A Talentless Mage Devours a Disaster-Class Future - Chapter 64
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Chapter 64
Crash!
Above the rooftop where the downpour fell without mercy, the bone-chilling screech of steel meeting steel rang out again and again.
“What’s wrong, Aion? Tiring already?”
Luana straightened her grotesquely bent head, her laugh carrying a metallic edge.
Hiss…
Each time her bare hand deflected Aion’s blade, scarlet flames erupted with boiling steam that scattered in all directions.
“How much longer do you think you can keep running?”
Clang!
Luana’s fist slammed brutally against the flat of Aion’s longsword.
Even through the impact that felt like his teeth might shatter, Aion didn’t blink, slipping the attack aside.
“Come closer!”
Sizzle…!
Luana’s fingernails grazed dangerously across Aion’s cheek.
The searing heat licked his skin painfully, as though his flesh might cook.
“I think you’ll understand me. That’s what I believe. Isn’t it?”
Clash!
Crash!
With each suffocating exchange, Aion’s grip threatened to tear open.
For Aion without mana to endure through physical strength alone was impossible—her power, transformed into Flamer, defied all reason.
And worse still…
‘…the blade’s reaching its limit.’
Aion’s gaze flicked toward the longsword. Already chipped and cracked from his clash with Xenon.
It was absurd even to expect durability—he’d taken it from an attacker in the first place.
And now, constantly exposed to the terrifying heat that Luana unleashed, the steel blade was glowing red and losing its shape.
“So your grand plan is just to waste time!?”
Luana screamed in fury, driving her fist down like lightning toward Aion’s torso.
There was nowhere to escape.
Or rather—the movement was too fast to evade.
Aion reflexively raised the longsword horizontally to block the blow.
Boom!
That was the moment. Aion’s pupils trembled.
Crack-crack-crack…
With a chilling sound of fracture, a thick fissure tore through the middle of the longsword that had burned red-hot.
‘Damn.’
The brutal strength capable of shattering human bone had pushed past steel’s limit at last.
Clang-crash—!
With a harsh metallic shriek, Aion’s only weapon shattered into fragments that scattered in all directions.
“…Pathetic.”
An expression flickered across Luana’s face—whether joy or sorrow, impossible to tell.
A swordmaster stripped of his blade.
With his mana sealed away, Luana’s burning hand now hurtled toward Aion’s heart with savage intensity, no longer shielded by steel.
Whoosh—!
Yet in that very instant, Aion did not hesitate.
He hurled the broken hilt he’d been gripping without a shred of reluctance.
A way to obscure her vision for just a moment.
Her body was too solid to be affected by a mere hilt or blade fragment, but Luana instinctively flinched.
An instinct that persisted meant consciousness remained.
And it also meant that the monster radiating such heat and vapor was still Luana.
Rather than retreating from her oncoming hand, Aion did not step back at all.
Thud—!
But of course, brute force had no effect on her.
Whoosh-!
Whoosh, whoosh-!
“Ahahaha! Bare-handed? You think you can beat me like this?”
Luana scoffed and threw a punch at Aion, her fist cutting through the air.
The trajectory was crude and instinctive—no trace of trained martial technique.
Aion pushed his Perception to its absolute limit, slipping through her ruthless barrage with paper-thin margins to spare.
“Haah…!”
Thud, thud, thud-!
The difference between a trained combatant and an untrained one should have been obvious. And yet.
No—if anything, Luana was gradually catching up to Aion’s movements with overwhelming speed.
The right call would be to create distance.
But instead, Aion pressed forward, driving his fists toward her abdomen.
Thwack, thwack-!
Aion’s knuckles found their mark against her belly again and again, yet Luana showed no sign of pain.
“Tch….”
No—it was Aion who winced each time his fists made contact with her body.
And even his relentless assault was beginning to become readable to Luana.
Crack-
She didn’t bother dodging his incoming strike. Instead, she took it full-body, then seized that infinitesimal opening to swing her arm with devastating speed.
Roar-!
“Gah-!”
A blow so vicious that proper defense became impossible.
Struck by that single attack, Aion spun several rotations, his left arm flailing, before being flung backward.
Thud-
Crunch…
He lay there, limp, unable to rise.
Luana’s gaze swept slowly across the space around her.
Patter…
Patter…
As she stretched her hand forward, the raindrops ceased their fall upon her palm.
The clouds tore apart, and fragile light spilled across her face.
“Aion, the storm is passing.”
She looked down at Aion sprawled motionless on the ground, her voice bright with triumph.
Aion lay wedged against the wall, his head bowed, his body still as stone—pain had robbed him of consciousness.
【Daeji: Damn it! Wake up! If you fall here….】
【Hwayeom: Aion! Get up! Do something, get up!!】
The Extreme Points urged him frantically, but Aion’s body remained rigid, unyielding.
Once the storm cleared, the Grand Atrium would collapse in flame.
