How a Former Pro Takes Advantage by Doing an Easy Job

Chapter 492. Magic tower master match (6) + New generation wizard (1) What's more nerve-wracking is the result of the confrontation between the two motives.

‘Because both of them are determined to win without concessions. I don't know what the outcome will be.'

Even though he deliberately told Dia about Grelevel, he showed little signs of agitation. Didn't seem to have any other effect.

Who will be the next Mage Tower owner? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious.

Above all, the game will change depending on who wins.

can't help but care

“…Maybe I should think about it sooner or later?”

Lumie glanced around somewhere in the workshop and smiled.

“...Umm~ Is something going to work out?”

She shook her head and sighed alone.

A new generation of wizards (1)

A day goes by in an instant.

Eventually, the time came for the final match to take place.

The day has come when the last two candidates for the Mage Tower will compete.

I occupied the VIP seat and watched the arena as I did yesterday.

“...Dia, that guy seems to be really determined.”

Dia has already come out first and is waiting for her opponent.

“Did she think this was the right answer in her own way?”

Even if your motivation is an opponent, you just have to face it confidently. It is her conclusion. And when I saw it, that was the correct answer.

Around that time, on the other side, it was finally the last remaining candidate.

Gravel appeared.

He, too, stood in his seat, burning with the will to fight, as if it were natural.

Even though it hasn't even started yet, it seems that the energy of two people with opposite temperaments is already colliding.

‘Oops.

Grelevel's excessive murderous intent and ferocious mana.

It's hard to evaluate it properly even with empty words.

‘I taught you wrong.'

I honestly don't like it.

If you look at that, you can clearly see how that guy's teacher taught him.

‘Dia seems to have her own thoughts, so let's leave that kid alone.... After all, she's someone we have to overcome.'

First of all, all I have to do is watch.

That is your duty as a teacher.

Two people standing facing each other in designated seats.

Probably, in each of the heads of the two of them, countless plans for the magic that would unfold later were intertwined.

There will be no time to think of other trivial thoughts.

[then! The deciding match to determine the next Top Owner candidate! I'll put an end to it! Please, a fair match that is not ashamed of the history of the Mage Tower!]

The referee shouted and announced the start of the duel.

The circle of two people at the same time rotates fiercely, causing mana to flow intensely and quickly.

As if competing, the two aimed their wands at the same time.

“Mass Lightning Cannon!”

A hundred bolts of lightning formed around Gravel.

“Flame Lance.”

An equal number of spears of flame appeared around Dia.

Then, as if competing with each other, the two large amounts of attack magic poured out towards both sides and swept each other roughly.

Lightning flashed incessantly, tearing through the ground.

Every time the window of flame falls, the fragments are flipped loudly.

A sight reminiscent of a small-scale war.

While the attack magic was constantly falling toward each other.

Two wizards are casting another spell.

In the first place, this isn't magic to defeat the opponent.

Deterrence in any way.

It is nothing more than a firecracker to cover the opponent's eyes and ears and distract them.

“Absolute Freeze Shell.”

The completion of the next spell was slightly faster at that level.

Through the deflagration, a huge ice crystal could be seen above his head.

It's not just a bullet of ice.

That crystal itself embodies a high concentration of cold air.

It is a shell sealed with strong cold air that freezes it upon contact.

The shell of cold air falls right on Dia's head.

“...Prominence Ray.”

Dia uses magic to intercept quietly.

A large number of heat rays rising from the feet break the ice shell and collide with the cold air flowing from the inside.

When high heat and cryogenic energy collide, rapid air currents occur due to the rapid temperature difference.

That way, even if the attack is blocked, it will only be swept away by the air current.

However, as if aiming for it, Dia pointed her staff at the current and used magic.

“Lightning Hurricane.”

A storm with electric shocks broke out, and the air current entwined it, further inflating its power.

A huge and sharp tornado that could not be generated with the scale of simple one-off attack magic was generated, and under Dia's control, the wind all poured toward that level.

“Kuh!

Gravel gritted his teeth and deployed a magic barrier, perhaps feeling the unusual pressure from above his head.

As soon as he secured his own space, completely isolated from external shocks, a massive storm immediately hit.

The sharp storm under Dia's control literally shattered the entire surroundings of Gralevel.

“Hmm.... We haven't looked after each other since the beginning of the skirmish.”

I smiled bitterly at the sight.

I secretly watch the other audience members, but the other wizards are also at a loss for words and are stunned.

“...The problem is that it's just the beginning.”

Perhaps realizing that fact, the expressions of some wizards are even more tense.

and that moment.

In the storm under Dia's control, the mana pressure emitted by that level began to rise rapidly.

“...Haaaaaaaaa!”

It's not even a spell, it's a trick to simply release the raised mana to the surroundings.

It's simple, but sometimes it works.

