‘So this is what it feels like… I think I understand it to some extent.’

Lennok gradually tightened his fist, contemplating as he deflected incoming attacks.

He was trying to retain the sensation he once had in his hands, as if he didn’t want to let it slip away.

He had engaged in a few battles with other wizards, but truthfully, the magic they utilized didn’t captivate Lennok’s interest.

Either it was on a level where Lennok could mimic it with common magic or it simply failed to impress.

However, Aris’s magic was different.

It wasn’t limited to a single attribute but rather comprised a complex and unique blend of elements, covering a broad spectrum.

Merely observing the flow of mana held revelations within.

It approached the realm of practicality that couldn’t be attained solely through study and theoretical learning.

‘You split the flow of mana into four branches and intertwine multiple branches as needed. It’s like simultaneously controlling multiple attributes by inducing changes in properties.’

Although it wasn’t an efficient path for Lennok to follow, the concept of interweaving mana while altering the way magic is employed from the outset was worth investigating.

‘If it’s a matter of efficiency, I might be able to keep up at this moment…’

But if he were to dabble in it now, Aris wouldn’t leave Lennok in peace.

While Lennok was lost in thought, Aris, who had tidied her disheveled shirt, approached him.

“Hmm hmm.”

Does she find this amusing without even realizing it?

With an awkward expression, Aris coughed and extended her hand.

“Thank you for participating in the demonstration for our students.”

“It was nothing.”

“Indeed, your skills are worthy of being directly recruited by Dyke. I was particularly surprised by your ability to control the flow of mana towards the end. That level of control is a precision that cannot be achieved without assistance…”

Assistance, a similar form of assistance had been given to Lennok recently in the library.

“If you don’t mind me asking, which school do you belong to?”

“I doubt you would recognize it even if I told you.”

Lennok skillfully replied, not even moistening his lips.

“We aren’t well-known, and our interactions with the outside world are limited, so word hasn’t spread about us.”

“I see.”

Whether she sensed Lennok’s reluctance to answer or not, Aris didn’t pursue the topic further after that statement.

Lennok pondered, his gaze fixed on Aris’s graceful figure.

In that brief moment, he unconsciously analyzed the opponent he had engaged in a mana clash with.

Precise control over mana, accompanied by composure that remained undeterred by formidable magic right before her eyes.

Adaptability, taking into account the surroundings and reacting swiftly, much like Lennok himself.

And the stable yet vibrant unique magic of the elemental series.

‘There’s nothing to criticize.’

That was the conclusion Lennok arrived at after a brief period of contemplation.

Aris Richellen was undoubtedly the strongest wizard Lennok had encountered, excluding the Ascendant.

She, too, must have adjusted her actions considering the aftermath in her surroundings.

If her skill were to be measured in levels, how high would it be? Only after directly pitting their mana against each other did Lennok begin to estimate her skill level.

‘At least level 5, even if I underestimate it. Being a university professor isn’t an easy feat…’

While Lennok was lost in thought, it appeared that Aris had something she wanted to say.

With a slightly bashful expression, she asked a question.

“May I ask what brand of cigarettes you smoke?”

It was an unexpected question.

“Why do you ask…?”

“Well, um…”

She mumbled her words as if finding it difficult to explain.

“I thought it reminded me of someone I know, but I must be mistaken.”

Lennok was speechless.

Setting aside the absurdity of her answer, it seemed that he knew who she was referring to.

Meanwhile, Manya, who had approached the stage, quickly approached Lennok and whispered to him.

“Mr. Van, I think you can come down now. We’ll take care of the remaining schedule. The boss is waiting for you.”

As if he had been waiting for that moment, Lennok nodded.

“Alright, I’ll come down.”

Responding casually, he nodded at Aris.

She seemed to give up, shaking her head and turning away.

It had been a brief yet intense encounter. However, her final question was completely unexpected.

Could it be that the promise they made in the library held some significance to her?

It was impossible to determine at this moment.

Lennok gathered his thoughts and looked at the two individuals waiting for him below.

He had a rough idea. He knew that Dustin wouldn’t have requested Lennok’s participation if he only needed an average wizard.

Especially with a face-off against a skilled wizard like Aris Richellen, there was likely a purpose beyond simply satisfying Dustin’s curiosity.

For instance, the officials who might be observing from somewhere…

The skills that Lennok just demonstrated would undoubtedly have a significant impact on them.

His anticipation wasn’t unfounded.

As soon as Dustin ushered him into his expansive office that occupied an entire floor, he took his seat and offered a slight bow.

“I apologize for earlier. Given the circumstances, it was challenging to explain the situation.”

“The board of directors, I presume?”

Lennok’s response made Dustin slightly taken aback.

“Panua wasn’t wrong when she described you as an exceptional individual. Yes, the directors have convened for the first time in a while, prompted by the practical study of Rabatenon University. I needed to unveil the cards I possess in real time.”

“I apologize for the impromptu arrangement. I should have informed you in advance,” Dustin added, and Lennok nodded in understanding.

