Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 9

# 9

Magic is Inherited by Misfortune 3

The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating Legion.

Feeling the warmth, Legion opened his eyes. He stretched his arms and legs, yawning. Rising, he sat and stared blankly out the window.

His body felt heavy.

His condition was terrible. His mind was as hazy as if filled with fog. He didn’t have a headache, but there was a strange sense of discomfort within him.

-Good morning, Master.

Good morning? Master?

-Should I just call you ‘dude’ instead?

Master is better.

-Right? It’s a pleasant morning. Full of sunshine. The sky is high and clear. Not a single cloud. Very, very refreshing.

Legion tilted his head.

It felt like that impudent AI, Mark, was rubbing his hands together and trying to flatter him. Nah, that couldn’t be.

-Is there anything you’re not comfortable with?

“I’m not feeling well. Is it the aftereffects of muscle pain?”

-Master has become incredibly strong in the past few days. Stronger than the average person. Of course, it’s inevitable that your body would be strained.

Mark said.

He could only hope that Master wouldn’t notice the abnormality in his body. With his intelligence dropping to 80 overnight, it was natural that he wouldn’t feel well.

Mark searched for animals with an intelligence of 80.

Damn it, that’s about the same level as a dolphin.

If he were human, tears would have welled up in his eyes. *Our Master’s intelligence has dropped to the level of a dolphin.* Still, it’s a relief that he can still communicate.

“I’m hungry.”

-Have a meal.

“I should.”

Legion got up. He threw on a top haphazardly. He didn’t wash his face or brush his teeth. He just scratched his butt and opened the door, heading outside.

Watching Legion, Mark wanted to tear at his hair and shout ‘Oh my God’ if he had hands. He really seemed to have lost his intelligence.

Instead of eating, Legion devoured all the silver objects in the house. More accurately, he ‘disassembled’ them, but to the servants of the mansion, it looked like he was eating them.

The rumors spread quickly. The bizarre things Legion was doing had already spread throughout the mansion.

The Lord is eating metal.

The Lord has fallen into black magic.

It’s a relief. He’s fallen into black magic that involves eating metal. Countess Bathory [a noblewoman known for bathing in the blood of virgins] in that distant kingdom used to bathe in the blood of young women. Compared to that, our Lord is much better. At least he doesn’t crave human blood.

Still, it’s a bit scary.

Legion ignored their whispers and went to the dining room. Silcott approached him with a wide smile.

“Lord, did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I slept well, but my body feels heavy.”

“It’s only natural that your body would feel heavy after such a performance yesterday. Rumor has it that you’ve become a wizard, Lord.”

“A wizard?”

“Yes, they say you taught Paring a lesson with magic. You’re truly amazing. You’ve found a new path. This Silcott has no regrets even if he dies now.”

Silcott even dabbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, looking deeply moved.

“Ah, right. I did. I used magic.”

Legion said with a dazed expression.

“That’s right. You seem to have trouble remembering?”

“I remember, but it’s strange. It’s hazy. Like it happened a long time ago.”

“Perhaps you’re just tired. I heard it was quite intense.”

“Was it?”

“Yes, it was.”

“Well, I guess so. Anyway, give me some food. I’m hungry.”

“Understood. Please sit and wait for a moment. I’ll bring it right away.”

Silcott brought a plate piled high with food.

This year is actually quite a famine. In that state, Julian, the Vice Lord, collected enormous taxes. He also raided Legion’s warehouse. He even distributed some of the remaining warehouse to the territory residents. So, there wasn’t much grain left in the mansion.

Still, he went a bit overboard today.

“Eat a lot, Lord.”

Silcott seemed to be in a very good mood.

He even hummed as he placed the food on the table. Because of the strange rumors, the maids didn’t want to approach Legion, but Silcott didn’t. He dismissed the rumors as just rumors.

He only believed what he had personally experienced.

The young Lord Silcott knew had a boldness and will that didn’t match his age.

“I’ll enjoy the meal, Silcott.”

“As much as you like.”

Silcott looked at Legion with a grandfatherly smile.

Sitting on the chair with his small stature, Legion moved the food on the plate to a tray.

“Ah, why?”

Silcott tilted his head. He soon realized why the Lord had moved the food to the tray.

Legion began to crunch and chew the metal plate, swallowing it down his throat.

“T, this.”

Silcott was horrified.

The rumors were not exaggerated but understated. He had never imagined that the Lord’s appetite would change so grotesquely.

-It’s a metal containing alkaline components. The ‘Helicobacter Pylori, Go Away’ passive skill has leveled up. It is now possible to discharge waste from places other than the anus.

…….

Huh?

Legion was speechless.

It was a disaster from the morning.

His frustration didn’t last long.

Gurgle!

A signal came from his stomach. It seemed to be six in the morning. His stomach was churning uncontrollably. Clenching his anus tightly, Legion ran to the bathroom.

He shouted.

I really hate magic!

* * *

Legion stared blankly at the sky near the stables.

He survived by getting the Super Serum… but he didn’t know if he should be happy about it.

The wizards he imagined were beings with the power of gods, spitting fire from their hands and dropping meteors from the sky. Some great wizards were said to move from space to space without portals.

But what about me?

Damn it. There was only one thing similar to other wizards. Being able to use the 1st circle attack magic, Fireball.

Everything else was too embarrassing to even call magic.

He looked at his fingers.

