Chapter 300 – Great Madness (12)
“──Gandalf came down the Rainbow Bridge!!”
It’s a situation that any Tolkynist would dream of, but in a real dream, it’s a sight that I don’t really want to see.
Why? Gandalf in that other world is exuding a tremendous sense of intimidation without saying a word.
It’s a dream, but does anyone want to meet a monster who looks like he can harvest a good number of corn with one punch? First of all, I was not a masochist who preferred such dreams.
─Such.
The soloist of the rainbow, no, Gandalf raised his hand.
I should be grateful he didn’t use a spear.
─Tooquaaaaa!!
It was because the mana I felt from Gandalf was insignificant, so the moment I lowered my estimate without knowing it, a bolt of lightning literally struck me like lightning.
“Chew mom… ?!”
I flew backwards like a soccer kick from a mammoth’s forepaw.
It was too late to turn on Beast Return. If it wasn’t a dream, it was an instant death.
Had it not been for a painless dream, and had I not kept the rune of ᚦ (Thurisaz) on to keep my sanity, an innocent forager like myself would have left for Valhalla.
They say that the more kind a person is, the sooner God will take them to heaven.
Living a good life is holding me back like this! Who knew!
“──Profit!”
Fran threw the mithril spear I had brought with me.
It was a counterattack as a last resort because I had no weapons, but Fran’s javelin, which took racial corrections to strength and dexterity, was no less than mine.
However, judging by the result, her attack was a failure. The young Gandalf had caused a gust of wind in space without even paying attention, turning the javelin’s trajectory sideways.
“What the fuck, what is that old man doing!!”
Dana screamed and ran as if trying to heal me.
Dana’s disposition to prioritize her injuries and her husband under any circumstances is admirable, but injuries mean nothing in her dreams anyway. He stopped her approach by raising her hand.
‘… Did you dare to target me first with such a prominent Adelaide?’
Am I the target
Adelaide and Veronica hardened like hamsters thrown in front of a cat. Can’t blame them In a different world of bloodline DNA supremacy, the compatibility between them and that Gandalf is the worst.
How would that be any different from asking the lord of a country estate to fight against the king?
“… You can’t just put a man to shame and ask his wives for help.”
I came to the conclusion with a great turn that was tight from the time I knelt down to the lightning one-com.
‘I fight alone.’
There’s nothing special about falling behind in a dream, but looking at the situation, it’s hard to think that it will end without incident.
This would be 100% the arrangement of the pair of Deutsche pair snow shoes.
Whiik-!
I consciously squeezed the desired image into my dream. A black hole was opened under the feet of everyone else besides me. Just like when I wake up from a dream, I could go back to reality through that road.
“——Eh?!”
“No shit, hey dude?! Nor!”
They couldn’t resist the hole that sucked them in like a black hole. My wives and Adelaide were expelled from my dreams so that they would not leave any ramifications on my mind.
Isn’t it the right of the inviter to expel the invited guest?
“… There is a women’s hall. As a man, I will look for a manhole.”
Maybe I’ll get some gourds when I wake up too, but that was me and that bastard’s problem.
Gandalf is also watching as I drive them away.
I don’t know how conscious or intelligent that bastard was, but wanting to be right meant that he was in line with the original purpose of Gandalf and his creator.
I laughed out loud while checking my mana barrel.
‘God damn it. Half of the mana ran out in 1Q, didn’t you?’
If it was me before fucking Enrir, isn’t it that I would have been half-cooked in ancient times in that first room? I spat.
“It’s as strong as Gandalf in another world.”
It’s a fucking duck. Why are you so hard against the jjorep?
That’s why the fighting game genre is screwed up. That crazy old man, after only cutting a knife in the movie, is going crazy when he turns to a lawyer.
The magic without the sun cool feels stronger than the 100,000 volts of the fake Mjolnir. It is an opponent that cannot be overlooked.
I summoned and listened to the spear while activating Beast Return.
─Shuwak!
As if that was a signal, heat rose from the feet.
Soaring heat, as if falling asleep with the electric blanket turned on at its maximum! But I didn’t avoid it. It was because of the intuition that if I tried to avoid it, it would be too late.
Added magic to Beast Return.
The green mana coating burned red. Machoseus’ flame-type form change.
Roaring—!!
The flames rising from the ground wrapped around me like a lizard’s tongue, but with 〈 Burning Hand 〉 fire resistance all over me, I barely felt the heat.
“Fire fist!!”
Punch while dodging in the sphere of flame.
As the mandala of ᛒ (Berkanan) rose, flames of mana were released. The old man pounded the ground with his cane. It is a mandala of the same ᛒ (Berkanan) as me.
─Right.
Transformation magic material transformation turned clouds into walls.
