Season 2 Chapter 559
Translator: Alpha0210
Lukas was about to break this space and escape outside the tower at any mont. Although it was designed not to be destroyed from the inside, it would be possible if he concentrated the power of ‘Destruction’ and shot it out.
“……”
However, the hand he stretched out did not cause any changes. It wasn’t that he had lost the power to control Destruction.
Hesitation.
As he lowered his hand that he had extended, he bit his lips again. Blood was now seeping from his continuously bitten lips, and its color was so identical to that of Destruction that it looked like black ink was spreading between his lips.
‘…It’s the Magic Tower built by The Beginning Wizard.’
Knowing what that man had thought when he erected this tower, Lukas no longer felt like destroying it.
A human sentint that should not enter his’s mind when ti is of the essence.
Should he be glad that he still had such aspects within himself?
[Are you planning to go to the roof from the outside?]
‘……’
[I see.]
Though Lukas did not respond, Residue seed convinced and muttered to himself.
Lukas, while grateful for his understanding, considered another possibility.
If he was too late, if everything was already over……
I am……
─Upon reaching the 1st floor, Lukas imdiately flew up towards the sky. The tower was built so high that it could inspire awe, but if he maintained this speed, in the blink of an eye─
“Stop!”
With a frantic voice, soone suddenly appeared in front of Lukas.
Since he had anticipated his arrival, he was not surprised. Lukas even stopped as told by the man. That much consideration was due to the information the man had provided.
Baltak.
The mage, who is a Seven Magician on the 33rd floor and currently acting as Lukas’s caretaker, was breathing raggedly, which was a stark contrast to his usual thodical and organized deanor.
Was he following Lukas? Or does a Seven Magician have a ans to move from inside to outside the tower instantaneously?
“Move aside.”
This was both the first and last warning.
God said ti was pressing, and that was the truth.
There was no ti to persuade the magicians.
“Was it a misunderstanding that I felt you understood what I said? Or was this your real purpose?”
“……”
“There’s no guarantee that darkness will just lie dormant when you are outside the tower! This impulsive action might lead to─”
Before he could finish his sentence, Baltak’s eyes glazed over. Then his body limply began to fall like a string-cut puppet.
By that ti, Lukas was already moving again.
──Koong.
Faintly, the sound of the body thudding into the ground could be heard. Although the fall was from several hundred ters, he probably hadn’t died. He must have broken a few bones, though.
And Lukas had reached the top.
The Beginning Wizard’s room,
The place he had last left that guy, who maintained a whirling, smile-mixed deanor until the end.
If he had started fighting with Destruction right after that, what would The Beginning Wizard have felt at that ti?
…It’s not the ti to get sentintal.
Lukas placed his palm on the door that didn’t even have a doorknob. He didn’t know how to open it, but what did he care.
A door that does not open is no different from a wall, and Lukas knew how to break walls.
“My Lord instructed not to let anyone in.”
He didn’t turn around, but he knew it was Altata’s voice. Her deanor was much calr than Baltak’s, but that wasn’t enough to justify stopping Lukas’s actions.
However, the following words montarily halted Lukas.
“Even if it’s the lord’s brother.”
“……”
Did she know?
He didn’t voice that thought.
Lukas turned around, and his eyes captured the green-haired woman. Her voice was calm, but her appearance was disheveled.
“Who else knows.”
“Not everyone knows, that’s certain.”
“A few more Seven Magicians like were inford.”
“Baltak seed unaware though.”
“Yes. Only the Seven Magicians from the 44th to the 77th floors were inford.”
Is it the truth known only to Altata and four others?
Lukas did not feel much significance or shock from this statent. Perhaps his exposure to the truths he learned through contact with Destruction had built up his tolerance.
“…That you will lead us.”
Altata spoke again.
“The lord has said so.”
“……”
Yes.
That must be The Beginning Wizard’s clever plan. Not different from that of a god, except that a little more grace is given.
Lukas clenched his fist tightly again.
“Do not stop .”
“……”
Altata mumbled a few tis but eventually closed her mouth and lowered her head, acknowledging that she could not stop him with her power.
And Lukas, he opened the door.
“……”
The space beyond the door was dark, yet bright.
Realizing this, Lukas also felt that the entrance he had co through had disappeared. It was a situation that could make his heart sink, yet he remained composed.
Lukas looked at the scene unfolding before him with sunken eyes.
A black river was flowing.
Below was the ‘Waterfall of Destruction’. This was its source. He could guess why the magicians had nad it ‘the deepest darkness’. Visually, one could only see darkness emanating from it.
But Lukas saw light there too.
The light was slowly floating down the river in the form of lotus flowers. As it ca closer, he saw what was embedded in it.
mories.
─Sotis.
…A voice.
─I just can’t stand the people around because they’re so revolting.
