Made to order (3)
[I thought he was a savage, but even that is beyond my imagination.]
Tak!
Oliviera, who picked up the white stone, muttered and put down the chess piece on the board.
[I didn’t know that there would be someone who would challenge me to a match with the five white herons.]
“Do you know the name of this game?”
[Did you ask me to play the game without even knowing the name of the five hundred roe? That’s really ridiculous.]
A soft laugh echoed through the veil.
[It is a kind of organ that a sage created and spread to the world hundreds of years ago. The rules are simple, but the more you dig deeper, the more complicated the story is, and it became an entertainment for many people… … . But I don’t really like this five hundred heron.]
“Why?”
[Because it must have been the Ascendant who created this game.]
Lennok’s hand, which had been moving freely, stopped for a moment.
Oliviera continued, not paying attention to Lennok’s reaction.
[If you are a magician who has reached the level, you can read the meaning of the Myo that is melted in the Five Hundred Rows. An arrogant and self-righteous conviction that even the one who explores it gets tired of it… … I am trying to thoroughly force and learn it to those who dig into this game.]
“….”
[I think it’s to train younger students, but it’s unkind and violent enough to feel a bit excessive. It is dangerous to be deeply fascinated by this game unless you are a superman with a fairly strong subjectivity.]
Tak!
She snorted as she turned the board over white once by raising her own stone next to the one Lennok had placed.
[So, when it was popular among the lower ones for a while, I directly banned it with my own hands. This happened decades ago.]
If you’re not a superhuman enough to complete yourself, does that mean that the more vaguely you delve into the Obaekro, the higher the possibility of being forcibly influenced by the subtleties contained within it?
Knowing that the creator of this game was Jindun, Lennok couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
“Well, if you’re a sorcerer like you, playing around with the ascendant’s antics wouldn’t be pleasant.”
Picking up the black stone, Lennok said.
“Then I guess I can inform the chairman of the cartel of defeat after a long time.”
[I haven’t caught a lot of stones, but I’m not good enough to lose to a kid like you.]
Oliviera muttered confidently and lifted the stone.
[Continue.]
After that, the two continued to play the game, exchanging attacks and defenses one after another.
As if Oliviera’s confidence was not in vain, her skills are quite high even in Lennok’s eyes.
She is so good at karate control and arithmetic that it is hard to believe that she doesn’t like the five white heron.
In the first place, the fact that she perceives this game as a piece of equipment created by the Ascendant must be possible because she has the experience of digging deep into this game.
Thinking about that, it wasn’t that I couldn’t understand Oliviera’s confidence.
It was nothing compared to Lennok, who was directly taught by the creator of the game.
widely!!
Little by little but surely, as the number of black stones covering the board increases, the speed at which Oliviera’s veil shakes increases.
With her discerning eyes and ability to read numbers, it would be possible to know for sure what Lennok’s skill level was.
Looking at her white stone that was overturned one after another, Oliviera said in a tone full of energy.
[You bastard… … . Did you volunteer to be a beginner with these skills and bet on the game? There are degrees of deception.]
“It’s not a lie to say that I haven’t learned the game in a while.”
Saying that, Lennok raised his gaze and looked at the shining eyes through the veil.
“There’s no need to cheat on them by exchanging words even at a place like this.”
[…] … I’m not lying. If so?] As
Oliviera, who had personally studied the mechanics of this game, I could understand what it means to have built up this level of skill in a short period of time.
A board game in which the master’s realm and hierarchy are higher, and the trick is understood from more diverse aspects.
Is she dealing with the board at a level equal to or higher than hers without being seduced by the strong direction inherent in the game?
It must be rather deeply related to human nature, which is essentially different from innate magical talent or accumulated experience.
Lennok nodded his head inwardly, looking at Oliviera who seemed to be lost in thought.
‘Is it because you already know about this game? It worked better than I thought.’
The five hundred roe is the method itself for memorizing and telling the tricks and directions of the barrier art in the correct form.
It is no different from the most sophisticated and metaphorical learning device that a transcendent of the level of ascendant can create.
However, on the contrary, if you fully understand the purpose of the game and use it in reverse, it is the same as being able to read the image of the opponent to some extent.
Lennok had been playing this game with her on the pretext of his aptitude for superpowers, and was trying to read Oliveira’s image in reverse.
If you directly peek at her image as a high-ranking wizard, you will of course be shocked, but if you reverse her intentions revealed through the game, you can draw her shape without showing off.
Jindun must have read Lennok’s image through the same process and decided to pass on his shielding technique.
Lennok, who had inherited the barrier art, was now reading other people’s images in a similar way.
‘The fact that you didn’t reject my offer must mean that you wanted something. You should be able to hear at least that condition.’
Of course, it might be difficult to find out all of Oliviera’s secrets and magical abilities.
