Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 327

Into Hell 1

Drayzer lowered his magical power as much as possible.

His goal wasn’t to cause bloodshed, but to enter the prison.

He didn’t want to unnecessarily harm innocent people.

He just needed to create a moderate disturbance.

Drayzer wielded the Tyrant’s Fang, channeling only a minimal amount of magic.

*콰콰콰콰콰쾅!*

Damn it!

The four-story building split in half. People clung to the fractured structure, begging for help.

“I shouldn’t use this anymore. I can’t control the power.”

The Tyrant’s Fang had options like a 10 percent increase in attack power, aura amplification, and increased critical hit chance.

It wasn’t this strong when his master picked him up and forced him into that absurd slave contract.

At that time, his skill was at the 7-star level as a Walker [a type of powerful warrior].

It was a level that could never be called weak.

However, Drayzer grew rapidly, like a lion on the hunt, experiencing unbelievable battles alongside his master.

From 7-star to 8-star.

He was at least twice as strong as he was then.

A 10 percent increase in attack power doesn’t mean a mere 30 percent increase. It increases by more than 90 percent in proportion to the mass.

The same goes for other options.

Just by holding the Tyrant’s Fang, Drayzer becomes more than twice as powerful as before.

If he maximized his magic power and injected it into the Tyrant’s Fang, this four-story building could disappear without a trace. Of course, all the guards inside would also evaporate.

That was the immeasurable power Drayzer possessed.

So, to keep it moderate, Drayzer had no choice but to minimize his power.

Yet, he still caused this much damage.

“Oof!”

Drayzer jumped up and rescued the people hanging from the cracked floor. They turned to Drayzer, said ‘Thank you,’ and then screamed in horror when they saw his face.

Drayzer frowned.

It’s not polite to scream at the face of someone who looks this manly.

“Who the hell are you!”

Skilled guards rushed in.

Mana flowed from their swords like heat haze.

Mana Blades. At least 3-star warriors. They were too skilled to be mere guards. Did they recruit free knights?

They would have been good opponents for a warm-up in the past, but now he couldn’t be bothered to deal with them.

“Who am I?”

“Tell the warden to come out.”

“What?”

“Where’s the warden here?”

“I can never tell you.”

Ugh, annoying. Why can’t they just tell me? They could just tell me and step back.

“Then I’ll find him myself.”

Drayzer moved his feet.

“으아하합! You’re not going anywhere! Step over my dead body!”

Skilled guards launched Mana Blades. The Mana Blades failed to penetrate Drayzer’s Tyrant Armor defense and disappeared into the air with a *pop*.

“헐!” [Korean slang expressing disbelief or shock]

The guards seemed dumbfounded.

He blocked the Mana Blades with his bare body. Even the most skilled knight would create a barrier by raising magic power. He just deflected them with his bare body as if nothing happened.

No, he annihilated them.

The guards looked at each other. What should we do?

“Block him with your bodies!”

The guards, prepared to die, clung to Drayzer.

Drayzer quickly withdrew his magic defense. If anyone other than a skilled person got caught in his magic defense, they would become ground beef in a grinder.

As soon as the magic defender was withdrawn, three or four guards clung to him.

He just keeps going.

Dragging.

Where is it? The warden’s office.

“Catch him. Catch that bastard! Don’t let him get to the warden!”

More guards clung to him. They grabbed Drayzer’s feet and held on. Three or four more were attached to his legs.

Still dragging.

“How can he be so strong! Hey, call more guys. Tell them to catch him quickly!”

Now dozens of guards rushed in and grabbed Drayzer. They were even waiting for their turn.

The guards grabbed and clung to Drayzer’s entire body, but they were all being dragged along.

Now there was no place left to grab on Drayzer’s body.

The remaining guards stared at Drayzer, surrounded by his colleagues, with dumbfounded expressions.

It was the first time they had ever seen such a bizarre case.

Eventually, he reached the warden’s office.

The door to the warden’s office was violently kicked open.

A middle-aged, pot-bellied man with a sword in his hand glared at Drayzer with terrifying eyes.

There was no scabbard.

Judging by his posture, he was nothing more than a washed-up knight with fat around his belly, no matter what he used to be like.

Still, he must have been good at making connections, as he was the warden of the guard.

He could dare to say that he had a successful life.

But even he had encountered the nightmare of a lifetime. He had never met anyone who had single-handedly invaded and devastated the guard before.

“Who are you!”

The warden clenched his teeth and glared at Drayzer.

The reason he came out late was not because he was trembling with fear. It was to write a will at his desk.

It was a letter left to his wife and only daughter.

He had a nightmare last night. Something with pigtails appeared and grabbed his ankle. Now that he saw it, it seemed like it wasn’t a nightmare but a premonition.

He had decided to die.

If he died while running away from here, he wouldn’t even see his pension. This was clearly an industrial accident. If his wife received a pension and industrial accident insurance money, she would be able to live well enough without him.

