Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Eat Some Candy!
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“Kyaa~!”
The transparent, crystal-clear cobalt waves of the Mediterranean flowing beneath the resort.
Having changed into cool floral shorts and sitting on a long chair in the shade, sipping tropical fresh fruit juice.
Thanks to Teacher Wang, whose sanity had fled at the sight of the sea, things had gotten a bit rowdy for a moment, but soon enough, we each claimed a room at the resort with kids who suited our vibes.
Then we enjoyed a Mediterranean seafood feast for lunch and welcomed a leisurely afternoon.
‘This is what youthful indulgence is all about. What’s there to envy?’
The ideal vacation I’d dreamed of even in my sleep.
Under the hot but non-sticky sunlight, facing a sea so blue it hurt to look at, surrounded by the world’s beauties, enjoying the prime of youth.
I had so much money it was rotting away, but I didn’t envy my master at all, holed up in the underground magic tower cackling at the TV.
So what if he was an 8th Circle mage?
I didn’t envy him one bit.
Not when he’d spent his stormy youth—the flower chariot of life—obsessed with magic without ever riding it.
“Hohoho!”
“Kyahahaha! S-stop it!”
‘Heh heh, everyone’s headed to the pool.’
As expected of a 6-star hotel, the facilities rivaled the world’s best.
Spa, sauna, pool, buffet, restaurant, bar, yoga, fitness center, library—nothing was missing.
Plus unlimited access to everything.
The kids, full of youthful energy, skipped rest after lunch, changed into swimsuits, and flocked to the pool.
‘Shall I go too?’
For some reason, Marso had prepared a suite room just for me.
‘Ye-rin’s probably there. And... this teacher too. Heh heh heh.’
The artistic bodies of those two women made my heart race just thinking about them.
Gulping dryly, I headed to the outdoor pool.
“Hyuk~!”
‘Eek!’
A nasal feminine voice calling me as I headed to the pool.
‘Ugh! Is that a human body?’
Her slender S-line rivaled Venus in marble—no one would object even if called selfishly perfect.
Breasts of absolute abundance, so grand even a dairy cow would weep in reverence, barely covered by two thin white straps over the vital spots. Below her porcelain skin, a waist so narrow it was heartbreaking just to look at, like an ant’s cousin.
Then those endlessly long, highway-straight legs, and a swimsuit bottom tied with straps too scant to call panties.
‘Big Sister Marso, why make this youth fall into demonic temptation!’
Even a Daoist on the verge of enlightenment after thirty years of meditation would be tempted by a drink of makgeolli at the sight of Marso, reborn as the goddess of perfect beauty.
The enigmatic smile on her lips was dousing my blazing heart with gasoline from a machine gun.
“H-ha ha, Marso.”
I forced an awkward smile, my eyes darting busily.
“Hyuk, are you free tonight?”
“Y-yes? Tonight?”
‘Sister, why say that. Ugh, I have time to spare.’
“Well... we’ve got the campfire with the kids, and...”
My words came out half-refusing, against my heart.
If Marso showed up like this tonight, I wasn’t confident.
I was a full-grown wild leopard ready to leave the nest.
“Hoho, I’ll wait. All night if I have to...”
Leaving those words heavy with implication, Marso winked.
‘My heart’s gonna explode. Ah...’
Even without that, her Sophie Marceau-like beauty made my heart pound every time, but Marso was blatantly seducing me.
‘Ugh! What’s with that tempting ass!’
Marso’s backside as she walked to the beach after the wink.
Her bursting, plump cheeks jiggled with each step, making my face twitch in sync.
‘East sea’s waters and Mt. Baekdu’s peaks dry and wear away...’
And so I sang the national anthem.
Any male worth his salt knows nothing cools a hot heart like the anthem.
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“Hoho, it’s so refreshing!”
“This is too good! So good I could die!”
The Mediterranean breeze rustled the long palm fronds, tickling them as it passed, while nymphs lounging under the trees played in the water, oblivious to any woodcutter’s visit.
