Chapter 40
Chapter 40
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Magic Genius with Korean Patch
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Jeon had heard about a man named Jack from Cardon and the other lowlifes, and he was quite the peculiar character.
A wandering knight turned mercenary was unusual enough in itself.
But the nicknames used to describe him were even stranger than his background.
Madman, deviant with twisted tastes, narcissistic freak with fucked-up eyes—he had all sorts of them.
And true to those nicknames, Jack's preferences were far from normal.
For starters, he had a perverse fixation on young boys.
On top of that, he harbored a horrific sadism.
Any boy who caught his interest wouldn't last long before being crippled—he was that deranged in his tastes.
And to top it all off...
He was a narcissist who genuinely thought his burly, ugly mug was beautiful.
At this point, "peculiar" didn't even begin to cover it. He was just a straight-up psycho.
"Ugh, so fucking gross. Makes me wanna hurl."
Which was exactly why...
For a guy like Jack, running into someone like Jeon—who spat curses the moment he laid eyes on him—was a rare occurrence, to say the least.
"...What did you say?"
Maybe that's why.
Jack's eyes, gleaming with filthy lust just moments ago, twisted in an instant.
But Jeon didn't give a damn. He just laid out exactly what he saw and felt.
"Ugh, don't kick off those covers! Shit, why's he got so much fucking hair?"
Separate from Jack's own narcissistic delusions...
His appearance was far from anything that could easily win people over.
He was huge from top to bottom and side to side.
His face matched his bulk—fierce and intimidating—and he was covered head to toe in thick hair on his chest, arms, and legs.
And the kicker? The bastard was half-naked.
Every glimpse of his body peeking through the half-pulled blanket sent Jeon's disgust meter skyrocketing.
"I was gonna say you looked kinda pretty despite the ugliness... but you've got no manners!"
"If you're getting up, at least wrap that blanket around you!"
Oblivious to Jeon's feelings...
Jack, pissed off by the remarks, kicked off the blanket and rose from the bed.
Exposing his utterly repulsive bulk in the process.
"I'll rip every tooth out of that yapping mouth. Then you'll shut up and serve me properly."
With that, he snatched his prized massive greatsword from beside the bed.
True to his size, the guy had monstrous strength—he lifted the hefty blade effortlessly with one hand.
"Psycho can't keep his mouth shut, huh."
Even in his rage, his lust hadn't fully faded. Jeon's face soured even more at the horrific words spilling from Jack's lips.
'At least I got the bastard up.'
The silver lining was that his initial plan had worked.
Truth be told, while Jack's hideous looks had prompted the curses, it was also a calculated move.
As evident from the office containing nothing but a lone bed...
The guy had a habit of keeping his favorite toys around it.
So Jeon had deliberately dragged him out of bed to keep those items out of the fight.
'They'll all be evidence.'
Plus, these weren't just tied to the Pentagram Guild plot. If Jack was truly tangled with the Ruin Cult, there might be evidence of that too.
"Heh, yeah. Breaking a prickly one like you sounds fun."
"...You're one disgusting fuck."
Anyway.
Basic plan success. Time for the next phase.
Not that it was anything fancy.
Just taking down the psycho—that was step two.
"No joke, you're so repulsive I'm about to puke. Can you just shut the hell up?"
Crackle!
"Hmm, a mage, huh?"
Even after confirming it, Jack's face oozed confidence.
Sure, the kid looked young but wielded 3rd Circle magic—a genius by any measure.
'But green.'
To Jack, the inexperience was glaring despite the talent.
This was a cramped room.
No matter how gifted, facing a knight here was suicide.
"Guess I'll have to school you with my experience!"
Boom!
With that, Jack charged, greatsword raised.
He kicked off so hard the floor boomed, his massive frame closing in instantly.
Whoosh!
In that split second, the aura-infused blade swung at Jeon.
Any ordinary mage would've lost their head.
But Jeon was different.
Clang!
Flash!
Silver burst from his embrace, scattering silver light to block the strike.
"What!?"
His greatsword blocked so easily?
Caught off guard, Jack's vast experience meant nothing—pure panic crossed his face.
"Who the hell's teaching who?"
Then Jeon's magic slammed into his face.
Crackle-crackle!
Hit point-blank by 3rd Circle lightning, Jack's bulk flew back.
"Grrraaagh!"
Impressively, aside from his singed body hair, no visible wounds.
'Tough bastard.'
It was common magic, not Silvermont secret arts, but still 3rd Circle.
Tanking that bare-chested? Insane durability.
'Not a Master, but Graduate level at least.'
Unlike mages divided by circles, knights were User, Expert, Graduate, Master.
Sub-levels existed, but he seemed right below Master—a Graduate.
