The Return of The Mythical Archmage [EN]: Chapter 451

The End God was calmly examining his own body.

He repeatedly clenched and opened his hands.

He also rotated his shoulders and twisted his neck from side to side.

These were actions to check his physical condition.

‘You don’t seem to be in a good mood. Is it awkward because it’s someone else’s body?’

The Black Magic King spoke mockingly, watching the End God.

‘……’

The End God didn’t even glance at the Black Magic King, focusing solely on checking his physical state.

It was as if the Black Magic King was of no importance to him.

Like it didn’t matter if an ant was crawling or a fly was buzzing in front of him.

He was only focused on what he wanted to do.

‘Why aren’t you answering? Is there something wrong with your hearing?’

The Black Magic King mocked again.

With a more unpleasant expression and tone than before.

He twisted his lips as if to say, ‘Are you still going to ignore me?’

‘……’

But the End God remained unchanged.

He still showed no reaction.

With an expression that suggested he didn’t care whether a dog was barking or a cow was mooing, he focused only on rotating his ankles and wrists.

‘Tsk.’

The End God opened his mouth for the first time.

He clicked his tongue, frowning as if something displeased him.

‘To think that after absorbing my divine artifact, you’re only this strong.’

Considering that he had started moving, this half-baked human must have used the divine artifact he had prepared.

But to have only this much power after using that divine artifact.

It was so weak it was unbelievable.

‘Ho ho. So the horn that he stabbed into his heart was indeed a divine artifact.’

The Black Magic King spoke again.

This time, it wasn’t a mocking remark but a natural question to satisfy his curiosity.

The End God turned his gaze toward the Black Magic King.

‘You. Did you personally witness this guy stabbing the horn into his heart?’

‘You kept ignoring me, but you react immediately when I mention the horn.’

‘Don’t bark uselessly and answer my question, livestock.’

The Black Magic King chuckled at the word ‘livestock.’

‘Livestock. Livestock, you say. Does that mean all humans are livestock to you?’

The End God’s eyes gleamed slightly.

‘Ho ho. You’re quite a clever livestock. It seems you possess the minimum intelligence to realize your own position.’

The End God clapped his hands.

It was a condescending clap, clearly intended to be mocking.

‘I appreciate that intelligence, so I’ll overlook the rudeness you committed just now.’

Rudeness.

It meant not answering the End God’s question earlier.

‘But there won’t be a second time.’

The holy marks engraved in the End God’s eyes glowed crimson.

‘Answer me. Did you see the owner of this body stab the horn into his heart earlier?’

The Black Magic King pondered for a moment.

Should he answer the question, or should he not?

The answer came quickly.

He seemed to have already guessed it, and it would be fine to tell the truth.

‘Yes. I saw it clearly with my own eyes. He stabbed a deformed horn into his heart.’

‘……Tsk.’

The End God frowned again.

‘To think that even after using a divine artifact, you’re in this state. It’s laughable.’

He scoffed, frowning.

His expression was one of disbelief.

‘Is this the end of the Hero God, the human god, who defeated me?’

The only nemesis the End God had ever acknowledged.

The one who made the End God experience defeat. The human god.

Even after stabbing his divine artifact into that god’s half, he hadn’t even recovered half of his original power.

How messed up must he have been to stab the divine artifact in such a state?

‘It’s unpleasant. So unpleasant that I feel like tearing off the skin of my entire body.’

It was unpleasant that such a low-grade body was his own.

It was also unpleasant that the human god who had defeated him had fallen so low.

‘Hmm.’

At that moment, the Black Magic King let out a meaningful exclamation.

The End God’s gaze turned back to the Black Magic King.

‘That exclamation just now. What does it mean?’

Until just now, he could ignore a dog barking or a cow mooing.

But not now.

Unlike before, the End God was in a very bad mood now.

Now, that guy’s noise was grating on his nerves.

‘Nothing much. It doesn’t mean anything special.’

The Black Magic King replied with a relaxed expression and gesture.

‘I thought that a god would be a different kind of being from us, but…’

The End God glared at the Black Magic King with murderous intent.

Go on, keep talking.

The End God’s eyes were saying that.

‘Looking at you, you don’t seem much different from us.’

The Black Magic King smiled as if to provoke him.

‘……Not different? Me? From you livestock?’

The End God turned his body toward the Black Magic King.

‘That’s an unbearable insult. The greatest insult in my entire divine existence.’

The End God lightly waved his hand.

As lightly as if he were trying to brush away a fly in front of him.

‘……!’

Then, the Black Magic King’s body twisted.

He hadn’t used any grand divine technique.

The End God had simply waved his hand.

‘My whole body is twisting.’

With that insignificant wave, the Black Magic King’s body was twisting like a pretzel.

The bones of his entire body were being crushed, and his organs were being squeezed.

‘There doesn’t seem to be any way to resist…’

He tried to respond somehow, but he couldn’t.

The power of the divine energy that the End God emitted was too strong.

There was no way to stop it.

‘I will inflict divine punishment for the insult you have committed.’

The Black Magic King’s body began to take the form of a sphere.

His legs and arms were bent and folded, sticking tightly to his body.

His head was also completely bent forward, touching his stomach.

Crack, crack!

Even in that state, his body continued to twist.

Soon, he would become a perfect ‘sphere.’

‘I will give the ball made from your body as a gift to the livestock that are busily moving outside.’

The End God smiled faintly.

‘Livestock are crazy about balls. They’ll be very happy to have a sturdy ball.’

To dare to upset his mood. He wouldn’t just kill this livestock.

‘What. There’s no need to be sad about dying. You won’t die.’

