Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 160

Magic is Learned for Nothing – Episode 161

# 161

The Wandering Warrior (1)

Thud, thud.

Legion still couldn’t get used to it.

It was the same eye level as when the ‘Exploding Awesomeness’ passive skill was activated.

Back then, it was a natural eye level…

It felt so natural…

But now, it felt like he was standing on something to look around.

It was also difficult to secure his field of vision.

The black full plate armor. It was perfectly sealed except for the eyes.

Of course, he couldn’t see his face either.

Legion’s body was forcibly fitted into the full plate armor.

‘Ugh, I think I’ve been tricked. I’m doomed. Completely doomed!’

Legion recalled the moment he woke up from anesthesia. When he opened his eyes, he already felt like his body belonged to someone else.

Because he had been forcibly fitted into the full plate armor.

Next to the full plate armor, a hammer, chisel, and awl were lying covered in blood.

What on earth were they going to do with plastic surgery magic?

“The first stage of plastic surgery magic is complete.”

“First stage?”

“There are still second and third surgeries left.”

At this point, Legion felt like he had been hit in the back of the head.

“What did you say?”

“Ah, don’t worry too much. If your body fits well into the mold, the surgery can be done lightly.”

“What is it?”

“It’s just about correcting any misaligned areas. To put it simply, if your shoulder is dislocated? Then we only correct the shoulder. If your hips are uneven? Then we only correct the hips again. That’s all we do.”

He aged ten years in that moment.

“If my body takes shape properly in one go, there won’t be a second or third surgery, right?”

“Probably.”

“But…”

Legion tried to raise his upper body. Maybe it was because his body had become limp. He couldn’t muster any strength. The weight of the armor felt too heavy.

No matter how many times he tried, he couldn’t raise his upper body.

“Ah, just a moment.”

Sanka grabbed Legion and helped him up. He fell backward several times while getting up. It felt so heavy that it made a ‘thud!’ sound when he hit the operating table.

“Again.”

Sanka barely managed to get Legion up.

“A bit heavy, right?”

“A bit? Is it because my body is weak?”

“You might be a little short on strength for a few days. Other than that, you’re fine. It’s just that the armor had to be heavy to tightly secure your body.”

“How much?”

“250 kilograms.”

“……”

Did he hear wrong?

“How much?”

“250 kilograms.”

“……”

Legion was speechless for a moment. He had to walk around with 250 kilograms [550 pounds] on his body?

“H, hey. Mister.”

“Village Chief.”

“Right. Village Chief. Do you think that makes sense? How can a person live with 250 kilograms on them? I have to keep wearing this, right? Right?”

“That’s right.”

“How long?”

“6 months.”

“……”

Legion thought he was going to faint.

He thought the plastic surgery would be completed in 2-3 days. He was willing to commit to this surgery, thinking he would suffer for a few days.

But 6 months was a different story. He had to endure 6 months in this ironclad suit without coming out.

“Where do I eat?”

“Here.”

Sanka opened the mouth of the helmet. Only the lips were visible.

“What about the bathroom?”

“Standing.”

Standing?

“What about number two?”

“Number two too…”

Legion was now half giving up.

“How do I do it?”

“There’s an entrance here.”

Sanka pointed to the front and back openings of the lower body armor. It was a structure that could be opened and closed.

Legion clenched his teeth.

All for learning that damn magic!

All for learning that exploding awesomeness skill!

He had to stand and poop for 6 months without taking off his armor?

Wait, then he couldn’t even shower for 6 months.

Argh! I’m doomed. I’m doomed!

Legion couldn’t even lift his arms because of the weight of the armor. If he had his old strength, he would have definitely lifted them. But maybe because of his slime-like body, his strength wasn’t returning easily.

“You’ll be fine once the anesthesia wears off.”

Sanka’s words were of no comfort at all.

About 2 hours later, Legion woke up from the anesthesia.

Even after waking up from the anesthesia, he suffered like a dog.

Moving around in 250 kilograms of armor. It was by no means easy.

He almost broke his finger trying to lift it to eat. It was truly maddening.

Just standing still made sweat pour like rain. The weather was already hot in this area. He was worried he might collapse from heatstroke.

But he couldn’t just stay here for 6 months. If more time passed, his subordinates would die without being able to detoxify the poison.

Poor Mizsette would be getting harassed at the Stone Head Church.

He had to move himself to save them. It wasn’t something that could be done by ordering someone else.

After taking only one day of rest, Legion decided to leave the village.

He looked for Bidet, the best artisan of toilet craftsmanship.

The rumor that Legion had entered the armor alive and couldn’t come out had spread throughout the neighborhood. They were a little surprised to see Legion, but quickly regained their composure.

“You must have come for a weapon, right?”

Bidet asked bluntly.

“That’s right. Here.”

Legion opened his subspace and put his arm in.

Shaking, shaking.

Just lifting his arm was a chore. It required tremendous strength. His biceps bulged inside the armor.

I guarantee~.

The day I take off this armor, I’ll make a name for myself as a warrior rather than a magician.

Legion took out the trident from the subspace.

“That’s?”

Bidet’s eyes sparkled. He recognized the masterpiece at once.

“You know what it is, right?”

“Of course. Isn’t that the Three-Headed Medusa’s exclusive weapon?”

“Is it a good item?”

