Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 109

Magic is Learned for Nothing – 110

# 110

The Legion’s Imagination Becomes Reality (2)

“Aaaah… Mark. Am I even alive?”

Legion muttered, huddled in a corner.

-If you’re asking about your physical state, then yes, you are alive. But you might die soon.

“Right? Damn… it really hurts.”

Legion possesses impressive physical abilities, but he’s fundamentally a mage.

And currently, he’s only a 3rd Circle Master [a mage who has mastered the third tier of magic].

There was no way he could withstand being caught in the crossfire of 7th Circle and 7-Star monsters fighting.

He was swept away by the wind pressure from Draizer’s axe, staggered, hit by the Cyclops’ magic, and slammed into that wall. The two collided violently, and he was caught in the explosion of mana and slammed into this wall.

With Mark’s help, he was avoiding the center of the aura and magic collision as much as possible, but even then, there was nothing a 3rd Circle mage could do in this narrow space.

Just staying alive was impressive enough.

That was Legion’s current situation.

He had suffered considerable internal injuries. He coughed several times and spat out black blood.

-Warning! Warning! Your physical strength is down 30 percent, magic power is down 50 percent, and you have suffered a critical blow. If you receive more than two counterattacks, your life cannot be guaranteed.

Ugh, I thought so. It freaking hurts.

-This is not the time to be saying that. Just leave this place to Draizer and run away.

Run away? Can I even get out of here?

-I’ll scan as best as I can.

Does that mean the probability of escaping isn’t high?

-It is possible.

I need to learn healing abilities as soon as I reach the 4th Circle. If I could use healing magic, I could have recovered at least some of my stamina.

“Ugh, okay, I got it. Damn. I can’t even move a finger.”

Legion lay flat on his back on the floor.

Anyway, his whole body was aching so badly that he couldn’t even get up.

He only turned his eyes to look at Draizer and Archbishop Cyclops.

They made me look like this, and they’re having a good fight.

Powerful fighting spirit and aura, black magic were rampant. The blood pond radius of several dozen meters was devastated and unrecognizable.

Vampire Sharonz was trembling in that corner. She acted like the Demon King in the Demon King’s castle, but what a sight.

“Hey, Vampire.”

Legion called out to Sharonz.

Sharonz looked at Legion. She had a surprised expression.

Why?

“Huh! You’re alive?”

Damn it, of course, I’m alive!

Legion gestured to her.

Come here.

“Me?”

Sharonz pointed to herself with her finger.

“Yes, you.”

Sharonz approached cautiously with an uneasy look.

“What is it?”

“Pick that up for me.”

Legion pointed to the jewels that had been blown far away by the explosion. Damn, I have to gamble my fate after all. Is luck the only thing I can rely on?

God of Stone Head Church or the main god, please give me just one very good skill!

Sharonz picked up three brilliantly shining jewels.

“Okay, give them to me. Hurry. Ugh.”

Legion reached out his hand. Sharonz hesitated as she was about to place the jewels in Legion’s hand.

“Why?”

Legion looked at Sharonz with a suspicious look.

“The contract…”

“What?”

“I’ll exchange it for the contract.”

“Damn it, don’t you know what situation we’re in? Is this the time to be talking about contracts?”

“I’m saying this because I know what the situation is. You taught me. These jewels are important, right?”

“Damn it! They’re not important!”

“Is that so? Then never mind.”

Sharonz turned away. This damn vampire is coming on strong. But do you know this?

Legion held out a contract.

-I will marry as Legion tells me to.

“Do you want to get married?”

“Huh! Look at this! You bad guy! How can a person ask someone to write such a contract! I won’t give it to you! I can’t give it to you! I’d rather bite my tongue and die!”

“Hey! Do you really want to marry an orc? Give it to me quickly! Ugh. It hurts.”

I shouldn’t have shouted.

My insides are twisting. Ah! Suddenly, the ‘Helicobacter Pylori Go Away’ passive skill seems to be activated. My stomach hurts terribly.

What should I do?

If I lie here and take a dump, I’ll be a laughingstock for the rest of my life, even if I get out of here alive.

“I was deceived. Looking so stupid and fat, making it easy to underestimate people. The things you do are completely garbage, worse than a third-rate gangster skeleton!”

What are you saying? Are you hurting me?

“You make people feel safe with your appearance and then just eat them alive.”

“Am I a cannibal? Eating them alive.”

“It’s a metaphor. Who was the one who sneaked up on me while I was collapsed and said, ‘I’ll save you. In exchange for saving you, put your stamp here. If you don’t like it, say you don’t like it. I’ll give you pain worse than death. You’ll never die according to your will. Hahaha!'”

“I never did that.”

“You did!”

“I don’t remember.”

“You bad… bastard.”

Sharonz clenched her sharp fangs. I’ve never seen a human like this in my life.

