Adopting the Male Protagonist Changed the Genre - Chapter 192

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Chapter 192

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The city with a typhoon warning was bustling with activity.

Every ship docked at the port, from small boats to massive sailing vessels, was securely tied with ropes, and people boarded up their windows with wooden planks.

Today, with the typhoon approaching, tension showed on people’s faces, but there was no fear.

Even the typhoon that visited Baliko every year and swept through people’s homes was nothing more than daily life to them.

‘I wish Giuseppe had been mistaken.’

At the disaster shelter located on high ground.

I looked up at the gray storm clouds covering the sky.

Giuseppe, who had recovered his body with the ‘Spring of All Things,’ told me the fragmentary past he had learned from the dark mage who had been a novice priest.

Six silhouettes around a round table.

The operation to be carried out in two days.

Human sacrifices to complete the immortality dark magic circle.

The method to procure them was…

“Master.”

I turned around at the voice calling me. And the moment I saw Chaser’s darkly sunken expression, I immediately realized.

That we had finally discovered what we were looking for.

“It’s just as that priest said. A magical device made with dark magic was installed in the shelter.”

In Chaser’s hand hung threads of magical power delicately drawn out like spider webs, with a translucent cube-shaped model dangling like a pendulum at the end.

“Suga, what do you think? Does this thing also smell of dark magic?”

At my words, Suga, who had materialized for once, buried her head and sniffed around before tilting her head in confusion.

“No, it doesn’t smell like 100 gold.”

Unfortunately, Suga’s dark magic sensor seemed to only activate for people.

After confirming Suga’s reaction, Chaser finally explained what it was.

“It’s a very nasty magical device. It’s made so that when the set time comes, all sorts of compressed magic stored inside will burst out like fireworks.”

“If this had activated inside the shelter…”

“The building would have collapsed, causing tremendous casualties. This is practically an explosive spell.”

A terrible word came to mind.

Bomb terrorism.

That was the method those bastards used to take people’s lives to complete immortality.

If we hadn’t discovered the explosive magical device now, we would have later judged that the building collapsed due to the typhoon.

‘Bomb terrorism when even firearms and gunpowder aren’t well developed.’

I thought it strangely didn’t fit the era, but I shook my head to dispel the idle thoughts. That’s not what’s important right now.

Fortunately, thanks to Giuseppe reading the novice priest’s past, we noticed that explosive magical devices were hidden in the disaster shelter.

But we couldn’t be relieved. Because we couldn’t guarantee this was the only explosive.

Considering how sensitively the novice priest who was a dark mage reacted to contact with Giuseppe, those bastards probably knew that Giuseppe could see the past with his ‘Divine Insight’ authority.

Then, if I were them.

‘They would have hidden explosives separately and not shared the locations.’

That way, even if one or two of them came into contact with Giuseppe, there would be no risk of the other explosives’ locations being discovered.

So it would be good to assume that such explosives were hidden throughout the city, at least six of them, as many as the organization’s members.

“What about the explosion time setting?”

Chaser grumbled that alchemy wasn’t his specialty, but fortunately found the answer before long.

“15 hours from now.”

Ah, fortunately it seemed there was time to evacuate people.

“Good, first let’s find the lord and use this magical device as evidence to evacuate people…”

That’s when it happened.

Patter. Drop.

Before I could finish speaking, raindrops tapped my nose.

What started as sparse drops here and there soon turned into heavy rain, then fierce gusts swept through the city once.

The typhoon had made landfall in the city.

Thanks to Chaser putting up a translucent barrier above my head, not a single hair got wet, but I couldn’t hide my dismay.

By the time we explained the situation to the lord and actually started evacuating people, the typhoon would be sweeping through the city at its peak. In other words, trying to avoid bomb terrorism might get us caught in the typhoon.

It was already too late to escape the city. Then.

“…It would be better to evacuate people to the disaster shelter. The dark mages don’t know the explosive device at the shelter has been removed, so that would actually be safer.”

Chaser immediately sprang into action.

Fortunately, the Magister’s authority worked remarkably well.