Legion handed the trident to Bidet. Bidet’s expression changed to a satisfied one. An artisan is an artisan. They can’t hide their expression when they see a good item.

“It’s top-notch.”

“Top-notch?”

“It has tremendous value among magical weapons. Ah, of course, it’s not without its drawbacks.”

“What is it?”

“First of all, the hardness is weak. Self-repair is possible, but you should refrain from clashing with knights wielding Aura Blades [blades enhanced with magical energy].”

Legion nodded. That was a fact he already knew.

“And it’s not a set item.”

“It’s not?”

“That’s right.”

That’s a bit of a shame. The value of a set item is much higher than a single item. Well, it doesn’t matter now.

“And this.”

Legion made up his mind and took out the Lactorerium [a fictional, highly magical mineral]. Top-grade Lactorerium. Even Bidet, the best artisan of toilet craftsmanship, couldn’t easily see such a mineral.

“That’s?”

As expected, Bidet’s eyes widened to an unprecedented degree.

“Lactorerium.”

“L, Lactorerium? Really? Does such a mineral really exist?”

“Check it out.”

Bidet, who received the Lactorerium, repeatedly exclaimed in admiration.

“Amazing. Truly amazing. Look at these dense crystals. I can’t believe it. This mineral is alive. In my opinion, it’s no different from a living thing. The metal of fantasy! The metal of fantasy! It wasn’t just empty words! Hehehe! Where on earth did you get the Lactorerium?”

Bidet hugged the Lactorerium tightly. As if it were his own.

Is he going to run away with this?

Suddenly, Legion felt uneasy.

Look at Bidet’s eyes. He acted like a sage who had transcended the world, but now they were blazing like the sun. He had instantly transformed into an incarnation of desire.

“Can you make a staff with those two items?”

“I need a few more materials… but if it’s the core framework, this alone should be enough. No, if I have this Lactorerium, I can make a superior staff.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Good. As promised, make my staff with that.”

“What kind do you want? Magic amplification? Multi-casting? Casting speed reduction? With Lactorerium, I think I can complete it in any form.”

“Hmm.”

Legion habitually stroked his chin. Then he stopped. He almost dislocated his arm trying to lift it.

“Make it feel like it has a good hand feel.”

“Hand feel?”

Bidet tilted his head as if he didn’t understand. Make it fit the hand feel? Is he the eldest daughter-in-law of a noble family? What is he?

“Look at this and refer to it.”

Legion took out the Jungchul Staff and gave it to Bidet.

It was the weapon he had been with the longest since learning magic. It was a weapon that he just swung around without any options, but he had grown quite fond of it.

But he couldn’t carry such a weapon in this state.

It was time to let it go.

“Huh~ I thought it was a weapon with tremendous destructive power… it’s just a club?”

Bidet seemed surprised too.

“It’s not just a club. It’s a staff.”

Yeah, the shape is a staff… but this is a club.

“You want me to make it based on this?”

“Yeah, please. That’s what fits my hand feel the best.”

Only then did Bidet nod. He understood what Legion meant.

I should have known from the first time I saw him…

Legion is into that kind of thing. He likes hitting things.

“And as you’ve heard, I think I’ll have to go somewhere for a while.”

“You’re going to get Mandragora [a magical plant], right?”

“Hmm. That too.”

“You need a weapon, right? You can’t carry a staff or club in that shape.”

“That’s right.”

“I prepared it just in case.”

Bidet brought out a huge iron sword that looked like it was 2 meters [6.5 feet] long from the warehouse. Lulru helped him carry it because it was hard to carry alone. They brought the iron sword with a groan and placed it in front of Legion.

Clang~

As expected, the weight was no joke.

I’m a magician!

Why do you keep giving me things like this!

“It’s not newly made. It’s a weapon that was originally stored here. I did a little work on it. It’s quite heavy… but it’ll fit your hand feel.”

Legion barely bent over and grabbed the iron sword.

Son of a… my arm is going to fall off.

He clenched his teeth and put strength until his face turned red, and then he was able to lift the iron sword.

“It’s an iron sword that can self-repair. Don’t worry about the sword losing its teeth and swing it as much as you want.”

“By the way, how much does this weigh?”

Legion asked, panting.

“150 kilograms [330 pounds].”

“……”

Just kill me.

How much longer do I have to live to carry 400 kilograms [880 pounds] on my body? Is that even possible?

“I’ll cast a weight reduction magic. Then it’ll be much lighter.”

Ah!

-Think of it as training and just carry it around. When else do you think you can train?

T, that’s true, but. It’s too heavy. My back is going to break!

-As long as you’re in the ironclad suit, your bones won’t break. So just grit your teeth and carry it around.

Ugh! You devil!

-I’m just saying this for your own good.

“I’ve added a few features for you.”

“What kind?”

“Skill: One-Hit Kill!”

Oh! I don’t know what it is, but it looks really cool.

“If you chant the spell, the weight of the iron sword will instantly double.”

The weight of the iron sword doubles? 300 kilograms [660 pounds]? No, why would I do that?

“Hit the enemy at once with the increased weight. The impact will be much higher.”

“……”

What if my arm falls off while swinging a 300 kilogram weapon? Who’s going to take responsibility for that?

“Hit the enemy at once with the increased weight. The impact will be much higher.”

“……”

What if my arm falls off while swinging a 300 kilogram weapon? Who’s going to take responsibility for that?