【Suryu: …No.】
Then Suryu’s Extreme Point spoke, as if perceiving something unspoken.
【Suryu: He hasn’t given up yet.】
Whoooosh…
Sunlight seeping through the fractured clouds illuminated the Grand Atrium’s roof.
And throughout Excion, mana that had been cut off moments before began—slowly, tentatively—to return.
The inflow of mana.
“Now, it’s over.”
At that very instant.
Whooom…
Aion slipped a few tiny spheres into Luana’s school uniform pocket without her noticing.
Those small spheres were Suryu’s Ultimate Version that Aion had crafted through training before the mana storm arrived.
Drop.
― In that compressed instant, the water droplet enters a state of stability. Even at your paltry level of mastery, it can maintain its form for a week.
A bomb that clung viscously to its caster, one that could sustain that merciless compressed state for a full week even if the supply of mana were cut off.
That single moment when the storm passes and mana returns.
A means to deal the swiftest shock to an enemy using the barest minimum of mana.
From the start, Aion had identified this moment as the deciding point. The reason he persisted in an exchange whose meaning remained obscure, despite the disadvantage, was precisely this.
Crunch—
Aion poured all his strength into his right hand, clenching empty air.
Fwooooooooom—!!!
Whoooooooooosh!
“…Ugh……argh!”
The vast amount of Suryu compressed within Luana’s pocket was released in an instant, erupting into a massive explosion.
Boom—!
The explosion of Suryu didn’t possess the lethal lethality of a meltdown.
Yet the impact wrought by an absurdly massive aquarium’s worth of water compressed and suddenly detonating all at once was nothing short of devastating.
As that explosion slammed into the rooftop, Luana’s body was flung violently backward.
Crack!
…Crackle-crackle!
She came to rest, barely, against the railing.
Yet despite taking the full force of that tremendous impact, Luana’s reinforced body showed no sign of serious injury.
【Hwayeom: Damn it!!】
【Saengmyeong: Did it… fail?】
The situation felt as though their final stratagem had backfired.
But—
Only Aion knew the true purpose of this plan.
“Ah…… ugh…….”
Luana had been hurled to the very edge of the rooftop, precariously balanced upon a marble railing.
Her legs gave out—she couldn’t stand.
【Hwayeom: Why…?】
— I’m scared… I’m scared….
— …Luana?
— Let me down… I’m here… I’m scared….
One thing I’d learned during the mountain lodge repairs.
— Are you afraid of heights?
— Yeah. But stupidly, I climbed the ladder without thinking. My head went completely blank.
Luana suffered from acrophobia. Severe acrophobia, at that.
‘Her attack pattern breaking up… it must be because of that.’
Aion had positioned himself near the railing. She clearly hesitated with each strike whenever he stood near the edge.
“…Luana.”
“Let me down… I… let me down….”
Panic had seized her.
Despite possessing the Flamer’s overwhelming physical prowess, her human instinct—Luana’s primal terror—blanked her mind white.
Her instinct was alive.
And Luana inside the Flamer was alive as well.
Creak…
Crreeeak…
“……!”
The marble railing she stood on began to fracture, unable to withstand the impact of the recent clash and Suryu’s explosion.
“No, no… I… I….”
She reached out toward Aion.
Crackle-crackle-crackle!
Crash!
“Ah, no…!”
In an instant, the railing collapsed and Luana’s body plunged into the void.
Whoosh—!
With his broken left arm hanging limp, Aion pushed off the ground and hurled himself toward the edge of the rooftop.
Slash—!
“Hah… hah hah….”
With bestial reflexes, Aion stretched out his right hand and caught Luana’s hand just as she plummeted through empty space.
“Hold on, Luana!”
Luana dangled from Aion’s grip in midair, looking up at him.
“……Why?”
“Luana.”
Luana wept, her face ravaged. Beyond terror — she’d already accepted death itself.
“You won… so why…?”
Aion’s teeth clenched hard.
The weight pulling downward had his right arm screaming, muscles threatening to tear at any moment.
“I’m… really seeing you.”
Luana, trapped within the monster’s body — Aion understood her completely. He had watched and remembered every passing moment of her life, every fragment of her ordinary days.
“It was… real, then.”
Shrieeee—
Terrible heat, radiating involuntarily from Luana’s body, was scorching his palm red.
“Ah….”
Seeing this, Luana flinched in alarm and hastily smothered the flames dancing across her skin.
“Why… did you stop it this time?”
“…….”
“They won’t give up… they’re going to burn the mages anyway…”
Aion stared down at her, ignoring the sweat streaming down his blood-smeared face.
“…Let’s go back, Luana.”
“…….”
Luana’s expression contorted in complexity.
Twisted inferiority, madness, self-reproach for failing to fell Aion despite her overwhelming strength.
…And yet, buried beneath it all, a strange reassurance flowing from that firm grip.