“As long as you fulfill your promise to reduce one request, that’s sufficient.”

“I assure you, that part is guaranteed. I will deposit the success fee you’ve earned so far into your account.”

When Dustin nodded at Panua, she reciprocated the gesture with a nod of her own.

“So, was it helpful? It was a bit hard dealing with the professor who led the university students, I hope it was worthwhile.”

When Lennok responded somewhat nonchalantly, Dustin nodded, as if he had expected that.

“Of course. Do you know who Aris Richellen is?”

“Other than being a skilled wizard.”

“She is a renowned talent from the Sinclair School of Magic Tower, and she is one of the prodigies who achieved the rank of a Level 6 Battle Mage at a young age. Although she is primarily dedicated to nurturing future mages, her own exceptional abilities would have secured her a place within the Tower if not for her strong determination.”

Lennok had sensed that she was an extraordinary wizard, but he never expected her to be a Level 6 talent.

“While she may not be famous among those outside the magical realm, anyone of significance would recognize this prominent figure, including her appearance. Demonstrating an apparent match against such a skilled wizard holds significant meaning.”

Dustin wore a proud smile.

“Of course, it will have a significant impact on the shareholders, and if executed well, it may even lead to internal divisions within the board of directors. You did well, and now the rest is up to us.”

“I would prefer if you focused on the future projects. All of this will be in vain if we don’t finalize the deal in the 40s districts.”

At the pointed remark, Panua’s expression tensed for a moment, but Dustin brushed it off with a laugh.

“That’s a keen observation, and you’re not mistaken. I acknowledge that we initially underestimated the outer districts.”

“However, it’s entirely my fault for not being able to assemble the appropriate manpower for the plan, not a mistake on Panua’s part. I hope you understand that at least. I don’t want your trust, as well as hers, to waver due to my error in selection.”

Dustin stated, winking at Panua, who bowed her head silently.

“She’s truly handling all the necessary work for this project. Taking over a portion of the arms business already established in the 40s districts means we have to appease certain political figures who have invested there. She has been occupied with managing the collaborations we maintain with other companies that she overlooked what truly mattered.”

‘Long.’

In reality, Lennok couldn’t care less about how hard Dustin and Panua were working.

To be blunt, he had no interest in sympathizing with their situation. Perhaps Dustin believed that a wizard oblivious to the affairs of the world would empathize with their predicament.

The first to notice Lennok’s gaze cooling gradually was not Dustin, who was enthusiastically speaking, but Panua, who had been observing his expression.

She unconsciously glanced at her wristwatch, which she had been fidgeting with, and then whispered to Dustin.

“Sir, it seems it’s time for the meeting you promised with the directors. It would be best if you could leave now…”

“Ah, is it already that time? I’ve talked for too long.”

Dustin abruptly cut his words and stood up from his seat.

He picked up his jacket hanging on the armrest of the chair and made eye contact with Lennok.

“I will make sure to make up for what happened today. Thank you for your time. And everything I said was genuine. I hope you understand that.”

Lennok silently watched Dustin as he exited the office, leaving Panua behind.

Observing Lennok’s demeanor, Panua spoke as if making an excuse.

“He didn’t mean to justify the initial operation. It’s just that the perspective of those focused on internal affairs and the perspective of field workers differ. If you could understand that…”

“It’s disheartening.”

“….Pardon?”

“Just go back.”

Interesting.

More intriguing than Dustin and Panua’s seemingly absurd excuses was the unusually strong bond of trust between them.

Dustin, as the leader of a group, could swiftly accept the opinion of a field worker not due to his own inadequacy but because he placed immense trust in Panua.

And that trust was connected to the wristwatch she fiddled with whenever she felt pressured.

Even as Lennok rose from his seat, he kept that fact in mind.

There was a high likelihood that the personal trust relationship between these two would prove helpful when he eventually had to break away from Dyke.

Panua glanced suspiciously at Lennok, who smoothly departed, but concluded that what’s good is good and quietly bowed her head.

“We’ll conclude our schedule within three days and initiate the third operation. We must ensure we sever their arms and legs while Cigar Bang is disoriented.”

“With Platon already turned, only one remains.”

“Yes.”

Panua nodded.

The familiar scent of the one-room apartment filled the air.

After a quick wash, Lennok headed to the kitchen and began retrieving the supplements he had neatly arranged in the cupboard, one by one.

Lennok’s obsession with health remained.

In fact, it had intensified as he acquired more wealth.

The substantial amount of money he had earned from consecutive operations with Dyke had made him unhesitant when it came to online shopping.

The number of supplements he had been gradually accumulating whenever he had the chance had now exceeded ten.

With practiced movements, Lennok poured a handful of pills into his palm and swallowed them all at once, washing them down with water.

“Phew…”

Lennok didn’t believe that he could transform his naturally frail body with just these supplements.

It wasn’t because he was out of breath from his usual activities or struggling to skip due to a lack of nutrients.

