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CLXXVII.

When warp gates were first created, fewer people than expected took advantage of this strange and convenient device called a warp gate.

It wasn’t simply a matter of high usage fees, but of the stability of the warp gates and trust in the wizards who operated them.

In fact, there was a story in the early days of warp gates that a wizard deliberately caused a malfunction in the warp gate and killed his family’s enemy when he tried to use it.

However, after Dean Hu ascended to Circle 8, the improved warp gates spread across the continent, and the wizards who managed the warp gates changed their positions and statuses.

Strictly speaking, it can be said that things have changed since I started managing the Tower of the Philosopher.

The wizards were eccentric, but among all the wizards, the ones who were normal, had common sense, and had the qualifications to enter the Tower of the Sage were selected and given basic education along with magic education. That place was Warp Gate.

So, from some point on, the warp gate wizards became beings who represented the word ‘fairness’.

― From the history of the warp gate wizard

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For the first time in a long time, Manmajeon was filled with a lively atmosphere. Unlike the usual gloomy atmosphere that suited the harsh, no, ferocious environment of the demon world.

For the first time in a long time, bloody wine was in the hands of the remnants who could freely come and go from this Manmajeon.

As you might have noticed from the use of the past tense verb ‘was’ here, the atmosphere at Manmajeon, which had been like that until a moment ago, is now weighed down by an uncomfortable silence.

“What’s going on?”

The owner of the Manmajeon, Mamon of Greed, asked the being that had invaded his Manmajeon in a voice that was suppressing his anger.

“Huh? Weren’t you having a party? I heard the news and came here?”

The remnants came to understand that they were too dumbfounded to be angry at that shameless answer. However, the man’s rude behavior was just beginning.

“Give me some wine too. I wonder what the wine of the Demon World tastes like.”

Then the man snatched the glass from Mamon’s hand and brought it to his mouth.

Until the man snatched the wine from Mamon’s hand, none of the remnants present noticed the movement, including Mamon himself.

What it means is one thing.

Got stronger.

The man who appeared stronger than before,

“What’s going on? The magic god.”

He is the god of magic.

That man is famous in many ways in the divine realm.

“I said it was a party. A party. What are you doing? Sit down.”

Then, he sat down on one of the chairs originally set up for the remnants and started sipping wine, as if he were the host of a party.

An uncomfortable silence fell again among the remnants, but there was no way to stop him.

God and the remnants.

There are several differences between them, but the biggest difference is the presence or absence of obligations and rights.

God.

They enjoy many rights that the remnants would envy.

For example,

The right to live in the divine realm where the Creator lives.

The right to private conversation with the Creator.

There are similar things.

On the other hand, God has duties commensurate with his rights.

An overwhelming workload, not to the point where it’s called God for nothing.

A violent task awaits them, to care for, manage, and fulfill the Creator’s will.

This is why a day in the divine realm is relatively longer than in other dimensions.

On the other hand, the remnant has no rights, but also no obligations.

They don’t have to work for anything in particular, and they can live however they want, pursuing pleasure as they please.

So, the remnants of the God of Magic being here now cannot be called anything.

but,

“Are you done with all your work and now you’re playing?”

I can remind you of that murderous workload, like Satan right now.

“Oh my. Of course I passed it on!”

The remnants look at the magic god’s behavior as if he is pathetic at the fact that he has confidently passed on the work.

Isn’t it weird?

This is the sight of the author, God, looking at the remnants, the source of his pleasure, with pity.

But if it’s a magic god, then words magically become words. Could it be that it’s a magic god?

“I don’t know who that person is, but he’s pitiful.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m not the kind of scoundrel who would harm others, right?”

“Didn’t you say it was postponed?”

“Yeah. I postponed it! To tomorrow’s me!!”

“You crazy guy.”

Among the remains, someone’s muttering might have come out naturally, like an exclamation of ‘Wow!’

How long must the uncomfortable silence have been?

How many times did coughs come out to make a sound in that stuffy, awkward silence?

“Oh!”

The god of magic jumps up from his seat.

“Are you going?”

“Huh? No. There’s something I want to see together.”

Taaak!

Then, as the magic god rubs his fingers, a large screen appears in the Manma Hall.

“Huh?”

And because the person reflected in the screen is an unexpected being, the remnants turn their attention away from the magic god and focus on the screen.

Looking at such remnants, the god of magic smiles bitterly.

“You guys are really awesome this time? There’s someone with that kind of power among the demons!”

The remnants flinched at the words the magic god blurted out.

“Ah, it’s okay. It’s not cheating, it’s not breaking the rules. It’s pure admiration. Admiration.”

The remnants stare at the magic god with expressions that they can’t quite figure out as he calmly claps his hands.

“Huh? Why? I’m really amazed. That was a really amazing move. So let’s watch this together.”

The screen showed Gray and his group heading somewhere.

The moment the remaining gaze was focused on the screen, the magic god, who had taken a sip of wine, calmly opened his mouth.

“I heard from our captain that everyone has a plausible plan.”

“Huh?”

“Until you get hit.”

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The superhumans quickly cleaned up the surroundings.

And we divided up the work.

Sword Immortal and Martial Madman, superhumans from the cradle of martial arts.

The Sword of Caligula and Pope Judas.

From the Sword Master, the King of Death, to the Lightning.

They decided to head to the palace.

For what?

Anyway, the labyrinth was installed in the Clyton Empire, and was later attacked by the Magic Faction and the Knights, and the bastard called the Crown Prince attacked us because he wanted to look good to Nitas.

Shouldn’t we pay a price for this?

Above all,

“Pope Judas.”

“Yes. Please give me evidence.”

“Let’s do it right this time. If we get the first button right, won’t things get easier from then on?”

