Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 150

Magic Learned in Vain – 151

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Mizsett nodded slightly.

‘Master is a very kind person. He has his quirks like other high-ranking wizards, but at least he’s been a good mentor to me.’

She never imagined he would be here, aiding in the Dark Elf slave hunt.

‘He’s not that kind of person.’

There must be a reason.

Mizsett pursued Cybeman to the end to hear that reason.

“Everyone has their circumstances. So… I don’t want to say anything.”

“Master… at least tell me the reason.”

“It’s not something you should hear.”

Even the reason was a disgrace.

The fact that he was helping that brutish lord to keep a flawed promise was unbearable.

“I’m leaving. Will you return to the Magic Tower? If you do, I’ll find a way to get you a pardon. The 3rd and 4th Circles are vastly different. If you become a 4th Circle master at your age, even the old folks will show leniency.”

“No. I have no intention of returning to the Magic Tower.”

Mizsett shook her head. She didn’t have many good memories of the Magic Tower.

Competition!

Competition!

The endless competition was all she remembered of the Magic Tower. Thinking about it made her dizzy. Some might say it’s the excuse of a loser who couldn’t keep up with the competition, but she didn’t care.

She never wanted to go back to those days.

“I see.”

Cybeman nodded as if he had expected it.

“It seems you’ve met good companions.”

“Good companions?”

“Indeed. Good companions guide each other to the right path. Your brighter aura, the rapid increase in mana, the quick improvement in skill—all impossible without good companions.”

Good companions, huh?

Suddenly, the short-haired Haimo came to mind. The image of him grabbing his broken, short hair and wailing also flashed through her mind.

‘I wouldn’t even cry that sadly if my parents died.’

‘Is that kind of companion a true companion?’

Mizsett chuckled.

“I’m leaving. If anything happens, come to the Magic Tower. Just because you left the Magic Tower doesn’t mean our connection is severed.”

“Understood.”

Mizsett bowed deeply. It was a short meeting, but just seeing her master made her feel like all her hardships had been washed away.

However-

A man caught their eye.

“Hmm.”

Cybeman let out a soft groan. He had cast boundary magic around the area, just in case.

That meant this man had broken through the boundary magic.

The boundary magic hadn’t reacted at all. That meant only one thing: he possessed higher magic power than himself.

He wasn’t wearing armor. He was dressed in black martial attire. He was a tall man, over 190 cm [approximately 6’3″], but he was so well-proportioned that he didn’t seem that big.

He had jet-black hair and eyes, so cold that they seemed to freeze you upon contact.

‘Who the hell is he?’

Cybeman had no idea who the other man was.

Judging by his attire, he seemed like a martial artist. But he wasn’t wearing the gauntlets typical of martial artists. He didn’t have the aura of a mage either. And of course, he wasn’t a knight since he wasn’t wearing armor.

Even for Cybeman, who had a keen eye, it wasn’t easy to figure out the other man’s identity.

Step by step.

The man approached them fearlessly.

He looked at Cybeman and Mizsett, then immediately turned his gaze away from Cybeman, as if he had no interest. It was very rude.

“Hey, you there, woman.”

The man called out to Mizsett.

“Me?”

“Yes, you’re the only woman here, aren’t you?”

“Why are you calling me?”

Kind words beget kind words. Mizsett didn’t like the man’s oppressive tone at all.

“I like your pretty face. Become my woman.”

“What?”

“I’ll let you have everything you want.”

Mizsett scoffed. Suddenly appearing and telling her to be his woman.

“I don’t like you. So get lost.”

“You’re mistaken.”

“About what?”

“I’m not making a request. It’s an order. Come here and kiss my feet.”

When something is so absurd, you can’t help but laugh. That’s how Mizsett felt right now. She was so dumbfounded that she burst out laughing.

“Why are you laughing? Do you find my words funny?”

The man moved slowly.

His jet-black hair fluttered in the wind. His eyes became even colder.

His gaze alone made it hard to breathe.

However, Mizsett was no longer the 3rd Circle mage of the past. She had become several times stronger than before.

She summoned her Wind.

She preferred Winds because they were lighter than staves and came in many pretty designs.

As she grasped the Wind, her magic power surged rapidly. Her attack power soared.

But Cybeman blocked her way.

Why?

“You guys, come out now.”

Cybeman shouted, looking into the forest behind them.

“Hurry!”

He urged again urgently.

“Aww, how did he know? That old man is something else.”

“It’s because the boss farted. The sound traveled dozens of meters. And the smell…”

Steel covered his nose and waved his hand.

“That’s not it. How can a fart smell when I haven’t eaten anything?”

“Try smelling it later yourself. See if it smells or not.”

Haimo pouted at Steel’s words. He was so hungry that he had eaten expired emergency rations.

He had felt sick ever since.

But in the midst of a forced march with no time to rest, he couldn’t say, ‘Wait for me while I take a dump.’ He couldn’t even imagine what kind of abuse he would suffer from the boss if he lost Mizsett.

“You guys?”

Mizsett looked at her companions with a surprised expression.

She never imagined they would chase her all the way here. She thought they would be fighting the enemies capturing Dark Elves alongside the boss.

“The boss told us to go to you.”

Steel said.

“The boss?”

“Yeah, the boss said not to let you get a scratch on your fingertip.”

“Why?”

“He said there are many things to make you do. You and us. I guess he thinks we’re not earning our keep.”

“I see. Hehehe.”

