Chapter 142 – The Tower That Extends Underground (5)
“Mjolnir─ cheap dot-!!”
─Quarrrr!
A bolt of lightning quickly cut through the clearing.
The lightning bolt, which went 1 meter, was spread in water and scattered like persimmon vinegar. It almost felt like it had disappeared without flying away.
I was deafened for a moment by the sound of thunder that rang right in front of me.
‘Meme?’
Is it a success?
No, but it feels very different from the 〈 Ice Missile 〉 that Tirsi used. I opened my mouth awkwardly from a seated shooting position.
─Pajijijik!
Electricity left in the air sparked and then disappeared. The aftermath of 〈 bolts of lightning 〉 exploded widely like a psionic storm.
‘Did the lightning spread? Why? Didn’t put much mana into it?’
〈 Water Creation 〉 In terms of magic, it was enough mana to fill a cup.
Thunder is a phenomenon in which high-temperature lightning strikes the air. There was no way I could explode like this with my small amount of mana.
“It’s a failure.”
Said Tyrsi. I brushed my knees and got up.
“A failure?”
“Yeah. The arrow just now made a lot of noise, but the power will be low. Did I tell you? This magic circle is a barrier where electricity spreads.”
“Ah, I barely noticed. Did that happen because all the arrows’ electricity was scattered because of the barrier?”
In other words, this barrier was a complete lightning rod.
Since the electricity was scattered in all directions and absorbed into the barrier, even a little bit of mana seemed to make a loud noise. That must be the reason why she couldn’t even go 3 meters and exploded.
“As expected, you are quick to understand.”
Tirsi seemed happy that she didn’t have to say anything so painful. If this body teaches one, it must be because he is a genius who knows both.
“As you said, this is an exercise in which the energy of 〈 arrow 〉 is dissipated before it hits its target, so that the wizard himself is not hurt. I thought this barrier would be good for practice, so I prepared it.”
─Frown. Tirthy winked and snapped his finger.
“If you can fly lightning 5 meters within the barrier, you won’t get hurt or lack range due to inexperience in magic in actual combat.”
“Deliberately this… Thank you.”
He bowed his head and saluted him.
Where was the mage’s common job? I’d have to ask Tirsi to join the party, but she’s working with us and even helping me diligently!
I was so thrilled that Tirsh hit me with a hand that was about to flow.
“What. I was really surprised that the first success was so fast. Are Nords good with bows?”
“Heh. I’m sorry for betraying your expectations, but it’s not like that. I just happened to get the hang of it.”
“Whoop whoop. Aren’t you talented in magic too?”
It was Tirsi who complimented me generously. Although the reason why I succeeded in magic quickly was a little different.
‘Fuck. Military service is very helpful in my life.’
I had a lot of experience in shooting training with the K-2 dung gun, which was made a few years ago, with bullets getting stuck.
Who would have known that the company commander’s work, who received volunteers from the shooting range saying that he had to use up the remaining bullets, would be so helpful. Tyrsi clapped her hands and said.
“Anyway, all that’s left is practice, practice again! If you succeed in 1, you get 2, and if you succeed in 2, you get 3! Fighting!”
Tirsi throws clumsy punches and cheers energetically.
I think of it every time I see him, but he was a person with a big gap from the cold first impression of white hair or white skin. I bumped my fist into Tirshi’s fist.
“I will work hard as much as you helped me. Please take good care of me.”
“Yeah? Ah yes.”
As soon as I bumped my fists, Tirshi replied with a curious twist of his head.
Ah Sipal. I made a mistake. There was no such culture in this world. I must have been possessed by rappers’ hipster souls.
If someone asks, let’s assume that this is Kitai culture. I’m sorry, my hometown, I don’t even know where you are.
“But wouldn’t it be difficult to train outdoors like this when it rains?”
“There is an indoor practice field in the Wizards Guild. Since Nord is treated as a semi-guild member, it is possible to rent a room. I didn’t want to go a long way, so I borrowed this place today.”
“Is that so? I just learn from one to ten.”
“Because you don’t do that. Oh, but if you’re uncomfortable with me continuing to decline, then at least give me a bite to eat later.”
“Yeah. Now that we are members of the same party, the opportunity will come.”
“Whoops. Please take care of me.”
Tirshi raised his fist again to make sure I didn’t feel awkward.
I thanked him for that manner and lightly bumped my fists again.
***
It was an hour ago that magic practice started like that.
“Steam-iron!”
─Quarrrr!
While Ralilura was being taught by Tirsi, I practiced 〈 Lightning Arrow 〉 diligently.
And the results aren’t anything to go by.
“There was, there wasn’t.”
It was easy to shoot mana together like bullets.
The hard part is after that.
The cohesiveness of mana——in the vulgar language, it was lacking in ‘splendidness’.