This gave the great empire of Clytonia a justification to subordinate itself to the Caligula Order.

“I will try my best.”

“Yes. Even if you use everything you can, you may not be able to win against this enemy.”

Isn’t it true that the fun comes when you wield a justification in your hand?

“Be careful. Evidence.”

After greeting them like that, the Pope headed to the palace of the Clitean Empire with six other superhumans.

Led by 12 cardinals in special uniforms of pure white tunics and elaborately embroidered gold threads, and 144 knights in matte black armor, each with a sword or mace at his side.

Me and the six Arcana.

Dean Hu and Vice Dean Fletcher.

We decided to review the witch’s reasoning and check on the warp gate wizard side for investigation.

The reason why Dean Hoo joined this group is because the Warp Gate Wizards are strictly speaking a subordinate organization of the Sage’s Tower.

Is the Warp Gate Management Center a sort of officer training facility?

and,

“Brother… … .”

“Our Catherine. As soon as we take care of this, let’s go on a trip again. Okay?”

“Yeah!”

“Listen to your grandfather carefully, and wait at home with Toppup and Noel, and I’ll be there soon.”

“Yeah yeah!”

Shadow Old Man and Two-horned, who had not been seen since the appearance of the superhumans, decided to escort Catherine and her family home.

First, we saw Catherine and her party off to Evergreen using a special warp gate used by Shadow, not Hubble’s warp gate, and then we headed to Hubble’s warp gate.

Hubble’s warp gate management center.

When the Dean of the Warp Gate appeared here, there was an uproar among the wizards of the Warp Gate.

The sight of the wizards making a fuss as the Dean appeared seemed like a surprise visit from a male idol as a large curtain fell in the auditorium of the girls’ school.

“Who is the Chief Wizard?”

In the midst of such chaos, as the voice of the Dean was heard after Mana was charged, the warp gate wizards quickly began to line up.

“Greetings to the seeker of truth. Stanley Kubrick, Chief Wizard of the Warp Gate Hubble Branch.”

The wizard bowing respectfully to the Dean was a middle-aged man. His dark brown robe had six concentric circles embroidered on his wrists and chest.

Circle 6.

It meant that the man was a wizard of a level comparable to that of a master.

“Among you… … .”

“Wait.”

It was I who stopped the dean after he tried to do something.

And then everyone, including the Dean and the Warp Gate wizards, turned their curious eyes toward me.

Without giving any other explanation to those people,

“Are these people in charge of the Hubble Warp Gate?”

“Yes.”

The middle-aged magician, who introduced himself as Stanley Kubrick, answered the question sincerely, perhaps because the Dean did not stop him from doing so.

“Are there any exceptions?”

“Ah? No. There are quite a few wizards who are resting or coming home from work.”

“I see. Please call me.”

“Yes?”

“Please call everyone.”

Only then do we see the expression of discomfort on the face of the man named Stanley Kubrick.

“If I get a call that the Dean is coming, I think everyone will come?”

But as I continued to speak, that feeling of discomfort turned into an exclamation of ‘Ah!’ and then into regret.

“We will contact you shortly.”

Then he turns around, takes out his communication crystal, and sends a quick message.

“Isn’t he a good guy?”

After the dean came up to me and spoke in a small voice, I nodded in agreement.

“That’s right.”

He must be a good person.

The fact that he accepts my rude instructions and requests that are no different from my human’s, even though he is not a wizard, makes me guess that he is a good person.

“They are all coming. They will all be there in five minutes. Everyone is rejoicing at the news that the Seeker of Truth has arrived.”

I want to see Stanley Kubrick reporting politely again, and I want to tell him why things are the way they are now, because he might be a good person.

“I see. Thank you for your hard work. Then.”

“No. Of course… … .”

Swoosh!

“… Huh? Khu, gulp? ”

“Please die now.”

If only he was a good ‘person’.

『Dūrámen』 is still in the magic pouch. Perhaps, if I had taken out the spear, he might have sensed something strange when he reached Circle 6 and rebelled.

What pierces the heart of the man in front of you, Stanley Kubrick, is,

“Soul Spear?! No, before that, why?! What the heck is this?”

It was a soul weapon that was like the symbol of the Grand Spear Master.

“Please wait.”

I responded to the wizards who were raising my Mana by asking questions as if they were rebelling against me with calm words.

I am sure that even I would be surprised if I looked at my face and my eyes in the mirror. Strangely enough, the world I see now is objective and rational, as if I were looking at it from the perspective of an omniscient author.

So creepy.

The soul sphere embedded in his chest still emits a vivid light. Destructive yet beautiful.

reason?

I don’t know.

Maybe it’s because of the experience I had a while ago where I almost died.

Or maybe it was because I heard that the clown was running towards me, risking his life.

Anyway, what’s important to me now is that the chief magician of Circle 6, the man who introduced himself as Stanley Kubrick, is still alive.

Even with the soul sphere embedded in his chest.

“You got caught. ”

Only then did the wizards sense something strange and stepped back hesitantly. Then, Dean Hu approached me and observed the wizard lying down without shedding a single drop of blood.

“I told you I got caught. You’re visible to my ‘eyes’.”

Shudder―.

The flinching was clearly noticeable to the wizard and Dean Hoo, who were looking down at Stanley Kubrick with concentration.

“Cool… Luck. How, how did you know?”

“Huh? I told you, I can see it? In my eyes?”

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〈 Status 〉

1. Name: Cacozelia

2. Race: Demon

3. Affiliation: Legion of the Time

4. Occupation

5. Body

[Strength 120] [Agility 133] [Stamina 92] [Thought 149]

6. Divine power

Magic [131]

7. Characteristics

-Imitation

-Imitation

-Acting

-Deception

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Just as I said to him, I saw it clearly in my divine eyes.

That he is a demon.