Blacksmithing Is Child’s Play for a Dark Mage - Chapter 13

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Episode 13
“Cleaning! Cleaning! Purification! Purification!”
Tay could now understand what these things were shouting about even without the imp translating for him.
He found himself facing a golem standing roughly one and a half meters tall, equipped with a vacuum cleaner that shrieked those very words and a rotating drill with steel wool bristles mounted on multiple legs.
“Quiet, Tech!”
Clang!
But then—
One hit meant three seconds of stun.
This thing was far too powerful.
“Incinerate! Incinerate! Purify! Purify!”
The next one he encountered was a flamethrower-equipped golem, roughly two meters in size.
But this time, the imp stepped forward.
The imp was a quintessential fire demon.
In reality, ordinary flame caused it no harm whatsoever.
While Glashalavolias attacked the golem and blocked its line of sight, Tay moved in close and hammered away at it with his Monkey Wrench.
Clang!
“Malfunction. Malfunction error.”
He struck the shrieking golem several more times until it fell to pieces.
They encountered more golems after that.
Everything from three-meter specimens down to one-and-a-half-meter ones.
The one mercy was that they didn’t encounter any other types of monsters.
However, monster corpses were scattered throughout the area.
It seemed the golems had waged a fierce battle here.
And from among them, Tay claimed anything of value.
Stronger individual monsters generated something called a Mana Stone within their bodies, and he harvested those.
In the case of golems, he salvaged fragments of their shattered cores—those that carried Mana Stones or magical resonance.
All of it was money.
Mages would pay good silver for it.
Or Tay could use it directly as material for his own purposes.
As he proceeded, he experimented with one of Dialogue’s functions—Predation.
The results were extraordinary.
Munch, munch.
An inorganic being, essentially a golem in substance, tore into monster corpses with its seven metal appendages and consumed them.
Remarkable!
And then—
The moment it finished devouring them, a new message appeared.
-Minion: Dialogue the Loudmouth has used Predation.
-Minion: Dialogue the Loudmouth has grown by 0.01%.
‘Wait? This thing grows?’
An ability he’d never seen in his previous life.
Tay was shocked.
The Loudmouth growing? What happens when it grows—does the mouth become two?
So he checked the item information in detail and discovered new functions had emerged.
Function: Reduces Mana cost when casting spells by 0.01%
Function: Increases attack power when casting spells by 0.01%
‘That’s incredible!’
Tay marveled inwardly.
So after confirming this—
He diligently made Dialogue use Predation whenever he spotted a monster corpse. An inorganic creature consuming organic matter presented a peculiar sight from every angle.
And upon testing, he discovered that Dialogue devoured broken golem remnants as well.
What’s more—
The growth rate varied depending on the level of the corpse it consumed.
After feeding it various things, it had already climbed to 0.22%.
‘This is an incredible ability! A growth-type skill! If it grows infinitely, it would be utterly formidable!’
With that thought, Tay praised Dialogue.
“You’re something else, you know? A growth-type ability. And I made you—terrifying!”
“Thank you for the praise, Master. But it seems you’ve stopped calling me Tech?”
“When you’re not in use, you don’t need to make the Tech sound.”
Tay tapped the Monkey Wrench hanging at his waist lightly.
“Anyway. Looks like we finally found the way up.”
“Right?”
Three days of scouring the area, and finally—a path upward.
The ancient inscriptions called it the Maintenance Passage, and it did have stairs leading up.
“Both of you, stay silent.”
“Yes, Master!”
“Of course.”
Tay quieted his two companions and began ascending carefully.
Some time into the climb.
A sudden rumble filled the air.
‘So that was it. I thought the silence was strange—sound must have been dampened down here.’
It was no accident that Tay had insisted on silence from both the demon and the construct.
Stairs without a sound?
While Great Purification was supposedly underway?
Impossible.
So he’d climbed cautiously, and sure enough—his instinct had been right.
As he continued up, listening to the roar, he came face to face with a golem in the act of dismembering a human corpse.
A spindly thing, bristling with spinning scrubbers for legs.
“Cleaning! Clean—”
Clang!
No time for words—Monkey Wrench struck first.
The golem seized, trembling, and Tay raised the wrench again.
Whoooosh!
He brought the wrench down, Black Magical Power surging through it.
Crack!
At the same moment, a new message appeared.
-Through repeated action, you have learned [Skill: Power Strike].
‘What? No way! Warrior skills are actually learnable like this?!’
Tay nearly shouted with delight.
He consumed the golem and gazed down at the human corpse.
His expression darkened.
It was Molton, the priest.
“May you find paradise in Kaltera’s eternal grace.”