‘Hye-jin has that body! Oh, and that glow from Ju-hee!’
Honestly, besides Ye-rin and Teacher Lee Ji-hye, I hadn’t expected much from our class girls.
But a few splashing like freshly caught mermaids were more than enough to delight me.
‘As expected!’
Nodding, I spotted two women defying my expectations.
Lying side by side on a long chair, enjoying the sun, close enough to have bonded quickly.
About ten meters away.
No need for Magic Eye; I could store every detail in my head.
‘K-kills it.’
Like that Moroccan guy on that newlywed show saying “Kills it” every time he saw his wife Song Dam-bi.
A delicious exclamation of admiration.
For women who pleased the eyes endlessly and heated the soul.
Slenderer than Marso, but for their soft silhouettes, lying with legs slightly bent, only one word fit.
‘Kills it.’
If Marso was Angelina Jolie-esque foreign curves, these two were slightly slimmer but perfectly proportioned Eastern beauties, eight heads tall, proving Oriental allure.
Heart patients might drop dead.
‘My choice was spot on!’
Travel’s purpose: blow away body and mind fatigue.
An impromptu trip to crush Hwang Sung-taek, but the choice was brilliant.
Hunt the pheasant, get the egg—killing two birds with one stone.
“Hyuk-ah, whatcha doing?”
‘Huh?’
A familiar voice from behind.
A bad premonition made me turn slightly.
“Eek!”
‘My god! Lord!’
Like strolling the beach with your love, only to get bird shit in your eye.
Embarrassed, nowhere to look.
“W-why? Did something get on you?”
Teacher Wang, startled by my rare scream.
After frolicking by the sea, her caked makeup had melted off, revealing her bare face.
‘Ugh, Lord! Why this trial!’
The anthem a hundred times over wasn’t enough; a crude ice spell froze my heart at the sight.
Beautiful memories of Marso, Ye-rin, Teacher Lee Ji-hye formatted like a virus.
Not even five-and-a-half heads tall, cheap proportions.
Long hair? No expectations. But seaweed-clumped, frizzy, doughy mess from beachcombing.
Her bare face beneath was horrifying.
At school, it wasn’t this bad. She had some conscience, caking makeup daily to be somewhat tolerable.
But under the blazing Mediterranean sun, her face—exaggerating a bit—made me want to gouge out my eyes and rinse them.
‘Where’d her eyebrows go? And what’s that rice paddy?’
I thought the legend of a husband screaming on honeymoon, asking where his wife was after her bath, was myth.
Teacher Wang’s face was that shocking, shattering my illusions about women, sending them emigrating to Africa.
‘Lord, why grant happiness and misery at once?’
No kids yet, but an ET-cousin-level potbelly brazenly over her swimsuit, striking a seductive(?) pose.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
More would cause irreparable mental damage; I couldn’t attend school.
“Hyuk-ah, what’s wrong? You sick?”
‘Eek!’
No answer, eyes shut—felt a black demon hand to my forehead.
‘Can’t let it happen! My purity!’
Warmth pressing close snapped me alert.
“Ah! H-hot!”
Tadak!
At the crisis of her hand touching me, I spun and dove into the pool.
Pushing away the surging shit-stained magic formulas...
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“Huh? Wh-what’s this?”
The otherworldly archmage Idal, bored sending his disciple home and wasting time watching idiot boxes worldwide.
Checking the underground magic circle for issues after ages, he stammered in shock.
“The mana’s gonna blow! It’s blowing!”
He’d thought it’d hold at least a year while his talented disciple learned magic.
But the dimensional transfer circle’s mana surged wildly.
The massive mana gathered for dimension travel—if it blew, the tower and hundreds of kilometers around would be a sea of fire.
“Hyuk-ah, sorry. You were having fun... Boo hoo! Never forget your master’s love.”
All Hyuk’s card use and daily life reported to mage Idal.
Amazed at his disciple’s adaptation, gobbling handouts like his own.
Earth money cycled endlessly; even billions daily wouldn’t dent it.
