Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 102

Magic Learned in Vain – 103

Finding the Lost Dungeon (1)

“Huff, huff, ha, guess I can’t beat this bastard?”

Legion scanned his surroundings, Bidet Staff in hand. He couldn’t see anything around him.

-Scan range exceeded.

“Damn it, he’s gotten so fast.”

Legion’s eyebrows twitched.

He had produced sixty Crystals.

He had used twenty-five of them, and several others elsewhere, confirming their effectiveness each time and shedding tears of joy. Even those who initially refused to eat them now chased after him, clamoring for a piece.

Among them, he had saved one truly exceptional, well-formed, and high-quality Mythril Crystal.

To feed to Sepia.

He nearly tore his own ass apart doing something pointless.

But Sepia, that bastard, didn’t understand his feelings and kept running away.

-Kheuheuheong (Hyeong, I hate you. I won’t eat anything weird like that)!

As expected of an ogre, he seemed incredibly sensitive to smells compared to humans. Next time, he should have a Lycanthrope [werewolf-like creature] check it first.

Legion chased after him, shouting.

“No, just trust me and eat this! It’s really good for you!”

-Kkwaaaang! Kwang! Kwang (Liar! Hyeong! Look in the mirror. Your eyes are rolling back. You look like a madman).

You little shit!

You’re making me angry! Just eat it! It’s good for you! Do you know how much I suffered to produce this? I get angry because you won’t listen!

In the end, Legion had no choice but to pull out the Bidet Staff.

The Bidet Staff was the best when words didn’t work. It was practically a mental bludgeon. After a few hits, everyone agreed. They ate when told to eat, and believed when told to believe.

But-

He forgot that Sepia had grown in the meantime.

That bastard had become incredibly fast. He flew dozens of meters with each step. At this moment, he seemed faster than Draizir.

Legion even used Haste magic to chase Sepia, but he still lost him.

He was really damn fast.

“Ah, it’s so hard being a lord. What am I even doing.”

Legion plopped down on a nearby rock. He needed to rest for a bit before going back. He wiped the sweat pouring down his forehead with the back of his hand. He had unintentionally gone on a diet because of that Sepia bastard.

“Please, have this.”

Someone handed Legion a canteen filled with cold water.

A human with a canteen in this deserted mountain. Startled, Legion looked at the person who offered the canteen.

“Oh? Haimo, what brings you here.”

Legion smiled happily as he saw Haimo and the mercenaries. Their presence here meant they must have brought some valuable information.

The good mood that had been ruined by Sepia returned as he saw the mercenaries.

But who are those people?

Behind the mercenaries, dozens of beggars were gathered.

* * *

Legion, about fifty mercenaries, and the shifting cultivators [people who practice a specific type of cultivation] were sitting in the restaurant. Some of the shifting cultivators were sitting on the floor due to lack of space. Their butts must be very cold, but they didn’t seem to mind.

“Alright, here’s the food.”

Dekarson quickly prepared dozens of servings of food.

“Wow! Food. Food with meat!”

“Mom, can I eat this?”

It was chaos.

The shifting cultivators devoured the food like they were starving. The children, in particular, ate with their faces covered in food.

They seemed to find the children cute.

“Eat slowly, eat slowly! There’s more.”

Our chef looked at the children with a proud gaze, as if he were looking at well-grown pigs that he would slaughter in a few days.

Fifty servings of food.

In terms of quantity, it was easily enough for 200 people.

Legion seriously wondered whether he should regret it or be happy that he had helped hungry people.

To be honest, he was leaning a little more towards regret.

‘I can’t tell them not to eat now.’

Legion tapped his fingers thoughtfully and looked at Haimo. That bastard suddenly appeared and gave him something to worry about. If he made the wrong choice at this moment, his luck might decrease and his misfortune might increase.

His luck had been soaring lately, and only good things had been happening, but he couldn’t go back to the days when he would fall backward and break his nose because of misfortune.

Of course, Legion had already firmly decided to charge Haimo for the cost of this food.

“Thank you, Lord.”

A middle-aged man, who appeared to be the leader of the shifting cultivators, stood up and bowed deeply.