The Stemmonia elixir, which he had invested a fortune in, only provided temporary relief from certain penalties and removed toxins caused by smoking.

He knew better than anyone that escaping the constraints imposed by his absurd talent against the heavens required more than these mere nutritional supplements.

However, he believed that doing something was better than doing nothing, and he believed that such an attitude can steadily improve the quality of life.

If he didn’t put in subtle efforts every moment, he’ll fall off this precarious tightrope at any time.

He mustn’t forget.

Risk and reward. It was his strong will to live that enabled him to walk precariously, balancing between the two.

And Lennok couldn’t tolerate any laziness or annoyance that would dilute that desire.

“It’s ironic.”

Was it merely a coincidence that as his rationality as a wizard strengthened, his thirst for life intensifies whenever he realizes the talent inherent in his soul?

Because he was more rational than anyone else, he may have desired life more desperately than anyone else.

Lennok forcibly shook off these thoughts and bit into a celery stick from the fridge.

Although it was known as a popular diet food rather than a health food, it helped burn calories and contained fiber that improved digestion. Lennok kept it in the fridge and would eat one whenever he felt bored.

Sitting next to the refrigerator and trembling slightly, Lennok began to draw up mana.

The mana swirled in his hand, accompanied by the familiar warmth, and slowly infiltrated the bullet he held, settling within.

Sa-gak, Sa-gak.

Characters and symbols that Lennok wasn’t familiar with formed a spiral as they engraved themselves in a row on the surface of the bullet.

The moment the head and tail of the character, starting from one side, met after completing the circle.

Boom!

A bright light erupted from the bullet he held, only to be quickly absorbed back into it.

Lennok silently gazed at the bullet, a smile creeping onto his lips.

The magic he had just imbued into the bullet was [Ignite], a common magic spell that created a flame the size of a bonfire.

The fact that nothing happened despite using magic on a bullet could only mean one thing.

After receiving a clue from Amnac Pharmaceuticals’ request, Lennok had finally managed to properly enchant a moving object.

“I should be grateful to Aris.”

The foundational knowledge he had gained from studying enchantment magic applied to the Five Fingers of Enakphil.

When he incorporated the principles of the unique magic that he had realized through his duel with Aris, he finally achieved proper enchantment magic.

The key was not to simply draw the original form of the magic circle onto the object while maintaining it, but to carefully include the structure of the object itself within a single magic circle.

It was important to subtly divide the structure of mana and intentionally draw an incomplete magic circle.

There was rapid progress once he realized that he didn’t need to be constrained by the circular form and could disregard changes in coordinates.

Of course, the duration of the enchanted magic itself was very short, but the important thing was that he had grasped the concept.

Once he had set the right direction, all that remained was to improve his skills.

“If I can apply this properly to weapons like guns…”

It would be possible to minimize the strain of consecutive magic usage while still having a diverse range of capabilities.

Lennok clenched the bullet between his fingers and leaned his head against the wall.

“I have a lot to do once this is over.”

Training in enchantment magic, practicing teleportation magic using the Five Fingers of Enakphil, seeking clues about Thorben School’s unique electric magic.

This was an opportunity to significantly enhance his combat abilities, which had been lacking until now.

His body was tired, but his mind was clear with anticipation for the abilities he would acquire.

Lennok smiled faintly as he reached next to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills.

It seemed that he would be able to sleep more comfortably than usual tonight.

“Alright.”

Panua, setting down the smartphone she had been holding, spoke with a bright expression.

Manya, who had been waiting, responded.

“Has the approval finally come from the council?”

“They said it wouldn’t matter as long as we can clean up before reaching the checkpoint. We should have enough time for that.”

“It was worth the month-long lobbying with the council elders.”

As Manya, who seemed tired and rubbed her eyes, spoke, most of the recent work of the project team led by Panua had revolved around lobbying the city council.

Even if everything went smoothly, they couldn’t wrap things up without permission from the city government.

Conversely, if the city council turned a blind eye, it meant that Panua could direct all her efforts toward the Gang without hesitation.

“If it weren’t for the agreement with the autonomous region, we wouldn’t have achieved these results. The city government doesn’t have spare time to focus elsewhere right now. We need to wrap things up quickly before the old timers change their minds.”

“We need to inform Wizard Van about this.”

“Yes, before they make a move on their side, we should-“

BANG!!

Before Panua could finish her sentence, the building trembled slightly with a loud noise coming from outside the window.

Both Panua, wide-eyed as she gripped the armrest of her chair, and Manya, her mouth stiffening, simultaneously turned their gazes toward the window.

The revolving door in front of the Dyke headquarters had been completely shattered, and a large body lay sprawled in the resulting pit.

Manya sighed as she confirmed the bomb vest wrapped around the body and the exposed back.

“It seems they’re aware that time is running out.”

“…The Gang?”

“Yes,” Manya replied.

“It appears that the boss himself has extended an invitation.”

Bloodied letters were visible on the exposed back, bearing a message from the Gang’s boss, Eden.

“Come and meet me.”

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