Chapter 132 – A Hero Loved by a Goddess, a Villain Chosen by a Foreign God (1)
Magical Land, Magistos.
A kingdom with the most developed magic and the most integrated into society than anywhere else in Attifia, where all its people are said to have basically mastered at least one magic. However, unlike the name ‘Kingdom’, in fact, Magistos does not officially have a king. Just, until the king appears, there is only the chief who leads the country on his behalf. However, remnants of the long-gone monarchy remained in the Magistos, and they themselves volunteered to be citizens of a kingdom rather than a democracy.
The current leader of Magistos, Eleista, was currently in a big trouble.
“Hmm… What should I do?”
Alone in his own office, with no other opponents, nuzzling the pieces on his chessboard with his fingers, he was lost in other thoughts.
Just a few weeks ago, at a gathering of representatives from the seven most influential cities in Atipia to discuss the future, Eleista told the other participants in the meeting the story of a prisoner imprisoned at the bottom of Skyron’s cage. Did. A story about a man who wields special powers that are neither magic nor divine powers.
A man who gave those who had no luck, talent, or money to the limit, a strong ability to easily overwhelm quite a bit of magic, authority, and weapons. Justia, the goddess of justice, warned her that he was dangerous, but when he met her, he was a more ordinary man than she thought, except for the one with that unusual power.
Even when the prison director of Break Wing explained that he had a special power, I wondered how special it would be. Mages are mystical seekers, and their leader, Eleista, is a wise man who has uncovered all mysteries and understood their principles.
As expected, the power the man possessed was the power Eleista knew. But at the same time, it was an unknown force.
Review. That’s the power of images. It was a theory advocated by a scholar who argued that there are infinite possibilities in the human mind, but it was ignored and forgotten as a mere theory of nature.
However, before being selected as the head of Magistos, Eleista, a magician close to an ‘adventurer’ who traveled the world and pursued and explored various mysteries rather than simply shutting herself in a closet and researching, ignored the scholar’s deliberative theory. Did not do it.
In fact, he had seen many times how humans achieved achievements that transcended their limits with strong will, so he believed that the scholarly ‘deliberation’ actually existed. It’s just that we haven’t yet been able to figure out what structure and how it works.
However, the bizarre trick that the prisoner confined on the lowest floor of the cage showed was using that deliberation.
Power of mind. It exerts physical force on reality just by wishing for it. It sounds really comfortable and good just by listening to it, but in reality it’s not. For an easy-to-understand example… Shall we say ‘fuel efficiency is bad’?
Assuming that 100 mental power is required to perform an act A with the power of will, 20 magical power and 1 mental power are consumed if the same task is replaced with magical power. Will can be used by those who have no aptitude for magic because it does not consume mana, but since it consumes more mental stamina than when using magic, the number of uses itself is greatly limited.
It’s good in theory, but in practice, it’s just a power. That was the review.
However, the power that Eleista saw that day was different. Even a seasoned swordsman with an S rank in combat power can’t handle Incarnation, and even if he could, it would be all he could do to lift a fallen sword 5cm off the ground without using his hands, consuming the mental energy to defeat 100 enemies.
The minions with combat power rank C or lower lightly slaughtered monsters with power that could never be defeated even with dozens of people gathered. Even Eleister treated the incarnation as if it were his own.
And the only being capable of handling that level of sophisticated and powerful deliberations is probably the only man who is one of the representatives of the seven cities and the strongest in name and reality.
So, Elle Star had no choice but to propose the release of the prisoner in the company of his representatives. To find out how an inefficient deliberation was restructured into such a highly practical form.
Like a sorcerer, a seeker of mysteries, he wanted to understand the man’s power by analyzing and dissecting it.
However, because of the prophecy of Justia, the goddess of justice, he could not move recklessly. This world, Atipia, is a huge world created by many gods, so it tends to rely on the power of the gods more than the general world, and the presence of gods is clearer and has a greater influence.
In particular, Justia, the goddess of justice, has a level of influence that cannot be ignored compared to her actual power. Was hard to ignore.
Eleista avoided the gaze of others and tried to have a personal meeting with the man. As soon as the man was released, he headed to the underground city of Landfill. It was a place where all kinds of illegal things came and went, so there was no better place to have a personal and private meeting. So, Elle Star quickly took care of the national affairs that had to be dealt with urgently right now, and left less important matters to his disciples, and then went straight to Land Phil.
…Until the manager of Metaverse City and the King of Gold suddenly cooperated to put pressure on Magistos.
“Akawiki guy is always like that, so even if you say that, even the golden king who was friendly until a few days ago suddenly takes a hostile stance like this? Someone must have intervened.”
