episode_0019

“My disciple? I know it’s hard, but can you just stay still for a moment?”

“Just leave it to me.”

pop!

As Risir answered confidently, the mana and wind that had been gathered in his hand scattered in all directions.

Because it was magic created based on momentary intuition and instinct rather than refined experience and knowledge, it collapsed the moment willpower intervened.

“… What I meant was, just leave it to me. There’s no guarantee that I’ll return it-”

“Oh, rebellion.”

Loera smiled playfully, roughly straightening her hair that had been tousled by the wind.

“Rebellion, Miss Loera. There’s no way Risir would do that? Actually, I misspoke. I was going to tell you to stop the magic right away, but my tongue got twisted? Risir just noticed that?”

“Damn it. Pamon. Isn’t it tear-jerking? Even the abandoned pillar husband wouldn’t be that shabby. How did he end up so ruined?”

“I’m sorry, Master. I tried to concentrate, but I suddenly got distracted. – I guess it’s because the magic was performed based on a sense of the moment.”

Even as Pamon was playfully chatting away, he was already analyzing the mana energy scattered throughout the place.

Her silver eyes stared into the air. Her long fingers groped the air as if touching a drop of water.

“This is the result of relying on a sense of the moment?”

Pamon muttered meaningfully and began to look around.

“What is this? Are you breaking in-”

“No, no. That’s not it-”

Pamon continued to speak, calming Loera down as she stood up with her sword in hand.

“I took a quick look at the condition of this place. Maybe there was something unusual that I didn’t notice. For example, the wind was unusually strong?”

“Ah. Then why was he able to make that wind arrow-like thing earlier?”

“I thought so too-”

“…I thought about it?”

She said as she looked at Lisir.

“My disciple?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Are you feeling okay? Is there anything uncomfortable?”

Risir calmly reflected on his own condition after hearing Pamon’s words.

“I’m a little tired, but not enough to worry about.”

“Thank goodness. Then, my disciple? Can you repeat that again?”

Risir nodded and immediately began to concentrate.

“…”

A lump of mana was formed-

It disperses before forming an arrow shape.

Risir is squirming. Repeat again.

Repeat. Repeat.

“Hoo… Hoo…”

This series of events was repeated several times.

His breathing became noticeably rougher. Several beads of sweat soaked Rishir’s face.

“…”

Loera didn’t know magic.

That’s why I didn’t know Risir’s condition right now, and that’s why I was even more worried.

Loera looked at Pamon.

Is it okay if I keep doing that?

I was going to ask that, but – in the end, Loera put the question back.

Because Pamon was now wearing a very serious expression, he dared to offer an outsider’s opinion.

Her silver eyes, hidden by a twinkling smile, stared straight at Risir with a strange look.

“Is this okay?”

A vague muttering.

Loera couldn’t fathom the full meaning it contained.

***

“Ugh… Ugh…”

The clothes were already soaked with sweat.

Trembling legs.

dump.

Eventually, Risir’s legs gave out and he collapsed on the floor.

He checked his palm with alarm.

“Sigh…”

A smile of relief spreads across his lips.

The arrow of wind that had just been completed was still there.

Its scale was noticeably reduced compared to before.

It wasn’t just to make control easier.

‘then?’

Advice. And silence.

Risir couldn’t answer his own question.

Because his current knowledge was significantly behind his abilities.

In other words, his abilities were growing at a rate that his knowledge could not keep up with.

Risir felt the magic arrow he had created clearly and controlled it further.

“Oh…”

An exclamation escaped Loera’s mouth.

Wind arrows the size of marbles moved freely according to Risir’s gestures.

“Teacher?”

Lisir immediately raised his head to check Pamon’s reaction.

“…”

Deep thought. That was Pamon’s answer.

She couldn’t take her eyes off the wind arrow created by Lisir.

‘Obviously-‘

Pamon first thought of the wind arrow that Risir had created.

It had the shape of a typical arrow.

The structure was also honest.

After formalizing mana into the shape of an arrow, the properties of wind were implemented.