Being able to poop from places other than the anus? Where would he brag about that? Should he go to Paring, who harbors hatred for him, and brag? *I have this kind of magic. Do you have this kind of magic? Shall we go to the bathroom and show off our quick pooping magic!* [Sarcastic tone]

A sigh escaped him.

He felt drained. He didn’t want to lift a finger. He had lost his appetite from eating so many precious metals.

Legion stared blankly at Rohas, a worker at the mansion, and the stables. Rohas had been a servant doing odd jobs at the mansion for the past few years. Silcott used to take care of the mansion’s work, but as he got older, it became too much for him, so he hired a new young servant.

However, Rohas was not a good worker.

He was only given high marks for his consistency and diligence.

That was the case now as well. Rohas was struggling to properly repair the half-collapsed roof.

“Ouch.”

He hit his finger with the hammer.

‘That must hurt.’

Legion thought.

Rohas, holding the finger he hit with the hammer, rolled around on the floor. He seemed to be in great pain, holding his finger and opening his mouth like a goldfish.

Legion dusted off his butt and got up.

Well, I should use this brain of mine. It’s not very useful usually.

Legion approached Rohas. Rohas was still holding his finger, tears welling up in his eyes.

“L, Lord?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“W, what brings you here?”

“Just, do you just hammer that in?”

Legion pointed to the protruding nail.

The eaves were blocking the side, making it a very awkward position to hammer. If he hammered wrong, he would hit his finger like Rohas did a moment ago.

“Yes? Yes, that’s right.”

“I see.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll do it. You take a break.”

“The Lord is going to hammer?”

“It’s my major.”

“Hammering?”

“Yeah.”

Rohas looked at Legion as if he couldn’t believe it. He heard that the Lord had suddenly gone crazy.

Being crazy is one thing, but suddenly hammering?

Legion left Rohas behind and climbed onto the stables.

And-

He started hammering the nails with his head instead of a hammer.

-Iron Head experience increased by 1.

-Iron Head experience increased by 1. It is now possible to pull out nails with your teeth.

* * *

Zenon is the son of Julian, the Vice Lord.

In other words, he was Legion’s cousin. They were two years apart in age. Legion was older, but Zenon had never treated him with respect.

The relationship was extremely bad.

They would growl at each other whenever they saw each other’s faces. True to the Alexander family’s bloodline, he was 190 centimeters tall even at the age of 16 [approximately 6’3″].

He said whenever he saw Legion.

“Don’t act like a Lord in front of me, you little rat!”

Zenon hadn’t shown his face at the Lord’s mansion for nearly a year. He didn’t want to see Legion acting all high and mighty as the Lord.

The reason he suddenly appeared here was simple.

-Legion has gone mad. I need to report that fact to the central government. There will be an investigation. That way, Legion will be finished without me having to lift a finger. That’s better. I don’t have to get my hands dirty.

Zenon tilted his head as he watched Legion banging his head against the wall of the stables.

He really seemed to be crazy.

He was seeing such a sight for the first time. Banging his head against the stable wall. Was he trying to commit suicide?

But what do you know.

The roof, which had been fluttering as if it would fly away in the wind at any moment, was becoming stable. Unlike before, the stables were being repaired quite neatly.

He was repairing it with his head without using any tools.

So Zenon doubted his eyes. Such powerful martial arts. It was a realm that he couldn’t even dream of with ordinary training. He heard that he even used magic, so what was the truth?

“Hey, shorty.”

Zenon decided to ask directly.

At the sound of ‘shorty,’ Legion, who was hammering the last nail with his forehead, looked at Zenon. He had seen that bastard somewhere. Seeing that guy suddenly made him feel worse.

“Who are you?”

“Who am I? You must really be crazy. You don’t recognize me? I’m your cousin Zenon. Zenon. You little shorty.”

“Zenon? Ah, that Zenon.”

*He seemed to be a little over 170 centimeters tall when I saw him last year, but when did he get so big?* As expected, the Alexander family’s bloodline is scary. Damn it, why am I only 150 centimeters tall? Am I an adopted son?

Legion’s mood deteriorated rapidly when he saw Zenon.

He climbed down the ladder.

Zenon leaned on one leg, grinning and looking at Legion. He pointed to his head with his finger and spun it around.

“I heard you’ve gone crazy?”

Legion shook his head from side to side.

His neck bones cracked. He walked straight towards Zenon. With quick, purposeful strides.

Zenon was nearly 40 centimeters taller than Legion.

It was like looking at an adult and a child. Even though he was young, the overwhelming height gave him a considerable sense of intimidation. Knowing how great his body was, Zenon was never intimidated by Legion.

*What are you going to do if you come closer?*

Legion didn’t say anything. He just jumped and headbutted Zenon in the nose.

It was Legion’s Iron Head, which had leveled up a whopping 20 times.

It could be said that it was now harder than diamond. Ordinary swords couldn’t even make a scratch on Legion’s head. The same goes for hammering it.

That hard head struck Zenon’s face.

Bang!

Zenon received the biggest shock of his life. It was a pain as if he had jumped off the roof of a building and collided with the ground face first!

It was a pain that seemed to release all the knowledge he had accumulated so far all at once.

Zenon, who had received a tremendous shock, fell on his butt. He didn’t even think about wiping the blood streaming down his face and looked at Legion.

“Y, y, you little shorty.”

“Yeah, you son of a bitch. I was already in a shitty mood, and you just walked right into it.”

Legion climbed onto Zenon’s stomach-

And began to continuously headbutt him.