“Are you a terrorist?”

“Enough, enough. I’m in a hurry.”

“What?”

“Where’s the men’s room?”

“What?”

“Where’s the men’s room? Why doesn’t such a big city have public restrooms? What are they doing with all the taxes they collect?”

“What?”

“Enough. Where’s the bathroom? Does the bathroom have toilet paper?”

“…….”

Drayzer was arrested in the bathroom.

He was fitted with magic stones that controlled his wrists and ankles and transferred to Alcatraz Prison [a reference to the infamous real-world prison], where he could never walk out on his own two feet.

* * *

Legion and Silkeut watched Drayzer being arrested from a nearby cafe while drinking tea.

Fascinatingly.

The area around the guard was in chaos. Hundreds of people gathered, trembling with fear as they watched the sudden misfortune that had befallen the guard.

In particular, the public officials here were sweating so much that their whole bodies were wet.

The cry of “Where’s the men’s room?” made them tremble with fear.

In fact, a contract had been signed to install thirty public restrooms. However, public officials embezzled money from subcontractors in the middle, and only twenty were built.

This incident will definitely bring up the ‘public restroom shortage’ issue.

The public officials involved in the corruption had no choice but to turn pale.

It was too late to build ten more public restrooms now.

They couldn’t return the money they had eaten either. They had already spent it all.

They realized that their future had become uncertain.

“Drayzer has a sense for these things, after all.”

Legion said with a smile.

“Se-sense?”

“He got arrested very naturally.”

“That’s natural?”

Silkeut was dumbfounded. Where does that look like a natural arrest? Is splitting a four-story guard building in half to find a bathroom natural? No matter how you look at it, it’s an exaggeration. An extreme exaggeration.

But there was something Silkeut didn’t know.

Because of this incident, the following article appeared in the Las Vegas area newspaper the next day.

-The connection between merchants and public officials involved in the construction of public restrooms.

-Why did he shout for a bathroom at the guard?

-Why should our taxes fill their bellies!

Etc., sensational articles burst out one after another.

Thanks to that, Las Vegas was turned upside down. Public officials involved in corruption were arrested one after another.

Of course, Silkeut had no way of knowing that. He wasn’t interested either.

“Okay, let’s get up.”

“Where shall I take you?”

“Let’s go to the Grand Prix stadium.”

“Why there?”

“Why else? Let’s play some games too.”

“Is this the time to be leisurely playing games?”

“We have nothing to do now. Until Drayzer comes out with Mizsett and Mibaek. What are you going to do until then?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

Silkeut couldn’t answer. Like an otaku [a person with obsessive interests, commonly anime and manga] who hates crowded places, he had never been to such a glamorous city.

What he likes is putting on hundreds of colors of underwear on pretty idol dolls in his own secret place.

“Well, then let’s bet as much as we want.”

Legion took Silkeut to the Grand Prix stadium.

* * *

He lost 10 games in a row.

The money he lost wasn’t much, but…….

Legion had plenty of money left. But he was careful not to waste unnecessary money. In fact, he wasn’t very compatible with gambling.

“Run! Run, Cheetos!”

First of all, he can’t get excited and shout like that.

Someone said that adrenaline is secreted like crazy when you see a carriage running.

That wasn’t the case at all.

He only felt emotions like, ‘I won,’ or ‘I lost.’

So it wasn’t fun.

He thanks his parents. For not leaving him the genes for gambling.

At first glance, it seemed that some of the nobles he had seen in Lord Signal’s territory were mixed in. The nobles who had failed and fled from there had ruined all their wealth here, and their appearance had deteriorated greatly.

He didn’t care about that.

But after losing ten games in a row, he was a little angry.

It would be fun if I could manipulate these games. I should choose the side with a high probability rather than gambling.

“Hey, Shuttle.”

“Yes, boss.”

“What do I have to do to participate in this Grand Prix?”

“You can participate by writing down your business name and paying the participation fee. But it’s difficult now.”

“Why?”

“This month is the Grand Prix competition to determine the king of all carriages. Only the carriages with the highest winning rates compete.”

“So you’re saying it’s too late?”

“I don’t know the details, but I think so. As far as I know, only carriages that have won at least 5 times participate.”

“So you’re saying that only the carriages that have won more than 5 times this year will compete this month, and the final ten remaining on the last day will compete for the final victory. Right? That’s the Grand Prix competition.”

“That’s right.”

“Hmm. Good. Let’s go.”

“Go? Where?”

“We’re participating in the Grand Prix competition.”

What kind of nonsense is this? How can he suddenly participate in the Grand Prix competition?

Sigh, let’s give up. Give up.

How can I read the boss’s mind?

I guarantee it! There is only one person who can read the boss’s mind.

“Let’s go.”

Legion strode out of the stadium.

He was walking lightly, not looking like someone who had lost ten games in a row.

Even if he lost ten games, it was only 50 gold.