episode_0045

The Red Tower is famous for its high-mindedness. It was built in the capital of an empire protected by the royal family, and as such, it had many interactions with high-ranking nobles.

Of course, there is a yellow tower built in the capital city, but… that is an exception.

Because brain attribute magic is so difficult, there are surprisingly few people who want to learn it.

Thanks to this, only the Red Tower is overflowing with disciples.

Anyway, thanks to that, the Red Tower has never lacked in wealth or talent.

It is said that children of high-ranking nobles visit at least once to learn magic.

Thanks to this, the nose of the red tower grew taller and higher than the sky.

Enough to hand over one’s authority for a moment.

And that was the case for Richard, the senior researcher who was on the counter today.

“Damn, the world is going crazy···.”

The Red Tower is divided into six star levels.

One star is for the trainee researcher.

Two are full-time researchers.

Three are senior researchers.

Four and five are elders and seniors.

Six are the magic towers.

And Richard was a senior researcher with a three-star rating. It may seem low at only three stars, but considering the number of elders and seniors above him, he was definitely a senior member.

If you have dozens or hundreds of disciples under your feet, power comes automatically.

“Even if there are no talented people in the world, that’s still the case. So you’re accepting a black magician as a warrior?”

He didn’t like this situation itself.

A warlock becomes a warrior.

Since ancient times, black magicians have been a source of harm to humanity, and at the same time, they were the Demon King’s closest associates. Recently, thanks to the zeal of several black magicians, their reputation has improved a lot, but… there’s no denying that they are dark and sinister.

And Richard was one of the more staunch opponents of the Warlocks.

But, the fact that the warrior is a warlock and also enters the auction house of the magic tower I belong to… I can’t help but feel frustrated.

Sometimes I think like this.

No, was he really a warrior in the first place?

Just listening to the news from the banquet hall, it seemed like he was a total idiot. I heard that he wasn’t on good terms with the party members.

In the meantime, I even learned black magic.

Maybe God chose the wrong warrior.

Or maybe it’s something disguised as a warrior. This makes me think.

As I was spending time with such feelings of doubt, annoyance, and discomfort, news came again.

“What? He bought a black magic tool for a lot of money?”

It smelled really bad. At least that’s what he thought. So he made a decision.

“Let’s try refusing the sale first.”

“Yes? But the auction has already ended···.”

“What if something big happens after giving me a black magic tool?”

“Still, this is a procedural issue···.”

“Are you refusing your superior’s orders?”

Sales were stopped immediately.

Of course, this decision wasn’t made without thinking. If we stop selling like this, they’ll definitely come here to find out.

Then, let’s have a conversation. Why do you want to buy this? What are you going to use it for? etc.

And if the reason is convincing, they will sell it again, with a discount at night.

At least he thought it was a good idea.

But there was something he was mistaken about…

This is a clear abuse of power, and he has crossed the line.

The point is that the warrior is not a moderate being who can communicate.

Because of that, the poor Ma-Tap had to pay the price···.

First of all, as he had expected, the warrior returned to find out. But in a much more drastic way than he had expected.

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Since ancient times, violence has been an excellent means of communication.

Whenever there has been a major change in human history, violence has always been involved.

What is the reason?

Because there are so many kids in this world who just ignore you when you talk. So, you have no choice but to open your ears first.

And in my view, this tower falls into that category.

Boom!

I buy a suitable iron sword from the store and swing it around.

The door was opened more easily than expected, perhaps because no strengthening magic had been applied.

“Kyaaak!”

“Where the hell is this guy barging in from!”

Indeed, perhaps because it was a magic tower, the ones who were tripping were magicians.

Among them, there were some who had combat experience, and there were also a few who calmly commanded their surroundings.

Mainly 3-star and 4-star wizards.

I looked at them and said.

“Bring the CEO.”

Give me my stuff.

“This guy is after the Lord of the Tower! No way!”

“You can’t take another step from here!”

Of course, the wizards, being the fucking racist bastards they are, were not going to let me go forward. I could see magic circles being embroidered here and there. Clear signs of hostility.

There’s nothing we can do about it. We just have to go through it.

Wrap your whole body in magic.

The particle structure is clumped together and made as solid as possible. The cohesion is strengthened by making them entangled with each other.

It was my first time doing this, so there were some difficult parts, but I somehow managed to do it.

As we were creating such a thin barrier, an alarm came to mind.

[Congratulations!]

[I’ve acquired the ‘Magic Shield’!]

I finally got it. I mean, a defense-related skill.

