Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 100

# 101

The Strongest Servant 1

Dreyzer unleashed the final technique of ‘How to Become a Dragon Slayer.’

I don’t even want to mention the name of the final technique.

This Dragon Slayer… he’s definitely a genius.

They say geniuses are a little crazy, and it seems to be true. The names of the techniques all sound like they were made while high on drugs or drunk.

Technique: She Was Pretty.

Technique: I Want to Be Your Slave.

Technique: I Will Be With You Forever.

I even wonder why he created this martial art.

In any case, Dreyzer mastered ‘How to Become a Dragon Slayer’ up to the final secret technique.

And he unleashed the last spell!

Kukukuku-kung!

“Is this really the martial art I unleashed?”

It was astonishing. Dreyzer couldn’t close his gaping mouth.

He is a 7-star warrior.

An absolute realm of power that only those blessed by the heavens can reach. Even without this Dragon Slayer’s martial art, he is strong enough.

But even he was surprised by the power of this martial art.

With just this one blow, half of the rocky mountain in front of him was blown away. If he were to master this martial art, even Red Dragon Preitia wouldn’t be able to easily block it.

Dreyzer looked at his hands.

Even though he had emitted tremendous magical power, his body was still full of energy.

Ahhh!

At this rate… becoming a Grand Master is not just a dream.

This is all thanks to the crystals that Legion occasionally gives him. If it weren’t for those crystals, he wouldn’t have been able to learn the ‘Dragon Slayer’s Martial Art’ so quickly.

-Tting-ttiring. Intelligence has increased by 1.

The beauty of those letters that appeared on his retina!

He didn’t realize how great it was to be smart until his intelligence increased by 15.

The problem is that he ate three more after that, but there was no further progress…

“This must be your limit. I’ll give you something better later.”

Dreyzer’s intelligence is currently 137.

He didn’t like the word ‘limit,’ but he was still feeling the effects of it.

He was also gaining a little weight, but he quickly restored it to its original state.

Intelligence increasing.

This was really no ordinary thing.

Sentences that he wouldn’t have understood even in a year were now understood the moment he saw them, thanks to his increased intelligence. It was as if he was seeing the world differently.

He felt like he could even understand the principles of the world if he wanted to.

But that also caused problems.

Dreyzer looked at the axe he was holding. The axe blade couldn’t withstand his immense magical power and disappeared like sand.

He bought that axe from the earldom [a territory ruled by an Earl] for quite a bit of money.

At this rate, he can’t unleash the Dragon Slayer’s initial moves. To not be able to use his martial arts because he doesn’t have a proper weapon… what else could this be but pearls on a pig’s neck [a waste of something valuable on someone who doesn’t appreciate it]?

He must find a weapon that can withstand his magical power.

Originally, he possessed a unique set item obtained from an ancient dungeon.

The Overlord Unique Set Item.

Overlord’s Armor.

-Increased Physical Defense.

-Increased Magic Defense.

-Magic Amplification.

-Enhanced Stamina.

-Mana Amplification.

-Increased Attack Power.

-Poison Resistance.

-Divinity Resistance.

It was a completely overpowered item.

In addition, wearing 2 sets grants a 10% increase in health and a 10% increase in critical hit chance.

Wearing 4 sets allowed him to use ‘Phoenix,’ the strongest 8-star skill.

Dreyzer’s signature weapon was a battle axe called the Overlord’s Fang.

-10% increase in attack power.

-Aura Amplification.

-Increased Critical Hit Chance.

-Casts 6th Circle Magic ‘Bombardment’ every 5 seconds.

It was a powerful battle axe with these options.

It could easily withstand even a huge amount of magical power. Although it was only a 2-set, Dreyzer was able to become more than 30% stronger by wearing it.

Such a precious item was destroyed in the battle with Red Dragon Preitia.

No matter how ancient the civilization that created the weapon, it could not withstand the dragon’s breath.

-Dreyzer thought.

