Genius Magician Who Eats dicine Episode 645
Executor (2)
“58% of the 3rd grade residential area has been irreparably damaged.”
“The entire street in the lower workshop district was completely destroyed. More than 150 casualties. It continues.”
“The food research district and the suspension factory district collided while moving. About 30 blocks crashed.”
In a control room with thousands of monitors, hundreds of operators continue to report at high speed.
Most of the news that cos out of their mouths is about damage and collapse casualties and accidents.
Even their voices, which had no emotion, gradually beca hesitant, and each ti they reported, they began to pay attention little by little.
Soone standing at the far back of the control room with their hands behind their back smiled.
“Why is that?”
“… … .”
“I am listening. Please continue reporting. I want to hear about everything going on all over the city.”
A young man with long, platinum-colored hair. The impression itself is faint, and the neat atmosphere cos out intensely.
Even though he is wearing a soft smile, his true intentions are unknown and his attitude conveys a strange elegance.
Except for the fact that her complexion is paler than usual, it is difficult to speak hastily.
“Sir Hers… … .”
One of the executives commanding the operators swallowed his saliva and called his na.
“I’m sorry, but could you slow down the movent speed a little bit?”
“… … .”
“The divisions began to move ahead of schedule, and even though evacuation orders were issued in advance, many casualties are occurring.”
Even if you try to report without any emotion, the mont of death and destruction is reflected in real ti beyond the monitor.
“It is estimated that more than 3,000 casualties have already occurred imdiately after the divisional movent began. If we proceed with the divisional movent as it is, it may really be irreversible.”
“Director Gilmore Brept.”
At Hers’ calm words, the controller whose na was called shook his shoulders.
Hers looked into his eyes and opened his mouth again.
“42 years old. Level 3 Officer. 19 years of experience. You’ve been working in the control room for over six years, and you’re commuting from a nearby office. family of three. A wife and a son and a daughter.”
Gilmore gritted his teeth at the words of Hers, who recited the controller’s personal information without any special records or reports.
“Even if you say so, Senator, I… … !!”
“You’ve been in a relationship with Secretary Caitsey of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for two years, haven’t you?”
“… … !!!”
At that mont, Gilmore’s face contorted pitifully.
Hers did not stop there.
“It has been 4 years since I received back money from the managers of each district every quarter and inford them of the assignnt location in advance. The amount of money separately collected is over 800 million cells.”
“Stop that… … .”
“Eight years ago on a rainy day after arguing with my brother over the mansion my parents had inherited. At the garbage incinerator… … .”
“Aagh!! Aaaaaaaa!!!”
Gilmore, who scread desperately and tore his hair, knelt down on the spot and bowed his head.
“please!! please!!”
The image of Gilmore rubbing both hands like crazy. The control room was instantly filled with dead silence.
The expressions of the operators looking at their superiors, who had collapsed so easily, were as pale as those of corpses.
Hers looked down at the back of Gilmore’s head, then quietly knelt down and stroked his head.
“Director Gilmore. I actually don’t hate people like you.”
“Uh huh… … !!”
“Everyone has good intentions and sha at the sa ti inside. Who can bla them for changing them according to the situation? but… … .”
Hers, who had been stroking Gilmore’s softly shaking hair, suddenly grabbed his hair tightly.
Duduk!!
Following Hers’ helpless hand, Gilmore lifted his gaze as it was.
Hers grabbed his hair and said with a benevolent smile.
“I don’t want to hear such advice from a human being who collapses just by being pointed out for contradictions. Can you understand my heart?”
“Okay, okay… … !!!”
good and ugly. Hers believes that these two concepts are not so contradictory.
How can a person live under a consistent belief while living a life spanning more than tens of years?
Even the great transcendentalists who challenged ascension would not have dared to conceive the idea of transcending the world at first.
It is natural for even those who have obtained qualifications to change their thoughts, change their minds, and change their images.
As long as you arrive at the right answer at the end, there is no point in interdiate steps.
Therefore, Hers thought that those who were ashad of their own sha had no responsibility or qualifications.
“Hehehehehehe… … !!!”
As soon as Hers let go of his hand, Gilmore lowered his forehead to the ground and sobbed quietly.
As if worshiping a god, everyone tried hard to ignore the sight of Hers lying face down at his feet.
The appearance of Hers, who casually and thoroughly trampled on the advice given by the Controller with desperate determination with just a few words.
Rather than beating or killing, the attitude of calmly destroying it made feel intimidated beyond asure.
It’s not about force or authority.
A transparent tone and reaction that does not feel any energy. Every word that cos out at the end points out and collapses the other person’s secrets and contradictions.
Why did the Ex Machina grant this man all the rights to initiate martial law?
Did you transfer the right to make decisions that greatly accelerated the schedule for machine city Machina’s division?
Everyone realized it through a charisma that was different from that of ordinary people of power or leaders.
Hers looked back at the other operators and said with a transparent smile, the sa as usual.
“Shall we continue?”
“… … All right.”
The hands of the operators who manipulate the board with a pale complexion beco much busier.