The heated clouds took in the heat. I half-opened my eyes. A number of curiosities and inferences were completed as a conclusion after dizzyingly wandering through the sea of neurons.
“You chew… You were a professor.”
Now, the mana escaped in a lump.
All I did was blaze-blazing the gun, but there was no way I could get out like this. No, is it a little too much to say a big spear? It’s about this level of skill. Value for money is excellent.
“Somebody use someone else’s mana to cast magic, you bastard.”
I figured out the meaning of the space in the dream and the identity of the enemy through the first magic contest.
Every time the old man used magic, my mana was gone. That guy is stealing my mana and using it as if it were mine.
That’s not all. If you look closely, even magic is only using what I learned.
In other words, that old man is, so to speak, my nightmare.
A nightmare created by intervening in my dreams with someone else’s magic!
‘Is it the same reason that I call Geun-Du-Woon or a car?’
This is my dream. Anything can be done as long as the imagination supports it.
But just as Veronica showed me a cabin in my dream, a proud wizard can interfere with other people’s dreams. Someone manipulated my dreams and mana to create another world, Gandalf.
‘The reason why I installed this ceremony was… It must be Odin?’
Fake Odin and fake Gandalf appeared in dreams.
However, it cannot be erased like other objects in dreams.
What would be a nightmare if you could get rid of it just because you don’t like it? That bitch would most likely disappear only if he was beaten to death with mana.
Nightmares are not dreams, but are fixed with external factors such as medicine or physical therapy.
‘That’s why I was in charge of the dream.’
It must be because I have no choice but to take the initiative to embezzle and use my mana.
In that sense, I am a kind of boss.
“I’m fed up with bastards who touch other people’s things.”
I stuck out my tongue and ran.
As long as that bastard is a being in a dream, you won’t be able to destroy it with something made in a dream.
Even if I summon a gun or missile and hit it, I’ll end up like a kid with a Power Ranger knife attacking a creditor who came to put a red ticket on me. Role-playing is nothing but trivial if the other person ignores it.
─Exactly!
The old man snapped his fingers.
A whirlwind enveloped me. As long as resistance to heat is applied, lightning, fire, and ice are a waste of mana. They are trying to beat me with the most effective combination.
‘I expected that.’
I jumped sideways while stepping on the cloud platform as if to break it. I managed to evade before the whirlwind raged. It was a speed that could not have been avoided if it had not been expected.
Is this a skill possible with my magic ability? I clicked my tongue to notice that the whirlwind was made of steam.
‘It’s similar to me when I fought Yerna in the past.’
Combining your skills to create new magic!
It is the most necessary talent for creating magic. If that old man was the Magical A.I.
The specs are the same, but it is too disadvantageous in the battle for control and mana.
If the baby drags all my mana, the mana is empty and I can’t do it!
Drinking a mana potion in a dream wouldn’t restore the mana in my body.
‘It was the right decision to bite the wives.’
If the old man had dealt with the wives’ dumplings with magic, I would have fainted from mana exhaustion. I might be able to catch the old man, but if I pass out, it’s meaningless.
─Right!
I pierced the floor and jumped out to where the old man was.
Shooting 〈 Lightning Missiles and 〉 created, he manipulated the space to close the distance. The old man flicked his finger and sent his current into the sky.
The difference in magic skills made an impression on its own.
‘Even if this is unfavorable, is it too unfavorable?’
I’m using the same character, but I can’t compare in terms of technique. Even looking at that alone would be like shit, stealing my mana and using it?
In this situation, there is only one correct answer to win.
With a much better technician than the opponent, he didn’t even have time to use mana and messed with it.
The way to do that——was at hand.
“Whoa.”
I remembered Adelaide’s words. It’s just a dream here. No matter what I do, it cannot affect reality.
So there was nothing to be afraid of.
“Fuck, I don’t know if that will happen. It’s been such a long time.”
I was dubious and put my hand on my forehead.
While closing one eye as if lowering the visor of his helmet, he poured fire into the old god’s mana. Unusual rage took over my body, discoloring the mana of Beast Return.
──It becomes.
At that time, you can use Odin’s wisdom like in Ghost City.
“… I’ve been looking for you, damn Rome.”
Transform.
While chanting like that, it was the first time I tried to enter that runaway mode with my will.
─Tup!
Someone suddenly grabbed my hand. I thought my heart was dropping. It was only then that I realized how nervous I was.
But now who’s got my arm? He squeezed his chest in surprise and rolled his eyes.
【… …】
It’s a shadow. Something with a blurry shape was holding my arm, preventing my transformation. Needless to say, it was a strange existence, but it was familiar.
I muttered in disbelief.
“… Professor Slayer?”
No fuck, why are you out there?