The problem is.

The point is that Risir has not yet mastered mana standardization.

Needless to say, temper control is a must.

Mana standardization is the next step after mana control, but temper control is in a different category altogether.

It is not an element included in the basics of magic in the first place.

‘How many steps have I skipped now?’

There are countless steps to go through, from mana’s standardization to temper control.

Is it even possible to skip those stairs and reach the destination?

It was a phenomenon that Pamon could not understand.

Probably no wizard would understand.

So, Pamon puts forward a hypothesis for understanding.

perhaps-

He may not have skipped the middle step.

He may have already been through all those intermediate stages.

You just don’t realize it yourself.

“Ha!”

As the incident reached that point, laughter burst out of Pamon’s mouth.

“Master…?”

“Hehehe. What the heck. Hey, Risir. I don’t know what it is, but you must have made a really stupid mistake. Anyway, you were acting so cocky-”

Loera interpreted Pamon’s laughter in her own way and laughed at Risir.

The illegitimate child sitting on the floor and the arrow of wind floating above his hand looked shabby for some reason.

“What is this? A scene of group bullying? The illegitimate child could not escape the fate of contempt?”

“Phuhat…!”

But the laughter that followed corrects their mistake.

Pamon sat down in his seat.

Her back shook repeatedly.

And the laughter that can be heard here and there, that cannot be completely swallowed.

A little later.

Pamon finally raised his head.

“Sorry, Rishir. Well, isn’t it so cute how Rishir plays with his magic arrows?”

“…I think I’m going to get a little hurt.”

“And-”

Pamon was lost in thought.

“Phew…!”

And then he burst out laughing again.

“Rishir?”

“Yes, Master.”

“What the hell are you?”

“…Huh?”

Pamon kneaded Risir’s face with both hands.

“Where did such a mysterious and precious being fall from?”

“Huh-heung…?”

“My disciple?”

“Yes, Heungnim.”

Feel the mana.

Deals with mana.

And once you are able to shape mana into the desired form, you are reborn as a qualified wizard.

Orthodontic magic.

It was the standard by which a wizard proved his qualifications.

Risir proved his qualifications as a wizard.

And- and- and-

I don’t know.

What did Risir prove?

What has been achieved?

“Congratulations?”

“…Huh?”

That is why Pamon decided not to dare define it.

I just blessed his talent and qualities.

***

After pouring all his mental and physical strength into a short period of concentration, Lisir took a break and fell asleep right away.

Pamon and Loera. And Duran.

The remaining three resumed their meeting.

The topic of the meeting was completely geared towards Lisir.

Bendel’s possessions.

Among them, there are some that can be helpful to the current Risir.

It was then that the story of Bendel’s secret vault came up.

In fact, there was no such thing as a ‘secret’.

There exists a secret vault that hides the secret treasure of a prestigious mask family as noble as Bendel.

It was an open secret known to everyone.

The problem was the location of the safe and its contents –

“Only you know that.”

“Ah~ That’s good~”

“…It went well?”

Pamon left the house, leaving behind meaningful words.

A few hours later.

Pamon came back as if nothing had happened.

Accompanied by a hideous plant zombie carrying a large crate.

“…”

Just for a moment. Just for a moment, I thought, “Roera.”

ah.

Just go back to Bendel?

Risir and Pamon.

At this very moment, with the two of them, Loera’s world was collapsing with each passing moment.

“Okay, then. I guess we’re done. Should we get ready to leave? Hey, Yerne.”

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[Title: What is the hierarchy?]

Content: The story continues to be about hierarchy.

Can you roughly think of this as the level?

N: Yeah, roughly from level 1 to 4 is the 1st level.

N: Levels 5 to 9 are the 2nd level

N: Levels 10~19 are the 3rd tier

N [Writer]: What the f*ck, people around me kept praising me as a 3rd tier person, but I was just a piece of shit

N: From a player’s perspective, yes, but from a world view perspective, it’s on the strong side lol

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[Title: Level< How important is this?]

Content: Normally, combat power varies greatly depending on rank.