But a young kid flashing hundreds, thousands, now tens of millions to halfwits—infuriating.
Ask the group’s female staff for master news? Disciple seemed to have erased his master entirely.
Unaware the pleasure’s price, disciple reveled.
“Lalala~ So fun~ Heh heh heh.”
Idal’s gut ached watching his disciple live the regret-free youth he’d missed.
Each mana twitch soothed century-old heartburn.
“Play~ Play~ Play while young~ Old age can’t~”
Humming a song from decades-ago Korea trip, evoking his regretful youth, Idal bustled.
Blessing his ungrateful disciple’s future.
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“We can’t go to Donakuli Island. It’s already booked by guests... Hng!”
Pilot Reiban, ferrying VIPs to Nikani Resort on Donakuli Island in the Maldives, froze at the gun to his chest.
“Don’t wanna hear your heart get hole-punched? Take off. No repeats.”
“U-understood.”
Three Asians suddenly demanding Nikani Resort.
Their fishy stench screamed no ordinary thugs.
Especially the forehead-scarred one—chilling aura silenced him.
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“Hyuk-ah, so beautiful!”
They say don’t speak of sunsets without seeing the Mediterranean’s.
Blue coral reefs asleep, emerald sea dusted with time’s magic powder turned ruby under red sun.
Against that crimson sunset and sea, Ye-rin casually held my hand tight; I savored her warmth strolling with an angel on white sand.
‘Ye-rin-ah, you’re beautiful, I’m breathless.’
Thanks to Teacher Wang, diving into the pool, I dragged resting Ye-rin and Teacher Lee for fun.
Water play excuse let my hands roam their smooth skin freely.
Then evening came.
Kids exhausted from hours of splashing retired to rooms; at my beach walk request, Ye-rin smiled and joined.
“Like a dream. Feels like the honeymoon I dreamed of since puberty.”
‘H-honeymoon!’
Heart galloped like a mad colt at the word.
What’s honeymoon? First night, short yet long, with love.
Evening in beautiful spot.
Wine like heated blood, sweet gazes.
Then fateful hour.
These days skip to envelope cash, but ruin lifetime honeymoon with such vulgarity?
“Hyuk... having you beside me... makes it better.”
‘Ugh! Ye-rin-ah!’
Tears must be for times like this.
Confession from kind-hearted angel beauty fearless of world.
No one to envy now.
Gulp.
Steps halted unnoticed.
Against splashing sunset half in sea, we gazed into eyes.
“Ye-rin... ah.”
“Y-yeah.”
No need to teach; I knew.
Gently drew her held hand to my chest with both.
“Missed you.”
“...?”
Her big obsidian eyes blinked at sudden words.
“You know? You’re someone I miss even seeing.”
“...”
Smooth combo of oil, butter, sesame—slick words even surprised me.
Ye-rin’s cheeks warmed to apple-red sunset.
“Ye-rin... ah.”
Whispered angel’s name.
Breaths roughening.
Slowly my face magnet-pulled to hers.
No—lips drawn to her red ones like Dracula craving blood.
‘Mommy!’
First kiss imagined 17 years.
Sharp poem’s cherished grave memory.
Ye-rin’s eyes closed, lashes trembling—silent yes.
Heart thrashed like laundry bat.
‘Just a bit more... just!’
Soldier’s rough breath seizing hill.
Cherry-plump lips centimeters away.
Shut eyes, push—game over.
‘Th-this...’
Thrill through joyous body.
‘Of all times!’
Mom and girlfriend drowning dilemma; body shuddered.
Rice done, just spoon in—but enlightenment hit.
3rd Circle not mastered, yet joy/expectation gifted 4th Circle insight.
Master said circle walls harder than naked Everest—mine nonexistent.
Heart twitched; circle broke new barrier.
But choose: pursue elusive insight into mana realm, or burn time with Ye-rin?
‘Such cruelty!!’
Not instant; Ye-rin sensed oddity.
Her hand cooling.
‘Screw it!’
Decided; pressed lips to hers.
