Mastermind
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Chapter 44
“Ice Crystal.”
As he confirmed the massive ice wall forming in front of him, Alon let out a deep sigh behind his expressionless face.
‘What on earth is going on here?’
He was extremely confused by the situation. From Alon’s perspective, it was understandable: while he was listening to a conversation at the tower in the center of the city, the whole area suddenly shook as if it were about to collapse, forcing him to rush out. And when he did, this scene unfolded before him.
What’s more, the situation went far beyond Alon’s understanding.
‘Those two ... It looks like they used Abyssal Entities.’
Alon recalled the thick, dark energy flowing from the bodies of Malian and Kalman, who had just tried to kill Seolrang.
‘How?’
To his knowledge, Abyssal Entities weren’t supposed to appear at this point. In the original storyline, these items only started to spread across the world after two of the Five Great Sins showed up.
The effect of these items was simple: even if the one who absorbed the Abyssal Entity was weak, they would still gain divine power. Although its mechanism wasn’t explained even in ‘Psychedelia’, there were many speculations that Abyssal Entities were introduced in the game purely to balance the difficulty level.
The enemies who used Abyssal Entities always became overwhelmingly stronger than before.
So, while Alon was curious why Malian and Kalman had Abyssal Entities, he soon dismissed the thought. What mattered most now was not that, but how to overcome the current situation.
Alon assessed the situation with cold precision.
‘Remaining magic uses: zero.’
He had already used three spells to create the frigid wasteland, one to shoot and kill Malian when he tried to harm Seolrang earlier, and one to shield himself from a possible attack. He could no longer use magic.
That is, ordinarily.
Gulp—
Without hesitation, Alon uncorked a bottle hanging from his waist and drank it. It was a top-grade mana potion given to him by Penia, the vice-tower master of the Blue Tower.
‘With this, I can stall for time with two more spells, but the barrier will disappear in 20 seconds.’
After finishing the potion, Alon quickly turned his gaze toward the fallen Seolrang. Having secretly prepared magic for a considerable amount of time to avoid detection, he had already grasped the rough sequence of events.
Seolrang’s eyes, when he glanced down at her, were filled with emptiness, despair, and intense rage. Dark energy poured out from her entire body.
Seeing her like that, Alon immediately took out another potion from his waist. It was the highest-grade potion he had received half a year ago when many gifts had come pouring in for him.
“Drink this.”
Alon crouched down, pushed the potion into Seolrang’s mouth, and whispered to her.
“The only ones who betrayed you are those guys, so don’t worry.”
“Is that ... really true?”
“Yes.”
He answered clearly, though in truth, Alon also didn’t know how many of the Golden Mane Tribe had sided with Ralga.
Even if Seolrang wasn’t one to think deeply about such matters, it wouldn’t take much reflection to realize that there wasn’t much credibility in what Alon was saying.
Still, the reason he lied was because, at this moment, he desperately needed her help.
‘There’s only one chance, and Seolrang has to block their attacks until I can prepare my spell.’
Alon’s magic took a long time to cast. He knew all too well how foolish it would be to expect the enemies to wait during that time. That’s why Alon had lied—to get Seolrang, who was drowning in despair, to act immediately.
“Can you hold them off until I finish my spell?”
Alon had fed Seolrang the entire high-grade potion. Despite staggering slightly, she firmly stood up and nodded.
“Yes.”
Even though the poison wasn’t fully diluted yet, there was no other choice. Alon decided to trust Seolrang and began preparing his spell. Once the spell was ready, dealing with Kalman wouldn’t be a difficult task.
Even though Kalman had absorbed the Abyssal Entity and become stronger, ironically, Alon would become even stronger because Kalman had done so. He had placed a restriction—a power that could twist the world when facing gods.
“Hoo—”
With a light sigh, Alon formed a seal with his hands. In an instant, the cold ice wall that had been scattering frost disappeared as if it had never been there.
“Ice Snow.”
As he uttered the next incantation, frost swirled wildly around him, and assassins and members of the Golden Mane Tribe charged forward as if they had been waiting for this moment. There were dozens of them.
But—
“Shape.”
Despite her staggering, Seolrang began fending off the enemies charging at her, and as Alon watched her, he uttered his next phrase. He then closed his eyes and recalled the words spoken by that formless entity earlier.
‘You may have lost the great legacy of the past, but those who understand magic know that its essence lies in the fact that a ‘Magus’ is someone who implements the laws of this world.’
‘The array of magic, the incantations, and even the names—all of them exist to implement those laws. Only when everything is arranged properly in accordance with those principles can—’
‘It be called magic.’
“Fame of the Snowy Mountain.”
As Alon spoke, a round sphere formed between his middle and ring fingers and froze. But it didn’t just freeze; each individual point of the magical array he had prepared bloomed like snowflakes, with each hexagonal plate as the starting point for a unique flower.
‘It seems you only know a few phrases, but you also need to use sentences. Phrases can twist the laws, but sentences are the keys to opening certain doors that approach the laws of this world.’
‘Well, it’s not like today’s magicians have completely lost the names. They’ve just been overly simplified and unified, losing the original words in the process.’
‘Nowadays, they probably call it something silly like “Ice Spear.”’
“Blind Man’s Inevitability.”
The blooming flowers fully opened. The sphere at Alon’s fingertips was no longer a simple orb but a massive crystalline snowflake.
Crack—
At the center of that snowflake, a beautifully shaped spear formed in front of him.
And then—
‘But originally, that magic wasn’t called something as foolish as “Ice Spear.”’
“Ice Crystal Halberd.”
‘That’s the true name of what those foolish magicians forgot.’
After quietly speaking, Alon opened his eyes. He could see Kalman, with his dark gauntlets, staring at him with a frustrated expression, and Seolrang desperately holding him off.
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