Chapter - 363 - Magic Association (9) 2.txt
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[363] Magic Association (9)
Shirone blindly swung the blade and continued the offensive. Gaold, who was calmly dodging the attacks one by one, raised the corners of his mouth.
'That's correct. You got the first one right.'
Shirone isn't sparing her magic, she's not using it. Gaold only had one chance to attack. However, that once would kill Shirone with a probability close to 100%.
'No attack magic! First of all, I have to block it unconditionally!'
If Gaold was sincere, there was no way he would wait for Ataraxia to be completed. must die before that. Therefore, all attacks were in vain. Instead, he focused all his attention on Gaold's reaction.
'When? When is it?'
Time-sharing can complete two batteries at the same time, but there was no room to mount Photon Cannons in the remaining slots except for Ataraxia. Air guns should be avoided. Failure would only result in death.
'… … I'm sure you're thinking.'
It sounded like he could hear Shirone's head rolling.
Of course, this is your best decision. If there was one misjudgment, it was that I thought the power and speed of the air gun would be the same as before.
'Did you really think you could stop it? If that's the case, it's a bit unfortunate.'
Gaold had no intention of looking after Shirone's circumstances. He gave me two chances, and even set a rule so that only one counterattack was allowed. If the balance was set to this extent, the matter of life and death would be entirely up to Shirone. What if you still can't win? What can I do, he must die.
Right before Ataraxia was completed, Gaold held out his finger.
'Goodbye, Shirone.'
At the same time, Armand, who had been waiting to respond to only one response, hit the ground with his tentacles and retreated.
But even that was already within Gaold's expected range.
'This will be on a different level.'
Gaold fired the air gun as soon as he compressed the air without giving him the same leeway as before. There was a sound like metal breaking, and air bullets flew at great speed.
Shirone couldn't see, couldn't feel. That is the limit of humans who cannot open their schema. But he had another way out: imagination.
It was Lee Ji-seonda's choice that was designed in advance. If Gaold attacks before Ataraxia is completed, it means he will kill himself. Therefore, there was only one area to defend.
'Amgu!'
A black sphere was born in front of Shirone's face. It was a magic that could not be reached even through the Behemoth's forced rebound, but a small gravitational field was generated when it was over-faced with the power of transcendence.
The air gun that had been flying towards my forehead was sucked into the darkness with a hiss.
He had a record of eating a ton of plants in Khazra, but Gaold's air gun was on a different level. The black orb, unable to handle the energy, exploded in front of Shirone's eyes, creating a shock wave.
"Keugh!"
Armand's robe hardened in an instant to protect the owner. Blown away by the shock, Shirone jumped to the side, sticking his tentacles into the ground. Ataraxia, which had been completed before I knew it, was emitting a brilliant light.
'Magic boost!'
Shirone held out both hands and focused on the two magic power amplifiers in her palms. As the powerful Photon Cannon was born, it created small bubbles of light like water droplets around it.
'Immortal function here!'
The photon cannon rapidly expanded, pushing air in all directions. As the golden-yellow light oscillated in a disorderly manner, afterimages were formed on the retinas of those watching.
'Beyond the mind!'
When the mass was given to the limit, the mass of photons the size of a human torso shook so intensely that it could be seen with the naked eye. The noise of the mass spinning wildly was louder than the sound of thunder.
Fleur's face went white.
According to the rules, Gaold can no longer attack Shirone. On the contrary, Shirone's Photon Cannon was so powerful that it couldn't be compared to the first cast.
'How can light be compressed that much?'
Shirone frowned even more as if he was still not satisfied.
'A little more! little bit more… … !'
Anyway, Gaold can't attack himself. Dodge, block, or both. If so, you should make it impossible to avoid.
"Aaaaaaa!"
After pouring out everything available, a white orb reminiscent of a supernova was born. It is extremely amplified through ataraxia. Perhaps the entire bunker would be filled with energy.
Gaold muttered with a bitter smile.
"Damn it… … ."
Flash!
A huge wave of light pushed the entire radius.
Even Gangnan and the others standing behind Ataraxia turned their heads at the flash of light that burned their retinas. Even with my eyes closed, I could see the shape.
But Shirone could see. It was because Armand blocked 98 percent of the light entering the owner's eyes.
Then, a scene like deja vu unfolded before my eyes. The edge of the light quickly tightened, and the unimaginable atmospheric pressure trapped the energy of the Photon Cannon in the Bakum Press.
"Great!"
Gaold frowned and tightened the Bakum press even harder. As the energy finally stabilized, it gathered into an orb of light smaller than the palm of my hand.
Shirone was stunned.
'That person… … Are you really human?'
Gaold crouched like a beast, arms hanging down. His hair was bleached white without a single strand left. As he clenched his fists, the Bakum Press exploded and the Photon Cannons dissipated.
"Whoa. It was close."
Shirone was not the only one surprised. Neither Flew nor Gando had ever seen Old's hair bleached while assisting him.
Gaold stayed bent over for a long time. Then he turned to Shirone and smiled his eyes.
"… … Passed."
"I passed out already."
Kang Nan raised his glasses and entered the middle of the bunker.
Shirone was lying on the floor as if dead. Now, I don't lose my mind to the extent that I made full use of Ataraxia, but anyone can see that this demonstration was the best shot.
"Geuk, you completely squeezed it out. well, good."
Gaold brushed off his tingling arm a couple of times, then picked up the cord that had fallen on the floor and slung it over his shoulder.
Gangnan stared at Gaold's hair, which had been leaking white. The Bakum press this time meant that Gaold was also sincere. so it's passable
"You dye your hair. I'm already worn out, but I look older."
"Leave it alone. will grow again Are you saying it's fashionable to bleach your hair these days?"
"I heard that. But the face of the president of the association is not fashionable."
"Hahaha!"
Raising his head and laughing heartily, Gaold headed for the elevator.
He pressed the button and turned to Fleur.
"Hey, kid."
"yes yes!"
Flew, very nervous, responded, taking a posture.
I thought I knew a lot about Gaold during the two years I lived there, but I was wrong. Did he ever know that Old was not real?
Gaold pointed at the fallen Shirone with his chin and said.
"Take it and eat it. When you wake up, go up to my room."
"yes! All right!"
That was all Gaold showed interest in Flew.
Flew looked at him sadly.
Crying, pouring tears and snot, shouting that I respect you. She was her biggest courage in her entire life. But she did not seem to arouse any emotion in Garold. No, maybe she had already been erased from her memory.
"Flu."
Gando put his hand on Fleur's shoulder and said.
"I won't take Shirone."
"Oh, no. Of course I have to."
"Men are heavy. If you go up to the first floor, you can't even use magic."
