The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 7

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Legend of the Evil Martial God

Chapter 7

Then what had he been doing all this time?

Nothing but wasting his efforts.

He had been foolish.

It felt like he had created enemies that didn’t even exist and had been digging holes in empty air by himself.

“So there’s nothing to worry about regarding Jin Mu Sect?”

“That’s correct. Any sect that wants to become enemies with Heavenly Martial City would have to be crazy to charge at us.”

He felt somewhat deflated.

As the tension released, he felt his energy drain away.

He had been checking the dates all this time.

While hoping to grow up quickly.

But he had thought it was the Manmu era, not the Hongryeok era.

He had thought it was the twelfth year of Manmu, but it was actually the twelfth year of Hongryeok.

Not confirming the era name had been a big mistake.

Snicker-.

Laughter escaped him.

Whatever the case, wasn’t this saying that Jin Mu Sect had no problems at all?

Then could he live a little more comfortably now?

Right.

Until he became an adult, let’s live according to his age.

Anyway, his younger brother would become the successor.

Since he had no burden of inheriting the family, he could just leisurely enjoy life.

While receiving his parents’ love.

After confirming that he had neither regressed nor reincarnated, Jeok Wigang put aside his worries about Jin Mu Sect.

Then he devoted himself to reading all kinds of books, trying to find something to replace the internal energy he lacked.

In fact, not having internal energy caused quite a few inconveniences.

Whether making elixirs or crafting weapons for fun.

He needed to control the intensity of fire with internal energy, but since he couldn’t do that, proper items wouldn’t come out.

Before, it didn’t matter because the Four Heavenly Demon Gods took turns injecting internal energy.

Now Taecheon was helping him, but he couldn’t keep calling on him for favors every day.

Also, when Taecheon was beside him, he couldn’t make proper items.

He didn’t want to show his talents.

If he did that, they would obviously make him the successor.

He would hide it as much as possible until his younger brother established himself as the successor.

Because he wanted to live freely without being tied down to anything.

Anyway, he read all kinds of books to solve these inconveniences, but couldn’t find anything.

He read old ancient books too.

Even after reading countless ancient books, there was nothing that could replace martial arts.

He went beyond the ancient books of the Central Plains to touch ancient books from other countries.

Then one day.

An ancient book he happened to pick up.

It was an ancient book from a country called Persia Kingdom.

The ancient book written in an unknown language strongly stimulated my curiosity.

Somehow I felt like this book would contain what I wanted.

So I learned the language of Persia Kingdom.

After learning the language, I could understand what kind of book it was.

A magic book.

It was a type of mystical art called magic,

and it was a book containing related content.

I was disappointed.

Because mystical arts also ultimately required a dantian.

Still, since I had worked hard to learn the language, I read it thoroughly with the mindset of at least reading it.

But it was different.

The mystical arts of Persia Kingdom didn’t require a dantian.

I became interested again, but I didn’t like the name of the mystical art.

Magic.

Did it mean the mystical arts of demons?

Perhaps because of the memory of once being called a demon’s seed, an evil seed, I didn’t feel drawn to it readily.

I wondered if learning this would really make me a demon.

But I was curious.

What kind of mystical art would it be?

Eventually, I decided to learn it and examined it carefully.

To use magic, prerequisite conditions were needed. The formulas used when creating formations with energy had to be converted into rings and placed around the heart, which was called a Script Ring.

The more Script Rings there were, the stronger the energy stored in the heart would be released due to cooperative and synergistic effects between the rings.

The increase in the number of these rings was called Script Ring Awakening, and the grades were classified by the number of rings around the heart.

The maximum that a human body could reach was nine Script Rings.

There were also ten Script Rings, but it was written that only Magic Dragons or Heteromorphic Dragons could achieve that.

Heteromorphic Dragons were mythical beings with giant lizard-like bodies, huge wings, and the ability to breathe fire from their mouths.

Beings different from the commonly known dragons.

They were called Heteromorphic Dragons meaning the dragons of this world.

It was also written that magic was created by humans imitating what dragons used.

Anyway, the increase in Script Rings was like the elevation of realms in martial arts.

The more rings there were, the higher the realm became.

Creating formations engraved with the energy of the heart.

It was refreshing.

It wasn’t an easy task.

It was a method I had never encountered before, and I had no idea how to start.

It was said that magic would open up an infinite world.

By combining the four elements that make up the world, one could create or deploy anything they desired.

Just from the content, it seemed like gaining omnipotent abilities.

The concept of four elements instead of the Five Elements was also refreshing.

Wait, wouldn’t adding the Five Elements to the four elements create even more excellent magic?

If I created completely new magic, it wouldn’t be demonic mystical arts either.

Because it would be something I created in my own way.

Suddenly, motivation surged within me.

To do that, I had to perfectly understand what magic was.

I made inquiries here and there and completely absorbed all books written about Persia Kingdom’s magic.

Magic was when the rings circulating in the heart gathered natural energy, that energy was transmitted to the mouth to create sound, and it unfolded as that sound was spoken.

Each time he added a ring, increasingly complex formulas were required, and the pressure on his heart grew correspondingly stronger.