Although it is almost a common skill, it will be useful until you switch to another defensive skill.

I trusted my shield and charged forward. Magic was flying everywhere, but it only stung a little.

“That guy won’t stop!”

“Ugh! What on earth is that guy doing here!”

I said, pushing one of the guys aside.

“I came to talk to the person in charge.”

“Nonsense!”

“Do you think I’ll let you in just like that?”

Of course I didn’t hear it properly.

If so, I just move forward.

He picks up his sword and swings it at the guys.

As he charged up his magical power and swung down diagonally, shockwaves spread in all directions. Some of the incompetent magicians were even blown away.

If I had attacked directly, it would have been powerful enough to kill even a three-star wizard… but I had no intention of trying to kill him.

Even if you are a warrior, it would be a big problem to kill someone who is roaming around the empire.

From a rogue warrior to a maniacal murderer, it only takes a moment. Even though it may seem like I’m acting recklessly, I’m constantly measuring the line.

After swinging it a few times, a passage leading upstairs opened up. I saw some wizards going upstairs to report on the situation, but I left them alone.

The more it spreads to higher and greater people, the better. That way, the less likely it is that we will repeat the same annoying things as we are doing now.

I need to let him know that he’s crazy.

As I walked a few steps like that, this time a rather different figure blocked my way.

“Stop! You can’t go any further than this!”

A 4-star wizard. Elder level.

A middle-aged wizard wearing a dazzling magic robe draws a magic circle.

“Okay!”

“The elder himself came forward!”

“It’s over now!”

The lower level wizards cheered when they saw him. They seemed confident that the elder would definitely stop me.

Well, that makes sense. Wherever you go, the elders are on a different level.

Hurrruk!

A hot fireball gathers in the sky.

An enormous magical force could be seen swirling in the air, pulling them together.

He threw it at me without hesitation.

I had no choice but to prepare for this.

With the magic shield at its maximum, and with blood flow acceleration and battle focus turned on, take the standard stance of the Bright Ryu swordsmanship.

Bright Ryu swordsmanship is basically a defensive swordsmanship.

If you know the flow and timing of magic, you can even deflect magic.

Ting!

That’s exactly what it is.

“No, how!”

I could see the elder guy was shocked. Without hesitation, I walked up to him and put the pain imprint in.

The pain given is a bruise. It is a normal pain that can be felt occasionally in daily life.

Since the opponent was a weak magician, I gave him some leeway.

“Keuheukk···!”

The black sword-wielding man groaned and fell to his knees.

Surprise was seen all around.

“Ugh, black magic!”

“This guy is a warlock!”

The elder with a pained face said.

“Hey, what’s your purpose?”

“It’s nothing. I just came here to ask for something. I’m going to have a few conversations with the most senior person.”

“On the subject of an evil warlock… Do you think I would believe that!”

“Believe it or not, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I decided it.”

“Unfortunately··· Lord Matap is not here right now.”

You’re not here?

It looks like he went on a business trip for a while. Come to think of it, the Red Tower Lord often went out to the Magic Tower in the game.

But that’s okay. I didn’t plan on meeting Matapju in the first place.

“It’s okay. It doesn’t have to be the top of the tower, as long as you’re a tall person, that’s enough.”

“You can’t do that guy···. You can’t···.”

The guy just kept repeating that he couldn’t do it. It seemed like he didn’t want to send him forward even if it meant dying.

What on earth did you see in me that you’re blocking me like that? Even though I caused a lot of trouble and used black magic, I was able to have a calm conversation with you.

Anyway, I didn’t get anything out of him. I tried to move forward again.

It was then that someone’s voice was heard again.

“That’s your request. I’ll listen to it.”

A voice that is not very loud, but can be heard clearly.

It was a voice closer to that of an old man than a healthy adult male.

I turned my head and looked at him.

“I never dreamed I would see you here, warrior.”

5 star wizard. Senior level.

Although his tone was calm, his face was very stiff.

I don’t know if he’s angry because of the mess I made, or if he’s nervous about the mess I made. I don’t have the power of mind control, so I can’t tell.

“Finally, someone has appeared who will listen to me.”

“You seem to be even more incompetent than I thought.”

Maybe it’s simply a curse.

Still, it seemed like the conversation would work. He seemed more than capable of giving me what I wanted.

I asked, slung the sword roughly over my shoulder.

“So you’ll grant my request?”

“Yes, that’s right. But there is a condition.”

He raised one finger.

As if he wasn’t going to do anything if I didn’t listen to him.

Finally, he says something in a calm voice.

“Let’s have a match.”