Gando went into the bunker, put Shirone's arm on her, and lifted her up. Then he skillfully turned his body back and put him on his back.
Gando's voice reached Fleur's ears after watching for a long time.
"That was great, Fleur."
It didn't take long for Gando's words to be understood in his head. A thin smile was engraved on Fleur's lips as she looked at Gando with teary eyes.
"thank you."
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Shirone opened her eyes. Her head throbbed for a moment, but then she felt refreshed.
The place where he was lying was the recovery room of the Magic Association. The capsule, large enough for one adult, had a glass ceiling and soft cushions.
Shirone blinked a few times before the glass ceiling swung to the side. Flew's shabby face came through the narrow field of vision.
"how is it? Are you okay?"
"Ah yes. What happened?"
"I lost consciousness in the bunker. It's because you cast magic forcibly. From next time, increase the density even if it means reducing the spirit zone. It will prevent brain overload."
Fleur's voice was softer than before. It was awkward for her as a Shirone, but she didn't show it because she read the sadness in her eyes.
"thank you."
Shirone raised his upper body.
The same capsules as the one he had been lying on were lined up. Most of the glass ceilings were open, but someone was sleeping in a corner.
Flew turned to him and said.
"It's a duty officer. Sleep capsules increase mental activity. Don't push yourself too hard though. It is not omnipotent."
Shirone got out of the capsule and stretched. Her head was clear as if she had been in a deep sleep.
"How much time has passed?"
"2 hours. Surprisingly quick recovery. I was expecting about six hours."
Shirone, confident in her mental endurance, satisfactorily warmed up. Then he slowly turned his gaze to look at Fleur. Unlike a few hours ago, I felt a strange sense of distance.
"excuse me… … ."
"Follow me. The president of the association is looking for you."
Before he could speak, Flew walked towards the exit. Shirone followed her to her platform. As she waited for her lift, she checked her floor number.
"I'm telling you in case you didn't hear, but you passed."
I had no time to listen to Gaold because I passed out immediately after casting the photon cannon. However, seeing Fleur's downcast appearance, he expected it to some extent.
"thank you."
"You don't have to thank me. You will go to heaven with the association president."
Flew said what he knew.
Anyway, from now on Shirone would hear the highest level of secrecy that she would never have access to. She no longer had to watch her mouth.
"And we will be latecomers. Of course I am, but neither Gando nor Gaold can directly assist. It must be an operation of such a high level."
Fleur turned to Shirone.
"I don't know exactly what you're trying to do. But Ga Old said it was a project he had dedicated his whole life to. If there are helpers, they'll be the best wizards, and that's why they'll be a small elite. You are included in it."
Realizing what Fleur meant, Shirone felt apologetic. Being able to do something with someone as strong as Gaold was the highest honor as a wizard.
"sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
Ataraxia is a secret technique that Shirone risked her life to master. However, there were many wizards in the world who would throw away their lives as much as they could if they could raise their level. He was the reason why he couldn't just say he was handsome.
Flew smiled and shook his head.
To be honest, I ignored Shirone with the same thoughts. It was a blow to her pride that she was chosen by an old man with a magic she had obtained from someone else.
However, after watching him fight Gaold in the bunker, his thoughts changed. Flo also could die for Old, but he didn't have the guts to risk his life like Shirone.
"Don't think like that. Because you deserve the approval of the association president."
Hearing this from Flew was different from hearing it from anyone else. It was a short time, but the time when the shooter and the sub-shooter passed by like a kaleidoscope.
Sensing Shirone's sweet eyes, Fleur stepped back with a disgusted expression. Her hastily regaining her former form, she pointed her finger as if striking an enemy force penetrating her defenses.
"But it's still a long way off! I acknowledge the power of Ataraxia, but I need to refine it further to compensate for the risk. A real wizard must be able to respond to numerous anomalies."
Shirone did not listen. Flew's ability to subdue the vampires in Gold City was certainly outstanding enough to deserve the Magic Association's employee card around his neck.
"yes. I'll work hard, senior."
"joy!"
The elevator door opened with a clear electronic sound.
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Chapter - 364 - Worst Project (2) 4.txt
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[364] Worst Project (2)
Shirone arrived on the 18th floor. Any employee could come here, but crossing the door of the president's office was a completely different matter.
Fleur said to Shirone, who stood in front of the door and took a deep breath.
"Listen. Beyond this door is the president of the association."
Shirone turned to Fleur.
"What you hear here must never leak out. Because it is different from what I know. I won't ask you anything in the future. So don't be shy either."
Shirone could feel Fleur's determination. And he risked his life to get here too. I wondered what Ga Old would say, but at the same time I wanted him to be able to handle it.
Fleur knocked on the door in place of Shirone.
"Shirone is here."
The door opened and Kang Nan showed his face. After looking outside her first, she turned to Shirone.
"You're here. He recovered quickly."
"yes. Thanks for caring."
"come in. Flu goes down and does his business. great job."
Flew wasn't disappointed. From now on, it was no area for him to intervene.
"I just did what I had to do. then."
After Fleur left, Kang Nan opened the door wide.
Garold, who had finished dyeing, was burying himself on an old sofa in the president's office. The wallpaper smelled of acrid cigars.
"Are you here? sit down."
After sitting across from Gaold, Kang Nan served tea.
nobody spoke up All three of them knew who should open the fire.
"The labyrinth… … ."
Gaold finally spoke.
"He is my schoolmate."
"Yes, I know."
"He was such a strange kid. No, should I say stupid? One day he said he could create life. So I asked him to try it, and he said he needed a cadaver."
Gaold started the story from the maze. Shirone also pricked up her ears because she was as curious about the person named Miro as she was about Gaold.
"So I sneaked into the anatomy lab and took out the cadaver. Only tissue was harvested. Of course, if caught, she was expelled, but she didn't care at all. Then she was taken to the lab and there was a fish tank on her table. Strange devices are placed next to it, and the hoses are tangled and stuck… … ."
Gaold floundered exaggeratedly as if he was too lazy to express himself.
"Yes, I think I know where it is."
"They put all sorts of strange things in the tank. It was a very disgusting sight. So I said I would just go back, but they held on to me until the end. I have work to do. In the end, I was stranded and caught."
I couldn't believe that there was a time when Gaold, who seemed to overwhelm the world with just his eyes, was stuck in Miro. Just imagining it made me smile.
"So ready. Miro gave me a little cup. Then take the semen for a long time."
"Cool! Cool!"
Coincidentally, while drinking tea, Shirone's neck was choked.
"That, so… … Did you give it to me?"