However, it would be possible to find the most suitable answer by contemplating her image reacting in real time while the game is in progress.
As the head of the cartel and an old high-ranking magician, what she wants and stays in the lab.
What Lennok wanted was right there.
“You know I’m investigating the secrets of the Black Consumer Project.”
Lennok, who stared blankly at her thoughtful figure, said something else without hesitation.
“Machina’s Gate of Ascension to Manguya in Yorta…. I understand now that the various cities that rose after the fall of Arsnova tried to ascend in their own ways.”
[…] … .]
“As the end approaches, I need to know what the others have done to ascend.”
[Why?]
Lennok raised his gaze and gazed through the veil into Oliviera’s invisible eyes.
“Because I realized that in between those seemingly meaningless failures, there are secrets I still don’t know about.”
An existence called Alkaid who intervened in the Black Consumer Project.
Why did that unknown entity, whether it be an individual or the name of an organization, intervene in the project of this megalopolis?
Also, why are ascenders wary of and caring about its existence? In the end, Lennok did not hear the answer from Jindun.
It must have been because Jindun himself had a reason why he couldn’t tell the secret directly.
If so, Lennok himself has to make the move himself.
Up until now, they had only moved as the situation went and reaped the maximum benefit, but now it is different.
Even if it meant going directly against the power and time that this megalopolis had built up, Lennok had to hear about its secrets first hand.
He knew that he had acquired the power and qualifications to do so, to the extent that it was now unavoidable.
Oliviera stared blankly at Lennok’s face, then lowered her head loosely.
[You weren’t the only one curious about the secrets hidden in the darkness of the project.]
“….”
[But don’t you think there must be a reason if no one got a clear answer about the secret?]
“I guess so.”
Lennok smiled faintly.
“But what does it matter if the end is not far away?”
There is no time.
Both to this world and to Lennok himself.
Everyone is aware of the hopeless fact that the end is near, but should we endure the fear of no one knowing when that moment will come?
Lennok didn’t want that.
I don’t want the ending to be an empty echo as much as I’ve been trying to throw off my bridle.
Wasn’t that why I was wandering around this city and around the world looking for answers?
What I want still hasn’t changed. The most fundamental wish to live was still alive and breathing in the deepest part of Lennok’s heart.
[Continue,]
said Oliviera. Lennok didn’t answer.
In the silence, the hands of the two began to move over a single game board.
Tak Tak!!
It pours all of its energy into defeating the opponent in front of it without using any magic power.
Aside from calmly sinking the mana overflowing from the whole body, the head rotates tautly, turning all the senses in the body into one turn.
keying!
A feeling of empty emptiness, as if going back to the time when I first opened my eyes in this world.
However, Lennok can clearly perceive that the composition of his body has changed since then.
The formidable memory is clearly comparing and contrasting the reactions of the body then and now, and pointing out the differences.
support position… … !!
The aftermath of the relatively light mana addiction. Insomnia suppressed by medicinal effects, and lungs that have been tamed at the beginning of the year much more than before.
The endlessly expanding amount of magical power and the circuits that tightly covered the whole body.
And the flow of power spinning deep in Lennok’s left pupil.
Only then did Lennok nod, realizing why Oliviera had ordered such a catering.
‘It’s an area that can only be reached by raising the spirit without raising one’s magical power.’
Concentration to the extent that it is difficult to reach unless you are concentrating on winning against a magician like Oliviera.
Isn’t it an area of mental training that has nothing to do with magic talent?
When Lennok inadvertently began to stroke the nape of her neck, Oliviera, who immediately sensed it, nodded.
[I can feel it when I see that you are touching somewhere other than the eyes. Did you remember the sensation?]
“…Roughly. Did this mean that it was an innate ability?”
The purple magic eye is a mirror that visualizes Lennok’s image, and although it operates with magic power, its source is far from magic.
The power to reveal the user’s wishes and feelings without any adjustment or subtraction without systematic study.
It was the Mystic Eye that appeared by raising the will that existed under the fundamental form of life as much as magical power.
[This is absurd. To think that I would really go into a state of exaltation after leaving the 500 deer with me… … . Usually, if you focus on the game, it’s easy to focus on the match in front of you rather than the magic eye
.
Even while raising his hand, not even his magic power moves.
Is it a process of escaping from the magical power that has always been one and embodying the power of another realm?
However, Oliviera let go of the stone she was holding in her hand and put her hand on the veil, as if something had come to a conclusion from Lennok’s answer.
[That’s right. After all, at the point of dealing with cause and effect, the last thing to be observed is the result.]
“…what?”
She placed her hand on the veil covering her face and slowly lifted the veil.
In it, for the first time, her eyes reveal their true form.
[I kept that realization intact with these two eyes.]