Smack!
Clear, crisp kiss.
“Y-Ye-rin-ah, sorry.”
To startled Ye-rin at lip feel, apologized and fled without looking back.
Tadak!
Ran blindly.
‘Damn mage fate!’
Chose: mage insight over smooth future with Ye-rin.
‘Boo hoo...’
Tears blurred.
But no stop.
Insight fleeting imp gift.
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Whirrr.
‘Huh!’
To seize insight, entered darkening woods.
Not 3rd—reaching 4th Circle.
Mana multiplication law: intense wave on 4th attainment.
Quiet woods, lotus position, master’s breathing drew mana; chest circle surged.
Unlike 3rd—overwhelming.
Upper/lower dantian mana synced; new circle felt heart-shattering.
‘Ugh! Endure!’
Heard pain disrupts mana, crippling mages mid-formation.
Grimaced, circulated per breathing method.
‘Ah!’
Suddenly, universe-expansion; heart circle swelled.
Snake shedding for bigger body—unadapted 3rd expanded whole body.
Whirr, whirrr.
Then—not heart-condensing—waist-belt forming!
‘What’s this!’
Master could explain unheard phenomenon—shocked.
‘Right. Master said my mana breathing novel.’
Daoist’s Taoist inner method fused with his mana breathing—new creation.
Master clueless.
‘Is this okay?’
Pain gone, peace/confusion.
Not heart—Saturn-ring four vivid waist circles—bewildering.
‘Am I really 4th Circle?’
Doubt.
Fancy position might cause self-explosion mid-cast.
‘Test light 1st Circle...’
Bridge-collapse caution; incantationless 1st Circle.
“Light!”
Fwoosh!
“Ooh! Perfect!”
Light spell like searchlight—fainter mana drain than 3rd, stable.
“Then...”
Curious—bonus power of 4th Circle.
“Fire Ball!”
Mind image, will, circle/earth mana merge.
Roooarrrrr.
“Ooooooh!!”
Five meters off—bicycle-wheel-sized red fireball floated.
Not full power—my biggest yet.
‘Heh, wild boar grandpa no fear! Muahaha!’
Mage joy: this.
Solo happiness now, fine.
Months ago ignorant brat—now 4th Circle achievement.
Untradeable ecstasy.
‘...Did Ye-rin leave?’
Red lips flashed.
4th attainment amplified regret.
‘Right, miss chance once. Ye-rin always near; gone insight never returns!’
No grit, no standing piss.
Self-consolation amid regret.
‘Next... heh heh!’
4th Circle: attacks, defenses, daily spells.
Untried, but master’s tweak—head buzzing 4th formulas fistfighting to emerge.
‘Sleep, heh heh, plus Binding. Heh heh.’
Sudden lewd intergender magic fantasies.
‘No. Losers think petty.’
Shook head, banished unmanly magic.
‘Weird. Why Sleep/Binding/Silence/hold combos on girls? Never tried?’
Unfamiliar combos—unimagined formulas chaining on girl-thoughts.
Implanted memory-like.
‘I’m no pervert thug master!’
200-year-old master’s rejuvenation dream face with work-magic.
‘Ugh, salt sprinkle needed.’
Forgave for money, but spine chills.
Feels watched.
‘Return: shaman exorcism. Goosebumps on recall.’
Gandalf-like kind face hid mega-perv, psycho, violent thug master.
Shiver at thought.
‘Heh, night already?’
Shook master-thoughts; plump hotteok moon floated lonely sky.
‘Marso... really waiting?’
Day scene: god-blessed overflowing/entering body, hot gaze.
‘Why so fun~! Play~ Play~ young play~ old like master can’t~’
Whistled auto.
‘Fly! Yes, test fly!’
Review key as preview.
Activated circle for 4th Fly.
Core: mana/will.
Formulas/physics for circles/experiments.
‘Lalala~’
Mind laws.
Weird waist circles, but fine—concentrated happily.
‘Huh? Wh-what?’
