A Talentless Mage Devours a Disaster-Class Future - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

The Rooftop of the Grand Atrium.
In the darkness where a violent downpour crashed down, Aion stared wordlessly at the girl before him.

— In truth, I’ve been helping my father with his business since I was young.

That youthful face, which had spoken of the past with a bashful smile, now wore a languid grin in the very heart of this terrible Catastrophe.

“…I was waiting for you.”

Hisssssss—

The moment raindrops touched her skin, they boiled away into white steam. A strange, rippling mirage as though her entire body had caught fire.

Yet curiously, the clothes she wore remained wholly untouched by those flames.

“…Did you know I’d come?”
“Who knows? I just had a feeling. If someone were to appear at this moment, when everything is coming to an end… I thought it would be you.”

Ruana continued.

“It was like that before too. I remember. The day you saved us all.”

Aion’s teeth clenched.

“…Why?”

At his grinding question, Ruana tilted her head slightly.

“What do you mean? Didn’t you come knowing everything?”

Ssssk—

Ruana twisted her lips into a grin.
The laughter of that charming, innocent girl who had once spoken openly by the campfire—its meaning had now become utterly incomprehensible.

“The world is terribly unfair.”

Whoooosh—

Ruana slowly spread both arms wide in the rain, her face tilted up toward the void above.

“Some are born into noble houses, never having known pain or sorrow. Others are blessed with beauty so dazzling that their entire lives are spent in reverence, needing only to breathe.”

Her eyes swirled with deep jealousy and exultation.

— Leila shines. Glimmers, beautiful and mysterious.

Once, walking side by side down the Forest Path, she had spoken those words of admiration for Leila in a voice tinged with longing.

Had it been more than mere admiration—some fragment of deep inferiority that had festered in her very bones for years?

“All of it is unfair.”

Ruana’s gaze fixed back on Aion.

“I’ve done nothing wrong, yet no one sees me.”

The rain lashed at her wet hair, tousling it roughly.

“I don’t shine brightly, do I? That’s why…”
“Ruana. I’m looking at you.”

Aion’s voice fell heavy with comfort.

“That’s a lie.”

Yet despite her words, Ruana cradled both cheeks in her hands, her expression rapturous as she pressed further.

Whoooosh…

“You know what, Aion? How about now? Now I’m shining brightly, aren’t I?”

Ssshhhhh…

Red heat poured from her body, evaporating the rainwater and shrouding the rooftop in thick, billowing mist.

“Yes. It feels like I could do anything right now.”
“…Stop.”

Aion cut her off decisively.

“You can still stop this.”
“…Why should I?”

Ruana’s bitter laugh rang out, her eyes a burning red tinged with cold resentment.

“It’s all your fault.”
“……?”
“If you hadn’t saved everyone that day. If you hadn’t forced open the doors of the Small Auditorium…”

A chilling truth spilled from between her lips.

“There would have been no reason for so many to die all at once today. They were only supposed to observe mages burning. But you stopped that.”

The great fire of Hazel Dorm. Aion had saved seventeen lives that should have perished that day. Because he had altered the past, their observation remained unfinished.

And the consequences had reached this moment.

“So it’s all your fault.”

It was precisely when Ruana’s accusation, laced with resentment, came like a poisoned blade.

【Hwayeom: …Abandon persuasion, Aion.】

Inside his mind, Hwayeom’s Extreme Point spoke in a heavy, sinking voice as a warning.

【Hwayeom: Those things have already extended their claws into that child. She’s reached a state beyond recovery.】

‘What do you mean…?’

【Hwayeom: They target spiritual vulnerabilities, amplifying negative emotions and enslaving consciousness. Now that reason has been devoured like this, there’s no way to solve it through dialogue. Only direct confrontation remains.】

In that very instant, as Aion exchanged these brief words with the Extreme Point, his gaze flickered with uncertainty.

“Look here.”

Ruana tilted her head at an unnatural angle, her voice dropping to a frigid whisper.

“Even now, you’re not fully focused on me, are you, Aion? So it was all a lie after all?”
“…….”
“Everything about looking straight at me—it was all a lie. Heh… I knew it.”

Ruana let out a bitter laugh and kicked at one of the countless Flame Runes scattered beneath her feet with her shoe.

“…Ten minutes from now.”

A sentence of death fell from her lips like a judge’s gavel.

“In ten minutes, I’m going to blow this place to pieces. When this wretched storm finally passes, it’ll all be over.”

Aion’s gaze swept across the massive heap of Flame Runes strewn across the Rooftop.

If Flame Runes in this quantity detonated simultaneously atop the Rooftop, the Grand Atrium’s enormous ceiling would collapse, and a terrible inferno along with the debris would come crashing down on everything below.

And the students of Excion huddled together down there would have no chance to flee—they would be crushed beneath the burning wreckage and consumed by the flames in an instant.

【Hwayeom: The detonation of Flame Runes requires Mana. Only once the storm passes and Mana returns to saturate the atmosphere will those Runes be able to activate.】

In other words, the terrible bomb could only be triggered ten minutes from now.

“So, if you want to stop all of this….”

Amid the relentless downpour, Ruana spread both arms wide like a saint, beaming with radiance.

“Kill me, Aion.”

With her provocation came a voice in his mind—Daeji’s Extreme Point laid bare the truth of reality.

【Daeji: Everything she said is true. The storm will pass in ten minutes. …It did before. You have to stop her before the storm ends!】

Ten minutes.

He had to kill Ruana in ten minutes and prevent the explosion.

‘…Kill her?’

Who?
…Ruana?

Aion searched his memory for a time when he had ever hesitated so deeply before taking a life.