He offered his respects and took Molton’s necklace and Warhammer—blessed relics, too sacred to waste.
A Black Mage couldn’t use them, but the Kaltera Temple would reward him for returning them.
The demon watched Tay from the side, eyes narrowing slightly.
“It should be a touching human moment, but that last remark just ruins the solemnity.”
“Can’t help it, tech.”
Tay spoke gravely and resumed climbing.
What he found above was devastation—corpses strewn everywhere, golems smashed to pieces.
Humans, monsters, and golems of every imaginable design lay in ruins.
It looked like a battlefield after a great war.
And to one side, he saw wastewater flowing.
“That’s the Sewage System. We’ve found a route to the surface.”
“Good. At least it looks like we’ll survive this.”
Tay hooked the Monkey Wrench to his belt clasp and spoke.
If he didn’t need it, there was no need to make that sound.
Whatever was happening here, as long as they kept moving, they’d make it out alive.
That’s what Tay believed.
And he set off immediately—heading upstream through the Sewage System, following the flow of water.
But as he moved, a sinister, vicious wave of Black Magical Power suddenly swept across from far ahead.
Whoooooosh!
Every hair on his body stood on end.
“Now that’s impressive Black Magic.”
“What is it?”
“Undead creation magic. A Necromancer variant.”
“What?”
Black Magic had many schools, and among them were those who created or commanded undead—true Necromancers.
Tay, by contrast, was classified as a Demonancer—primarily one who bound demons through pact.
“Perhaps this Necromancer is the reason the Great Purification began.”
“Damn it all! Nothing’s working out! Was I cursed or something? Hell!”
“Master! What a fortunate day this is! Though I confess, there’s no soup establishment in this world, is there?”
Tay frowned at Dialogue’s cheerful remark. In that moment—
Among the corpses scattered about, the ones still somewhat intact began to rise.
“If I may offer counsel: use Soul Extraction. It proves devastatingly effective against the undead.”
“I see. The undead move because of soul fragments or something like that, right?”
“Correct.”
“Soul Extraction!”
“Soul Extraction!”
He raised his staff and cast the spell. Dialogue, attached to his shoulder, immediately mirrored the incantation and unleashed the magic.
Shwaaaack!
Two undead nearby that had begun to rise trembled violently, letting out screams before collapsing into ordinary corpses.
He caught the soul fragments that materialized in his palm and swallowed them at once.
Whoosh!
His Black Magical Power recovered.
Soul Extraction restored a fair amount of Black Magical Power, but consuming the soul fragments directly this way granted additional recovery.
“Run! Keep close behind me!”
“Have no fear.”
Tay began to run.
* * *
Aura is also called vitality or body-hardening force.
Mana, the energy that constitutes the world, adheres to the physical body, and when combined with life force, creates this power.
It lacks the versatility of magic, yet it strengthens the body several times more efficiently than magic does.
Then what of it?
What of Magical Power—mana itself fused directly with a human’s spiritual and mental essence?
Imbuing something with this force does strengthen the target to a degree.
Yet it’s far less efficient than Aura, which is why it sees little use.
Furthermore, unlike Aura, Magical Power causes overload in living beings, and excessive use risks physical damage—a serious drawback.
Still, in emergencies, one must use it.
Like Tay now.
Thump!
He leaped several meters at once, displaying roughly double the jumping power and sprint speed of an ordinary human—he’d channeled Black Magical Power through his entire lower body.
If ordinary Magical Power harms the body, what of Black Magical Power?
Black Magical Power comes in many varieties; Necromancers draw upon Spectral Black Power, which flows from corpses and corrupts them.
Demonancers like Tay, by contrast, wield Infernal Black Power—mana corrupted by the force of Hell itself.
Either way, it’s ruinous to the human body, inflicting far graver damage than ordinary Magical Power.
But in a pinch, you use what you must!
“Damn! This hurts like hell!”
His legs creaked painfully. It ached, but didn’t slow his pace.
“Soul Extraction!”
“Soul Extraction!”
As he ran, he cast Soul Extraction at the undead rising all around him, drawing in their lingering soul remnants.
Dialogue, perched on his shoulder, mirrored his every spell and triggered the magic in tandem.
Soul Extraction—doubled!
The souls instantly converted to Black Magical Power, replenishing his depleted reserves.
“Hmm. The situation grows dire; permit me to teach you one more black magic incantation.”
Glashalavolias glided smoothly through the air as he followed, speaking as he went.
“What is it!?”
Teaching magic in a moment like this? What a demon!
Well. A demon, technically.
As this thought crossed his mind, Glashalavolias hurled a clinging flame at one of the undead.
The Black Mage Is Too Easy As a Blacksmith
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