“Don’t mention it. I was just doing what I had to do.”

-Wow, he did what he had to do. I can feel your heart pounding. If Haimo hadn’t brought valuable information, you would have offered them an exclusive slave contract.

Shh! Be quiet. Mice hear nighttime words, and birds hear daytime words.

-헐 [Korean slang for ‘what the heck’], it must be true. You’re a villain! An evil being!

Evil? I’m just an ordinary beggar. Who else in the world would feed 50 people for free?

-There are many.

Bring them here.

-Bad shekki [a playful insult].

Hehehe.

Legion laughed fiercely. He felt very satisfied, as if he had finally gotten revenge on Mark. But the leader of the shifting cultivators mercilessly crushed his refreshing mood.

“You said you would provide us with housing, land, food, and money… I am truly overwhelmed.”

Eh?

“Yes, those paladins clearly said so. They said the great lord would help us.”

The leader of the shifting cultivators, Piam, looked back and forth between Haimo and Legion.

Haimo said-

“Among all the people I know, Legion is a great man. He is no different from a living god. Turn to Legion. Then he will have mercy on you and help you settle in his territory.”

But no matter how he looked at him, the lord didn’t seem trustworthy.

He looked too greedy. His base was handsome, but his body was swollen and his clothes looked tight.

“I, I am a great man, but…”

-Ehehehe, oh, how tempting.

Shut up.

“That bastard, no, that person clearly said that, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Legion unknowingly clenched his teeth.

He glared fiercely at Haimo. His hands were itching. You little shit, just wait until I see if you have any real information.

Haimo bowed deeply.

He didn’t know what to do under Legion’s burning gaze.

* * *

“Hehehehehe. It’s done. It’s finally done!”

Legion rolled around on the bed, laughing like a madman.

In his hand, he held the leather map that Haimo had brought. He recognized it the moment he saw it.

-It seems like there really is such a thing as luck. You really need to manage your misfortune. The moment your misfortune rises, you might fall into hell.

Mark was also greatly impressed by the idea of luck.

As expected, there was nothing better than luck in the world. That seemed to be the case.

“But I still need to recreate ‘Explosion of Coolness’.”

-It would be nice if it could be done, but…

Mark didn’t think it was possible.

Legion ignored Mark’s words and thought. He had to revive the ‘Explosion of Coolness’ passive skill in order to use ancient magic again.

His height was getting shorter day by day.

He was also gaining weight day by day.

Soon his height would drop below 170 centimeters.

-Anyway, you only have the second ancient dungeon to rely on. Go to the Dusselrup Mountains!

That’s right. I hope there are a lot of ancient minerals this time.

-It’s an ancient dungeon. There’s a good chance. Maybe there’s even a mineral that can change your appearance every day.

Wow! That’s awesome. That would be an amazing passive skill.

-That’s right. So hurry up. Maybe there are multiple maps. That means…

Other guys might be aiming for it too.

-That’s right.

Legion jumped up from the bed. He couldn’t afford to just lie down and be happy.

He opened the door and shouted.

“Everyone, gather!”

* * *

“Lord, do you really have to leave today?”

Silke quietly approached and asked. Legion looked out the door of the mansion.

Kwakwakwakwakwang!

Urrurururrreung!

A massive downpour accompanied by thunder and lightning was pouring down.

It was impossible to see even an inch ahead. The exclusive servants were running around in the downpour. They were struggling to prevent the waterways from being blocked by the overflowing rainwater.

The whole village must be in chaos.

They had to be careful of landslides on days like this.

“Hmph.”

Legion sniffled. The weather was cold because of the rain. His nose was running. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand. Damn it, this is what I do.

Of all days, why did this downpour have to happen on the day I decided to leave to find the ancient dungeon?

“Grandpa.”

“Yes, Lord.”

“It doesn’t look like it’s going to stop soon, does it?”

“It usually rains a lot during this time of year, doesn’t it? But this kind of rain is the first in 10 years. Five people died back then. Why don’t you leave after the rain stops? After all, you won’t get far in this weather.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Legion nodded.

There was a possibility of getting stranded somewhere if he set out through the downpour where he couldn’t see an inch ahead. Or he might get lost. It would take even longer. It seemed better to leave after the rain stopped, as Silke said.