"Am I crazy? Of course I shouted no and ran away, no, I left. But the next day, he said where did he get it from? He said he bought it. The experiment resumed. Boiling it made the water very disgusting. Miro called it primordial soup. i made a bet If anything comes out here, I'll run to school wearing only my panties."
Shirone smiled. It seemed that school life had not changed then or now.
"A month after the appointment, I went back to the lab. Miro was completely agitated and beside himself. I couldn't understand What do you really think will come out of it? It was just that he was a very erratic kid, so he was just playing along."
"haha! Yes."
At that moment, the emotion disappeared from Gaold's face.
"But there was."
"… … yes?"
"The disgusting fluid had already dried up, and the tank was covered in sticky slime. And inside were living creatures I had never seen before."
"I wonder if you brought it from somewhere… … ."
Gaold shook his head.
"no. I thought so too at first. But no matter what creature humans imagine, patterns based on knowledge will emerge. But that was completely different. It was a creature born in a truly unique environment."
Shirone couldn't believe it.
But Gaold's eyes were sincere. Even after he became a first-class great wizard, his eyes still trembled in shock as he recalled the situation at the time.
"I'm sure you would have thought the same as me if you were there. A sense of heterogeneity felt from instinct, not from the head. The creature was completely different from us."
"Mr. Miro… … How did you make it?"
Is it possible for humans to create life? Currently, the area that mankind has reached is only about Harvest, a magical creature with mobility. No one calls a harvest a creature.
"Miro kept quiet about it. He told me that today's events should never be known. But now I have a vague idea. Miro is the greatest scale wizard in the world. If he is in the specific space he has created, he will be able to quickly turn back hundreds of millions of years."
"Are you saying that primitive life evolved?"
"It could be. Anyway, that's not what's important. It doesn't matter that I had to run through school in my underwear. Thanks to that, I was branded as a pervert."
'Those things don't seem to matter.'
Shirone struggled to swallow the words that filled his throat.
Understanding Shirone's feelings, Gaold smiled. Of course, that doesn't mean that what I just said was a joke.
"Miro knew the creature wouldn't live long. In the end, he died a week later. Miro cried a lot that day. If that's the case, she'll think why did she make it, but she was such a weirdo. She couldn't catch the bell."
Shirone nodded. Just from the anecdote Gaold told me, he was by no means an ordinary person.
"It's not just living things. She was a creative genius. She created all sorts of unexpected inventions. How could she do that, she asked, and she said she could see it. When you hear the name of an object, the principle comes to mind."
"name… … If you hear?"
There was one thing that popped into Shirone's mind.
"okay. Maybe she has reached the Akashic Records. In any case, Miro quickly rose to prominence in the wizarding community. I opened Immortal Function a long time ago and thought it could twist space-time with magnetic force. But I wasn't interested in success. She was like a woman whose head was full of curiosity. That is how the Supernatural Psychic Science Research Society was formed."
"yes. I belong there too."
Shirone felt proud to belong there.
"Geuk, congratulations on twisting your life. There are three founding members. There's me, Miro, and one more stupid guy named Sein."
"A person named Sein has Servant Syndrome, right? I made the master key of Estas."
"what… … I'm not particularly fond of him."
Gaold simply omitted the explanation. It was a shame for Shirone, who wanted to hear where he was and what he was doing by now.
"and… … From now on, this is top secret you need to hear."
As Gaold corrected his expression, Shirone swallowed too.
"As a result, Miro's genius took the worst of the situation. The 12 monarchs with the most powerful power in the world, the 'Holy War', began to keep an eye on the labyrinth. They have been keeping an eye on the affairs of heaven for a long time. That's how the Valkyries of the Temple Army were created."
Shirone's expression darkened. The reason Orkamp, the king of Khazra, called him was to use Ataraxia to exert influence within the Valkyries.
"The Crusade, realizing that the final war was imminent, sought an heir to Guffin. In the process, the maze was won. A girl with a bright future quickly became a breakwater for humanity. can you guess The feeling of being trapped forever in a world of your own, with the fate of never growing old or dying?"
Shirone did not dare to respond.
"Finally, the trial began in the presence of renowned leaders from around the world. It is a day called the 20 Judges. The Empire's first-class envoys, the Pope of Lamie, a person called the Living Saint, the head of a human rights organization, and so on. To balance things out, Miro's teacher, Alpheas, and Tormia Kingdom Teachers' Association auditor, Olivia, also received the right to vote. The result was 16 for, 1 against, and 3 abstentions. In the end, it was concluded that Miro passed away."
"How did you do that… … ."
For Miro, it is weighing the lives of mankind and her own. Even if the decision was made voluntarily, it would not make sense for only 20 people to get together and put an end to one person's life when doubts about the truth were not enough.
"okay. The whole process was too complicated for me, but the world seemed to flow extremely easily. No one objected to the proposition that all mankind could be saved with the sacrifice of one person. After so many hectic days, the day to leave finally came. And the maze… … ."
Gaold's voice suddenly fell silent, and then the words disappeared. He was lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the meaningless space.
As his breathing became rough, thread veins rose in his eyes. Tears that did not match her strong face were welling up in her unclosed eyes.
-Please save Maze! I have lived my whole life as a servant of God without shame! I can give you my soul! So please Miroman… … !
-Did you say Gaold?
-please… … God bless this little servant! God's mercy… … !
-God will also forgive us.
Shirone looked around with a surprised expression. As if an earthquake had occurred, the equipment in the room rattled and trembled.
'what?'
Turning her head to Gaold, Shirone gasped for breath. Perhaps his tears had dried up, but Old's eyes were filled with an inexplicable storm of emotions.
The scenery changed, and a huge fire broke out.
A sense of intimidation that is different from what I experienced in the bunker. The difference was that this time Gaold was also in the hell.
Gaold's eyes curled up, revealing the whites. His face was completely distorted, his teeth baring his lips grotesquely torn.
'Ugh! This is too much.'
He was holding on with the power of incarnation, but real physical force, not his mind, was at work. If I continued like this, the 18th floor might explode.
Kang Nan's low, sharp voice came through the flames.
"President of the association."
Like a lie, the scenery of hell has disappeared. Garold narrowed his eyes as if he had come back to his senses.
Only then could Shirone breathe. She didn't even know that her whole body was drenched in cold sweat.
Gaold leaned back on the sofa as if nothing had happened. But he couldn't hear the story of the 20 judges from him anymore.
"Anyway, just like that, Miro passed away. Since that day, I have planned a project, and now it is only left to be realized. That is why I asked to see you."
Shirone calmed her startled heart and finished preparing to listen. After watching Shirone like that for a while, Old erected his upper body as if to bounce off and pushed her face.
"I will destroy the space-time of the labyrinth."
"… … ."