Mana active, link chant to air/my mana—
Sudden unfamiliar aura bushes beyond.
‘K-killing intent?’
Like wild boar charging—prickly tension aura.
‘Two—no, three? Why me?’
Past: ignore. Now ominous stickiness tensed body.
Master: mana brings changes.
‘Hwang Sung-taek cronies? No. Puppy force.’
Pre-magic: weaklings couldn’t emit this edge.
Calmed rising tension.
Taekwondo master Jeong—Korea’s practical Taekwondo top—drilled calm.
‘Ten meters. Purposeful approach.’
How knew? Killers headed straight.
‘Need magic.’
Aura-sensing at distance: skilled foes.
Fight risky.
‘Lightning good. Mages memorize top attack/defense for this.’
Master’s mutters advice gold.
Then trivial; now vital.
Genius instant-formula or not, vs. daily-honed mastery—kid vs. adult spoon user.
‘Pity. More time: memorize 4th.’
3rd engraved workable; 4th fresh.
Untried 4th vs. approaching danger—regret.
Plop.
They appeared.
Three black-suited men—thug pros.
“As expected, the crazy old man’s new disciple. Kekeke.”
‘Chinese? Know me?’
Scarred thug like gum-glued to gum—Cantonese dialect.
“Who’re you?”
Flawless Beijing Mandarin.
“Hoh, speak the national language? Fitting old man’s pick. Kekeke.”
‘Old man’s disciple? Gandalf master?’
Master boasted unknown.
200 years: dementia.
Pinpointed me—bad-looking Chinese thugs.
‘Stepped in shit.’
Scar-eyes: bad blood with grumpy old man.
“Who’s the old man?”
Shrugged.
“Kekeke. Didn’t Idal tell? You’ve a senior brother above.”
“S-senior? Then...?”
Idal master-name; senior-eligible: one.
‘Mage!’
Heart raced despite calm.
First post-master: Chinese thug mage.
Grumpy look: master taste.
‘Damn, useless life.’
Born fighters grudge-hunting me via master.
Plus magic-knowing senior.
Wanna summon Gandalf, bitch.
“Senior, why here? Called ahead, I’d greet. Haha!”
Slim hope joke.
“Show tricks, brat. Disappoint... shark bait corpse. Heh heh.”
Expected.
‘Bland jajangmyeon Chinese prick—no side dish! Death base, intact corpse option! Bastard!’
Killer intent chilled night breeze beside me.
“Kill.”
“Yes, sir!”
Deep bow—two mad dogs.
‘Holy! Knives?’
Moonlit 50cm sashimi blades gleamed murderous.
‘You cowards!’
Grimaced at smirking Chinese thugs.
Inner scream: ‘Hate Chinese most!’
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‘What’s this mana aura after months together?’
Cheng Li, hunting target into resort, sensed strong mana—rushed woods.
Info: Kang Hyuk kid with crazy mage exact three months ten days.
Yet brat held mana even Cheng Li tense.
‘Found new method. Kekeke. But so? New disciple fish food today.’
Over 20 years unforgettable Cheng Li. Begging on blood-puddled floor—blood boiled recall.
‘Mages not overnight. Heh.’
Triad right/left arms.
Licking razor edges, circled brat.
To gut new disciple.
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“Keekil.”
“Heh heh...”
Ex-delinquents? Hyenas with blades approaching.
Shing!
Sudden threatening swings.
Sssk.
‘No joke.’
Razor-sharp—grazed air seemed sliced.
Sword? Clash. But floral shorts/short-sleeve only.
‘Brats, learn mage true nature.’
Secret unknown magic art mine.
Shiiik.
‘Coming!’
Wind-like coordinated assault, fishy grins.
‘Heh, morons.’
Prepared spell.
“Light!”
Blasted strong 1st Circle.
“Gah!”
Dark night—moon up, but hundred-bulb blast blinded; eyes shut, hands covered.
Thwack! Thwack thwack!
My Taekwondo specialties: spinning back kick, roundhouse—jaw, gut barrage.