“It’s about time for the kids to come.”

“I’ll wait. Please go inside and rest, Lord.”

“It’s okay. Grandpa, go back to what you were doing. I called them, so I have to wait. They’re coming through this rain.”

“As expected, the Lord is benevolent. He will probably be remembered forever as the best ruler. Bacon, Draizir, and Queens will surely be moved by the Lord’s heart.”

“Hehehe, do you think so?”

“Of course. If they are not moved, they are not human. It’s proof that their hearts are dry.”

As expected, Silke is the only one on my side. How can he understand my heart so well?

“Thank you, Grandpa.”

“Don’t mention it. Then please take care.”

Silke bowed to Legion and disappeared inside the mansion.

Legion crossed his arms and waited for his subordinates to appear.

Chaehk chaehk.

20 minutes had passed since the appointed time.

“Haaam. Why aren’t they here? Did I get the time wrong?”

Legion yawned and checked the time. No. It was past the time they were supposed to come.

Chaehk chaehk.

An hour had passed since the appointed time.

Legion smiled faintly. The wind and rain were raging, and he was going to dismiss them in a good mood for the first time in a while…

‘Should I… force the departure?’

Chaehk chaehk.

Three hours had passed since the appointed time.

Legion told himself to calm down. Yes, it could happen. It’s raining a lot. They might have thought it was canceled.

-Hehe, you are a generous ruler after all.

Yeah, I can’t kill them all.

Chaehk chaehk.

The world grew dark. The downpour continued without stopping.

No one appeared.

Legion stood there.

And before he knew it, dawn was breaking. Lotto, who had come out to relieve himself around dawn, quietly approached Legion and bowed his head in the midst of the wind, rain, and typhoon.

Thinking to himself,

‘You guys are all screwed now.’

* * *

“Achoo!”

Legion coughed as if to show off.

In fact, he already had a sufficiently great body, so he wouldn’t catch a cold, but he had to do this much to convey his sadness from last night to these sons of bitches, right?

“Here is some lemon tea, Master.”

Lotto politely offered warm tea.

“Isn’t lemon tea the best for a cold?”

Legion silently patted him on the shoulder. From today on, you are my right-hand man.

Lotto expressed infinite gratitude for his sudden bowel movement.

“So… Achoo! You’re saying you were all sleeping?”

Bacon and twenty-three exclusive servants were all bowing their heads. Haimo and the four mercenaries who joined yesterday were excluded. They were excluded, but it was a thorny seat.

Draizir was also excluded.

The reason for excluding Draizir was because Legion’s political sense was slowly growing. Little Uncle advised that excluding someone like Draizir would make them realize the importance of the hierarchy.

“Hey, Sepia!”

-Kheuheong! (Hyeongnim, that’s too much. I’m Number Three)!

At the same time, he released two of the restrictions that had been placed on Draizir through Sepia. Sepia, who didn’t know this fact and attacked Draizir, was beaten to death and hit two more times.

“Now… Do you want to eat it, or do you want to spar again?”

Legion held out the Mythril that he had produced, prepared to tear his own ass apart. Everyone’s eyes widened when they saw it.

It was clear that it was the best Crystal they had ever seen.

But Sepia’s face was desperate as he looked at it. Why was Sepia, who had shown the best loyalty so far, acting like this?

Even with that amazing Crystal in front of him…

-Keureung! Keurrureung! (Hyeong! I really don’t want to eat this. This really looks like someone’s poop).

Ouch!

You quick-witted bastard!

“Draizir. Feed him.”

Legion said nonchalantly. Draizir glared at Sepia with his eyes wide. Do you remember what you did to me? Please say you won’t eat it. I’ll bring that memory back to you.

-Keureureung (Number Three, stop there)!

Stop calling me Number Three. You’re dead today.

Draizir smiled and clenched his fist. A slight discharge crackled from his fist with tremendous pressure.

Sepia also cracked his neck from side to side.

Then he grabbed the hammer he had placed on his right. And then he quietly brought the Crystal to his mouth. Sepia thought it was better to eat poop than to be beaten by that monster.