She tried to increase the number of shots, concentrate and shoot for three minutes, or fuck, but she couldn’t cross the 1 meter line.
What should I say? It feels like throwing a ball of thread with two little fingers.
‘But how the fuck can a ball of thread fly far away just because it’s round?’
When I fire 〈 arrows 〉, Mana can’t stand the momentum far beyond my expectations Deshaaaaa!! While scattering
“Amy, give me some grass.”
It’s my fucking mana, why don’t you listen to me? I saw the one-meter line drawn on the floor and stamped her foot.
‘It’s meaningless even if I combine the spells.’
A technique to condense mana is needed, so what can I do by increasing her output?
That’s right, if you increase the power of the launch, it will fly far away.
However, when the size of 〈 arrow 〉 increases, I also enter the electric shock range.
It was like making a fucking squirrel use a million volts. A bowl of electric grilled yongbongtang is a snap.
Later, if you master this magic, you may be able to unleash a 100% reproducible psionic storm by combining a spell with something like 〈 summon cloud 〉, but I can’t even dream of it yet.
‘The High Templar’s path is as long and rough as that of a macho.’
The reason I made combining the spells as easy as eating a cake was because the magic was so damn simple, low-level magic.
‘It’s the same with the magic combination of Beast Return.’
It was a clever technique to connect the hose of magic to the faucet of beast return.
A chore that even Jammin, who was dragged out of YouTube, would cut for 10 seconds and return to his room!
Comparatively, the magic combination of middle rank magic that required a spell was close to fixing a broken water pipe. Damn how do I do that
People tend to look down on tech jobs for some reason, but plumbers are fucking shit. I can’t be that reassuring if they come when the capital freezes and explodes in winter.
They live in a different world from me, who screams at the regurgitation of toilet water.
‘Anyway, combining magic is very difficult.’
Because I had learned how to combine spells, I was able to mix the two spells together when I proposed to Fran.
If a guy who learned 1+1 calculates 69+74, won’t he suck it up and say he’ll screw it up? The combination of low-level magic spells was the same.
If he knew how to do it, even Lalilu, who worked hard there, would master it in no time.
‘… Swallow. I underestimated magic.’
It was so fucking easy to learn low-level magic, so I thought I had a talent for magic, but it wasn’t really like that.
‘There’s a reason wizards are treated well.’
It seems easy, but there are two kinds of jobs that pay a lot of money.
Either it’s a fucking blue ocean, or it’s ‘you should try it, you motherfucker’.
The magic industry was the latter. Fools like me who came in with an awkward mindset took 20 or 30 years to get an 8-star rating and live their lives as wizard guild members before leaving.
It felt similar to when I, who won the silver prize in the elementary school math competition, had a meltdown after seeing the alphabet in the middle school entrance exam.
If 〈 Burning Hand 〉 + Beast Return is an addition, then 〈 Lightning Arrow 〉 + 〈 Cloud Summoning 〉 is a quadratic equation.
〈 lightning arrow 〉 seems to be multiplication level.
That’s multiplication at the multiplication table level.
“Oil is five, five, twelve, five-thirty-five…”
When I realized, I was reciting the multiplication table like a monk facing an ordeal.
──Suddenly, a nightmare from elementary school came to mind.
It was during the days when I was Jammin.
The dark days of elementary school students, when it was said that children listen to words as if they were whipping the bottom of a horse with a whip, even though the father’s generation, who used to eat village papers, lost their teaching power!
At that time, we were called Choding Zerglings, that is, Chogglings, and were treated as non-conceptual alien creatures according to the StarCraft occupation period.
The masters, who had no place to hit, hit the palms of little kids who had no place to hit them with cane harvested from the mountain behind them or with a sharp weapon like that.
And during my terrible childhood, when concepts were forced into my bloodstream every day, I had to be beaten five times a day by my homeroom teacher for not being able to memorize the multiplication table.
Those fucking red glasses, as clear as a dream!
Equipped with a danso, which was extremely difficult to play, with a shrill voice, the homeroom teacher covered his forehead with a headband, repeating the same sound like a cassette tape with ramen soup splashing on it.
─Kang Buk-ho!! How many will fit!!
At first glance, it seems that we were given a choice, but we were not qualified to choose the future we wanted.
If you called out the numbers there, you could get hit by 2 to 5 times that number.
─I’ll hit the 10th…
I yielded to a tacit agreement and called ten as everyone did.
A teenager with a red frame stained with Chogling’s blood would not think that a bitch was cheating.
Funny enough, the five generations of girls were national rules. Perhaps feminism, which began to flourish in the 21st century, may have been announcing its arrival since then.
─Every time you get hit, you count.
When I declared that I would hit 10 times like that, the homeroom teacher in red glasses would simply hit and go over the 10 hits or ask and hit me hard with a wooden stick, depending on the mood of the day.