Due to this, those who learned magic died young because of the strain on their hearts.

Moreover, even when adding rings, one’s life was in danger.

If the formula went wrong and energy ran wild, the heart could burst and cause death, according to the text.

Another thing to be cautious about was that once someone learned magic, they could never return to their former state.

To properly deploy magic, one needed the intelligence to solve formulas instantly, but most people with such exceptional intelligence had weak physical strength.

With already weak stamina and additional strain on the heart, early death was inevitable.

If one didn’t want to die early, they had to create a fourth ring and continuously apply healing magic to their heart.

Even so, it still overloaded the heart, so shortened lifespan was unavoidable.

Those who couldn’t create a fourth ring would die within ten years, according to the text.

However, once mastered, the conveniences were numerous.

Healing magic alone was an absurd cheat ability.

Jeok Wigang became completely absorbed in this martial art called magic.

He had an invincible body and powerful strength, but lacked internal energy which was inconvenient – magic could solve this problem.

No matter how much strain magic put on the heart, it didn’t seem like it would significantly affect him.

He began learning magic in earnest.

Not using the four elements described in the book, but in his own way using the Five Elements of the Central Plains.

Naturally, the risk was greater.

He had to input much more complex formulas.

If the formula went even slightly wrong or calculations were incorrect, his heart would burst.

Indeed, when creating his second ring after making the first one, there was a shock due to an incorrect formula.

The shock was so great that his body shook and all his clothes were blown away.

An ordinary person would have died from explosion here, but Jeok Wigang was different.

There was no damage at all, and no pain either.

Thanks to this, it became certain.

He suffered no damage from magic’s side effects whatsoever.

After this incident, Jeok Wigang became bold.

Since there was no damage even when formulas went wrong, he challenged again and again.

Normally, one would be extremely cautious, checking complex formulas two or three times for verification. Only when absolutely certain the formula was correct would they finally inscribe it on their heart, but Jeok Wigang had no such concerns.

He just tried inscribing everything.

The result?

He succeeded in creating new magic using the Five Elements.

The new magic could be deployed by chanting incantations like magical formulas.

Once the difficult beginning was over and he became accustomed to it, rings began rapidly multiplying around his heart.

Even during this growth, there were many trial and error moments where he had to rebuild rings from the beginning, but ultimately the errors were perfectly corrected, making them more precise and thus reborn as more solid and powerful rings.

Currently, seven rings were fiercely circulating around Jeok Wigang’s heart.

He could add more, but now it was more important to create incantations that could utilize these rings’ power rather than increasing their number.

Five Elements Incantation Method.

Jeok Wigang decided to call his newly created magic by this name.

Since explaining to others would be bothersome, he decided to just call it Magic Arts Method, combining magic and magical formulas.

Then they would understand it as magical formulas on their own.

Jeok Wigang sought out a secluded place to practice the Five Elements Incantation Method.

“Should I start with the basic magic from the magic book first?”

He converted basic magic into his own Five Elements Incantation Method.

Fire Bullet Technique, one of the first Script Ring magic.

“Fire Energy Response, Bullet Body Command”

As he muttered the incantation, a head-sized sphere wrapped in flames appeared in mid-air.

With a hand gesture, the fire bullet flew toward its target and exploded.

Boom-.

Whoosh-.

He laughed.

He could now deploy martial arts-like techniques even without internal energy.

Though the power was weak.

That the power was weak was by Jeok Wigang’s standards.

A giant tree was engulfed in flames, burning fiercely.

Looking at the burning tree, Jeok Wigang chanted an incantation.

“Water Energy Condensation, Bullet Formation Flow Break”

Moisture condensed above Jeok Wigang’s head, soon becoming rippling water floating in mid-air.

With another hand gesture, it flew to the burning tree and extinguished it instantly.

Splash-.

Hiss-.

It was fun.

He could create anything.

His heart raced.

What should he create?

Jeok Wigang was gradually falling deeper into the world of magic.

Three years passed while he was absorbed in magic, and he turned eleven.

During this time, Jeok Wigang had modified and created quite many Five Elements Incantation Methods.

He reached a level where he could not only deploy them but also use them to create formations and inscribe magical formulas on weapons and elixirs.

He could also inscribe magical formulas on people to track them.

Now he no longer needed to find people by scent.

This technique, which he came to call the Five Elements Incantation Method rather than magic, made Jeok Wigang’s life truly convenient.

Now he could fly through the sky and control the intensity of fire.

He could infuse swords with Five Elements Incantation Method energy to perform flashy swordsmanship.

Though not very powerful, he could infuse energy into his fists to deploy techniques like real martial arts.

Of course, the Five Elements Incantation Method itself wasn’t strong.

It was just at the level of deploying for fun.

Still, he was happy that unlike ending everything with a single punch, he could now create interesting battles.

Today was the day to deploy the Five Elements Incantation Method in real combat for the first time.

After barely shaking off Taecheon, he was heading toward a mountain stronghold with a notorious reputation.

Jeok Wigang was now eleven years old and still had the appearance of a young child.

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