Shirone put Gaold's words into her head. And analyzed the meaning. The feeling after realizing it was much more eerie than when I first heard it.
"The space-time of the labyrinth… … Destroy?"
It meant to bring back the maze. From Gaold's point of view, it was natural.
But when that happens… … This world would be on the verge of destruction.
"If the time-space of the labyrinth disappears… … ."
"okay. Heaven's army will attack. Eight archangels, dozens of ordinary angels, hundreds of fallen angels, thousands of maras, giants and fairies, subjects armed with the firepower of ancient magic, schema, and mecha weapons. Whichever side wins, the world we live in will be devastated. I am telling you that."
Gaold did not hide the truth. This is because the resolution that has not changed even once in 20 years will not be shaken now.
Shirone rubbed her face with both hands. He was frustrated that his insecurities had become true. No, it was a much bigger problem than I expected in the first place.
It was to rescue a woman by holding all the lives in this world as collateral. She was not frightened or made a fuss about her. When she faced a level of trouble she couldn't handle, she felt rather cold in her head.
"Is there a way?"
If Maze could have been brought back, Gaold would have done so right away. In the end, he could only see that there was a condition at stake that would be difficult to achieve in any way.
"Of course it is."
Gaold smiled pleasantly. I trusted more than before in Shirone's appearance that never misses the point in any situation.
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Chapter - 365 - Worst Project (3) 1.txt
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[365] Worst Project (3)
"The time-space of the labyrinth is balanced at the halfway point between heaven and here. Let's call it pressure for ease of understanding. After all, you are squeezing the maze with the pressure on both sides equal. But what if the pressure on one side suddenly disappears?"
Shirone was horrified at the thought of Gaold's words.
"pop! The labyrinth will be shattered into pieces. That's why you can't bring the maze out. From the moment she created the dimensional wall, she was trapped there."
"But Heaven's position is different."
"okay. Heaven doesn't care about life and death in the labyrinth. It's enough for them to break down the dimensional wall and invade. A good example is the crack in the space-time of the labyrinth this time."
"Is that possible? That must be a lot of pressure."
"It's not impossible if the archangels do their best. They are the ones who handle the power of the moment the universe began. Amplified Ichael. Kariel of birth, Uriel of destruction, etc. it was all over However, Miro is also a genius who is hard to come out twice in the human world. That's why he became the successor of Guffin. Anyway, if I had closed her rift, she would have gone into a state of sedation. If she can't bring herself to her senses on her own, the situation has gotten worse. That's why we need reinforcements on our side as well. That is Shirone, you."
A heavy burden pressed down on Shirone's chest.
There are many strong people in the world. I couldn't understand Gaold who dared to point out himself while leaving such people behind.
"What can I do?"
"In ancient times, the Nephilim led humans to heaven. However, it was revealed that pure Nephilim no longer exist after the erasure of the Guffin. All that remains is the ruins of the Guffin. Which means, Heaven also has no way to approach us without the remains of the Guffin. So we… … ."
Gaold paused. It was the wariness that arises at the moment when the secret that only one knows about the gangnan should finally go into the ears of a third person.
"Hacking the Akashic Records will change the coordinates of this world."
"The Akashic Records… … Hacking?"
It was so absurd that I didn't even have time to argue.
Above all, the Akashic Records are the totality of the law changing the parts through the whole. Regardless of whether it was possible or not, if you mishandled it, something serious would happen.
"Is it really okay? If you change the coordinates… … ."
If the meaning of a single word changes, the world will be completely different. It's easy to say that it's a Guffin erasure, but it's like no one knows what the world was like before the Guffin erasure.
"Of course, it could be a disaster for humans. But that won't happen. It's not the interplanetary coordinates we're trying to change."
"then… … ?"
Gaold raised his index finger up and said.
"Change the coordinates of the beginning."
Shirone did not answer for a moment. It took me a while to understand what he was saying.
"So, the beginning of the universe?"
"okay. It will be 4-dimensional coordinates by adding time to 3-dimensional spatial coordinates. Although it is exactly 11 dimensions. If you change the coordinates of the beginning, the events after birth do not change. Then, in the end, Heaven will no longer find us."
"Because the absolute value has changed even though the relative value has remained the same."
It was different from the Guffin erasure. This is because you are not resetting the world, you are changing the initialization point.
As if he understood correctly, Gaold nodded.
"That's right. Because the coordinates have changed, the pressure on the maze also disappears. Then we escape with the maze. After that, seal all the remains of the Guffins all over the world, and that's it. You will be forever goodbye to heaven."
For Shirone, the operation finally came closer to reality.
Of course, success is still unpredictable, but at least in theory it was possible. And if it is theoretically possible, it is human beings who eventually reach it.
'The final war can be avoided. No one can die.'
Shirone, who had arranged that, asked.
"If I participate in the project, what role will I play?"
Gaold liked Shirone's if subjunctive. As a child, it was natural to assume the worst, and such prudence would benefit the team.
"The Akashic Records are in Ingris of Jebul. But heaven can only pass freely from the top to the bottom. Therefore, to enter Jebul without blood, you must go through Arabot."
Shirone recalled what he had experienced in heaven. If Ichael had not invited him to Araboth, he would not have even been able to approach Zebul, the resting place of angels.
"Then the key is how to break through Arabot. Most of Heaven's security devices are designed as mecha systems. Therefore, we will paralyze the mecha system and infiltrate Ingris."
"Is that possible?"
Shirone, who had firsthand experience of how sophisticated Heaven's mecha system was, was hard to readily agree with.
"Use the ancient weapon Tagis. A weapon that generates powerful electromagnetic waves (EMP). If you intercept it with the Targis, you can temporarily bring down the mecha system. There is only one unsettling factor."
Shirone's face hardened with tension. It would have been his job to remove that anxiety factor.
"The Akashic Records in Ingris are rebooted within 2 minutes through secondary storage when abnormally terminated. In other words, the time given to us to change the coordinates of the beginning is only two minutes."
"What if I use Tagis for secondary storage?"
Gaold burst into laughter when he saw Shirone who had the same thoughts as himself.
"It wasn't something I didn't consider. However, as a result of the investigation, the auxiliary memory device is not a mecha system."
The mecha system is a technology similar to magic engineering based on electrical power, and it is a system optimized for systematically classifying the Akashic Records.
"If it's not the Mecca System, what on earth can you store the Akashic Records for?"
Something flashed in Shirone's mind.
"no way… … ."
Gaold nodded with a serious face.
"okay. There is another Akashic Record in Heaven besides Ingris. It is Anker Rada."
Syrone guessed what Gaold was trying to say, and her heart pounded.
