A Talentless Mage Devours a Disaster-Class Future - Chapter 60

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Chapter 60

[Years before Aion Iscar entered Excion Magic Academy.]

Above the pristine Snowy Plain hung a sun that never set, pale and distant.

A world of White Night, where darkness never fell.

Beyond the Northern Barrier lay a desolate hellscape—a region of mystery deliberately hidden from the empire’s people.

In the heart of the Snowy Plain, where a biting wind tore at exposed flesh, figures lay buried beneath snowdrifts, holding their breath.

They were a strike team from the Northern Barrier garrison, dispatched to uncover the source of recent guerrilla attacks near the wall and crush it before it could spread.

“……The cause has been identified.”

Hagen, the commander of the strike team, lowered his telescope and pointed ahead with a grim expression.

“It was him.”

In the center of the enemy encampment stood a towering White Night Being, well over two meters tall. His entire body was grotesquely swollen with muscles that seemed ready to burst from the strain.
A nightmarish form, barely human.

“Barkan—that’s the creature. He can tear a man apart with both hands as easily as ripping cloth.”
“Barkan… So he is indeed one of the White Night Generals.”
“Yes. The witches beyond the Northern Barrier bred him like a living battering ram, cultivated through potent drugs and sorcery.”

Hagen’s jaw clenched as he spoke.

“A direct confrontation would be suicide. First…….”
“I’ll take him.”

Before Hagen could finish, the boy Aion, crouched in the shadows, stepped forward with calm certainty.

Jansen, lying prone beside him, flinched in alarm and grabbed Aion by the shoulder.

“W-wait. That’s reckless!”
“Hmm…….”

Hagen’s brow furrowed as he sank into deep thought.

“Commander!! How could Aion possibly handle that monster alone! It’s insane….”
“Very well. We have no choice. Letting them slip away from here would be equally disastrous, so we settle it now.”
“Commander Hagen!!!”
“Be quiet. If you make a scene, this will all fall apart.”

Hagen’s cold rebuke silenced Jansen, who closed his mouth with an aggrieved expression.

“But…….”
“It just so happens that today is when the Extreme Night falls—once a month. There’s no better moment for a night assault.”

Hagen gripped Aion’s shoulder firmly as he spoke.

“Consider it fortune sent from heaven. If we miss him now, the next opportunity may never come. Aion…… This plan can only succeed if you see it through. Can you do it?”

Nod—

Aion’s dry gaze turned toward Hagen.

“If it must be done.”

When the thick darkness finally swallowed the Snowy Plain,

Screech—!

“Ambush! It’s an ambush!!!”

The moment a sharp spearhead pierced the enemy’s abdomen, the silent Snowy Plain erupted into pandemonium.

Whoosh…

As torches flared to life on all sides and flames tore skyward from the enemy encampment, screams of agony split the air across the field.

“Put every last one of them down! They are plunderers of the Empire and enemies of Northern order!!”

At Hagen’s command, the garrison forces swept through the enemy ranks with savage fury.
The Special Unit’s night raid was devastatingly effective—beyond even that word’s reach.

Clang!

In the confusion of darkness and firelight, the ring of steel and the sickening sound of tearing flesh rang out without pause.

The unit members, disciplined and organized, exploited the blind spots of the panicked White Night Beings, their blades moving without rest.

“Die!”
“Hold the line! The enemy is in disarray!”

The snow was spattered crimson. Caught defenseless and ambushed, the enemy fell like autumn leaves stripped from their branches—no chance to even form a proper formation.

Yet one gravest threat still remained on this battlefield.

Barkan.

History was thick with tales of White Night Generals—monsters of that caliber—slaughtering entire squads of elite troops single-handedly. As long as he lived, there could be no true relief.

Clang!

…Clang!

In the heart of the battlefield, the tremendous crash of sword meeting axe erupted without ceasing.

……

Jansen stood transfixed, his bloodied blade hanging limp, staring toward the source of those thunderous blows.

“What is…”

Of course his gaze was drawn there.

On the surface, Barkan’s overwhelming brute strength seemed to be crushing Aion in one-sided fashion. Yet to Jansen’s eye, Aion’s movements carried something strange and precarious—a razor’s edge.

Hagen, who had drawn near without a sound, murmured softly:

“The difference in raw strength is at least several times over—perhaps more.”
……
“Yet Aion is deflecting every single one of that beast’s blows.”

Jansen pressed urgently, “What does that mean?”

“Shouldn’t we be joining in?”
“Quite the opposite. Better to leave Aion free to act.”

Jansen stared in bewilderment, utterly unable to grasp it.

“How is this even possible? White Night Beings possess physical capabilities far beyond ordinary humans—and if we’re talking about a White Night General-class monster, it shouldn’t be beatable at all…!”

Clang!

As if mocking their very conversation, Aion’s longsword glided smoothly past Barkan’s blunt weapon, and he began to seize command of the battle with deliberate, measured grace.

“How is this even…”
“I have no idea.”
“…What?”

Hagen muttered without tearing his eyes from the spectacle.

“I don’t know. That sort of thing. Only that bastard and the cursed monsters of the Iscar Family could ever manage it.”
……
“You know what? Aion’s mana is thin. And the misfortune is he was born in this age of sorcery.”

In that battlefield of swirling snow, Aion’s blade work was miraculous—each strike perfectly controlling the beast’s trajectory.

A deep note of regret colored Hagen’s voice.

“If he’d been born in another era.”
……
“An age of steel, ruled by nothing but blood, gunpowder, and iron.”

At the end of Hagen’s gaze, Aion pushed off the ground and drove himself into the beast’s embrace.

