The 31st Piece Turns the Tables

Chapter 552

Episode 552:

Gorgozia, where

the ground is slowly starting to sink.

After the Immortal left, Ur looked at those who survived.

“…are they all dead?”

Kwazizik…

Kwazizizik-!

Is there nothing left to fight?

So what were they fighting for?

“…Ur!”

Ur looked up at the sky.

Han So-mi, riding on Tansia’s back, was looking down at him.

“… So you were there.”

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…

It was Han So-mi, John, and Chi-woo who lost their minds.

“Ugh…”

Tancia buried her face in the hem of Ur’s robe. She cried so hard that she felt cold.

Many lives ended here today. Nevertheless, he burst into tears because he was unable to find meaning in the end.

“Ugh… Ugh….”

“Good job, Tansia.”

“Ugh….”

“Now leave it to me.”

Ur.

His words are always heavy.

The words he spoke were as hard as steel and as cold as ice.

That’s why Tansia was able to be comforted.

“…what about dad?”

“Not good.”

He saw Snowfall, whose white eyes were showing, and who looked like she had fainted. Black particles added after the Black Knight lost his life to Grabo.

It was clear that the death of the devil and the death of the black knight were tearing something inside of Kangseol.

Moreover, the twin knights and Kang Seol, who are trapped inside, faced this situation after a terrible fight, so they may collapse from the unbearable pain.

Ur placed a hand on Kangseol’s shoulder. If you can interpret the magic wave…

it’s scary…

danger reaction.

“… We have to get out of here. “If I’m not careful, I might never wake up.”

“What? But where is the immortality…”

“Now snowfall is more important than the immortality. Losing this time wasn’t a big deal. The question is… can we make snowfall stand up again?”

“….”

Kugugugugu…

The Sunset Tower was collapsing.

“The sunset tower….”

“The first dragon is over there!”

Kwazizizik…

It’s already too late.

The tower has collapsed and the current will soon eat up the remains.

Gorgozia was being submerged.

“It would be best to worry about us first. … Tancia?”

Ur asked Tansia a question with his gaze. Han So-mi shook her head.

“swarm! I can never fly to land! Moreover, after the battle, with so many people on board…”

“… I will think of a way.”

It would probably be a miracle if we could think of a sharp way to escape from a land that was rapidly submerging, but Ur didn’t even bother to bring it up.

Because hope is fragile and can be extinguished with even a breath.

“… If it’s before, it’s possible.”

It wasn’t Ur who spoke.

“… Wizard. “Did you say it was Jaune?”

“Hehe… okay.”

“Get rid of useless talk. “Transfer magic is impossible.”

“The magic torrent that blocked the New World… has disappeared. That… is enough….”

“The torrent of magic power is not the problem. Considering the distance, attempting to transfer with the remaining magical energy… may be a risky action, but it is possible. The problem is…”

“I know… I’m not stronger than you, but… I’m a wizard who has been studying this path for quite some time.”

Jaune leaned back against the rock and gasped. He is an archmage who specializes in transference.

“It’s coordinates. “Coordinates are the problem, right?”

“Yes, ultra-long distance… ha… skipping continent after continent… it is impossible to specify the coordinates.”

Han So-mi intervened.

“Why? If there are set coordinates…”

“Transfer is a highly developed magic. “There’s a difference between making a fireball float out of your hand and instantly freezing things.”

“What a difference…”

“A wizard doesn’t need to know everything about whether he can create a fireball or wind with his hands. You don’t have to prove everything. To dismiss it, such magic is even vague… if you know even a clue, it is a level of magic that is possible.”

“Are you saying that transference is different?”

“Everyone needs to know about metastasis. Because it is magic that intervenes in reality. The margin of error for the required horsepower must be reduced to the limit, and how the target from the initial point is moved to the transition point must be fully understood. … Of course, this is difficult, but it is possible. The problem is the coordinates. “It’s not the coordinates that refer to the land. It’s the stake that goes through the flow of magic power. Those are the coordinates used for transfer.”

Jaune laughed.

“In other words, it means moving like a dandelion seed blowing in the wind.”

“Are you saying the coordinates keep changing?”

“That’s right, so I usually use short distances that can be seen by sight or a magic circle that has been engraved in advance.”

“Magic circle! If there is a magic circle engraved on Pandea….”

“Impossible, the circle will be torn apart because it cannot handle the flow of magical power. “If your compass breaks down in the middle of the ocean, it’s the same as shipwreck.”

“There is no time for this! Just talking calmly…”

Ur shook his head at Han So-mi’s words.

“Anyway, with the time we have left, if we’re only going to try something, it’s only once. “John, I remember the first thing you said to me.”

– … It’s possible if it’s before.

“… I want to hear the reason.”

Jaune grinned.

“No wizard in the history of magic has ever succeeded in ultra-long-distance transfer… that is, the inter-continental transfer that we are trying to do now.”

“….”

“Transfer is not magic. It is a highly honed technique and a study with little practicality. Well… it means there is no romance. That’s why there are a lot of guys who say things like this. But… if I’m right, transference is definitely magic.”

“…go ahead.”

“In my opinion, the core of magic is the distortion of phenomena using innocence. I want to make fire, I want to make lightning fall, I want to break the ground… Same. “A pure desire to achieve something… eventually achieves it.”

“That’s also why wizards are greedy.”

“ha ha ha! Cough… transfer doesn’t have that. There are too many processes to cause distortion. Where will you move, where will you go, and how will you get there? Because I have so many worries…”

Kugugugung…

The shaking of the ground continues.

“My teacher said that your transfer magic would one day take care of us.”

“What do you mean?”

“Transition means reaching things that were completely unreachable. Then… beyond each other’s jealousy and hatred… we will be able to caress the other person’s face…” “

… I guess they are dead.”

