Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 323

The Man’s Diary 2

Formula One, the largest racing stadium in Las Vegas.

It’s a place where they modify various carriages (vehicles) manufactured in the kingdom and compete for victory.

It can accommodate up to 40,000 people, and as a gambling venue, it attracts more than 2 million visitors annually.

For carriage manufacturers to showcase their vehicle performance to the nobles, winning here was essential.

This place is the kingdom’s greatest spectacle.

The game format is simple.

You just need to guess the 1st place carriage out of the top 10 in the singles race. Relatively easy to guess.

You need to guess the 1st and 2nd place carriages out of the top 10 in the doubles race. Extremely difficult.

You need to guess all of the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place carriages out of the top 10 in the triple doubles race. It’s like reaching for the stars; maybe one person succeeds in a month.

The Grand Prix Triple Doubles.

Once a year, the carriages with the highest winning rates gather to compete.

The largest betting amount in history is at stake.

It is known that there have only been 12 winners so far. The average winning amount reaches a whopping 50,000 gold [a significant sum of money].

And now is the month when the Grand Prix is held.

“Waaaaaah!”

“Go! Go! Cheetos! Cheer up!”

“Ssibal! Tear it up! You have to win this year! Go Grand Prix! Go go go!”

The Las Vegas Grand Prix stadium is bustling.

The cheers of 40,000 people simultaneously made the surrounding high-rise skyscrapers shake all at once.

The stadium has been sold out for several years in a row. It’s an amazing record. Moreover, now it was the month when the Grand Prix, which concludes the year, was held.

The heat was at its peak.

You couldn’t even feel the chilly autumn weather.

Legion, Dreizler, Shuttle, and Miback stood at the entrance of the Grand Prix stadium. They bought general admission tickets, which cost 10 gold. Damn, it’s so expensive.

“These days, the gladiator matches in the Colosseum are not popular. Putting people and animals in fights, pitting them against monsters, tearing off limbs, and bursting internal organs—such barbaric matches are now outdated. Healthy and exciting F-1 races are the best. In this respect, King Gong is really amazing,” Miback said.

He couldn’t get new teeth put in yet, so the wind whistled through the gaps. Still, his expression was bright. It’s natural since he came back from the dead.

Legion pursed his lips.

Gibs’s network is quite extensive. Gibs and Emmon were actually colleagues who worked in the same guild in the past. Gibs was the senior.

Thanks to that, information sharing was possible, and they were able to find the missing Miback without much difficulty.

The reason Miback left the port city of Siem was because of money.

However, the colleagues who were trying to get rich with him all became pig feed. Miback was also on the verge of becoming pig feed. Legion saved him just in the nick of time.

If he had been a day late…

Legion would not have been able to save Miback, and he might have never been able to escape his dark fate for the rest of his life.

Legion also felt a pang of relief, remembering how close he came to failing.

Miback, who survived after all sorts of hardships, said to Legion, “I will make it possible for you to use Estée Lauder [a high-end cosmetics brand] for the rest of your life. No, I’ll put my name on the line and fix you up.”

“I didn’t help you hoping for anything in return. But if you’re going to give me something, I’ll gratefully accept it. I hope you will help me until I regain my fair baby skin.”

Miback tilted his head.

At the time, Legion was wearing full plate armor.

So he doesn’t know what condition Legion’s skin is in. He couldn’t imagine that Legion’s skin, which was covered in armor, would be fair. He just thought he was a monster with tremendous muscles. That’s why Legion and fair skin were not associated in his mind.

“Why do you have that expression?”

“Ah, it’s nothing. I understand. I will definitely make your skin fair.”

Again, Miback is the kingdom’s only specialized plastic surgery magician.

Others may criticize him for learning such magic, but he is satisfied.

How lucrative it is to cater to noble ladies!

Many magicians are poor because they are a race that lives only for their own satisfaction. Many of them barely make a living with only the research grants given by the kingdom. Their wives and children are starving at home, but they act like magicians, holding their backs and chins high and strutting around.

Miback despises such people.

I’d rather be a well-fed pig than a hungry sage.

What is that honor worth?

Thanks to that, Miback was able to become the kingdom’s best plastic surgery magician without any competitors.

Some junior magicians who saw him raking in money jumped into plastic surgery magic.

Thanks to that, plastic surgery magic has now become diversified.

Foot care magic, body shape management magic, magic to prevent the yo-yo effect, magic to remove blemishes and freckles, and even magic to enlarge and expand the thing of a man with a drooping head have been developed.

However, Miback, who pioneered plastic surgery magic first, earned overwhelmingly more money.

If the dark elf Ssenkka had been a person greedy for money, he might have died of a stomach ache. When you think about it, the origin of plastic surgery magic is no different from dark elves. Unfortunately, the plastic surgery magic they possessed was almost obsolete.

“But I have one request.”

“A request? What request?”

“If you help me, I’ll give you half.”

Miback knows what kind of person Legion is.

A magician? A warrior? Whose class is receiving absolute support from the 8-circle Great Sage Baserabap? I don’t know what the class is, but anyway, it’s one of the two.

Was it both?

Moreover, he treats ‘Crazy Dreizler,’ one of the kingdom’s seven strongest, like his own limbs.

Thinking about these two, they were incomparable to the colleagues in the Thieves’ Guild who had become close to him.

The ‘King Gong’s slush fund seizure plan’ had a much higher chance of success.

That’s why Miback thought of bringing in Legion and Dreizler.

Legion pondered.

It was a request in words, but it was no different from a threat.

*I will make your skin clean. Help me instead. If you don’t help me, there’s no guarantee that I’ll make your skin clean* – that’s a threat.