Pure mana is sometimes useful depending on how you use it.

In particular, there is nothing like this to interfere with the phenomenon made of magic.

The mana that Gralevel spewed out at once tore the storm under Dia's control in all directions.

Even if Dia tries to immediately control the storm, it is difficult to control it further because of the mana already released by the level.

So the wind dispersed in all directions and became calm.

Dia saw the sight and talked to Grevel.

The conversation between the two cannot be heard outside.

I had the ability to read just the shape of my mouth, so I was able to understand it to some extent.

“…Really different from before, Gravel.”

“shut up. What are you talking about knowing a genius?”

“What are you so angry about?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

“...is it because of that damn bastard?”

“...I do remember. No, Lumie must have said it, right?”

Even while having a conversation like that, the two of them are constantly competing with magic.

All kinds of powerful magic rained down on each other and crashed into each other.

They also teleport from time to time to change positions, occupy a vantage point from the opponent, and do their best to defeat the opponent.

It is truly a local war.

Even in the middle of such a chaotic battle, the mouths of the two are talking independently of the situation.

Perhaps the audience can't even imagine that the two of them are talking right now.

However, the two are talking while engaging in magic warfare as if they didn't care about that fact.

“You will not know. How we... the other disciples were treated while you were being praised as a genius.”

“I don't understand. I’ve never really been pampered.”

“gibberish!”

Gravel roared and emitted magic bullets.

Dia lightly bewitched it and sent it flying into the sky.

It seems more like a swarm rather than an attack.

“That's the sound of full geniuses! What do you think we were like while you were receiving attention as a young promising star! Always compared to geniuses, and not growing at the same speed as you, we had to be let down and humiliated as we pleased! And it was thrown away like garbage.”

“Is that why you are pursuing evil magic now? It's obviously unfortunate, but it's not a problem that can be understood by that, is it?”

“Apart from you and Lumie, there are only three of my classmates at the time! All of those guys lost their hearts and lost their talents due to the wrong teachings and were abandoned in the tower!”

“…What does that have to do with this?”

“I don’t know! This power was built up against geniuses like you. When no one was paying attention, Master taught me how to... surpass geniuses!

And I will become the owner of the mage tower and change it!”

The level's mana rises again.

As if it is almost at the limit, the circle rotates and resonates at a level that is feared that it will scream.

“I will press and prove all geniuses! Relying on talent, I will destroy those who claim that talent is everything and reorganize the Mage Tower!”

“...Do something meaningless.”

“what'?”

When Dia clicked her tongue as if feeling sorry for her, Grelevel frowned.

“You seem to be misunderstanding. I never once thought of myself as a genius. I have never lived on that.”

“joy! That’s the bullshit of those who have it!”

Gravel raised his mana again as if he had no intention of listening.

“...Such unreasonable management. It is reckless.”

Dia judged that her words were wrong, so she corrected her staff and tried to devise a counter magic.

But for a moment, she tilted her head as if wondering.

It was because the pattern of mana released by that level had changed.

“Now that…?”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

Grebel smiled arrogantly and raised his arms high as if to show off.

Originally, the circles he forcibly rotated were seven.

That must be the power that the 7th class master can use.

However, at some point now, the number of presences in that circle increased.

A total of 8 mana in the circle that was detected at some point.

“Somewhat urgent means or over the wall!

With this, I am beyond genius!”

Grelevel shouted while being stained with madness.

8 classes!

This time, his voice must have been heard by other wizards as well.

I glanced outside the arena and heard the muffled voices of most mages.

I barely listened.

“…Class 8?”

“Did that friend definitely say that?”

“No way?...”

“No matter what, it must be a joke.”

Half astonished, half disbelief.

Well, some of them have grasped the truth and hardened.

Helmin seemed quite surprised as well, probably realizing that it wasn't a joke.

“...8th class.”

I murmured as I glared at the rising level spewing mana.

Obviously, the number of mana circles increased.

A circle is not like a rubber band that increases if you want to lengthen it and shortens it if you want to shorten it.

Did you reach the end of the stage and cross the wall with the current battle?

It's not common, but it's not rare either.

When was the time when many masters appeared in ancient times?

It was the war that the fight was frequent.

For mages who always practice, the few actual battles might be an opportunity to jump over the wall.

However, I tilted my head as I sensed his maddened face and the mana he radiated.

Especially now, the increase in that mana circle clearly felt a sense of incongruity.

“Hmm, that kid… Something isn’t clear, right?”

Simply ‘Is that so?.' There is no doubt that there is a corner that I do not understand.

“Is it because of the mood… Or...

I glanced away and noticed another seat of honor on the other side of the bleachers.

In the midst of each of these elders watching there, in astonishment...

Was it France?

I saw that only the elder smiled as if this situation were natural.

no way?