Hers watched, leaning back in his chair and glancing at the fallen Gilmore.
“The controller may think that this scene itself is wrong, but in fact, the division of the machine city was created for this kind of use.”
“… … yes yes… … ?”
Gilmore raised her gaze and Hers smiled transparently, knowing the Operators were listening.
“It goes without saying that whenever a city changes, parts wear out. Originally, it would need to be replaced much faster.”
“… … .”
Hers is the self devoured by the ascendant’s mories, but at the sa ti, he is also a powerful man who occupies a part of the leadership of the Ex Machina.
Possessing the experience of reigning as the pinnacle of Machina power and the mory of an ascendant, he knew why the machine city had chosen the mode of existence of compartntalization.
“Everybody knew that in a rapidly changing world, it wasn’t just inorganic matter that was being ground into parts.”
Hers murmured.
“It seems that there are not many people left who rember the cause and effect of why the city was created this way… … .”
Oil and tal parts are not the only things that the machine city needs to move.
Oil and blood squeezed from human blood and flesh. From the cries of pain to the existence of the spirit being sacrificed.
Through him, the huge fruit that is completed by making the entire city a foundation.
Long before the city was built, the founders were trying to prepare for this mont that would co one day.
All Hers is trying to do is to awaken in advance the arrangent that they had set up a long ti ago.
If you think about it, the accidents and harms that are happening now are only very minor.
“The power of the city and the body and soul are coming together as one. great… … .”
Hers, who was sitting with his eyes closed and nodding his head as if looking out over the entire city, slowly rose from his seat.
“I will go back and get ready.”
After entrusting himself to the mories left by the Ascendant of the old world, Hers ran for it only with his assets and surplus.
Man’s foolish spirit is but a small candle in front of the transcendent’s overwhelming ego.
The body, power, position, situation, and relationship have no aning.
The only thing that matters is that he inherits the great will he devoted to ascending to heaven in this world and is reborn as his true self.
Using ister’s life as a deal, they succeeded in bringing out the archangel of the old world from beyond the door, and preparations were all over.
All that was left was to completely throw oneself beyond the ascendant’s overwhelming ego and mories, just as he did when he first started.
All preparations are complete.
In the place where the hope of this city was lit, Hers once again obtains the ‘qualification’.
* * *
A high-level battleground surrounded by silence. Lennok’s workshop.
Lennok, who had been staring at Maya Lenslett for a long ti, raised her cold eyes, then quietly opened her mouth.
“I’ve heard quite a bit about you in this city.”
“… … .”
Lennok asked, walking slowly along the wall of the workshop and pulling the remaining curtains through the window.
“Why are you here, who fled with the failure of the Ascension Gate?”
Lennok had already encountered Maya several tis under different circumstances.
In the na of Evan, the blue eye, didn’t he collide and cooperate with Jindun in the satellite city of Bairuchi as Victor of the Pandemonium in the Hanghasa Labyrinth in the middle of the settlent?
I’ve faced Maya face-to-face, both friend and foe, and there’s never been a mont when her presence didn’t feel dangerous.
A person with physical abilities who has reached level 8 by transcending the hierarchy.
A person who is gifted with sensuous sorcery talent to the extent that he uses blood magic proficiently.
From the wealth of experience he has accumulated while working as an executive officer to his sharp judgnt that encompasses all of his abilities.
Did you say that he was a hero who had accumulated an overwhelming reputation in this city in the past and gained a great reputation?
The existence of Maya Lenslet, whom Lennok experienced, was a strong person who was not at all awkward with that grandiose nickna, and possessed outstanding intelligence.
Nevertheless, he was like a specter who had not yet escaped from the bondage of the failure of the Gate of Ascension.
Of course, the reason why she joined Pandaemonium in the first place was related to the failure of the Gate of Ascension.
A being with such a sensitive side that he still gets angry and painful just by ntioning that fact.
But that’s why Lennok never thought he’d be facing Maija at this point.
If the existence of the Machine City Machina was a sensitive failure that made Maya suffer just by thinking about it.
I had a vague idea that the day Maya would visit this city again would be after finding a way to fundantally solve the problem.
“… … .”
enemy or ally
At least the enforcer that Lennok knew, Maiya Lenslett, was more like a superman who was good at cutting out the cause of the problem directly rather than solving it.
It wouldn’t be strange at all to say that he would slit Lennok’s head right here and stabilize the machine city.
‘When the battle begins, I’ll have to increase the distance with Enakpil’s five fingers and then drag the ti. The problem is that Maiya’s microcosm must be blocked at least twice before the condition is established… … .’
While waiting for an answer, I inadvertently imagined the worst situation in my head and plotted it out.
Instead of answering Lennok’s question, Maya raised her gaze in silence.
A dazed look, as if looking not at the landscape of this workshop, but beyond it.
she murmured.
“Not long.”
“what?”
“As the Second Ascension Gate was destroyed, martial law was imposed on the city, and all ard groups within Machina are pursuing the cause of this situation.”
Maya’s sharp gaze landed on Lennok’s face.
