Chapter 80 – Dignity of the Chief (4)

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Translated by Heavenly Cat

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Marcelo raised his mana.

“Senior Bangrit and I will assist.”

The conversation about the Quernberg Mechanical Tower.

Thanks to that, Marcelo knew that I am a Demon Hunter.

Since a demon popped out.

I guess they’re acknowledging my major here.

As for me, it was a relief.

If Marcelo or Bangrit were to step forward with their full power.

‘Won’t even the crumbs evaporate like that dust from earlier?’

Kwa-ji-jick!

The hand of a demon that appeared by tearing the space apart.

Except for the fact that it was big, its identity was still unknown.

However, I could guess its strength.

‘Naturally, it should be stronger than a Demon King.’

This was a trap.

And a trap for the Mage Tower’s Senior Mage, Bangrit, at that.

Bangrit also seemed to have realized that fact.

His mana was clearly agitated.

“Why would the Elder Mage……?”

Bangrit is probably thinking.

If he were alone.

What would have happened to him by now.

The answer to that, I, the expert, could give instead.

‘You would have either died or been possessed and had your body taken over.’

The reason Bangrit’s judgment had become clouded at the Elder Mage’s words.

There’s no mistake.

That was an abnormal status.

Could he face that kind of demon while under an abnormal status.

No matter how much it’s Bangrit, that wouldn’t be an easy task.

However, as you can see, Bangrit wasn’t alone.

“I will not permit further approach. Inferior demon.”

Me, who feels like my mouth would still float even if I drown in water.

“Bangrit, this is not the time to be lost in such thoughts.”

And because there was the Chief Mage, Marcelo.

I also raised my mana up.

And spoke shamelessly.

“Bangrit Tom.”

“I am listening.”

“I will let this battle substitute for the submission of reason.”

“A substituting submission, you mean……?”

“The regular academic conference was suspended with only your presentation remaining. Whether the Pure Magic you researched has enough value to resume the conference. Prove it in front of me, the host of this regular academic conference.”

“……!”

Right, if it’s an unavoidable pride.

I have to put it to use like this at least……!

What I was aiming for was simple.

‘Interfere with Bangrit’s mana like earlier.’

Now that [Natural Enemy] is activated.

There was no particular lack in my mana capacity.

However, everything is relative.

Because by my sides were owners of truly monster-like mana.

Moreover, I watched these monsters exchange magic.

‘They weren’t even giving their all.’

Because there was no killing intent contained in the two people’s magic.

So no matter how big that guy’s experience points are.

It meant nothing would fall to me if I just stared blankly……!

In the end, it meant I had no choice but to be wretched again this time.

Of course, there is absolutely no way such inner thoughts would show outwardly.

“Sir, who is hosting a conference for the first time, are better than me.”

To bring up the story of the conference even in this situation.

Leaving aside being bloodless and tearless.

How holding onto grudges must I look.

However, I was also prepared to become a crazier bastard than that.

But.

“……Thank you. I will definitely prove it to you.”

Bangrit’s reaction was unexpected.

I don’t know what it’s because of but.

It was good news for me.

Because Bangrit, having spoken thusly, was already manifesting magic.

Goooooo!

Right, this time magic containing killing intent.

Kwa-deu-deu-deuk!

If we were to line up magic based purely on destructive power.

The magic of Pure Magic is a magic that can be counted on one hand.

The moment interference that maximized destructive power was added to the massive mana.

A mana beam of formidable pressure stretched out toward the hand.

It was then.

Kwajick!

The hand tore off a large chunk of pieces.

It raised those pieces as if like a shield.

I could intuitively tell.

‘Leaving aside the power.’

Strictly speaking, that is a chunk of the rift.

In other words, a chunk of [『Phenomenon』].

It was a shield where completely different two concepts were combined.

In a way, the magic of Pure Magic, which can be called the purest 『Magic』, shouldn’t be able to pierce through that shield of phenomenon.

Indeed, my prediction was dead on.

Koo-goo-goong

The chunk of the rift and the mana beam collided.

The mana beam scattered and mana flew in all directions.

But what does it matter?

“Where did the initial vigor go. Trivial demon.”

To begin with, I was aiming for this situation.

“Do you really think hiding behind a shield is meaningful?”

To be exact, right after Bangrit’s magic manifestation.

The massive scattered mana!

Such I did not hesitate.

“Truly foolish.”

Immediately exploring the massive swaying mana.

Interfering through an incomparably familiar process.

Manifestation.

Then what floated up were hundreds. No, thousands of Lights.

Bangrit stuttered his words.

“……In that split second?”

Did he get surprised because I milked a basic magic like bone broth.

I cannot know the reason for that astonishment but.

What’s important is not Bangrit’s reaction.

Floating

The basic magic of Pure Magic.

The pure mana sphere, Light.

That mana sphere can be manifested as any type of magic.

