The Great Mage Returns After 4000 Years Chapter Season 2 647

Novel: The Great Mage Returns After 4000 Years Author: 낙하산 Updated: Jun 21, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter Season 2 647 from The Great Mage Returns After 4000 Years, a Action novel by 낙하산.

Translator: Alpha0210

The evolutionary thod that Residue had chosen was extrely radical, and such forceful execution typically returned in the form of pain.

So for Residue, it wasn’t a bad thing at all.

The skin over his entire body burned pitch black, turned into ashes and crumbled, then fresh flesh regenerated, this process repeated hundreds of tis within 0.1 seconds.

Of course, it wasn’t just the outer shell that needed attention.

Bones and blood vessels… above all, the internal organs were important. But the process of refining the internal components of the body was hundreds of tis more difficult than simply reinforcing the exterior. It couldn’t be handled roughly. One small mistake and instead of building up resistance, he would collapse into a puddle of blood.

Residue was slowly raising the internal resistance of his body, pondering ways to accelerate the process, but so far, no effective solution had erged.

Unable to avoid it, he continued with the slow but reliable thod, all while devoting part of his consciousness to the search for a better way.

As he continued this cycle of reinforcing both inside and out, at so point.

Residue felt as though the surroundings were gradually dimming.

‘…….’

It must be an illusion. Right now, Residue’s five senses were completely cut off from the world.

So this was a scene of his ntal world. Quite a magnificent view. If the sun existed in this world, he might have mistaken it for sunset.

Soon after, the surroundings turned completely dark. He felt a bit flustered, then it suddenly brightened again, only to go dark once more...

‘Hmm…….’

Though he couldn’t clearly identify his current state, Residue let out a low hum internally.

This sensation, it felt like he was experiencing the flow of ti at an incredibly fast speed. The opposite of the Minimal Ti Zone, his consciousness was running wild in a different sense, and things or ti seed to be flying past him...

...This had to be a hallucination felt only in the ntal world. If ti were actually passing at this speed in reality, all of Residue’s hastily constructed plans would beco instantly useless.

‘…….’

It felt like quite a bit of ti had passed in this state, but there was no sense that he could escape from it. Residue remained at the center of this endlessly repeating world, and unidentifiable forms swept past him in the blink of an eye.

Only then did his brows slightly furrow.

He had hoped that staying still would end it, but it seed this wasn’t sothing to be resolved so simply.

As he thought deeply about why he was in this state, he reached the conclusion that he needed to pay more attention to the scenes that were flashing by.

So Residue drew out his concentration to the maximum and tried to capture the fleeting scenery with his eyes, but once again, he could not clearly identify their essence.

‘Hah.’

Failing twice, a sense of stubbornness began to rise. With a much more serious attitude, he focused again on the passing scenes.

This ti, he wouldn’t miss it.

Even if he missed it, he would at least obtain a clue as to what it was.

─That resolution was in vain, as once again, he gained nothing.

‘…….’

Residue blinked his eyes. He had confidence in his observational skills, so this developnt was quite perplexing. Moreover, the fact that he had seen it several tis and still realized nothing ant that even if he continued to watch, there would be nothing to gain.

‘Is that even possible?’

Residue felt a pure sense of doubt at that point.

Among all the phenona that existed in the world, those that Residue couldn’t understand were few enough to count on one hand. And yet, a phenonon that he couldn’t even identify after repeatedly observing it?

Even as he thought that, things like ‘light’, ‘shadow’, ‘explosion’, and ‘sothing spreading’ once again passed by Residue.

‘Hmm…….’

Only then did he realize that the situation was more serious than he had thought. If he wasn’t careful, he might be trapped inside this phenonon forever.

He didn’t feel despair or fear, but there was certainly a sense of helplessness.

In the midst of the repeating phenonon, Residue’s worries only deepened.

─This is training.

Suddenly, he heard a voice.

Residue flinched and lifted his head.

-It’s sothing you’ve never done before.

‘Lukas?’

The voice, instead of replying, continued speaking in a dry, emotionless tone.

─What is training? Simply put, it is the process of making the unfamiliar familiar. To you, that might be a rather foreign concept.

‘…….’

Is he going to ramble on unilaterally again?

Residue felt deflated.

If he was going to leave, he should leave cleanly. But every so often, he would suddenly appear and assert his presence, leaving his heart in disarray.

More than that, why was this voice suddenly being heard now? Did this an the trace left behind by ‘Frey Blake’ during their contact still hadn’t been erased?

─This phenonon.

‘…….’

─No matter how many dozens or hundreds of tis you see it, or how much you raise your concentration, it’s not sothing you can grasp. First, you’ll need to switch the orientation of your consciousness. Just rember this for now. The foundation of training is comprehension, and comprehension cos from analysis.

‘Are you telling to analyze this phenonon?’