“Gurk!”
“Keuk!”
Unexpected hits; screams tumbling.
‘M-mana in feet! Oh!’
Shocked even me.
Focus strike: double speed, shadow kicks precise.
Plus heavy impact foot.
Active circle mana surged toe-vivid.
‘Heh, sword: Sword Aura?’
Master’s Kallian knights’ Aura Blade.
Real sword: mine too.
Clap clap clap!
“Haha, impressive. Top Triad boys downed one move. With mere 1st Circle. Hahaha!”
Clapping at crawling minions—self-proclaimed senior.
No relax.
‘Something off, this guy.’
Magic-fearing fearless.
“Loosen up awhile.”
Crack.
Leather-gloved fists clenched.
‘Mana! As expected!’
Aura felt.
“Learned magic from old man, wrecked continent. Heh. Fixed incomplete mana breathing raiding old martial texts. Found it. Heh, rivaling old man’s new art.”
‘Wh-what? New art?’
Joke? Possible.
Gandalf got Daoist method traveling.
“Know only 3rd Circle magic, but I’m 4th Circle mage. Heh. Magic formulas/insight separate—learned crossing wall. Kra haha!”
‘Water bucket road splash!’
Thought me world’s strongest sans mana Gandalf. Hermit appeared.
Killing demon too.
“Show tricks. Want bones intact? Kekeke.”
No sword—sharper than before.
‘Wait, Triad—that Triad?’
Yakuza, Mafia, Southeast Asia Triad.
World’s top three thug groups—late recall.
‘Damn, what shit stirred!!’
Not Korean hotheads—international knife pros Triad enemies Gandalf master.
Unlovable generational foe.
“Wait!”
Raised hand halting throat-strangle approach.
“...”
Stopped—no words.
“I’ll give 4th Circle formulas.”
“...!!”
Shock flickered face at offer.
‘Heh. Mage rejects not.’
“No, plus rough location of crazy mage haunt!”
Wanna see.
Triad vs. archmage war.
“K-kekekeke.”
‘Laugh?’
Laughter only response.
“Fool, think Triad kills old man?”
‘Huh?’
Global thugs dismissed as punks.
Eyes’ humiliation/rage: off-script premonition.
“Old man... soloed Euro Mafia.”
‘Mafia!’
Senior’s master secrets.
“Wiped ’em. Anti-tank guns, choppers—armed Mafia 576 all. Buried Alps deep—forever gone.”
“Huh...”
Cry or laugh?
Jaw slack.
“Satisfied. Skinning old man’s disciple confirms. Kra hahaha!”
Smart bastard choice.
Legs buckled.
True magic-knowing brawler ahead.
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“Fire Arrow!”
“Water Shield!”
Boom boom boom!
Shing!
Pre-think: Fire Arrow opener.
Hurried Water Shield.
‘Gah!’
4th claim true.
One attack cracked shield like glass.
Pop.
Mana overstressed—shield to myriad droplets, gone.
Then kick.
Thud!
“Guh!”
X-blocked kick; impact scream-backpedal.
‘M-mana infused!’
New art real.
Arms throbbed—could snap.
“Slow!”
Not just attacks.
Free 3rd Circle to bind me mana.
“Mana Shield!”
Ting ting ting!
Pure mana shield up.
Zzzzzip!
His magic hit—steam explosion.
Shik!
‘Fight master!’
Not easy 4th dan Taekwondo; he different league.
Mine: dojo sparring only.
His: merciless street-honed gaps punched.
Pwak!
“Keuk!”
Panic counter-punch.
His spun fist—glove clash snapped bone, tore skin.
“Decent, rookie. Heh.”
Magic/fist free.
Hated admitting: superior mage.
‘Could really die.’
Young tale blooming.
Premature ‘Protagonist stabbed, dead’ end.
Mouth dry, cells tense, gooseflesh razor.
‘Beat him... only 4th!’
Cat-toying: poke retreat repeat.
Untired.
‘You fuck!’
Rage struck.
Never such violence Korea.