He would make him neither dead nor alive, and make him writhe in pain forever.

‘You will live forever as a living ball. In the new world I create, you will live for eternity as a toy for the new human race I create.’

He would cast a magic of mental preservation so that his mind wouldn’t collapse.

He would make him live forever in a state of neither death nor life, only feeling the sensation of being kicked by someone’s foot.

This was the perfect punishment for a livestock who didn’t know his place.

‘Yes. I should make the livestock outside the same as you. The rudeness you committed is too great for you alone to bear.’

The End God approached the Black Magic King as he was.

No, he approached what ‘was’ the Black Magic King.

‘Hmm. It’s a bit too big to kick.’

The End God reached out and caressed the Black Magic King’s body.

Then, he slowly infused divine power. It was to compress the body further.

That was when it happened.

‘Indeed. Is this divine power?’

The Black Magic King’s voice rang out clearly.

‘Looking at its foundation, it’s not much different from mana.’

‘You…’

The End God’s brow furrowed.

‘Why such a face? Are you so surprised that I’m talking?’

The Black Magic King’s mouth, as well as his vocal cords, were completely crushed.

There was no way he could speak.

‘Look down.’

The Black Magic King said in a rather cheerful voice.

The End God’s gaze shifted slightly downward.

‘……A mouth?’

Right below the body fixed in a sphere, a mouth protruded like a faucet.

‘Body transformation is the basis of black magic. Making a body round is nothing.’

The Black Magic King had mastered all black magic.

Using metamorphosis to make his body round was not a difficult task.

‘Is that foolish livestock committing another sin?’

The End God clicked his tongue and then brought his hand down.

With his hand in a knife-like position, as if he were going to cut the unpleasant lump of flesh in front of him in half.

He brought his hand down vertically.

Swoosh-!

The Black Magic King’s body, which had turned into a sphere, was cut in half.

The End God wasn’t satisfied with that, so this time he swung his hand horizontally.

Swoosh-!

The Black Magic King’s body, which had been cut in half, was cut in half again, becoming four pieces.

Swoosh-!

The next cut divided it in half again, making eight pieces.

Swoosh-!

Divided in half again, making 16 pieces.

And then 32 pieces.

64 pieces.

‘He’s really good at making me feel unpleasant.’

The End God’s hand was swung wildly at an invisible speed.

Accordingly, the Black Magic King’s body was divided into hundreds, thousands of pieces.

For about 10 seconds.

The Black Magic King’s body was divided into pieces as small as dust, scattered in all directions.

‘Livestock. Don’t dare to trespass into the realm of the gods.’

Immortality.

That was a realm that only gods could enter.

It was not a realm that a mere human could enter.

The existence of a human with the power of immortality could never be tolerated.

The End God frowned, shaking off the body dust that was scattered around him.

‘Ho ho. The realm of the gods, you say.’

At that moment, a voice was heard again.

‘To think that this is the realm of the gods. It’s disappointing.’

‘……’

The End God slowly turned his head to check the direction from which the voice came.

There, the mouth he had seen earlier was floating in the air.

As if dust had clumped together to form the shape of lips, the texture was like sand.

‘My disappointment is great. Did I have too much of a fantasy about the existence of a god?’

Around the mouth that had been created, pieces of flesh began to gather.

Ten, thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand.

The countless pieces of the divided body quickly gathered in one place, beginning to form their original shape.

‘If this is all there is to the realm of the gods, I might be able to take the seat of a god by the end of today.’

The pieces of flesh gathered, and the Black Magic King’s form began to take shape again.

Emotion disappeared from the End God’s face. It was an expression as if he had compressed his anger to the limit.

‘That expression. I like it very much. It’s exactly the expression I like.’

The Black Magic King mocked, looking at the End God’s expression.

For the Black Magic King, who mainly used a way of speaking that angered his opponents, the anger of a god was like heavenly sweetness.

It was very enjoyable.

‘Is it because I’ve returned to my original body after a long time? I feel good in many ways.’

Starting with the head, then the torso, arms, thighs, and legs.

The divided pieces of flesh gathered again, quickly regaining their human form.

And in an instant, the reconstruction of his body was complete.

‘Livestock. What is that body?’

The End God asked, looking at the Black Magic King’s body.

The structure of his body was completely different from before. He had become a completely different person from before.

The Black Magic King put his hands in his pockets and smiled in his usual way that made people feel unpleasant.

‘This is my original body.’

The Black Magic King, even with the shackles of the Black Tongue, was a genius among geniuses who had reached the 10th circle [highest level of magic].

Such a Black Magic King had broken free from his shackles and regained his freedom.

The current Black Magic King was, without a doubt, the strongest mage in both black and white magic.

It was no exaggeration to say that he had reached the realm of the gods.

‘The other body I had before was a kind of handicap. If your skills were much worse than I expected, it would be disappointing.’

Black mana swirled around the Black Magic King’s body.

‘Fortunately, you’re not much worse than I expected. It was a pretty good divine technique. Not bad.’

The Black Magic King clapped his hands leisurely, with a 2-3 second interval.

As if praising the struggles of a subordinate.

Very slowly, condescendingly.

‘But that’s all. It’s just not bad. It’s not that good either.’

He slowly approached the End God.

‘If I were to give it a score, it would be around 70 points. I can’t give it 80 points. The divine technique is too weak to give it 80 points.’

He stood right in front of the End God, made eye contact, and smiled.

‘Try to work harder so you can get more than 80 points next time. I’ll cheer you on.’

It was a very annoying smile.

‘……’

The End God glared at the Black Magic King with an expression like the cold of the Arctic.