Residue asked, even knowing the voice couldn’t hear him.

─But the phenona that exist in the world are far too nurous and complex. Sotis it’s impossible to analyze them from the ground up. So occasionally, you must approach from a completely different direction. You start by writing down assumptions.

‘…….’

─You probably don’t like the sound of that. Starting with hypotheses doesn’t suit your nature. But what can you do? There’s no other way.

And with that, the voice ceased.

Even when he remained still for a while, wondering if there might be more to follow, all that returned was silence. Residue let out a hollow laugh.

‘Once again, you’ve appeared to help .’

That sudden ergence when no answer could be seen, as if arriving on cue like a seasoned actor who has morized their lines, it was dramatic.

He gave a subtle hint like a savior or hero and then disappeared without looking back. That was Lukas Trowman’s style. Residue knew it better than anyone.

‘But I’m not your disciple, Lukas.’

So, he didn’t need teachings. He wouldn’t follow advice.

He had already received help at a decisive mont. Once was enough.

Residue did not want to beco soone who depended on others. Especially not if that soone was Lukas. It wasn’t about efficiency, it was a matter of pride, and that pride was one of the most critical parts of what made up the current Residue.

So he chose not to accept the advice of a respected friend.

Maybe it was the most wrong decision he could make. Maybe he was being a fool who deliberately ignored the shortcut.

Maybe, just maybe...

Residue erased those pointless thoughts from his mind.

Such assumptions beca useless the mont the choice was made.

Instead, he smiled.

Having turned away from the easiest path, things would only get harder from here.

***

The Residue of the past never doubted himself.

For example, in a situation like this, if he couldn’t understand a certain phenonon, he would think the problem lay not with himself but with the phenonon itself. No, he was convinced of it.

Now, it was different.

After witnessing beings like Destruction, the Four Knights, and the Half King, he had co to acknowledge the possibility that sothing might be wrong with himself, that there might be aspects he needed to improve. It wasn’t that he was inspired by their existence. It was simply that the mont he stopped being the strongest, he had no choice but to accept his own imperfection.

‘The evolution of the body is going smoothly.’

Even parts like bones, muscles, and internal organs, though slow compared to the outside, were gradually building resistance.

However, there was a part Residue hadn’t considered.

It was consciousness.

Because he had never once thought that his consciousness, his mind, was lacking, he was late to realize it. Most of the ti, it had been the body’s output that couldn’t keep up with the ntal aspect.

But this ti was different.

The realm that Residue was now aiming for lay above even the ntal strength of a forr Ruler.

So then, how should he raise his ntal state to a higher, more mature level? Should he reflect on his inner self like an enlightened monk? Or should he beat his brains out pondering the logic and answers of all creation?

They were all wrong.

Residue did not choose such a dull thod. Instead, he channeled lightning directly at his own consciousness, targeting the mind itself.

Crackle!

‘……!’

And in that instant, his consciousness almost snapped.

To send lightning into one’s very consciousness was no different from striking at one’s own essence. It wasn’t an entirely accurate analogy, but it was akin to delivering an electric shock to the heart in order to train it, one slight mistake, and he would lose consciousness. And if he blacked out in this state... there was a high chance he would die or end up in a fate worse than death.

He felt pain incomparable even to the searing of raw flesh, but that pain also brought a sharp awakening of the mind.

In hindsight, the realization he had just reached was almost embarrassingly simple.

It wasn’t enough for the body to move fast. Protecting the internal organs wouldn’t solve it either.

The most important thing was, if Residue was going to move that fast, then his consciousness had to be able to keep up with that speed as well. If not, then in the end, Residue would only be able to use a tenth of his total power.

At that mont, the scenery flashed by once more.

‘…….’

With eyes wide open, Residue captured the scenery again, and for the first ti, he realized sothing different from all the previous tis.

He had misunderstood one thing. From the beginning, the subject had been wrong.

It wasn’t the scenery that was passing by, Residue himself was the one who had passed.

The truth was that he had been traveling at an unimaginably fast speed along so path. Because the speed was so great, and there was none of the physical strain or resistance that should have accompanied it, he had been deceived.

Residue thought to himself.

Perhaps the scenery that now flashed by was a fragnt of the world he was ant to see and feel after completing his evolution. A preview of the world that [the one who moves the fastest] must know.

…Strangely, once his perception shifted that way, even the remnants of the panorama flashing by began to settle into his eyes.

And so, the first thing Residue saw was soone’s death.

‘…….’

Beniang Argento.

The sword of a Red Knight pierced through her chest.

With hollow eyes, Beniang coughed up blood and died on the spot.

─It has not happened yet.

Once again, the voice was heard.

─But it is sothing that will soon happen.

‘…….’

─In the past, I failed to protect that child. It was one of the most painful mistakes I ever made.

The voice continued quietly.