“As Hers awakens in a new body, the suspect has been narrowed down to this one.”
“… … .”
“The entire city is shaking as the district relocation is being forced, but it will only be a matter of ti before we find you.”
“What do you want to say?”
asked Lennok, pulling a chair next to him and sitting down.
He takes a cigarette from inside his arms, lights it, and inhales the smoke.
Lennok said, looking at the tobacco smoke rising above the three of them.
“Even if you don’t say that, you already know. Rather than that, I would like to hear the reason why you ca to my studio.”
“… … .”
“If you’ve fled the city since the failure of the Ascension Gate, there’s no reason to return at this point. The powerful people in this city tried to bury the door’s failure, but they were using the door’s legacy you left behind to their heart’s content.”
Lennock gestured lightly, holding a cigarette in one hand.
“I checked what Hers was aiming for and did this at the Simseonggwan of the Sea Barrier. But you are different.”
Lennok added without waiting for Maya’s reply.
“If soone like you intervenes, there is a high possibility that the situation itself will be twisted. Knowing that, I need to know why you ca to my workshop.”
If Maiya had appeared not in Lennok’s workshop, but in Maki or another area, the entire city would have already focused on her.
With that in mind, Maiya must have hidden herself and visited Lennok’s workshop first.
And the fact that the act itself was due to Lennok’s business was self-evident.
Why did she, who was responsible for the Ascension Gate project in Machine City Machina, co back to this city to find Lennok now that the gate was destroyed?
Did he find a way to fundantally rectify the failure of the Ascension Gate itself?
Even if it ant risking more damage than a collision with this monstrous enforcer, it was necessary to point it out.
“… … .”
Did he sense sothing from Lennok’s sharp answer?
A cold smile ford on Maya’s lips as she stared at her face.
“You know yourself that your condition is broken, but you don’t hesitate. Is it because you understand the situation so well?”
“… … .”
“They talk like they are brazen, but the judgnt itself is close to the correct answer. After all, you are no ordinary artisan.”
Saying that, Maya slowly withdrew the blade she had pointed at Mouser’s throat.
“Hers intends to build a new gate above the ground.”
Maiya muttered as she leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed.
“It is a preliminary work to et the necessary offerings by taking casualties and moving the compartnts that do not fit the quarter. I will complete the door imdiately after the division is finished.”
“… … .”
We know that Hers’ true purpose is not to summon a god-slayer, but to summon the Ascendant himself from the Old World.
However, Maya went one step further and told them that the current divisional movent itself was a preliminary preparation.
“Find Hers before the divisional movent is over and prevent his body from being summoned.”
Maya’s gaze shone sharply.
“I know that Hers still has work to do. If you are willing to cooperate, I will make a path to Hers myself under the na of Pathfinder.”
“It makes a way.”
Lennok laughed.
“Hers is the ego of the transcendent, unbound by the bonds of the body and mind. How are you going to find him on your own?”
“Of course, it’s not sothing I can do alone.”
Instead of answering, Maya brought the shortsword she was holding to her forearm.
Chew!!
As he slashed his forearm without hesitation, the wound opened and the blood dripped onto the floor.
[Blood magic 4-fold developnt]
[One child projection (一子到來 他子投影)]
[Relationship uniform (人聯徒復)]
Kiyiik!!
Bloodstains rose from the spot and ford the shape of a small door, and then the door slowly opened.
Maiya smiled coldly as she looked at the rising bloody door.
“So I’m thinking of calling an assistant. Will there be any objection?”
“This is… … .”
Mouser inadvertently backed away from the grotesque figure, and Lennok also realized what Maya was using and hardened his face.
Hanghasa Labyrinth. The blood magic that Maya used to summon the leader from the huge cradle where Jindun slept.
Maya had intended to summon a helper who did not exist in this city to this place in her own way.
thud!!
A huge presence is felt for a mont beyond the door, but disappears as if it had been washed away and disappears.
Instead, a plaintive voice echoed through the cracks in the invisible space.
[Mya. i am very busy right now What’s going on?]
“Doctor, I have work to do.”
Maiya didn’t care and imdiately revealed the matter to the voice.
Lennox was not surprised, as he guessed the other person’s identity the mont he heard the voice.
At this point, she tried to call the doctor directly using her own blood magic.
[What to do? Even if you don’t ask for that, it’s accumulating every day.]
“… … .”
[The way you call them is really rough and disrespectful. What a shaless idea to leave so of the output to the summoned target.]
The doctor continued to grumble.
[It’s possible to pay a price and respond to a monster like the leader or a summon like this. If you expect things to work out just like in the labyrinth… … .]
“Beyond the Ascension Gate, the ego of the transcendent has awakened. It’s one of the worst scenarios I’ve ever imagined.”
At that mont, the doctor’s words from beyond the door stopped.
“I know you have no regrets, but at least for this one, you will have to take responsibility.”
Maya spoke again, not paying attention to the doctor’s reaction.
“Because that’s the regret itself that you designed and put out into the world. Attermire.”
[…] … .]
At that mont, the doctor’s presence felt beyond the door began to completely change.
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