…He doubted there ever was one.

Thud.

With a deafening thunderclap that tore the sky asunder.

Whoosh—

The Excion Robe draped across Ruana’s shoulders was torn away by the wind and rain.
Or perhaps she had simply cast it off herself.

“…That so?”

From her entire body poured forth terrible, superhuman heat—steam and flames that no human frame should have been capable of containing.

“Come on, then.”

Ssssshhhhhhh—!

Each raindrop evaporated the instant it touched her skin, and white mist engulfed the space around her.

Before that overwhelming heat, Hwayeom’s Extreme Point cried out urgently.

【Hwayeom: Aion, don’t underestimate her! She’s not human anymore. She’s a Flamer!】

‘A Flamer?’

【Hwayeom: Puppets and soldiers under their control. Physical abilities amplified to inhuman levels—living instruments of slaughter that spew forth terrible heat and steam!】

A monster that emanated superhuman violence even while her Mana lay sealed.
To Aion, who remembered Ruana’s ordinary form, this power felt alien, almost unrecognizable.

【Hwayeom: …There’s no turning back now. Do your best.】

Whoooosh…

Shing—

Aion drew his blade and leveled it at her.
A sword that had drunk far too much blood.

In the deluge of rain, their gazes met in midair—Aion with his blood-stained Longsword, Ruana with her burning form—sharp and unforgiving.

Clang—!

Aion’s Longsword and Ruana’s fist collided, and a sharp, violent crack split the air.

‘The sound…?’

It wasn’t the sound of flesh meeting steel. It was the sound of metal striking metal.

Whooooom—!

Yet Ruana’s attacks followed no systematic martial form. They were the trajectory of a beast acting on pure instinct alone.

Whooooom—!

And yet they were faster and more powerful than any technique had the right to be.

Some beasts are born into the predator’s seat from the moment of their first breath, and the Ruana before him wore that crown exactly.

Shriek—!

‘Tch…’

A strip of flesh had nearly been torn from his face by her hand blade as it grazed past his cheek.

Fortunately, using that same uncanny footwork that had overwhelmed Zenon, he was managing to slip past Ruana’s attacks by the thinnest of margins, but his disadvantage remained unchanged.

‘What in…’

Aion still didn’t know exactly what the Flamer was, or who these people were that Hwayeom’s Extreme Point had spoken of.

But one thing was certain—the chill of intuition that this would not be an easy fight pressed against his skin like frost.

“Aion… you fight well. You’re as strong as I thought.”

Kick—

Ruana stretched out her burning hand, her smile languid and strange.

Screech—!

She seized his blade bare-handed.

‘Ugh…’

“Running away won’t help. Surely you haven’t forgotten that?”

I knew. Of course I knew.

But knowing didn’t change the facts. The shoulder wound I’d taken from my fight with Zenon was far from shallow.

More than that, I was fighting consecutive battles in the middle of a relentless storm, and my Vitality was nearly depleted.

By now, the tempest had reached its peak.

Crack-crack-crack-craaaack—!

The rooftop flashed pale white as thunder tore through the sky.

A flinch.

That’s when I noticed it.
A very small discord.

The instant the lightning and thunder flashed overhead, Ruana’s body—charging forward without hesitation—pulled back ever so slightly. I caught it.

‘Just now… did she react to the thunder?’

Zenon and I had fought in similar conditions before. But neither of us had flinched at mere thunder.

We were trained warriors.
Trained never to lose our composure in any situation, trained never to hesitate.

Ruana, despite now possessing physical abilities that couldn’t be compared to Zenon’s or mine, had just faltered at a mere crack of thunder.

Crash-crash…!

‘Ngh….’

But nothing had changed.

Kaaa-aang—!

Ruana still came at me with ferocious heat radiating from her, driving me back ruthlessly.

Siiiii…

Clang—!

“Haah!”

The defensive onslaught continued.
Even the Extreme Points in my head couldn’t hide their alarm, crying out urgently.

【Daeji: Damn it! What are you doing?! At this rate we can’t stop her!】
【Hwayeom: We have to think of something! We have to stop that monster somehow…!】

As I was being driven backward through the rain, bearing the full brunt of each crushing blow,

I noticed Ruana’s pattern of attack had changed—subtly, but noticeably.

Kaang—!

Her relentless assault, which had been hammering down moment after moment, now seemed to stutter—losing force in intermittent spurts, as if the rhythm kept breaking.

To be precise, it wasn’t the movements themselves—it was the force behind each attack that kept shifting unpredictably.

Tee-hee…

And each time, she tilted her head at an unnatural angle, whispering in a voice that made skin crawl.

“Come closer, Aion. Just a little nearer… and maybe I’ll be able to hear you.”

Steam blurred his vision.

Roughly five minutes remained.

As if the storm meant to sweep away every last drop of rain before vanishing, the downpour suddenly intensified until he could barely see ahead.

Whoooooosh—!

“Hah… hah…”

Aion steadied his ragged breathing, his eyes flickering between the terrain beneath his feet and Ruana, who grinned with grotesque mirth.

‘…!’

And he posed a question to the Extreme Points.

‘The storm ends in five minutes. That’s right, isn’t it?’

The Extreme Points faltered at the sudden question, but an answer came swiftly.

【Suryu: Without doubt.】

In that instant, Aion’s eyes blazed with certainty—like a prophet who had glimpsed the future bearing down upon him.

“Ruana.”
“…?”

Ruana, sensing the sudden shift in atmosphere, twisted her head again—and Aion spoke.

“I see you. I see you clearly.”

The Talentless Mage Swallows the Catastrophic Future — Chapter 63

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Wang Mochi
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