The strongest weapon he originally possessed had already been regenerated and was sleeping in the subspace jointly owned by Legion and Lich Mamon.

But Legion had completely forgotten about that fact.

Of course, Dreyzer had no way of knowing about it either.

The ‘Overlord Set Unique Item,’ one of the strongest weapons, was sleeping like that.

“Now I have to find a weapon that can withstand my power. The final battle with Red Dragon Preitia is next.”

And…

Dreyzer looked up at the clear night sky.

Once I catch Red Dragon Preitia, you’re next.

The Ice Hero, Raiden…

* * *

Legion, who had returned from the Orcish Amazon village, did not leave his mansion for a week.

No one knows what he is doing.

The exclusive servants, who had only seen their master’s face once, couldn’t hide their disappointment.

“He still hasn’t come out today?”

Lotto asked Bacon.

Bacon put his hands behind his back and nodded. He had already developed the full dignity of a master as the head of the exclusive servants.

Indeed, he had grown to the point where he possessed the sword skills of a 3-star knight and the skills of a 3rd circle mage.

A complete magic swordsman!

He was now confident that he wouldn’t be beaten up anywhere he went.

The exclusive servants were hoping to receive praise for their efforts, but they could only hear it if they met him, but it was hard to even see his face…

Bacon asked Hazel, the head maid.

“Does he eat?”

“Yes, he eats every meal. Sometimes he eats two bowls.”

“Does he come down to the dining room?”

“No. He eats all his meals in his room.”

“Is he sick or something?”

“No, that’s definitely not it. It just seems like he’s concentrating on something.”

“Concentrating?”

“Yes.”

“Is he learning a new magic spell or something?”

Bacon didn’t think much of it.

“Then I guess we’ll have to wait.”

Bacon sighed.

“I’ll contact you as soon as the lord comes out of his room.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Hazel smiled at Bacon.

Bacon sighed and went outside. And he focused on training again.

Unexpectedly, Hazel’s call came quickly. It was just past lunchtime.

“The lord’s face looked very pale.”

“Really? He must not be feeling well. How much?”

Bacon and the exclusive servants’ hearts sank. Their loyalty is MAX. If Legion dies, Bacon and Lotto might not even eat and cry themselves to death.

“Very. But it doesn’t seem like he’s sick…”

“More than sick, what?”

“You know when a lot of moisture has been drained from your body?”

“When you have severe diarrhea?”

“Well, it’s similar. It feels like that.”

“Ah, like when you have a hangover, or something like that.”

“Yes, but he hasn’t been to the bathroom or anything.”

“Really? That’s a little strange. I can’t do this. I’ll have to check it out myself. Just in case, prepare a potion. If something seems wrong, we’ll have to take the lord to the temple right away.”

“Understood.”

The exclusive servants nodded with stiff faces.

* * *

Legion staggered out of the door.

“I don’t know if this is really the right thing to do.”

-You’re doing very well. Who would have thought that the ‘Only Eats Well’ passive skill would have such an effect.

I was surprised too.

It wasn’t just a function of producing crystals. Going through that process consumes a lot of energy. Every time I produce one, I feel a lot of pain and a severe hunger.

And-

Every time I produce one, I lose 1 kilogram.

In other words, every time I endure hunger and produce a crystal, I automatically lose 1 kilogram.

Legion has been working hard for the past ten days to produce about 60 crystals. Thanks to Jonas, there is an abundance of mithril in the territory anyway.

Since I’m doing it anyway, I’m dismantling the highest grade mithril, reprocessing it, and then producing it, and it seems like my skills are improving more and more.

-‘Only Eats Well’ passive skill proficiency has increased. Level increased to 2.

I also lost 26 kilograms.

-You can produce a lower version of the crystal that preserves 13% of the original stats.

Oh! 13 percent. Pretty good.

I would have been very satisfied if it weren’t for the sentence ‘You can produce crystals.’

It’s good to lose weight, but the feeling of becoming a chicken wasn’t very good.

Legion grabbed the railing and went down to the first floor dining room. He was so hungry he was going crazy.