*This bastard, I went out of my way to save him. Should I just throw him back to those Samcheong Education Corps [a brutal re-education camp] or whatever they are and leave?*

*Ah! If I did that, I’d have to live with dark skin and never take off my helmet for the rest of my life.*

Sadly, I can’t.

“Let’s hear it first.”

“I’ll tell you my plan when I get your confirmation that you’ll help me. This is… a historically unprecedented plan.”

*I wonder what he’s going to say so grandly. Look at this bastard’s eyes. They’re so sparkling. Is it real?*

“Okay. I’ll help you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Then let’s write up a plan?”

“That won’t work.”

“Shouldn’t I have something to believe in too?”

“You bastard.”

Miback, exposed to Legion’s murderous intent, trembled.

“Yes?”

“You were already a dead man. I saved you, so what more do you need? My skin, it’s a sensitive issue, and I can’t fix it anywhere else. I can grab a dragon and tell them to fix it. But how dare you ask me to hand over my bundle after I saved a guy who fell into the river? Hey!”

“Yes?”

“If you’re greedy… you might really die.”

Slightly murderous intent flowed out from Legion’s body, who was annoyed.

His murderous intent is not something ordinary people can withstand. The power of the 8th circle and the heart of the Black Dragon. If he starts emitting magic power in earnest, he could completely annihilate the surrounding creatures with just his murderous intent.

How many people here could withstand it?

Could he, a 5-circle magician specializing in plastic surgery magic, withstand it?

No way.

If he were to be hit by a barrage of murderous intent accompanied by magic power, Miback’s entire body would melt like candle wax.

Only then did Miback realize what he had done wrong.

Cold sweat poured down his entire body like a waterfall. Soon his underwear was soaked.

*He is the one that Baserabap wants to pass on everything to.*

His talent is special.

But his personality is completely different. He mistook him for being similar to the gentle Baserabap.

If he tries to make a deal with him any further, he will die.

If he provokes him like this, he will be thrown into the Samcheong Education Corps without hesitation.

“I, I’m sorry. I’ll tell you everything.”

Miback is quick-witted.

He decided to reveal all his cards. That was the only way to win this man’s favor.

He told Count Legion everything he knew.

Count Legion and Dreizler, and Shuttle, who pretended not to listen but pricked up his ears in the corner, couldn’t close their gaping mouths.

“How much?”

“At least 10 million gold. Up to 100 million gold.”

Legion knelt down and prayed to the chief god.

“You’re giving me this kind of money because I live kindly. Thank you. Chief God.”

Miback couldn’t understand why King Gong’s money was a gift to Legion.

And then he receives a proposal that is enough to make him faint.

“I get 90%. You get 10%.”

“I don’t like it. I brought the information. 6 to 4.”

“But I saved your life. If you had died, you would have died without even touching 1 gold.”

“Then 7 to 3.”

“Okay, we can do it among ourselves.”

*I’m screwed. This thief!*

“8 to 2. I can’t go any lower than that!”

“Okay. Even if it’s 10%, it’s 10 million gold if you do well. In the case of a small kingdom, it exceeds the annual budget. You can’t use it all in your life even if you die. Why don’t you like it? Then shall we just do it among ourselves? You little bastard, you’re so greedy.”

*He’s! He’s not greedy for trying to eat all the rest of the money? Why are you acting like it’s originally your money?*

“The master is right.”

“Our boss would never lie.”

*You guys shut up! You 잡어 [Jabeo – Korean slang for insignificant/low-life] bastards!*

“Ah! Dreizler, that Miback called us 잡어.”

“What?”

Dreizler’s terrifying gaze reached Miback.

I can’t make eye contact with Dreizler at all. Just looking at him makes my legs tingle and my butt burn. It was like being struck by lightning right on the top of my head.

“No, no. How could I dare to say 잡어 to Dreizler.”

Miback shook both hands hard to survive.

*But how did he read my mind?*

“Okay? Are you going to do it or not? If you don’t like it, Dreizler and I will play together for four days, and then I’ll send you back to the Samcheong Education Corps.”

“헐! [Heol – Korean exclamation of disbelief/shock]”

“헐 or whatever, let’s get the contract stamped here first.”

Legion opened the subspace and took out the cursed contract that Mamon had been working hard on.

A symbol of terror that no one can ever escape once they sign a contract. Everyone who has a contract with Legion knows it, but Miback didn’t even notice.

“I’m not running away.”

“Okay, stamp it first.”

“Wait a minute.”

“Stamp it quickly. I’m busy.”

Dreizler grabbed Miback’s finger and pressed it on the contract. He couldn’t resist with his strength.

“You can’t do this. This is clearly an illegal contract written under pressure.”

“What pressure? You said it. Put your name on the line. It’s written here.”

*-I, Miback, will make it possible for Legion to use Estée Lauder for the rest of his life. I am a plastic surgeon. I’ll put my name on the line and fix you.*

The words he said were correct, but…

Somehow, he felt too wronged.

At that moment, some letters appeared in Miback’s pupils.

*-The contract with the intermediate curse spirit has been completed. You must be careful when walking if you don’t work hard to make Esther Lauder. You have to be careful even when you sleep. Make the promise with Legion your life’s work. It is best not to make promises that you cannot keep. From now on, I will be your eyes and ears. Always be careful.*

*I am an intermediate curse spirit.*

*I am with you anytime, anywhere.*

*What, what is this? These chilling phrases…*

Miback did not see the curse spirit sitting gently on his shoulder… smiling with the scythe of the Grim Reaper.