“You really are… kind.”
“…Nothing changes. Ugh… you decided to become a mage.”
The secrets shared by the warm hearth that night.
— I still want to be a mage. Even if I don’t shine bright like Laila or those other geniuses, I want to live as a mage with a quiet, gentle light. Even if everyone ignores someone as clumsy as me.
“Aion… you know, you’re… really a strange mage.”
Suspended in empty air, transparent tears dripped steadily from Luana’s eyes.
“……Yes.”
The firm hand holding her now felt as though it could restore everything to its place, as if nothing had ever gone wrong.
“…I want to go back.”
And it was precisely at that moment, when everything seemed to find its place again.
Screeeee—
Crack…
“…Luana!?”
All at once, Luana’s head twisted at an unnatural angle. In her violet eyes, which had held Aion mere seconds before, human reason evaporated like a lie—utterly, completely gone.
“Observation… and, observation….”
What spilled from her lips was not the voice of a tender girl.
A horrifying, alien sound—dozens of men and women, young and old, layered grotesquely over one another.
【We are Eclipse. We observe, and we make absolute.】
Whoooooooosh―!!!
Luana’s entire body erupted in flames far more violent than before.
Stripped of self, she had become Eclipse’s perfect puppet. She reached out her hand, drawing mana upward—ready to incinerate Aion, to detonate every flame rune on the rooftop.
【Hwayeom: Aion!! It’s Eclipse! They’ve taken direct control! Let go of her hand, now!!】
【Daeji: You mad bastard! You’ll die too!! Let go!!】
The Extreme Points screamed in terror.
Agonizing pain—his skin was about to blacken and peel away.
But Aion did not release his grip.
And then, the sight before his eyes.
Skreeeeeeeech―!
A sharp, tearing sound split the empty air.
In the same moment, the crushing weight that had threatened to rip his right arm apart became light as a feather.
“……What?”
Cruelly, all that remained in Aion’s calloused grip was a girl’s severed hand.
Before Eclipse could steal her body and obliterate her reason entirely, she had severed her own hand.
Luana fell toward the distant courtyard of Excion far below.
As the distance grew, her pale face turned toward him—and offered a helpless smile.
“No, no, no, no!”
― There may come a day when you must accept that you alone cannot prevent all misfortune by your own strength.
Words spoken with Suryu before the Extreme Point and storm had arrived.
No one had imagined that moment would come so soon.
Yet just as this cruel fate of a fragile girl was about to sear itself into Aion’s eyes—despair, regret, and all—
Splooooosh―!
From nowhere, a clear, massive column of water tore through the air and shot downward, gently enveloping Luana’s falling body.
Bubble.
An enormous water sphere of tremendous density.
Luana’s body, suspended within that soft embrace, hung weightless in midair just before it could strike the ground.
Whiiiir—
“Did you not hear the warning to avoid going out when the storm rolls in?”
Someone stood beneath the courtyard, scratching the back of their head as the darkness lifted.
Aion could tell who it was even from a distance.
A figure whose name you’d have heard spoken at least once, not just in Excion but across the entire continent.
A high-ranking mage pioneering new horizons in hydrology magic, and…
— It’s obvious enough. The headmaster had me force through his admission to spite Director Shon, and now that we’re talking about re-evaluation, he’s tucked tail and run.
It was Professor Kalian de Mare of the Department of Hydrology Magic—the one who had overturned the scoring of Professor Alister Shon in the past and awarded Aion a passing grade on Excion’s entrance evaluation.
“Hmm….”
Aion’s left arm hung limp and caked with blood, and in his right hand remained Luana’s grip.
Kalian looked between those two brutal sights and adjusted his clothing.
“Well, there may have been circumstances for it.”
With those casual words of his.
Whoooosh—!
Shhhiiiiip—!
The moment mana returned, the multitude of Excion’s faculty who had held their breath in evacuation within the Grand Atrium all at once deployed flight magic and shot upward into the sky where the storm was clearing and dawn was breaking.
Erebos… hurry…
Those things… escape…
Voices of high-ranking mages echoing from afar.
And the overwhelming pulse of mana that those high-ranking mages released in unison.
His retinas captured the vision of that vast wave embroidering Excion’s sky in rainbow light.
“Haa…….”
Thump.
Aion rolled onto his back, turning his gaze toward the sky.
The mana storm week.
A succession of harsh events that had unfolded in that brief span of time.
And one name left behind.
“…Eclipse.”
Ding—!
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[!] You have completed the Task.
[!] You escape the crossroads of fate.
[!] Rewards are calculated based on all choices and outcomes.
[!] The rewards include Daeji’s Extreme Point magic.
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The Talentless Mage Swallows a Catastrophic Future — Episode 64
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Wang Mozzi
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I am devastated😭 luana was my favorite 😭 my goat 😭 and she will always be but damn 😭😭😭