"It is estimated that Anke Ra may have been the first life form to perceive the universe. And for complete control, we created Ingris. As long as he remains intact, we will eventually have to fight against time. But what if the opposite situation? The success rate of the operation will increase dramatically."
Shirone let out a deep sigh.
"Are you telling me to assassinate Anchera?"
Gaold waved his hand as if to say something.
"No, no. You are very seriously mistaken. I'm telling you to blow up heaven."
Shirone's eyes flashed as if struck by lightning.
Destroy heaven? Putting aside the absurdity, it didn't even make sense rationally.
The enormity of heaven can be vividly drawn even if you close your eyes and think about it right now. By what means did he fly to heaven?
"What do I do that the president of the association cannot do?"
It was a question that struck a chord. But Gaold's eyes were full of conviction.
"You can. No, ataraxia can do it. The reason I blocked your attack wasn't because Ataraxia was poor. Because your photon cannon was weak."
Even Shirone couldn't deny that.
The original owner of Ataraxia is Archangel Ikael. And she had a history of amplifying Galliant's volcanic activity 20,000 times and ending the Kergos in an instant.
"But it is the same. Only I can use Ataraxia, and it is impossible to increase the power of the Photon Cannon in a short period of time."
"So I am asking you. If it's you, maybe you can find a way."
Shirone was frustrated. He seemed so immersed in the project that he couldn't understand what was being said.
"Even if you say that, how can you… … ."
"Shirone."
Gaold's eyes penetrated Shirone.
"can do. No, you have to. Raising the power of the Photon Cannon is probably one way. But if that's not possible, find another way. Ataraxia is more powerful magic than any ancient weapon possessed by the temple. Try to understand everything about Ataraxia. and find a way It is not a genius to run fast on the path that others have walked. Genius is creating something that doesn't exist. You have developed countless magics through your own batteries. I am looking forward to your genius."
Gaold raised his index finger.
"1 year. Within the next year, develop magic that can produce destructive power that exceeds Heaven's durability. If possible, flying all seven skies is the best. Even if not, at least you have to create enough power to not restore the mecha system."
Shirone was speechless. His head was so full of thoughts that it was about to explode. Gaold, on the other hand, returned to his carefree expression and asked for a cigar.
"This is all that can be heard in exchange for passing. If you succeed in this, no, if you seize even the slightest bit, you will be in the advance squad one year later."
Shirone thought carefully. And he took out the last card he had saved.
"Do you really think I would do that? Something that could lead to the death of many subjects."
"well. That would be something to think about in a year. Judgment will be made after that. Even if you don't, we go to heaven. I won't even blame you If you join the project, you become the enemy of the temple and the whole world. On the other hand, there is nothing I can give you."
"There is one condition."
Kang Nan looked back with a puzzled expression at the words that were close to half consent.
It is a life-and-death task, and the mission is also close to impossible. If things go wrong, you become a traitor to the world, and even if you succeed, you get nothing.
However, Shirone's answer contained no such calculation.
This time, even Gaold couldn't help but be surprised.
'Are you saying you're not shaken by anything other than your beliefs? okay… … Maybe you can be my savior.'
Gaold pretended to be nonchalant and lit a cigar.
"Yes, tell me. Anything that helps the project will be supported."
"If I had the power to destroy Heaven, and if I ever reached that point… … ."
"What if you reach it?"
"When I cast my magic, it must be after meeting someone I want to meet. If that doesn't work, I won't do anything."
"Hmm."
Gaold put the cigar between his fingers and looked up at the ceiling. I vaguely guessed who Shirone wanted to meet.
'It must be Ikael.'
Archangel who taught Shirone Ataraxia.
Of course, meeting her was for personal reasons, but now I had another reason to meet her.
But is it really possible? Considering that, the difficulty of the operation is greatly increased.
But there was no option to refuse. If Shirone really found a way to neutralize Ankera, the effect would be incomparable to the increase in difficulty.
"I will not ask who it is. But why are you trying to meet me? Is it worth meeting even turning the world into an enemy?"
Shirone responded with a question instead.
"Why is the president of the association trying to save Mr. Miro while turning the world into an enemy?"
Cigar smoke exploded from Gaold's mouth.
"Hey, I got it. Even if you don't tell me, you'll understand, but today's work is confidential. stay here for the time being I will support you with anything that will help you in this work. It will also help you in your school life. You want to graduate before you die."
"thank you."
There was no need to speculate. Now that I was on the same boat, this amount of help was natural.
When the story was over, Shirone got up from the sofa and headed for the door. Holding on to the doorknob, he was lost in thought for a long time before speaking with difficulty.
"I have met Mr. Miro."
"… … Is it?"
The answer was surprisingly bland.
The incident of being hijacked by Maze in the infinite realm is something only Alpheas and his friends know about, but Gaold, who has been tracking Shirone's whereabouts, vaguely expected it.
'Did I bring up something useless?'
I said it because I felt a sense of responsibility. But rather, to be calm may mean that you have been hurt beyond the scope of understanding.
"Then, I'll go."
Gaold said the moment Shirone pulled the door open.
"well… … How are you doing?"
Shirone recalled that time.
Even thinking about it now, it wasn't a particularly good meeting. She tried to trap herself in her maze of time and space, and eventually she was able to pass through the black hole and return to her original body.
Shirone looked back at Gaold and said with a smile.
"As I've heard, he's an erratic person."
"… … ."
Shirone left and the door closed.
Gaold thought for a long time. Then he chuckled and put out a cigar in the ashtray.
"He's a good guy."
Kang Nan said with a polite and cold expression.
"yes. Unlike the president of the association."
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[366] Special training (1)
Shirone was registered as an official tour student and ended up living in the association. He was Gang-Nan's idea that it was safe to make public statements before strange rumors began to spread.
The first thing I did was to write a letter to send home. Kang Nan inspected it, and permission was granted.
I went to the city to send a telegram, and when I returned, Fleur was waiting for me on the third floor.
"Did you send the letter?"
"yes. They said it would take about 5 days. But were you waiting for me?"
"huh. I was asked by the chief secretary."
Shirone still had the shockwave from Gaold's interview. When Kang Nan asked for something, I couldn't help but panic.
"Starting today, I will help you with your training."
While I was here, I thought that Gaold would be of some help, but I didn't expect to be taught by a professional wizard myself.
Even so, the reason why I can't be happy is that I got caught by Flu, the nag, and not by anyone else.
"What's wrong with your expression? Are you sick?"
"Oh, no. It's just too sudden."
"What is so sudden? Special training, or me?"
"that is… … Both."
Flew giggled cheerfully.
"It went well. You don't have to be too nervous though. I am not teaching myself."
"What do you mean?"