The golden king’s principle of action is simple. Always consider only the best interests. He is richer than anyone else, but he always chooses the path that brings the most profit.
The fact that he forgoes the benefits of his regular dealings with the Magistos and adopts such a radically hostile attitude means that his actions will outweigh the losses.
“Is that man the target, or… It means that the man is behind him.”
Was the man who was the prisoner in the cage the target? Certainly, if he uses his power, great benefits will follow. But, then he wouldn’t have joined hands with Aka Wiki. It has nothing to do with his talent and is a powerful ability that can be obtained without money. Aka Wiki, which used to export state-of-the-art weapon sales, should immediately remove such insecurity that threatens its business.
In the end, there is only one answer.
“Guild Master Jeong Si-woo… What the hell is your purpose? What are you aiming for?”
Eleista tapped the king of the red chess piece on the chessboard between the white and black chess pieces with her finger, and was overcome with anguish that would not be resolved.
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‘The Last Drink’.
Located in the central district of Landfeel, this pub is not very large, but it is the highest-grossing bar. Of course, the reason is simply because of the sad reason that there is nothing to compete with. Since it is the only place in Landfill that handles proper alcoholic beverages brought in from outside, the residents of Landfill do not go through a proper process, so the alcohol is unnecessarily high, but the taste is no different from rotten wastewater. Even if I would rather spend money than drink, I had no choice but to drink the right thing in the last cup. Of course, there are only two types of people who can afford to buy alcohol.
Belong to one of the five organizations that lead Landfill, or be a wealthy outsider.
The door opens with a jingle, a jingle, and a bell rings, and the eyes of those who sip their throats with small glasses, play cards at the table in the corner, or laugh and chat about each other’s exploits spill over to the new guest. The customer who stepped into the last drink was a stranger wearing a dull dark gray poncho that was pulled down to hide his face, and who seemed to be advertising ‘I am a suspicious person’. Due to the worst internal environment, Landfill inevitably had to rely on external support, and to them, people from the outside were forced to pay attention.
Calmly ignoring the stares directed at him, the customer walked straight to the bartender.
“Looking at your face covered, you don’t seem to be from here. What are you looking for?”
To the polite question of the bartender with a very nice beard, the stranger wearing a poncho answered in a voice that seemed to have been deliberately altered.
“We’re looking for someone who came to this landfill a few weeks ago. I hear they call him… ‘Sir’ here.”
Rumble, thump.
The atmosphere in the bar was stirred by the single word ‘teacher’ that came out of the mouth of a stranger. Some looked suspicious, some pursed their lips in nervousness, and some blushed as if they were about to scream. Among the guests who responded to his words, there was not a single one who welcomed the stranger who was looking for ‘Teacher’. And…
“Ibosho, stranger. What are you looking for ‘teacher’ for?”
The bartender, who at first treated him in a kind tone, also asked him in a voice mixed with a bit of displeasure.
“If the ‘teacher’ you are looking for is the same person we think of, don’t you know that the news that someone from outside is looking for him out of nowhere won’t sound good to us, the locals? “
“You’re not wrong.”
Her man stretched out her right hand at her own waist, and her poncho lifted, revealing a dark-blue steel sword shimmering in a faint light.
“Of course, that doesn’t mean you need to see blood. I just need the information you know.”
“…What is the purpose of your search for ‘Teacher’, please state that first. If you are looking for him for a bad purpose, we have no reason to tell you where he is…”
Clap.
Her man placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, and the cool metallic sound resonated particularly loudly in the bar, where her silence lingered. It was clearly intended to threaten, and no one in this place did not know what the man’s actions meant. She felt the hostility of the men around her toward herself grow stronger, and she asked again in a calm tone.
“I won’t say it twice. Just tell me where to go to meet the ‘teacher’. I’ll meet him and share the details.”
“This bastard…”
Although several of the customers, who were irritated by the man’s rude attitude, spewed hostility toward him.
“Okay, everybody calm down.”
At the calm words of a man who was playing cards with several opponents in the corner of the table, the customers who were showing hostility towards the stranger all at once put off their fighting spirit. And the stranger turned his gaze to the man who calmed them down with a word. He’s seemingly, an ordinary guy with nothing really special. Except for the strangely noble feeling he had when he kept his mouth shut, he was the kind of person you’d find anywhere. The stranger strode over to the table where the man was sitting, said ‘Excuse me for a moment’, and sat down in the empty seat across from him.
“Are you the famous ‘Teacher’?”
“Well, it’s not a nickname that I like very much. But other than that, there’s no proper expression, so for now, everyone calls me that. So… Who are you who came to visit me and where do you live?”
“Before that, I would like your companions to move away for a moment.”
“Hmm… What if you don’t like it?”