Of course, depending on that interference process, the mana consumed exceeds imagination.

That is also the reason why Pure Magic focuses on relatively simple interference that maximizes only destructive power.

However.

‘I am not.’

Right, I didn’t only have 『Magic』.

Because I didn’t dig only one well.

There was a [Stat] I could put to use.

[Aesthetic : Low]

[Adds an aesthetic sense to everything.]

Hotkey, macro, or the grand skill of copy and pasting.

It’s more cumbersome compared to when not using it but.

By just pressing a single button.

Its output is [Aesthetics] that reaches several times, dozens of times more.

『Magic』 and [Stat].

This too is the fusion of two completely different concepts.

In other words, this too is [『Phenomenon』].

But no matter how outstanding that efficiency is.

The objects of interference were no less than thousands of mana spheres, Light.

Is this real.

I can feel the mana draining in real time.

At this rate, it’s not draining but…….

Isn’t it leaking profusely like a bottomless jug, this?!

“It is useless even if you rack your brain behind the shield.”

Of course, I cannot show it outwardly.

From my neck to my spine.

A stiffly erected posture.

I continued my words with an unshakable voice.

“Deciding the hunting method is also my authority.”

The hunting method means the type of magic.

That’s right.

I activated the effect of the Aesthetic stat.

And manifested different magic from each of the thousands of Lights.

What is a magic effective against that guy?

In the time I would spend pondering, it would be more efficient to just smash all the magic I have and don’t have into it. Truly, a manifestation that is so like me, incomparably ignorant.

Still, perhaps because an aesthetic sense was added.

“Indeed……!”

What unfolded was a spectacular sight that even Marcelo would admire.

Fire, Water, Ice, Lightning, Wind…….

Various attributes.

A scene where magic of all sorts of fields were mixed together.

Among them, those that took the shapes of sharp weapons.

Those that took the shapes of soldiers holding such weapons.

There were also magic that took the shapes of horses carrying such soldiers.

I gave a review on that.

“It’s still clumsy.”

The reason I spoke thusly was simple.

[Aesthetic : Low]

I mean the Aesthetic stat was still staying at ‘Low’.

Even now it’s so flashy it looks like a painting.

If it gets upgraded to ‘Mid’ or ‘High’ later on.

Just what kind of magic would I be able to manifest.

“S-Saying something like that is clumsy! Exactly which part!!”

Bangrit, who had no way of knowing the truth, almost screamed.

Because he wouldn’t know anything about the Aesthetic stat.

Well, it might look like incredibly magnificent magic.

For one, because it’s flashy, there’s a base advantage to it.

Charge

Soon, those thousands of magic surged.

What shined as expected was the aesthetic sense.

Truly, like a living, moving legion.

They turned around the chunk of the rift the hand was holding up.

And started inflicting damage on that guy.

[Exorcism Ritual] has been activated since earlier.

How would the magic infused with aesthetics look to that guy?

I don’t know well, but I could guarantee one thing.

Even more than what Bangrit is seeing.

It would look as if it’s running wild much more flashily.

Soon, a message popped up before my eyes.

[An ‘amputation’ occurs to ???.]

*

The Seven Deadly Sins, Jealousy, shouted.

“Daaaaaaamn iiiiit!!”

It hurts.

It hurts.

It hurts.

“My arm!!!”

The severed arm did not grow back.

The meaning of those words was simple.

It meant the bastard who took away this arm is a Demon Hunter.

As he realized that fact, he began to understand.

“So that’s how it wasssss!!”

The Seven Deadly Sins, Greed.

The Demon King, Decarabia.

He finally realized the reason their existences were shoved into Hell.

Right, they were done in by that bastard.

By that insolent bastard who took away his own arm a moment ago!!

That the bastard is a Demon Hunter.

He noticed that the moment they first faced each other.

Because the bastard invited him into a ritual without warning.

To dare do that to this body, who is called the Seven Deadly Sins and a Great Evil……?

To begin with, what he was aiming for was the flesh of the mage bastard but.

He thought a Demon Hunter wouldn’t be bad either.

Above all, because it seemed it would be fun.

The Holy War.

Because the expressions of the Demon Hunter bastards there were quite something to watch.

But it was strange.

From the moment he called himself, a Great Evil, into the ritual.

The bastard’s mental power shouldn’t have been able to remain intact.

“Inferior demon.”

For some reason.

The bastard was perfectly fine.

Is he struggling to resist it?

It wasn’t that, he couldn’t even feel such a sign.

“Where did the initial vigor go. Trivial demon.”

“Do you really think hiding behind a shield is meaningful?”

“Truly foolish.”

……How is this possible?

The bastard’s mental power was not shaken in the slightest.

As if that wasn’t enough, he was approaching him.

He was actually trying to hunt this body, a Seven Deadly Sins and a Great Evil!