Flew rummaged through his inner pockets. Sticking out his tongue and rolling his eyes, it seemed that he had put it in a fairly deep place.
"Voila! I got it from the secretary. do you know what this is?"
Flew held a large golden key in his hand.
"well. It looks like a key with a high probability."
"This is the key to the magic library, the symbol of the Magic Association! You are entering an area where no one can enter without the president's approval!"
Shirone thought about how to react for a moment. Having said that, wouldn't it be better to know what the magic library is like, whether you're happy or angry?
"What are you doing? Let's go quickly."
Although Gaold was considerate of Shirone, it was Fleur who jumped up and down with excitement.
The place she arrived with Shirone was on the 16th floor of the Association.
When the elevator door opened, a solid iron door was blocking my nose.
Shirone, who stepped forward as usual, almost bumped her head.
Flew smiled knowingly and inserted the key.
The door opened automatically and a spectacle unfolded.
The entire 16th floor was a library, and the bookshelves stretched out in rows as if reflected between two mirrors.
"Come on. Are you that tour student?"
A graceful beauty in her mid-30s appeared across from the iron gate.
He was wearing a formal black suit and his black hair was neatly pulled up. Pink lipstick was applied to her light makeup, her eyebrows were trimmed thin, and her eyes with dark double eyelids were large and deep.
"Hello, Isabelle."
Fleur lowered her head politely, turned to Shirone and gestured for her to come out.
"Greetings. This is Isabel, a certified third-class wizard who is in charge of the magic library."
Shirone was startled and lowered his head. The rank and age of the face caused cognitive dissonance.
"hello. This is Ariane Shirone."
"okay. I heard from the president of the association. Since you're a talent that the Magic Association is paying attention to, work hard from now on. come in at once I'll guide you to the library."
Isabelle turned first, and Fleur and Shirone followed.
"This is the floor where the magic books are stored. There are about 28,000 magic books. It can be said that most of the prescribed magic registered in the kingdom is equipped."
"yes? 28,000?"
Shirone couldn't hide her surprise and looked around.
It was said that all the books here were magic developed by someone. My body trembled with excitement.
said Flew, raising a finger as if he knew it.
"That's what I said. Coming here is a huge privilege."
Shirone couldn't hear Fleur's words properly.
There were thin books of 10 pages in the library, and thick books of 1,000 pages. Depending on the attribute and category, the color and design of the cover were different, and the height was different.
It looked like a work of art embodying the numerous magics spread throughout the world.
'Ah, that's why the archmage has to manage it.'
The omnipotence and omnipotence for specific magic are recorded in the magic book.
If you can enter the Spirit Zone and have an extraordinary mind, it contains enough detailed information to teach you new magic on your own.
In the case of advanced magic books, it would be extremely expensive even if they were priced, and if it was a collection of 28,000 books, it was a value beyond imagination to the point where it would be troublesome to count the amount.
"sorry. I couldn't believe it at first. Isabelle-sama was too young to look like a great wizard."
Isabelle covered her mouth with her fist and laughed. Most wizards have strong pride, but she seemed happy to hear that she looked younger.
"I know what you mean. But being an archmage doesn't necessarily mean being strong or destructive. I have an office job. The rank of the Red Line is determined by reputation and achievement points, but when I first came to the magic library, it was only an official 7th grade. Then, after 1,500 books of magic were sorted out for 10 years and the shooter retired, he became a 3rd class. Your achievement score has risen abnormally. Instead, their reputation is extremely low."
Achievements and fame vary greatly depending on the occupational group. That's why, while there were wizards with high combat power even at the same level, there were many others who specialized in the other direction.
If she had worked in the Magic Association's library for 10 years, Isabelle would have almost no practical experience.
However, Shirone was admiring it from a different side.
"1,500 books… … ."
The process of registering prescribed magic is done through interviews or correspondence with magic developers.
When omniscience and omnipotence are delivered in the form of a thesis, Isabelle examines them, summarizes them, and binds them into a magic book.
In a word, it was an impossible task without an excellent understanding of magic and vast knowledge.
'Well, if I sorted out 1,500 magic books in 10 years, anyone would become a wizard.'
Of course, I didn't know that it was extremely difficult to endure those 10 years.
In that sense, Isabelle was well qualified to become a certified third-class archmage.
"Anyway, I just think of her as a comfortable older sister. To be honest, I find the title of archmage too burdensome."
It was an unfamiliar feeling to Shirone, who had only met people who were terrifying and out of common sense when talking about archmages.
But thanks to that, I was able to look around the magic library more comfortably.
Spellbooks were largely classified by system and further subdivided in chronological order.
Some were very old, and some were magic that led the latest trend.
When I saw the copy of the photonization magic, I was slightly thrilled.
After the introduction, Isabelle said to take a look around and went back to her desk.
The pen was moving by itself as she put her arms on the desk and looked at the papers.
Since Shirone had also worked at Ogent's Great Library, I could guess how much Isabel's work speed would accelerate after running for a full 10 years.
'With that kind of skill, 1,500 books in 10 years isn't impossible.'
Fleur hit Shirone on the back.
"Hey, what are you looking at? Isabelle said she was married. Are you, by any chance, your taste?"
Shirone waved his hand with a straight face.
"Absolutely not."
Either way, Flew folded her arms and trembled with emotion.
"The chief secretary said it was okay to look into anything. First, let's choose the magic you want to practice."
Take anything and learn. Shirone guessed Gaold's intentions.
In addition to training, he meant to think of hints about magic that would destroy heaven by referring to various magic.
But no matter how much it was, they gave me the right to use the magic library.
It seemed that he was not lying when he said that he would spare no support.
Flew wasn't too smart either, so he should have known that Shirone's special training was related to Gaold's project. However, as he had promised before entering the president's office, he never showed it.
'No, maybe I'm really enjoying it… … .'
The two of them went to the place where there is a magic book of photon series, which is Shirone's specialty.
Flew looked through the books in the library and gave her advice.
"There is no need to learn magic that is too simple. because the efficiency is low. For example, what would you do if you learned something like "Let's make a ping-pong ball with photons and have fun!"? A performance wizard might need it."
Shirone was handed the three-page book Flew said. It is a game of bouncing flares using a mirror, and it was written that the whole family can enjoy it and that it is effective for dieting.
"It's the same with magic that was developed so long ago. As it is outdated, there must have been a lot of research on countermeasures. However, there is no time to learn high-difficulty magic. You have to invest at least half a year, but you have to go back to school."
"Ah, I guess."
When I pointed out a part I hadn't thought of before, my mind was alerted.
As well as the efficiency of magic, the time to learn it must be taken into consideration. While in the Magic Association, finding magic that could be mastered was the key.