“So… are you going to trade or not?”

“This is not the time for this! Give me the jewels first.”

“The contract first.”

“If you give me the jewels!”

“Then never mind.”

“If you don’t give it to me, you’ll die here.”

“I am a noble of darkness. I have already transcended death.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Who was the one who signed the contract asking to be saved?”

“……”

He’s really someone you can’t associate with. I want to break the jewels, contract or whatever.

“Damn it, I’m dying of time.”

Legion barely moved his hand to open the subspace [a personal storage dimension]. He took out dozens of contracts, checked each name, and burned the contracts of the Dark Knight or Dullahan [undead creatures from folklore] that had already disappeared.

Rest in peace.

“Yours… is this one.”

Five contracts.

-I pledge allegiance to Legion for 20 years.

-During that period, all my acquisitions belong to Legion.

-I will take a beating if Legion hits me, and I will pretend to die if he tells me to die.

-I will marry as Legion tells me to.

-I will die when Legion dies.

What kind of ridiculous contract is this?

The first to third contracts are bearable. But aren’t the fourth and fifth excessive human rights violations, no, demon rights violations?

“Damn it! Hey. Anyway, I’ll die when you die. Decide quickly. I’d rather just die now than roll around for 20 years, marry some weirdo, and die when you die! With you!”

“Okay, okay, I got it, I got it! Let’s exchange.”

“Good. Give it to me.”

“Jewels first.”

“At the same time.”

“You really can’t trust people.”

“I know ten things from seeing one [meaning: I can easily see through you].”

“Tsk.”

Legion and Sharonz exchanged jewels and contracts at the same time.

Sharonz immediately burned the contract as if it was uncomfortable to see. Then, without looking back, she ran out of the dungeon.

Legion looked at Sharonz’s back with a strange, sinister smile.

“We’ll meet again.”

Oh, this is not the time for this.

Legion swallowed all three jewels that Sharonz had given him.

-Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Are you crazy?

Why?

-What are you going to do swallowing three jewels at once?

Can’t I?

-Of course not. Spit them out quickly.

Legion felt uneasy at Mark’s surprised words and spat out the jewels in his mouth.

No, he was going to spit them out.

-Starting disassembly.

Damn it…

Too late.

* * *

Baron Parasol rubbed his eyes.

He couldn’t believe the absurd situation unfolding before his eyes.

He was in charge of the vanguard of Viscount Beach’s army.

Twelve knights and a hundred cavalrymen. With this force, they could wipe out this shabby baronial territory in half a day.

Even if they had some kind of countermeasures, the main force prepared in the rear consisted of 20 knights, 100 cavalrymen, and 500 heavy infantry.

There were about 300 mercenaries included, so it tended to be disorganized, but it was an overwhelming force to strike a baronial family of this size.

Why did they go to such lengths while spending so much money?

Because other nobles were also aiming for Baron Legion’s ‘Mythril Mine’ [a mine producing a rare and valuable metal].

This was a race against time.

The person who cuts off the baron’s head and plants the flag first wins.

Most people judged that the death of a backwater local baron could be easily glossed over.

But-

“Oh! This is an unexpected situation.”

Baron Parasol said as if he was amused.

“That’s right. There was a mage.”

The escort knight also nodded.

They were a little surprised that this underdeveloped territory, a much more remote territory than expected, was more developed than expected.

The waterways and roads were well maintained, and the rice paddies and fields were much better than expected.

And the manpower building the castle walls.

They had a lot of money, so they were building castle walls with quite a great fortification technician and a lot of manpower.

“As expected, the Viscount’s insight is great.”

If they had come just three months later, all of those castle walls would have been completed, and they would have had to endure quite a bit of damage. But Viscount Beach didn’t want such a wait.

“Go out and kill them all, leaving not a single livestock. It would be good to disguise it as a monster attack. After all, monster attacks happen frequently in this area.”

Baron Parasol carried out his lord’s orders.

He shot arrows at the workers who were working on the castle walls. Not a single one would be able to escape.

But-

An absurd situation unfolded.

A barrier was being erected around the workers?

Was there a mage who could spread such a wide-ranging barrier?

‘That level of magic is at least 4th Circle…’

But at that moment, the workers suddenly turned towards them.

“Are they going to fight us now, believing in just one mage?”

Baron Parasol was so dumbfounded that he almost burst out laughing.

“How long will it take to break through there?”

“I will finish it within 5 minutes, including cutting off the mage’s head.”

“Good! All troops, advance!”

At Baron Parasol’s words, the knights and cavalrymen quickly snatched the reins of their horses. They each picked up a lance and spear.

And just as they were about to rush out.

“Huh? Uh, uh, uh!”

The cavalrymen couldn’t spur their horses.

Hundreds of fireballs began to fall over their heads.