“How far might he have gone? …At the very least, he wouldn’t be shackled here to the Northern Barrier as he is now.”

A sickening tear split the air.

The horrible sound of rupture cleaved through the noise of battle.

Hagen exhaled sharply.

“It’s over.”

Barkan’s massive frame, which had been thrashing madly with his weapons, went rigid.
The beast’s thick neck tilted at an angle, and his enormous head simply dropped to the ground.

A geyser of hot blood erupted from the severed stump.

The spray of blood fountained from where the neck had been cleaved away.

A crash—

Aion turned his back on the toppling beast and, his face perfectly blank, flicked his longsword to shake the blood from the blade.

The soldiers stood paralyzed, aghast at the sheer butchery before them.

Hagen too swallowed hard, then muttered a hollow laugh under his breath.

“If only that man had the Talent for Mana… No, wait. Is it the opposite?”

His voice carried deflation, yet absolute conviction.

“If only this world had no Mana….”

***

Five,

Six,

And…….

Shhhhwick―!

The nauseating sound of tearing flesh cut through the patter of rain and echoed across the field.

“Seven.”

Xenon, one of the three-person unit from Irghas, muttered softly as he shook blood from his Longsword, watching droplets fall to the ground.

He was counting the guardian knights who had lost their lives to his blade alone in this brief span of time.

“How… how is this possible….”

One of the guardian knights, his abdomen pierced deep by the blade, collapsed to the ground while spitting up blood.

Though defensive magic had been sealed by the Mana Vacuum, his expression spoke of disbelief—that these elite forces of Excion should fall so helplessly before the Swordsmanship of a mere mercenary.

Xenon cast a thin sneer toward the fallen knight.

“So confident, yet you don’t even understand why you lost. A true fool, aren’t you.”

With a smooth motion, Xenon cut off the man’s breath entirely, his voice turning cold.

“Go to the next world and ponder it there.”

Click—

Xenon rinsed his bloodstained blade in the rain and slid it back into its sheath.

“How much longer are we going to wait here?”

Lia, the lockpick, hung from the massive door of Erebos’s vault, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead as the barrier remained sealed shut.

Wolf, the demolitions expert, shouldered his enormous War Hammer and hurried her along with a gruff voice.

“Lia, Xenon’s pushing us. Can’t you work any faster?”

Lia the lockpick.

Before joining the crew, she had earned her reputation as a skilled treasure hunter in the underworld.

She was a specialist among specialists—one who boasted that given enough time, she could open any lock in the world.

“Just wait, I’m almost there!”

Lia glanced around nervously and shouted in frustration.

Nearly twenty guardian knights lay scattered around the entrance of Erebos, their bodies broken and lifeless.

A horrific scene of slaughter.

But the intruders had not escaped unscathed. Xenon swept the surroundings with a cold gaze and spoke.

“We’ve taken considerable damage ourselves. If reinforcements arrive that we didn’t anticipate, we won’t have an easy time getting out.”
“I know, I know!”

The magical seals that had guarded the door to Erebos were already neutralized entirely by the aftermath of the Mana Storm.

Of course, that did not mean they could enter Erebos immediately.

Lia shoved her tools in roughly and shot back a reply.

“When magical seals break down, the physical seals strengthen in return. If we’re careless, we won’t be able to get in without destroying the door completely. Should I rush through this and ruin everything?”

Xenon responded listlessly to Lia’s sharp retort.

“Well, I can endure frustration, but boredom is harder to bear.”

Clang—!

A dull, violent sound rang out as the mechanical gears meshed and turned.

“Done. Wolf, your turn now.”
“Oh! At last it’s my time to shine.”

Wolf stepped forward with a vicious grin. He gripped an enormous hammer in his crude Steel Gauntlets, then swung it brutishly toward the gap Lia had unlocked.

Boom—!

Tremendous brute force. The vault door warped and let out a ghastly shriek.

“Hnngh….”

Creak—

Wolf shoved both hands into the warped gap.

Grrrrrrr—

“Urrrgh….”

He wrenched the door open by sheer force.

Groan…

At last the vault door screamed open.

“It’s open… hah… hah….”

Wolf turned and shouted.

“Come on, Xenon. Let’s go! Toward our grand future.”

Xenon, who had been resting on the dark staircase, slowly rose to his feet at those words.

That was when it happened.

Step, step.

Beyond the storage vault, heavy footsteps echoed through a dark corridor swept by torrential rain, accompanied by an eerie commotion.

A scarlet-drenched man slowly emerged, piercing through the pitch-black darkness.

That crimson hue blazed vivid even beneath the purple sky torn by the raging storm.

A man drowning in blood.

Outside, a fierce downpour was surely falling—a deluge that should have washed away every trace of blood clinging to him and left him clean.

Yet his entire body remained grotesquely caked in unwashed gore.

How much blood could a single man be wearing?

“Xenon…?”

Wolf had begun to step into the storage vault when he stopped and called out to Xenon, who waved a hand in dismissal.

“Go ahead. I’ll catch up in a moment.”
“Why? Who’s coming?”

Wolf craned his neck forward to peer at the scarlet figure but refused to budge, so Xenon answered.

“Someone who promises not to be boring.”

Clink—

Shhhing…

Aion casually wiped away another’s blood streaming down his face with the back of his hand.

Lightning splits the sky, yet no one startles.

“Such things…”

They have lived lives like this.

“Never seen it before.”

The Untalented Mage Swallows a Catastrophic Future — Chapter 60

Author
Wang Mozhi
Publisher
Daon Creative
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Yeon
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Dalri

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