Moreover, the lord, whose complexion turned pitifully pale at the mention of dark magic, nodded without asking for details.

To avoid giving information to the dark magic organization, the lord issued an evacuation order using the typhoon as an excuse.

But the shelter wasn’t large enough to accommodate all the city’s people, and the westerners who had experienced typhoons every year didn’t feel enough crisis to rush to the shelter immediately, so most were just locking their doors at home.

In other words, many people were still exposed to the threat of bomb terrorism.

Helplessly getting soaked by the pouring rain, I searched throughout the city with the Magic Tower’s mages and soldiers provided by the lord.

Places that would suffer the greatest damage when explosives detonated.

Perhaps it was because we focused on such places.

One at the clock tower, another in the densely populated residential area.

By the time we discovered a total of two explosives, the sun had already set and strong winds were sweeping through the city, uprooting trees.

Time remaining: 9 hours.

When further searching became impossible due to the gusts and darkness, Chaser let out a small breath.

“Ah.”

Chaser’s eyes, which had been gray like the gloomy rain-soaked city, suddenly turned golden.

“They moved.”

“What did?”

After looking around once, Chaser whispered in my ear.

“The dark mage who attacked that priest. There was no movement for a while, but now they’re starting to move actively.”

It was truly welcome news like sweet rain.

I took out Cao’s duplicates from the shadows and said.

“Send a messenger to the High Priest.”

Instead of grumbling, Chaser silently nodded once.

Soon one of Chaser’s yellow butterflies flew toward the temple, cutting through the darkness swept by the typhoon.

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“Though I have lived for ages, this is the first time I’ve seen such a terrible typhoon.”

It was the Red Mage Tower Master who spoke those words, but contrary to his words, there wasn’t a single rain stain on his shoes.

However, unlike him, most of the dark mages looked like drowned rats.

Except for the Red Mage Tower Master and the alchemist who made the explosive magical devices, none could handle magic, so they had no way to avoid rain while moving.

Thus, several with foul tempers openly glared at the Red Mage Tower Master, but he just chuckled without caring.

He was feeling an elation he had long forgotten.

7 hours from now.

He would become immortal and live a life of eternal truth-seeking, free from useless guidance and regulations.

‘I’ll have to work for that Ascetic fellow for a few years, but it’s a cheap price for eternal life.’

After that, he would tear the Ascetic’s limbs apart with his own hands. It would be enough for him alone to know the immortality dark magic circle.

The Red Mage Tower Master, who was thinking cruel thoughts while wearing an innocent smile befitting a child, turned his head toward today’s protagonists.

To operate the immortality magic circle the Ascetic had taught them, a total of four dark mages were needed.

The moment they paid the price with hundreds of corpses, they had to activate the dark magic circle together with three mages who would help him, so trust with colleagues was important, but the Red Mage Tower Master didn’t trust them.

Nevertheless, he could be confident his colleagues wouldn’t betray him because everyone except himself followed the Ascetic like a god.

No matter how much they despised him, they wouldn’t disobey the Ascetic’s orders.

Marquess Blanche, whom the Ascetic was particularly concerned about, had left for the Royal Capital, and they had even received the pleasant news that High Priest Giuseppe, who had been a constant hindrance, was on the verge of death.

Everything was perfect.

The Red Mage Tower Master, who had been smiling with satisfaction, suddenly felt a strange sense of unease and narrowed his eyes.

As his excited mood settled, an unidentifiable sense of discomfort jabbed at his rusty instincts.

The Red Mage Tower Master’s gaze swept once around those surrounding the round table before fixing on the one who had poisoned Giuseppe.

“You, come closer. Now that I look at you, I sense something strange.”

“The old man is finally losing his mind… Ugh! Won’t you let me go?!”

The Red Mage Tower Master swung his staff without asking permission, lifting the other’s body up into the air.

Infusing his eyes with mana to examine every corner of the body, he finally noticed the butterfly-shaped residual mana clinging to the right shoulder.

“Surveillance…!”

The moment the Magister widened his eyes and shouted.

CRASH!

A blindingly brilliant spear of light pierced through the rotting wooden ceiling and struck into the center of the round table.

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