Not Lukas’s voice.
─It seems like they don’t try, they don’t think. Just lying down on the floor, crying their eyes out like babies, and don’t think to stand up on their own.
The Beginning Wizard’s voice.
Part of a conversation they had once shared.
─You scold and pay attention to a child eating dirt and vomiting it out once or twice. But when you see such scenes tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, billions of tis…
─At so point, they start to look like slightly smarter monkeys.
That was Lucas’ secret sha.
A thought too disrespectful for soone who once claid to be the god of all humans, a thought he could not share with anyone.
When it ca from another being’s mouth, it sent chills down his spine. His face may have turned red with sha.
But… that person did not deny Lukas’s existence.
Did not criticize or insult him.
─He affird it.
Lukas realized it really late, only now.
How miraculous and thankful that was.
─Soone else do it.
The voice continued.
─…Soone, please take over.
…The Beginning Wizard’s voice continued.
* * *
─You’re going to have a younger sibling.
He could not vividly recall his biological mother’s face. It was blurry, like the faded letters on an old page. He wasn’t even sure if he rembered her voice correctly.
─A sister?
─Yes.
─So, I’ll be an older brother?
─You might beco an oppa, but I’d also like to have a son.
─……
─Take good care of them and protect them.
─?
─Yes, because you’re the older brother.
Amidst most of those mories crumbling away like dry leaves, the words she left behind and the anticipation that filled his young heart remained vivid.
But the young Mark’s anticipation dimd before it could blossom.
He was separated from the brother he barely got to see after birth.
Heir, politics, conspiracies, eldest son, second son…
He could hardly rember the reasons now.
Afterward, Mark forgot about his brother’s existence.
He lived on, forgetting.
For a very long ti.
* * *
To Mark Trowman, responsibility was a word mixed with love and hate.
─Mark! The seniors at the academy threatened to kill us! What should we do?
─I’ll talk to them.
From his adolescence, he understood the weight that word carried.
─Recently, the monsters of the forest have beco more aggressive.
─I will handle it.
He also learned that an appropriate level of excellence is a blessing, but the mont it goes too far, it’s no different from a curse.
─The demigods have shown themselves. They are beings that cannot be opposed with human power and knowledge…
─…Please leave it to .
The world was full of problems, and Mark knew the equations to solve them.
It wasn’t difficult, and it certainly wasn’t anything grand.
─Ah, look over there!
─That person is the strongest wizard in human history…
─Truly amazing. The role model of a hero.
However,
─What could he be thinking about normally?
─It must be sothing noble that we can’t even imagine.
But the world,
─I never thought a virtuous person like you actually existed.
─You really have admirable thoughts.
─I deeply respect the achievents you have made.
The world began to judge Mark arbitrarily and started to have expectations.
They began to shift their responsibilities onto him.
‘No.’
Mark muttered to himself inwardly.
A hero? Virtuous? Noble?
All wrong.
Mark just knew how to solve problems. Remove that aspect, and everything was the sa as them.
That’s why he tried to teach them. He thought if he persisted and explained things one by one, they could understand like he did.
─No one did.
Those who wanted to be like Mark either gave up midway or died.
Realizing their frailty, Mark eventually gave up on teaching at so point.
─Thank you for saving us!
─You are my hero, teacher.
─May endless glory accompany you, great mage…
…Why?
Why do they only highlight my achievents and not utter a single word about my slaughters?
Saving soone ans killing soone else.
If they regarded Mark as a unique hero of salvation in the world, they should also have seen him as the worst murderer in history. That would be a fair judgnt.
…But he could also guess the reason for that.
If one must seek help, isn’t it better from a hero than a murderer?
Disgusting beings.
He truly beca sick of them.
Even at the mont of requesting help, their own conscience cos first?
“Kekeke…”
Mark suppressed a laugh.
It would have been better if they had only known such appearances. Then perhaps he wouldn’t have sacrificed himself to protect them.
But humans were not such one-dinsional beings.
There were those who would give their lives for Mark, companions who made being together enjoyable, and their vulnerable and fragile forms were incredibly endearing─
He couldn’t give up. He couldn’t throw them away.
If I don’t look after them, these ignorant and weak beings will not survive.
The current world was far from the word ‘peace’, and there were too many threats to people.
Therefore, Mark sealed such thoughts in the deepest part of his heart, thoroughly enough that they would never erge again.
However, human emotions were not sothing that could be controlled at will. Desires grew unpleasantly and steadily like neglected vines.
Sotis, buried emotions surged up violently, invading even his psyche, and with each occurrence, the desire to escape grew stronger.
But because actually doing so was impossible, at so point, the direction changed.
From escape to transference.
─Instead of .
─A being just like .
─If only soone else would take on my responsibilities…
However, such a miracle did not occur during Mark’s lifeti.
Not even once.
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