If the amount of damage per shot is not standardized, there is no meaning in determining the number of times.
Our homeroom teacher didn’t seem to know the question that could have been known even from the head of an elementary school student who was still young. Perhaps those damn red glasses were a cursed item that reduced intelligence.
Now that I think about it, there is only a vague guess that the day when the multiplication buff was applied to the power of the short swing was the menstrual cycle of that bitch.
– Pair! Damn!
Anyway, when I went back to my seat with my palms slapped like that, my daily routine was to wet my math textbook with tears while repeating the easiest and easiest to memorize multiplication table.
Cooling down, his sore palms gripping the aluminum legs of a cold chair.
Shuwaaaaa… !!
Mana rotated. The trauma of childhood melted into my mana and sublimated into a realization!
‘People can only teach others the way they know themselves.’
That was my realization.
My elementary school homeroom teacher, who raised my childhood with pain, and Tirsi were like that too. Their methods were completely opposite, and there was a difference between a deep sea fish boiled in mixed coffee and an elegant swan, but they also had something in common.
The point that the teachings are mixed with one’s own experiences or ideas!
Perhaps that is the fate of educators.
‘And——how they digest other people’s teachings also depends on that person’s outlook on life.’
There is a juvenile boy who commits rape and murder in his teens despite receiving the same compulsory education, and there is a child who carries the burden of the elderly on the subway.
‘The metaphors and explanations of people from another world don’t appeal to me.’
I am not a person from another world, and people from another world are not people from this world.
How could Britannians understand my feelings when they saw thorns fly from the enemy camp where I led the 2nd Marine Unit!
For a wanderer from another world like me, it was essential to build my own image.
—Even if you start from the same martial arts school, the destination you reach is different.
Nefertiti’s words echoed in my mind.
Isn’t martial arts and magic the same thing? No matter who influenced it, if you were a true master, you had to create your own original style.
As StarCraft 1 has been going on for 10 years, completely different tactics have been developed even with the same units!
─Corruption!
I raised my finger and used mana.
As a prickly pear sorceress, it was a luxury for me to dream of new spells or magical alterations.
I know because I am also a scholar. That if I wanted to develop original magic or arrange magic like Tirsi, I would have to work harder.
So shouldn’t I fight as a 21st century earthling!
If not at a time like this, how else would you use the imagination you gained from wasting your life on multimedia? I went into intense mode.
‘Image. It’s an image.’
To me, these electric balls are not arrows. It is a bullet.
Truly a Lightning Bullet!
How is the structure of the bullet? In a big way, it is peony, bullet, and cartridge case.
You don’t need any drugs. Because it shoots with my mana. A shot is a shot of electricity. So, all that’s left is the cartridge case.
‘Cartridge case. That’s perfect.’
It is the casing that prevents the propulsive power of the gunpowder from being wasted.
It was a use that fit like a ghost to the problem I was experiencing.
─Click.
When I thought that, I felt that the image of the mana I put into my magic formula had completely changed to bullets. I chanted the order again.
“Mana of lightning flowing through the sky. Become a single nail and pierce it. 〈 Lightning Bolt 〉.”
─Pig support.
A spherical electric ball appeared! He pointed it in front and fired.
─Pazu means!
─Quarrrr!
Unfortunately, the lightning was scattered in the middle of its flight.
Still, I wasn’t sad. Because the location where 〈 arrow 〉 thundered——was further than the 1 meter line I had drawn.
“This is it.”
I figured out all the tricks of launch and cohesion. From now on, I’ll just have to practice over and over again.
─Tok, talk.
That was when I thought so. My ears caught the sound of water droplets falling outside the barrier.
“Oh! It’s raining, senpai☆!”
Lalilura, who was wrapped in thick smoke, spoke.
At that, I also looked up at the sky. Black clouds were gathering.
“Is it a dark cloud?”
I crossed my arms at the magnificent meteorological phenomenon.
If mana and technology were supported, wouldn’t it be possible to reproduce a powerful natural phenomenon like that dark cloud with magic? It is truly a living weather report.
“Senior~? Let’s go quickly before we turn golden brown like a punished villain while practicing magic in the rain.
“Ugh. Yes.”
At the sound of Ralilura’s urging, I stopped thinking and returned to the inn.
He would have time to practice magic for a few days.
“… Whoa.”
But that night, Dana, who came back from her lab work, was looking so damn confused.
“Why is that, sister? What happened?”
Having known him for a long time, I knew the meaning of that expression. Dana was troubled by something troubling right now.
“Yes. Things got boring.”
When I asked if it was just in case, Dana said as if she was tired of the world.
“They also found it at the Auduumra Guild. The ‘relic related to the warlock’ I mentioned.”