"Of course, the choice is yours. Likes and dislikes are involved in omnipotence. But there must be guidelines. First, choose a magic that can make up for your weaknesses. Second, choose a magic that can create a synergistic effect with the magic you can currently use. Third, strike a balance between quality and quantity. That should be enough."
So, Shirone visited the magic library every day and rummaged through the books.
The sooner you choose a magic book, the more time you have to practice, but since this isn't an opportunity that comes often, I wanted to choose carefully.
'It's a lot. It would take years to see just the photon series.'
There was magic that was trivial enough to make me laugh, there was magic that was unexpected and ingenious, and there was magic that boasted a level of extreme difficulty that made me wonder if this was possible.
It was a different world. She couldn't come to her senses like a child in a candy store.
'No, let's cool down. How resentful I would be if I didn't learn because I didn't have time.'
After adapting to the classification of magic books, Shirone intensively searched for magic that met the guidelines.
Then, 10 years ago, I found a catchy title in the Magic Corner.
Teleportation Advanced Technology: Scatter Movement
"Hmm, teleportation."
I was interested in magic because I thought it was a long term in its own way. The fact that the book is not very thick also played a role in my choice.
The neat white cover indicated that it was a photon-type magic book, and the name of a magic developer named Kindra Buki was written under the title of "Santan Movement."
"Kindra Buki. It's the first name I've heard."
Even though he didn't even know his face, Shirone respected him.
Registering independently developed magic as kingdom rule magic is left to the wizard's own discretion until his death.
That's why there must be countless unregistered magic in the world, but I couldn't help but be more sympathetic to the wizard who was willing to reveal the gist of magic for his juniors.
Without them, there would be nothing to learn at the magic school.
"Then I will read it."
Shirone reverently opened the book and read it for about 10 minutes.
"Hoo… … I see."
It was quite an ingenious magic.
'No, this definitely works. It will also work in practice.'
The shotgun movement is a magic that spreads photon output in all directions immediately after casting teleportation.
The victim feels an optical illusion as if the wizard is spreading in all directions.
'Hmm, that means I'm going to use passive magic and move on to active magic. Passive magic lasts, so it can produce the same effect as active magic.'
From the middle of the book, omnipotence and omnipotent techniques were written about him.
While reading with her chin resting on her chin, Shirone suddenly had a wonderful idea in her head.
'How about combining this with God Particles?'
In other words, instead of photon output, it teleports while shooting a photon cannon in all directions.
If Buki put the meaning of disruptive tactics into the shotgun movement, Shirone could evolve it into a movement skill with attack power.
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[367] Special Training (2)
"good. For now, I decided on one."
The difficulty of the Almighty was much higher than the battery for the shotgun movement.
However, it was rather fortunate for Shirone, who had strengths in the spirit zone.
I thought I could master it in a month.
'Then you can learn one more thing. Shall we raise the level of difficulty for this one?'
Heading to the place where the new magic book was inserted, Shirone looked at the advanced difficulty column.
Books such as "Time Lock Using Quantum Transformation" and "Magic Circle Interference According to Wave Principle" were lined with books that made you feel hives just by looking at their titles.
Besides, most of them were about information magic, so it wasn't magic that was needed right away.
'pass. pass. That too passes.'
Shirone read each and every title and moved slowly. It was for advanced users only, so I didn't see any thin books.
"Oh, what about this?"
Shirone stopped walking in front of the book in the last slot.
It was about the same thickness as other books, and it wasn't information magic either. But what caught my attention most of all was the title.
laser guided technology
"It's a laser… … ."
It is a stage that requires a high level of energy output, but Shirone easily reached it using God Particles. Being able to convert mass into energy was such a huge privilege.
However, it was a skill that ordinary wizards could conquer only by practicing for a long time. That's why the wizard who developed the laser guidance technology must have been quite an expert.
"Shall we take a look?"
The white cover of the photon series. However, as if it were a laser, a red band was wrapped around it to create an atmosphere.
After checking the name of the developer written under the title, Shirone pursed her lips in surprise.
Louis Jacobin.
'Ah, the Jacobins… … .'
As the director of the particle laboratory under the command of Tormia's dragon, he was a wizard that anyone studying photon magic should know about.
When I opened the book, most of it was plastered with complicated formulas.
Shirone passed the battery for now and looked at the outline of the magic. His face, which had been reading calmly, gradually heated up.
"Awesome, this."
It was fusion magic that combined the two principles of the photon series.
Magic comes into play when you concentrate, so there is basically only one slot for thinking. Therefore, advanced mages combine two or even three attributes to demonstrate the advantages of several classes at the same time.
A brief summary of the magic developed by the Jacobins was photons equipped with laser guidance devices.
Optical fiber or a special medium is required to bend the light, but the trajectory can be changed as much as possible by inducing the target with a laser.
Above all, it was possible to track a moving target as long as it was within the range of inertia.
The Jacobin must have developed this magic for the purpose of conveying information, but the trajectory of the howitzer of the Photon Cannon was already clearly drawn in Shirone's mind.
'This is what Mr. Flew said. Magic that can compensate for weaknesses and create synergy.'
If you apply spin to the photon cannon that contains mass, a certain amount of curve is possible. However, in terms of predictive shooting, the efficiency was too low and the bending angle was not large.
'But if you learn laser guidance technology… … .'
You can hit the opponent no matter where they move. Depending on the level, there would be a difference in precision, but for Shirone, who drew explosive firepower in a short time, it was the best magic to reduce the waste of mental power.
'good! This is my first fusion magic!'
Shirone took the magic book and looked for Fleur. As she wandered around her flame-lined corner, she turned her head away from putting her hand on her high bookshelf.
"huh? Did you pick them all?"
"Yes, here. It's two books."
Flew looked back and forth between the two books and nodded. Although he has an advanced course, he was not a good choice to be intimidated beforehand.
"huh. First of all, I think the compatibility is good. Let's talk to Isabelle and borrow it."
As the two took the book, Isabelle cut off the credit card.
Then, after looking at the laser guidance technology magic book, he asked with a surprised expression.
"This is pretty difficult. Are you okay?"
"yes. Because I know how to do laser. But is it that difficult?"
"Because it is a specialized field that is not covered in schools. Especially since it uses radio waves, it will be unfamiliar."
The laser that Shirone uses is different from that of other wizards.
God Particles allowed Shirone to jump over all the high barriers he couldn't reach at once, but since he didn't have an accurate concept of a battery, the range of applications was bound to be narrow.
"I will try. I definitely want to learn the laser with this opportunity."
If that was the case, Isabelle would have no reason to stop it.