……It’s dangerous.

Wait, me? This body is in danger?

Right, this is fear towards a natural enemy.

It was enough to awaken the sensation he had forgotten as a Great Evil.

The Seven Deadly Sin, Jealousy, thought coldly.

Right, this is an unforeseen accident.

This kind of sensation?

A Demon Hunter?

This body is a Seven Deadly Sins, a Great Evil.

If only there hadn’t been mage bastards next to him, that bastard would have been……!

It was the moment he was grinding his teeth like that.

“Deciding the hunting method is also my authority.”

A chilling voice heard.

At the same time, something was seen beyond the crack.

Floating in the air, that was a single military force.

“!”

Where in the world did that pop out from?

It was a huge legion whose numbers couldn’t be counted.

It seemed like there would be thousands, no, tens of thousands.

Soon, the legion began to surge toward him.

Suooooo

Because he was terrified, had his senses broken down.

Hot heat.

Cold chill.

Tingling electricity.

All sorts of auras started to be felt.

His broken down senses constantly warned him.

He had to dodge.

However, that charge was incomparably swift so he couldn’t dodge.

Like the magic of the mage bastards.

“Uwaaaaaaaack!!”

Colliding with something he didn’t know whether it was a legion, magic, or what.

The result of that was now.

He was running away, having lost an arm.

“Damn it! Why?”

What the hell is he as a mere human?

“For a mere humannn!!”

How.

Could he show such mental power.

Such comrades.

Such an attitude?

Jealousy started to fluctuate.

No, that wasn’t all.

Thinking that way, there was something that came to his mind.

“……No way?”

The state of the Arcana continent that had recently began to turn upside down.

The ringleader that caused it was the decisive battle weapon of the Demon Hunters.

At first, he thought it was simply the doing of the dwarf bastards.

The Akshan base was annihilated.

The Demon Hunters had been wiped out.

The only ones who could operate that decisive battle weapon.

Were the dwarven makers.

He rather thought it turned out well.

Operating that decisive battle weapon?

It meant the dwarves had popped out to the continent from their hideouts.

If he just traces their tracks, he would be able to find their hideout.

But contrary to expectation.

The tracks of the dwarves weren’t captured.

In such a situation he encountered that bastard.

The Demon Hunter.

The meaning of that was simple.

“That was also that bastard’s doing?!”

Jealousy boiled.

“For a mere humannnnn!!”

It meant the bastard came in and out of dimensions.

Freely enough to operate the decisive battle weapon.

Even himself.

No, even any Great Evil.

Could not interfere with another dimension to that extent.

“……!”

The moment he realized that fact, a chill ran down his spine.

The sensation he had briefly forgotten caught up in Jealousy.

Fear awakened again.

“Could it be that bastard is at a higher state than me?”

He couldn’t admit it but.

If he admits it…….

Everything clicked together.

The bastard’s gaze that was looking down on him from start to finish.

The battle with the bastard that his senses even struggled to keep up with.

The bastard’s whereabouts that transcended dimensions.

Lastly.

Even the warning directed at him, who was running away.

“The demon who lost his right arm. I have remembered that fact.”

The bastard is a Demon Hunter.

The right arm taken away by him can never be regenerated.

If they run into each other again.

The bastard will definitely recognize him, the one-armed demon.

And then after that……?

“Will I, will this body be shoved into Hell?”

Will my existence itself disappear like Greed too?

Thinking like that, the fear did not recede easily.

He came to roughly grasp his standing.

“……I am satisfied with this wound.”

Right, let’s be satisfied with the Arcana continent.

Let’s not even think about coming in and out of another dimension again.

At least while that Demon Hunter bastard has his eyes wide open……!!

*

[Crack of Broken Dimension]

[Recommended Level : Lv.900]

[Rift Collapse Rate : 51.2%]

The rapidly rising rift collapse rate.

In the meantime, a change also occurred in the recommended level.

[Recommended Level : Lv.900~Lv.1000]

The recommended level, no less than a thousand.

The Players each shouted.

“I can’t even make jokes about this anymore. Hyungnims!!”

“What is going on? Just what is happening inside……!”

“……Lee Ho-yeol, he’s definitely alright, right?”

Ho-yeol and the Chief Mage of the Mage Tower, Marcelo.

Hours had passed since the two men entered the rift.

Nevertheless, not only was the rift collapse rate soaring.

Even the recommended level of the rift had soared.

It was natural to be concerned.

However, as always.

The worry did not last long.

A shape swaying in the rift.

A sound heard in the ears.

Clack

Because Ho-yeol revealed his appearance.

With no scratches, of course, and not a single speck of dust on him.

It was natural for attention to be focused on such Ho-yeol.

“!!!”

However, as always.

Ho-yeol declared coldly.

“I will not take questions.”

The reason for it was incomparably concise.

“It is an internal matter.”