'No wonder they said his personality's the only issue. With that skill, he could've been a noble.'
On the way over, the lowlifes had bragged Jack was knight material, maybe even titled—if not for his quirks.
Jeon had dismissed it as hype, but it checked out.
"You little shit!"
Jack's face twisted in fury from the surprise hit.
Lust gone, pure rage now.
"You dare scar my body!?"
"...What scar? You look fine."
"You fucked up my hair and act all innocent!?"
Ah, that.
Narcissist through and through.
Even loved every hair on his body.
"Forget teaching—I'll kill you!"
Boom!
His bulk exploded forward again.
This time flanking to Jeon's rear, aura-charged blade slicing at his waist.
Flash!
Blocked by Silver again.
"Not today!"
Undeterred, he retracted and unleashed a barrage.
'...Doesn't match the looks.'
Despite the massive greatsword...
His swordplay was fluid, precise.
Silver nullified all incoming force, killing momentum.
Yet he chained attacks seamlessly, unbroken.
Jeon had no intention of just watching.
'Weak magic won't faze him.'
He needed a surefire spell to subdue him.
Wanted to blast off a limb with Compression, but the aura-hardened body was too tough.
Plus, something to test.
'Need Will and Storage.'
So, not Compression—two other runes.
Will and Storage alone meant little.
Combined with others? Game-changer.
Jeon raised both hands, cupping them center.
Right: Storage rune magic.
Left: Will rune magic.
Hummm!
Storage rune in right hand began absorbing spells manifested via Will.
Various elements streamed in.
Normally they'd clash, but Will-shaped ones fused per Jeon's intent.
Like his Silvermont ruins display—but pure self-made, no borrowed power.
"You brat!"
Meanwhile, Jack's assaults grew fiercer.
Adapting to Silver's blocks, sharper strikes poured in.
Silver held, but his adaptation was no joke.
Thankfully, Jeon's spell finished first.
"Let's see if you tank this."
He swung his right hand, unleashing the gray-glowing multi-element mash toward Jack.
"!?"
Sensing danger, Jack countered mid-swing, aura-clad blade meeting the spell.
Vrrrrooom!
Aura and gray magic collided, vibrations shaking the room.
But aura wasn't holding—it crumpled under magic, causing the quake.
"No way, you mad...!"
Flash!
The gray magic pierced the blade's aura, engulfing Jack in light.
No big visual change.
Just white smoke rising from his body.
But the effect? Devastating.
"M-my... p-power..."
His knees buckled.
Thud.
Massive frame toppled backward.
Clang!
Greatsword hit the floor.
"Wh-what... did you...?"
His always-vital body felt empty.
No physical strength, no stamina, no aura—like breathing, now gone.
"Phew, nailed it."
Jeon nodded, satisfied.
First real combat use of this spell.
Post-Will and Storage acquisition...
Experiments showed forcing multi-attribute spells evaporated target's mana/aura temporarily.
Test objects only back then—too risky on mages/knights.
Jack made a perfect guinea pig.
Results? Ideal. No lethality, perfect disable.
Jack just trembled on the floor, helpless.
"Alright, let's see..."
Jeon headed to the bed for evidence.
Bolton might arrive soon—had to hurry.
"Ugh, what the fuck is this perv's shit...!"
Encountering his twisted toys was torture.
Once cleared, useful items surfaced.
"Hm, so you targeted the Guild Master, huh?"
Deep documents detailed his Pentagram Guild scheme.
Enough to nail him easy.
"But who put you up to it?"
"..."
No mention of the instigator anywhere.
Deliberately omitted, despite clear orders.
"Hey, spill it."
"...You think I'd talk?"
"Hm, figures?"
No dice asking nicely.
Jeon grabbed his arm, infused mana, twisted muscles.
"Gahk!"
Normally aura-shielded body impervious.
Powerless now? Different story.
Even as arm muscles shredded, he clamped shut.
'Hiding this hard? Definitely Ruin Cult.'
Suspicion solidified, but no proof or confession.
To advance, had to crack him.
"Heh, that's all the torture you know? Gonna threaten my life next?"
His tone screamed fanatic—beyond torture or death threats.
Narcissism-overriding loyalty.
'How to make him talk... Hm?'
Then Jeon noticed his near-nude body.
Battle-ravaged clothes fully shredded now.
Jack's "thing" on full display.
Normally vomit-worthy, but...
'Right, this fucker's a sex maniac.'
Men love their junk, narcissist perverts more so.
Time to test another practiced spell.
Jeon surged mana, manifesting two rune magics.
"Will, Compression."
⟨ Rune Magic ⟩
With that, Jack's "thing" shriveled in an instant.