School bullying? Daehan High strict rules—no; none targeted me.
Mocking unrivaled Kang Hyuk.
Grimaced.
‘Kill that fucker!’
Same 4th. He unknown 4th spells; I knew.
Same circle: spell difference multiplies power tensfold.
Else all train 2nd Fire Ball over 8th Hell Fire.
“End it, rookie. Noisy; guards come.”
Luxury island resort.
Magic blasts shook; armed guards inbound.
“Yeah, done too, filthy thug.”
“Thug? Puahaha!”
Sky-laugh at thug-word.
‘Lightning Wave!’
Crisis: frantic circle, top 4th attack Lightning Wave.
‘Mana power, unleash slumbering rage! Blue lightning! Friend begs power!’
Instant mega-focus: gathered upper/middle/lower dantian mana.
Completed chant.
Zzzzt.
Overfocus: organs stabbed blade-pain.
Unfamiliar agony.
Beyond master’s old torture.
‘Too much?’
Fresh 4th rookie top 4th Wave? Mages call mad.
New swimmer crossing strait.
Zzzt zzzt.
Body odd, but complete.
Just unleash.
He smirked unknowably.
‘Knows!’
Gave cast time?
“Lightning!”
Memorized perfect—no mana exchange, instant Lightning.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzt!
No staff—leather pouch channeled blue electric whip burst.
‘Dead!’
Blind blue wave; predicted post-magic charge, hand out.
“Lightning Wave!”
Wave-named 4th attack.
Chant drop: his Lightning met roaring wave.
‘Got him!’
Full-power 4th.
Ten-meter no-escape.
“Keuk!”
As predicted: blinded front, short scream.
‘Toyed, bastard!’
Boar-hunt dizziness, but euphoric flight.
First magic duel win historic.
Puk!
Sudden gut scorch.
‘H-how...?’
Sparks still everywhere blue lightning; his blackened face neared.
Unfamiliar gut pain.
Thud.
Legs buckled, knelt.
Saw.
Blue knife deep in gut.
Hilt-out, pierced abdomen.
“Heh, rookie. Heard nano-tech? Kekeke. No mithril magic resist, but modern science. Kra hahaha!”
‘N-nano tech...’
Vicious. Decades researching kill master obvious.
‘D-dying?’
Unjust.
Paradise dreams perfect flower path.
No Ye-rin kiss; Marso waits room.
‘M-master...’
One sob, mind blanked.
Pain/terror shut body.
“Bye... poor 4th Circle mage. Keh heh heh...”
Ears rang annoying laugh.
Wanted rise revenge-stab; body lead-heavy.
Faces flashed: Ye-rin, Jung-hyun, parents, ever-strutting mega-perv master Gandalf.
‘Eat some candy!’
Last mental yell fuck-you.
“Wh-what! Th-this?!”
Eyes closing, drug-haze; his panicked voice—like aunt scammed last year.
‘Sleepy...’
All whitened; soft something embraced.
Last memory.
Hoping pretty nymph greeted...
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KABOOM!
“Ooooooh!! G-gonna gooooo!!”
Nuke-like light storm flashed circle.
Archmage Idal screamed throat-shred.
Whirrrrr!
“Gone. So... empty.”
Decades-condensed mana gone; Idal hollow-faced.
His homeland Kallian continent.
Too lazy; sent clone instead.
“Kid learn magic proper?”
Lone disciple’s dumb mug.
Like death row last meal, unlimited card joy—why linger?
“Eh, not orc shit? Gold-eyed Death God Idal’s disciple...”
Shook head, erased orc-meal disciple.
“W-wonder arrived safe. Coordinates fuzzy, rough send. Aging. Kekel.”
Arms back, lamented age.
Unaware disciple’s form.
“Aigoo, late! ‘You’re Uncle’s Fate!’ time!”
Sudden fave Korean show.
Idal light-stepped tower elevator.
“Play~ Play~ young play~ old can’t like me~”
Humming addicted tune.
Suddenly craving once-eaten yeot.