expanded perception and consciousness, was staring blankly at the rising sunlight when-

“You’ve kept me waiting.”

Fwoosh!!

A pale flash of light struck down before Lenok’s eyes.