The face of the boss, who was obsessed with money, came to mind.

She couldn’t help but laugh. Still, she was grateful. He always spoke indirectly like that when he was embarrassed. Everyone knew he had a soft spot for his subordinates, except for himself.

“So, who’s bullying our only flower? Is it that guy?”

Steel pointed at the black-haired man.

Instantly-

Bang! With a sound, Steel was sent flying into a tree behind him.

“Huh?”

“What?”

The members looked back and forth between the black-haired man and Steel in surprise. No one had seen what had just happened. It was certain that the black-haired man had used some kind of technique.

But even with the increased skills of the members, they didn’t know what had happened.

“You guys, take Mizsett and leave this place quickly.”

Cybeman said. And then-

“Flame of Azure! Reveal your form!”

He summoned his signature weapon, the Magellan Staff.

In an instant, Cybeman’s aura changed. Until just now, he had seemed like a kind old grandfather, but now it was as if an enraged tiger stood before them.

“Are you going to be okay? Old man?”

Haimo asked.

Old man?

Cybeman had never heard such a thing before. The word ‘old man’ itself was so unfamiliar that he didn’t quite understand it.

‘Mizsett, you’ve got some interesting companions.’

“Now is not the time to worry about me. You guys hurry and take Mizsett away from here. As far away as possible. The farther, the better.”

“What’s going on…”

“Just go. There’s no time to explain now.”

The density of the air was gradually decreasing.

The black-haired man showed no magic power. He showed no explosive skills. He was just silently looking at them.

Yet, the surrounding nature submitted to him.

It was something no ordinary human could do.

Also, that one move from earlier.

Cybeman looked at his pierced palm. Some kind of energy emitted from the man’s finger had broken through his triple barrier and pierced through his palm, blasting away the short man.

If it were a carefully crafted technique, it would have been better…

The black-haired man had casually waved his hand and produced this much destructive power.

No matter how skilled Cybeman was, he couldn’t even begin to fathom the depth of the opponent’s power.

‘He’s stronger than me.’

That composure was the confidence that only the absolute strongest could possess.

The black-haired man twisted his lips and said.

“Where do you think you’re going? No one leaves this place without my permission.”

The black-haired man looked at Cybeman and the members and smiled coldly.

* * *

-I really can’t live. What’s the point of increasing intelligence? What’s the point of increasing magical skills? What’s the point of learning active skills? I can’t find my way.

Didn’t I say I have no sense of direction?

-I’m an idiot for getting caught every time. Ah! Another spider! What kind of forest has so many spiders? It’s firing poison needles. Try to get hit as much as possible. Build up resistance to neutralize any poison quickly.

It hurts when I get hit.

Legion’s resistance to poison spiders was almost MAX. If he caught the king of spiders or the king of scorpions or whatever and ate their core, he could neutralize the poison of all spiders and scorpions in the world.

Why are spiders included when catching scorpions? Because the Kaak scorpion is a hybrid of scorpion and spider.

Does that make sense?

Can spiders and scorpions mate?

It’s a truly messed up world.

Thanks to that, his resistance to other poisons was also increasing little by little.

He now had the ability to completely remove more than 50% of poisons.

But that doesn’t mean he’s okay even if he gets hit by poison. It hurts when he gets hit. Especially the stronger the poison, the more terribly it hurts.

Sometimes it throbs like being hit with a club, and sometimes it’s as hot as being burned with fire.

The most painful thing isn’t the pain.

It’s the itching. Once it starts, it itches like crazy for about 3 minutes. That short amount of time felt like an hour.

It was the time it took for the body to neutralize the poisons.

But once he gains complete resistance to all poisons, it’s said to feel refreshing. According to Mark.

I can’t trust anything that guy says.

The things that come out of an AI’s mouth are so exaggerated that I can’t believe it.

Is he just saying whatever comes to mind?

Psh sh sh!

Poison needles hit Legion’s entire body. He deliberately exposed his arms and legs to get hit.

“Ughhhhh!”

This time, it was a shock like being electrocuted. Who was it who said it felt tingly and good? Feeling good my ass, it hurts like hell. If that feels good, that bastard is definitely a pervert.

-Resistance to the poison shot by the poison spider is now 99%. Spider poison no longer affects you. The Kaak scorpion’s core is required to reach MAX.

Now he didn’t have to worry about poison spiders and scorpion poison.

The most casualties were caused by a few insects such as snakes, scorpions, and poison spiders. Just blocking these would eliminate the risk of dying from poison.

Legion, who easily blocked the attacks of the poison spiders, jumped again and climbed onto the tallest tree in the area. He looked around.

“This is a disaster. I’m going to lose 10,000 gold. Mark, scanning won’t work, right?”

-Of course. He’s already out of scanning range.

Legion scratched the back of his head.

He wished he had one more skill that could dramatically increase his scanning ability at times like this.

“Huh?”

-Why?

“Did you feel it?”

-Feel what?

“This incredibly intense magic power. It’s really amazing.”

Legion turned his gaze to one place. An unimaginable magic power was sucking up all the energy around it.

Like a predator putting anything in its mouth.

Perhaps the people there didn’t even know it was magic power. You had to see it from afar to know what it was. He didn’t know who it was, but there was a high risk of being instantly killed in an instant.

And the only people who weren’t by his side were Mizsett and the members.

“I need to hurry.”

Legion quickly began running towards the place that was sucking up the surrounding air.