“That’s right, it failed. The last wizard to attempt ultra-long distance travel and fail. FYI… the number of failures in history is equal to the number of attempts. Of course… it wasn’t possible.”

Sigh…

I could see waves slowly rolling in in the distance.

There was not much time left until the land was submerged. However, Ur concentrated so as not to miss a single word of what Jaune said.

Wizards tear the picture they imagine into pieces and scatter the fragments everywhere. Because it is a delusion caused by childhood innocence, it cannot be clearly explained to anyone.

“I thought as my teacher’s body was torn into pieces of meat.”

If you are an ordinary human being, you first feel fear. Then, the thoughts that come to that person are limited.

Am I going to be like that too?

Is only a miserable future waiting for us?

However, the wizard thinks differently.

“What was the problem?”

Find out their desires.

The path of innocence that I definitely want to reach.

Hundreds and thousands of times.

“As expected, these are the coordinates. The flow of magic power scattered throughout the world flows without rules! “Then, is it really impossible to fix the coordinates?”

“It is impossible without swallowing up all the magical power in the world. “It’s the same as saying you won’t make waves in the sea.”

“Kick… giggle….”

“… why are you laughing?”

“You missed it too.”

“what?”

“Transfer is not a technology.”

Jaune’s eyes were not those of a dying man.

“It’s magic.”

“…You mean you did it?”

“There is only one place in Pandea that has fixed coordinates.”

“… how?”

Normally, people would be suspicious, but since Ur is also a mage, he asked a question rather than a denial.

“It’s something I’ve dedicated my whole life to making. However… I know it has fixed coordinates, but I failed to convert it to coordinates to be included in the formula. Hehehe… that’s the problem.”

Ur pondered those words.

Why is conversion necessary?

In order to fix the coordinates, you would have needed them in the first place. There’s no way you wouldn’t know.

“You didn’t use spatial coordinates!”

“Heehee… heeheehee….”

“What is fixed? Is it time? What about mediation? What on earth…”

“… It’s a stake you always carry with you even as you get older.”

Ur realizes this.

The idea that the ordinary-looking wizard in front of me came up with.

That recklessness.

“… memory.”

“I thought you would notice.”

Jaune says:

“The house where I lived with my father. You may be dead now, but when I smell your clothes, I always go back there. No… everyone does that, right? “Anytime, anywhere… I have a memory that allows me to go there.”

“This is a bizarre and terrible idea! Even dozens of lives are not enough!”

“I did embody the smell of my father’s clothes using formulas. It’s still in my head. Now all that remains is to convert my memories into coordinates. “I’m ordinary and a bit stupid, so I can’t go that far.”

Drudduddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd…

“There are waves over there….”

Han So-mi’s warning.

There was a wave forming in the distance that would surely become a tsunami if it reached this place.

There is no time to hesitate anymore.

Jaune closed his eyes.

“If it were you…”

“There is no time. “Let’s try it now.”

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

put his hand on the top of Jaune’s head and closed his eyes.

Jaune left a message to him.

“Even if you see an unpleasant scene, pretend not to notice.”

* * *

A musty smell.

It’s mold.

It smells like mold.

And the smell of waste left behind by mice that always stay under the same roof.

“Damn it! John! “You wretched, useless guy!”

A middle-aged man, heavily intoxicated, stomped on the younger man’s head and shouted.

“It hurts… It hurts…”

“You are trash. Garbage that is of no help to the world! Even if I kill you, no one will blame me, right? “Because you were cursed from birth.”

“Please stop….”

“Your father was a horse beater and fell into the reservoir and died. Your mother sacrificed her life for the love she once had and hung herself! Heeheehee! The result is a short and ugly guy like you…”

A rant that a child cannot handle.

Kwasik…

Kwasik-!

“wake up!”

“Aaaah!”

Whoa whoa!

It wasn’t until he finally stuck his fist in Jaune’s face that the man became quiet.

Blood flowed from Jaune’s nose.

“How dare you… look at me funny? “Me, the one who took you away and kept you alive?”

“I never looked down on you…”

“Shut up!”

Ur thought again about the wizard named Jaune.

This man is a flawless wizard.

The memories used for coordinates were not memories.

It is the pain of childhood that sticks like a thorn and cannot be forgotten.

He cut himself into pieces by thinking about it endlessly so that he could never forget it.

Sreuk…

Johnne took off the clothes of the man who was lying on the bed and trying to fall asleep.

“Um… you are… useless… guy…”

The smell of clothes wafting towards Johnne.

The anger of a woman who smells like alcohol.

The smell of fear, the smell of hate.

“I… am not useless….”

A memory I can never forget.

Words that will come back and pierce my heart at any time.

Ur escapes from Jaune’s memories.

“…converted.”

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A magic that transcends the ocean between continents.

Jaune and Ur simultaneously burned with magical power.

[Jone’s fantasy season: Use that time and place.]

[Ur’s fantasy season: Use that time and place.]

…

“Ah, Jone.”

Ur comments.

“You have truly become a great wizard.”

Jaune laughed.

“So it’s useful, right?”

Han So-mi sensed something strange and stretched out her hand.

I feel like John is getting further and further away.

“What… Johne! Together…”

“Miss, this is a magic that no one has ever succeeded in. “The thing that must not be shaken is… the starting coordinates are the same.”

“So…”

“So…”

The Archmage of Scorpio laughed.

“The coordinates of this place right now must be me.”

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

A pillar of light enveloped Ur and his party in the sky.

They disappeared into the beyond.

And then a tsunami took its place.

Twaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…

Jaune cried out as he was crushed by magic.

“As expected…”

He was left on the sinking land along with the corpses. Embracing the painful yesterday, for the tomorrow that someone hopes for.

“It’s magic, right?”

Like any other wizard.