Unexpected that she would show her hand first at this point, Lennok blankly stared at it.
It’s awkward to call him an old monster who has lived through an immeasurable amount of time. It looks like time has stopped.
The seven radiance contained in the eyes, originally shining indigo, draws a beautiful rainbow as they rotate slowly.
Chilchaebo’s mystic eyes that shine so bright that you’ll be sucked in just by looking at them.
It wasn’t until they met their eyes that Lennok realized why she was covering her face with a veil.
It’s not just because the mind or magic power is shaken just by looking at it.
The moment her eyes began to look out directly, the scenery inside the laboratory was twisting and repeating changes and regressions.
“This…The moment the second hand of the clock hanging on the wall of the studio moves forward, it comes back again
.
The shape of the clock hands constantly rewinding towards the point where she opened her eyes and began to contemplate.
Only then did Lenok realize what exactly the power of Chilchaebo’s demonic eye was, and frowned.
“Is reality being fixed according to the act of observation? … ?”
[It is the power to observe only the results in terms of causation and change reality accordingly. Do you understand what this means?]
said Oliviera, looking into Lennok’s eyes amusedly.
Lennok nodded. The answer wasn’t difficult if I thought about combining the various stories she had explained about the Mystic Eye so far.
“…Since it is close to an innate ability, it means that it is relatively easy to access the causal fragments.”
In order to reach the principle of causality through magic, even ascenders would have to take enormous risks. However, the case of intelligence is different.
A power that is more intuitive than any magic or spell under certain conditions, as it is extremely dependent on innate talent and mental power.
Oliviera had been researching a way to actively combine the power of such a supernatural power with her magic and mental images.
[A kind of change in reality, even though it is infinitely weak. I had to endure a temporary decline in status to make this power fully mine.]
Now I can understand why Oliveira had been secluded without intervening in the affairs of the cartel, and why she was engrossed in research even taking such risks. .
What she sees in her eyes is the ability to change laws that interfere with clear cause and effect.
The higher the rank of superhuman, the more powerful and deadly power it is.
Neither is it necessary to change causation by observing consequences.
Even if you can observe the results of reality and fix them, there are infinite ways to use them and apply them.
The power of the demonic eye that Oliviera Lone Maze acquired in her later years was just such a meaning.
And Lennok, who intuited something between them, asked.
“Wait, no way, your evil eye is the failure of the project…”
[It’s not satisfactory, but the minimum standards have been met. If so, you could also become a bridgehead.]
Oliviera’s face smiled happily.
What part of Lennok’s words and actions touched her standards and changed them?
Indeed, absurdly enough, Oliviera was trying to reverse the development of Lennok’s magic eye without even revealing the details.
[Okay, that’s crazy. Let’s find out what kind of power the magical eye that opens your right eye once has.] * *
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Weekend late afternoon.
In the bedroom, covered by blackout curtains, only the sound of quiet breathing is filled.
Beep, beep, beep.
The bell rings through the thick blanket.
“Whoa….”
Reaching out from under the covers and grabbing the phone, Lennok let out a deep sigh.
Darby, who was curled up in the toad’s nest and licking his tail, raised his head.
[Master?]
“It’s time to wake up.”
shoot!!
I wash my face in the sink with a blank expression and face the mirror.
A young man with a toothbrush without tidying up his messy hair was looking at him the same way.
“….”
Come to think of it, it’s been quite a while since I’ve been staring blankly in the mirror like this.
It reminds me of the day when I escaped the factory and vomited and barely faced myself for the first time.
It’s been a week since I visited Rabatenon University, the Carlyle Institute, and Oliviera’s lab.
At this point in time when the prohibition law is lifted and the Dyke company is reeling, this moment when there is no wind in the city due to the conflict between the sun and the dark.
Ironically, Lennok was more immersed in studies and research for his own growth than ever before.
“Um….”
Although she has gained a bit more weight than before, she still has a slim physique.
When I think that this is the result of paying attention to my diet and forcibly supplying nutrients, I can’t help but laugh.
The haggard look and the dark circles around the eyes are definitely less than before, but they haven’t completely disappeared.
Lennok, who had been silently touching his eyes, closed and opened them once, and his left pupil turned purple and began to fluctuate.
ugh… … !!
“….”
The mirror, unable to withstand the power of the demonic eye, trembled as if it would break at any moment, but Lennok ignored it and focused on looking at the mirror.
To be precise, it wasn’t his left eye that had already opened, but his right eye that was shining black.
At first glance, the right pupil, which does not appear to have changed at all.
But you can tell by looking into your right eye with your left eye visualizing the realm of possibility.
A golden ring of faint golden light began to emerge from the very depths of the right pupil, which seemed to have no change.
Genius Magician Who Takes Medicine Chapter 408