“Are you okay? Lord?”

The youngest maid asked cautiously.

“Give me food.”

“Yes? Ah, yes, I understand. I’ll prepare it right away.”

The youngest maid, who had a cute rabbit-like impression, nodded.

“Oh, and there are about 60 jewel boxes in my room.”

“Jewel boxes?”

“Yeah, can you bring them down?”

“Understood.”

The cute youngest maid smiled brightly.

She quickly prepared Legion’s meal. The exclusive chef, Decarson, was nowhere to be seen. He’s on vacation. Unfortunately, it looks like I’ll have to wait a few days to eat the delicious food he makes.

Legion crammed food into his mouth, and a little later, the youngest maid came down with a lot of boxes filled with crystals.

These are all things that our cute Sepia and commendable exclusive servants will consume.

Legion was pleased to think about how happy they would be.

* * *

Ronstar stood with his hands behind his back.

In front of him were his father, Viscount Beach, and all the family’s retainers.

He is afraid of his tiger-like father.

But he hated Legion more than his father. If it weren’t for that bastard, he wouldn’t have returned from the earldom in such a pathetic state.

“So, the young Legion has a mithril mine in his territory?”

“Yes, Father.”

Unlike Ronstar, Viscount Beach was a large man.

He inherited the blood of Ronstar’s mother’s side. Viscount Beach turned to his retainers.

“Is what he’s saying true?”

“Yes, it’s true. The rumors have already spread widely in the earldom. There is a young nobleman who is incredibly wealthy. That was Baron Legion.”

Baron Parasol, Viscount Beach’s longtime friend and right-hand man, replied.

“Did he spread the rumors himself? Or did someone else spread the rumors?”

“He said he was going around telling people himself. That he has a lot of money.”

“Is he crazy? How many wolves are around him? Why is he spouting such nonsense?”

“It seems to be youthful bravado [boldness].”

“There must have been a lot of nobles who were eyeing his mithril mine. Especially Count Persimmon. He is known to not have much greed for money, but the story is different when it comes to mithril mines.”

“Funnily enough, thanks to him going around saying that he owned a mithril mine, the nobles couldn’t openly target him. If something happened to him, the noble who targeted the mine would be the first to be suspected.”

“Even the count?”

“Yes, the count was the same. He had no choice but to be mindful. But the rumors that the count would soon take over the mithril mine were widespread. Who could stop the count from targeting it in the earldom? Everyone was just licking their lips [eagerly anticipating something].”

“But… that count suddenly collapsed?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Heinz strictly forbade the fact that the count had dementia. He declared that he would cut off the heads of everyone in the territory if the fact spread. No one risked their lives to reveal the fact.

Therefore, Baron Parasol was unable to find out that the count had dementia.

“Then?”

Viscount Beach’s lips curled up at both ends.

He put his fingers together and rested them on his chin. The ferocious tiger that had been sleeping was about to stretch.

“The one who eats it is the owner. Now that the count has collapsed… there is no one to stop us.”

“That’s right. The one who eats it is the best. If we can get our hands on the mithril mine… the power of the territory will double.”

A huge amount of money will come in at once. Financial power is power. There was almost nothing in the world that money couldn’t buy.

Everything could be bought except for the throne.

It is also permissible to raise private soldiers. It was just that they couldn’t raise private soldiers because they didn’t have the money.

“Depending on the size of the mithril mine, it could be 3 or 4 times as much.”

Baron Parasol smiled brightly, dreaming of the territory’s brilliant future.

“It’s a race.”

“That’s right. It’s a race. All the lords who know this fact will rush in like a swarm of bees.”

“Baron Parasol.”

“Yes, Lord.”

“Gather all the soldiers you can. Recruit mercenaries and wandering knights. With all our might…”

Viscount Beach smiled bitterly as he looked at Ronstar, who had brought up this matter.

“We will strike Baron Legion’s territory.”

Similar things to what Viscount Beach was doing were happening in other territories as well.