She thought about threatening the man again, but unlike the other two at the table, she gave up her mind when she saw his eyes as he shuffled the cards leisurely as if he didn’t care. Those eyes… Are the eyes of one who has no fear of death. Since halfway threats to take one’s life away from such people do not work, it would be an unwise attitude to further lower the chances of the other party cooperating with meaningless actions. The man let out a sigh and lifted the front of her poncho slightly, exposing his bare face.
The man who visited her teacher was a young, pretty young man who didn’t seem to have a big age gap with her teacher. However, she was different from the young man’s eyes. She said that if the teacher’s eyes were a fire that burned softly and eternally without fear of being extinguished, then the stranger’s eyes were the silent sea of the dark night. Contrary to what she looked like on the outside, those dark blue eyes that had been calmly sunk in countless years could not hide a strangely creepy feeling to the viewer.
Her man’s dark blue eyes scattered her teacher. And…
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{Skill [Analysis] Activated: View opponent’s information.}
{Skill [Blur]: Unable to analyze detailed information by others who have not met the conditions. Requirements: Ancient Knowledge LV 5 or higher}
{Skill [Distortion of Fate] Activated = ‘Failure’ of skill [Search] -〉 Modify the result to ‘Success’, success rate 10%}
{Skill [Heavenly Fortune] Activated. Skill [Distortion of Fate] Success rate change 10%-〉100%}
{Skill [Distortion of Fate] Success. [Blur] Effect nullified, [Analysis] Activated normally. View the opponent’s information.}
Name: [Ragna Armageddon]
Age: 20+?
Gender: male
Alignment: Chaos, Evil
Magic: [Ancient Magic (R)]
Protection: [Common Language (N)], [Blurred (E)], [Ah, madness. My old friend (L)], [Ancient Knowledge Lv 5 (E)]…
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{ERROR}
{ERROR}
{ERROR}
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Paper weave. A tingling spark flew, and her man closed her eyes in an unpleasant recoil. With the power she received from her god, she tried to break through the power of the god protecting him and grasp his information, but with an unexpected and unknown error, the information she had opened at best was locked up.
He tried again to dig up the information, but he just couldn’t. If the lock just before was an old-fashioned lock that required three nine numbers to be matched, the current lock was to match a password that had no idea how many digits it had, including all letters and numbers.
At this level, it is absolutely impossible to dig up information with human power borrowed from the power of God. In order to break through that protection and grasp his information, the god himself, not the human who borrowed the power of the god, must come to him himself. That’s why the man had no choice but to give up the attempt to secretly dig up information about ‘Teacher’. Even the information they had gleaned was only a rough guess, and none of the really important confidential information had been mined, so there was little practical gain.
“Geez, is it really okay to dig up other people’s personal information without permission these days?”
“I thought it wouldn’t be easy, but it’s more than expected. Apparently, the god who sent you to this world cares about you more than I thought.”
“I don’t think you’re talking about it. I don’t know who it is… The fact that you broke through this and looked at my information a little doesn’t mean you’re not an ordinary stranger.”
Is it unreasonable to see each other more than this? It seemed that I was trying to get information a little more comfortably, but it seemed that I had developed a sense of resistance. I’d rather use coercive means… No, no. If the other side resists with force first, there is nothing impossible, but unless it is, there is nothing good to use force first.
If you use your strength in a place like this, you will soon be known elsewhere, so it is not worth visiting in secret, even hiding all of your tracks. If it became known that he had appeared in Landfill, it would have given Eleista an excuse to attract other representatives to his side and create a hostile structure, so there was nothing better to attract attention than this, so the man sighed and removed himself. Power off
“I can’t reveal my exact identity right now… But for now, I’ll just say that I came from the Desperado adventurer’s guild.”
“Seriously, it takes a long time to bring out one thing. So, what is the purpose? What did you come to see me for?”
The man called ‘teacher’ asked for the main topic in a nervous tone, and her man also decided to respond.
“To put it simply… The power you have. The guild needs detailed information about that power, so we ask you to come to Desperado yourself. Of course, we are not asking for free. The information is quite valuable now, so reward accordingly…”
“In a word, tell me to come to Desperado?”
And the pun in front of ‘teacher’ did not work. He immediately uncovered the hidden meaning of his own words, and then let out a deep sigh.
“Even though I’m weaker than you, I tried not to be rude… Isn’t this a little over the line?”
Isn’t that rude enough now? Before such a man’s thoughts could come out into words, the teacher distorted his face and spat out in a ferocious tone that seemed to bite him at any moment.
“If the person you regret comes directly, it won’t be enough, so go see someone and go.
The man couldn’t help but hide that his face hardened at that attitude that was so rude that he couldn’t even think of a word of rebuttal.