If the difference in rank is large, it's almost impossible to win.

– : It is important, but not absolute.

– : Yes, the player can overcome it with the control.

– : Even in events where NPCs fight each other, there are sometimes results where the rankings are reversed.

– [Writer]: What makes it different?

– : Technology

– : To make an easy-to-understand analogy, you're [level 30, face [(lower)], losing to [level 10, face (upper)]]

– : That's a good metaphor.

– [Author]: Good metaphor, okay

– : So that's why we're always losing…

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[Title: How do I get here, Hyerin?]

detail :

[picture]

This is a list of destinies I have broken.

What else do I need to break here?

– : Witch noise?

– [Writer]: You have to hold it so it can break, you piece of shit

– : Why are you swearing…

– : I deserve to be cursed

– : In the first place, it wasn't meant to be done all at once in that region.

– : The standard way is to go around the area, clear cases, level up with those, and farm to get the fate specs. ㅇㅇ If you don't clear cases in the first place, you won't have the specs to clear the fate.

– [Writer]: I'm currently level 27, but I can't defeat the witch with this?

– : Break and authenticate to get Banpozai, 20 Bitcoins, Tesla full option

– [Writer]: What level is the witch?

– : – [Writer]: Haha … -[Writer]: Why did you put this in the starting area? – : Fate is mostly like that, huh? – : He’s the boss there, so that’s especially true – : But if you look at the bosses of other regions, witches are also fairies. – : Seriously lol ────────────────── … … … ────────────────── ■The party has been formed■ ■Rishir Level: 10 Race: Human Series: ??? ■Loera Level: 21 Race: Human Series: Inspection ■Pien Level: 31 Race: Jinjo Series: Wizard [Mental Magic / Blood Magic] ■Pamon Level: 58 Race: Dark Elf Series: Wizard [Nature Magic / Shadow Magic / Black Magic] ────────────────── A late hour when everyone is asleep. Pamon left his residence and headed to Hyeren’s library. “Ah. It’s here too.” Star of brilliance. He was an eccentric person notorious for his extremely narcissistic personality and the various eccentricities that resulted from it. Despite his notoriety, he was one of the greatest magicians of our time, gaining fame purely for his magical skills. “I want to read it because it’s that kind of person’s autobiography.” The content of his autobiography was nothing but nonsense, as his natural talent was coupled with pathological narcissism. So Pamon burst out laughing. “Well, you reached the third level in less than a week of learning magic? And on top of that, you even learned temper control out of the blue while learning standardization.” “That’s right.” widely. Pamon shook his head as he closed the book. “My disciple’s story is even more than this author’s story?”

– [Writer]: Haha …

-[Writer]: Why did you put this in the starting area?

– : Fate is mostly like that, huh?

– : He’s the boss there, so that’s especially true

– : But if you look at the bosses of other regions, witches are also fairies.

– : Seriously lol

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■The party has been formed■

■Rishir

Level: 10

Race: Human

Series: ???

■Loera

Level: 21

Race: Human

Series: Inspection

■Pien

Level: 31

Race: Jinjo

Series: Wizard [Mental Magic / Blood Magic]

■Pamon

Level: 58

Race: Dark Elf

Series: Wizard [Nature Magic / Shadow Magic / Black Magic]

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A late hour when everyone is asleep.

Pamon left his residence and headed to Hyeren’s library.

“Ah. It’s here too.”

Star of brilliance.

He was an eccentric person notorious for his extremely narcissistic personality and the various eccentricities that resulted from it.

Despite his notoriety, he was one of the greatest magicians of our time, gaining fame purely for his magical skills.

“I want to read it because it’s that kind of person’s autobiography.”

The content of his autobiography was nothing but nonsense, as his natural talent was coupled with pathological narcissism.

So Pamon burst out laughing.

“Well, you reached the third level in less than a week of learning magic? And on top of that, you even learned temper control out of the blue while learning standardization.”

“That’s right.”

widely.

Pamon shook his head as he closed the book.

“My disciple’s story is even more than this author’s story?”