"Well, using photons as offensive magic is a rare case, so you must be greedy. If there is something you don't understand while studying, ask me. Because the president of the association instructed me to teach at least by tutoring."
I was grateful for Gaold's consideration, but at the same time, I was terrified.
He really believed that Shirone could develop magic to destroy Heaven.
"thank you. I will probably come back soon."
"haha! okay. Come anytime."
Shirone, who had spoken in advance so as not to be embarrassed later, got on the elevator.
The iron door of the magic library closed before the elevator.
It's something I always feel, but it felt like I was in another dimension.
* * *
Shirone got a personal training ground with Fleur's help. Strictly speaking, it was Gaold's order.
It wasn't as wide as the underground bunker, but it was enough space to expand the spirit zone and run amok alone.
A sleeping capsule was installed in the corner, and the flooring was made of the same material as the two thousand training grounds. When the simulation device was activated, it seemed that magic could be analyzed from various angles.
Shirone sat down on the cold floor and opened the magic book of the shotgun movement.
Once he read it quickly from beginning to end, he closed the book and organized his thoughts in his head.
"Hmm, it looks like it will be easy, but it also looks like it will be difficult."
The key is the linkage speed between passive magic and active magic. When you cast Teleport, you should immediately shoot photon output in all directions. The principle is simple, but it has value as a technology only when the connection speed is felt to be almost simultaneous.
"Shall we try it once?"
Upon entering the training ground, Shirone cast photonization magic. As his body flinched with his familiar senses, the scenery in front of him was crumpled.
Arriving 10 meters ahead, Shirone looked up at the ceiling and was lost in thought. He originally intended to cast the shotgun movement, but it didn't even trigger.
"Oh, I see."
When teleportation is triggered, the slot is empty. However, the movement speed was so fast that there was no time to cast Photon Output.
'Am I saying that battery replacement should be much faster?'
If so, Shirone also had a talent to show off. It was time-sharing.
Shirone, who took a strand in that direction, tried a shotgun movement based on time division.
As the sun went down, it slowly came to my senses. In the middle, he recovered his mental power from the sleeping device for about an hour, and developed his magic with the utmost concentration as if he were doing a last-minute spurt.
Finally, flashes of light were shot in eight directions at the same time as teleportation.
Having moved to the northern part of the Santan Movement's exhilarating route, Shirone looked back and couldn't hide his excitement.
"done! it's okay!"
"What happened?"
Shirone turned her head toward the door.
Flew stood crookedly against the wall, arms crossed. His expression was grim, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.
"uh? Senior, when did you come?"
"Just. But what did you do a moment ago?"
"What is it? Of course it's a shotgun movement."
"Hmm, is it?"
Fleur moved to the training ground.
She stopped about 10 meters away from Shirone, looked around as if checking coordinates, then turned her head again and said.
"Try again. I will rate you."
When Fleur came out decisively, Shirone was a little worried.
However, no matter how much he thought about it, the shot movement he unfolded was the same as the form written in the magic book.
"yes. So, starting with the basic root… … ."
"no. You don't have to. Take an intermediate course. Go where you want to go among the eight directions. Looking at it a little while ago, I think I can do that enough."
It was a compliment, but oddly enough, it didn't sound like a compliment.
In any case, since she was just learning, Shirone did not feel any pressure about failure.
'Let's go to the southeast.'
While Shirone concentrated, Fleur crossed her arms and waited for the magic to be demonstrated.
'Santan movement!'
At the same time that Shirone's body was dyed in golden light, a flash of light spread like an explosion.
Arriving exactly 10 meters to the southeast, he clenched his fists.
'Success, success.'
Intoxicated with joy for a while, Shirone shuddered in surprise and moved her upper body.
Fleur, who had arrived in front of her, stretched out her arms and grabbed Shirone's shoulders.
Her eyes were half-closed, as calm as when she subdued a terrorist.
Normally, she is a troublesome older sister who nags too much, but at times like this, she was a certified 8th class wizard.
"Uh, there… … ."
"I understand now, what is your problem?"
In terms of form, the Santan movement was a success. However, Flew correctly found himself among the eight flashes.
Even that was not enough, it moved faster than the caster and even blocked the way.
"Are you saying the linkage is too slow?"
Only then did Flew let go of Shirone's shoulder.
"that's right. It's not enough to see it with your eyes, but you can feel it intuitively with the Spirit Zone. Especially for a manipulative magician like me, the delay becomes clearer."
"But did I do my best?"
"It is not the realm of effort. Actually, your connection just a moment ago was great. I think it was replaced at a speed comparable to time-sharing… … ."
Flew thought for a moment and said with conviction.
"But that is the problem."
Shirone's head tilted.
Time-sharing is a method of thinking in which two batteries are switched at high speed in one slot.
Thinking itself can be slow, but there is no faster replacement.
"Let me explain your mechanism a little while ago. Equip and cast teleport, strip teleport, then equip and cast photon output again."
Flew expressed the connection of the two magics by inserting and withdrawing both fists.
It meant that there was a delay enough to be captured by Spirit Zone's synesthesia because it went through at least three stages.
However, that was the limit of what Shirone could do.
"If there is a delay even at the time-division speed, what should I do?"
"Clash it."
"yes?"
"Clash. Don't take away the teleportation magic, hit it with the photon output magic and blow it away. And at the same time as blowing it, insert the photon output magic into the slot."
Flew clenched his fists and thrust them forward.
When he hit his left hand with his right hand, his left hand flew away and his right hand took its place.
It was an image representation of the previous explanation.
"In this way, deprivation and installation are finished at the same time. So the mechanism would be shortened? You should be able to do that in the realm of thinking. To strike an old idea with a new one. Mages call it the 'force'."
Flu showed the process just before. However, this time, as if to express the real feeling, the two fists were placed almost at a distance and collided quickly.
A crackling sound came out of her mouth.
"Do you understand? Skip the deprivation process and just hit and enter. If you want to work in the field someday, you need to know how to do the force. Passive-active linkage is used regardless of class."
Shirone listened blankly. Bounce one thought into another?
Ordinary people never think in this way. But for a wizard, it was a very efficient way of thinking.
"Forthra… … . I didn't even know there was such a thing."
"of course. This is a practical skill. They don't teach it in school."
"Is it dangerous?"
"No, it is less stable. Crashing thoughts, it has to be slotted exactly. The part that relies on the senses is so big that it's not worth putting in the regular curriculum. Time-sharing is also a pro skill. That you, who learned by yourself, are amazing. You'll probably learn the Force soon."
At Fleur's words, Shirone regained his confidence. Although the first attempt at the shotan movement ended in failure, it was an achievement to learn new skills that cannot be learned at school.
The key was the force.
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