The Mage’s Nemesis Has Reincarnated - Chapter 191

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The Natural Enemy of Mages Has Been Reincarnated – Episode 191
‘How… how did that bastard find this place?’
Decarabia was genuinely shocked.
How could he not be startled when the human he’d been observing through a telescope lens had pinpointed his exact location?
“So you weren’t doing anything important—just lurking here like a pervert, spying with that telescope thing?”
[How dare a mere human insult me?]
Decarabia’s rage ignited.
Setting aside how the human had discovered him, few demons could tolerate such insolence from a lowly mortal. It was the same even among the higher beings of the Demon Faction.
[I will kill you and avenge Dantalian and Seire….]
“Stop talking and try it, if you can.”
Zeke stood waiting with arms crossed, utterly composed, and Decarabia fell silent for a moment.
Every human he’d encountered before had either bowed their heads or trembled in fear.
Even demons, superior beings to humans, were no different.
Yet the human before him showed no such signs whatsoever.
‘This pathetic human is overestimating his own power…!’
He’d heard that the descendants of gods could block magical energy and demonic power.
That must have been why the ice human died without casting a single spell.
But Decarabia felt no fear.
Instead, a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.
‘Arrogance breeds carelessness.’
He’d prepared an additional suppression device for precisely this moment.
After all, one always kept a prototype when manufacturing something, didn’t one?
Decarabia retrieved devices identical to the ones he’d given Ethan.
And quickly pressed the button.
Click!
In that instant, the surrounding air changed.
Zeke’s aura and magical energy were suppressed.
[How is it? You can’t do anything now, can you?]
“….”
[Of course, I know from observation that you possess athletic ability enough to dodge arrows with your bare body. But….]
Decarabia, a towering 3-meter figure with a muscular frame, clenched and unclenched his fists as he approached.
[You cannot possibly defeat me with pure strength alone, one who rivals an aura master.]
“What? You were confident because of that? You’re an idiot.”
[What…?]
Decarabia’s brow twitched.
Regardless, Zeke scoffed and mocked him.
“You said you watched everything, right? You didn’t see me create that pit?”
[Who wouldn’t know you used your aura to make that pit?]
A hollow laugh escaped Zeke’s lips.
‘That fool thinks I used my aura to create the pit?’
He was dismissing the pit created by pure force alone, calling it merely aura.
“Fine, whatever. I just need to clear the quest anyway.”
[What are you muttering about? If you have any last words, you should say them now.]
“You’re the one who should be saying last words.”
Zeke opened a spatial rift and drew out the feathered blade.
Decarabia, who had been approaching, flinched in surprise.
[A spatial rift? How are you using Demon Faction techniques….]
“Why are you suddenly surprised? Didn’t you see it through the telescope? Do you really think I, who can even block magic, can’t do something like this?”
As Decarabia froze, Zeke closed in instead.
“My limiter is released right now, you know? I’m not sure if the effect of soul-severing has increased as well, but….”
I muttered something incomprehensible and raised the blade.
“It’s going to hurt quite a lot.”
The moment the words left my lips, the sword moved.
Decarabia lightly evaded the swung blade.
Or rather, he thought he could evade it.
Shing!
[Screeeeeech!]
Not until the severed arm erupted with tremendous pain.
‘Ugh! W-what just happened? How could this body fail to dodge a single human’s sword strike….’
I was certain I had seen it with my eyes and dodged, yet my arm was already severed.
Along with a horrific pain as if my very soul had been cut.
‘Kgh, how did he….’
There was no time to think.
Zeke’s second slash was already visible.
‘I’ll dodge. Dodge and immediately counterattack….’
I predicted the diagonal attack and evaded.
Or so I thought I did.
Shing!
[Kgh!]
Pain erupted from my opposite shoulder.
Decarabia’s face went ashen as he looked down at the fallen arm.
‘No, this can’t be. Both my arms….’
Setting aside the pain, I had lost all means of counterattack.
‘Then magic….’
I tried to use the Demon Faction’s unique magic, but that too was blocked.
The demonic energy disappeared somewhere, making it impossible to use at all.
‘So the rumors were true. My magical power and demonic energy are truly sealed.’
I had already known about the abilities of the Divine Descendant, which is why I had intended to face him with pure physical force from the start.
‘But even that is failing me.’
I am outmatched in every way.
I had no means left to resist, nor the strength to do so.
Decarabia steeled himself for death.
‘I will have my revenge. Once I return to the Demon Realm, I swear it!’
But he did not know.
That my blade would sever not merely flesh, but the very soul itself.
Schwick—!
With the sound of steel cleaving through bone, Decarabia’s head tumbled from his shoulders.
His crimson form dissolved into wisps of smoke and vanished.
The reward notification appeared immediately after.
[Decarabia has been eliminated!]
[Sub Quest cleared!]
[You have acquired a new basic skill as a reward.]
[Basic Skill: Artisan’s Dexterity]
-Effect: You can craft and repair any object.
-Special Note: Activates automatically at all times.
A smile played across my lips as I reviewed the skill.
‘I can make anything? This is excellent.’
As I savored the satisfaction,
[The duration of Limit Release has ended.]
[Skill proficiency has increased by 1.]
[Proficiency remaining until 2-Star Achievement: 1/100]
A notification appeared showing the proficiency increase.
‘Wait. Only 1 proficiency point?’
Bewilderment flickered across my eyes.
‘At this rate, when will I ever reach 9-Star? And this skill already has such a long cooldown.’
The proficiency required to reach 9-Star was 444,400.
‘If I use it once a day, that means I need to use it 444,400 times.’
How long would that take?
My jaw dropped as I finished the calculation.
‘1,217 years…?’
An absurd timeframe had emerged.

* * *
Seire, the 69th-ranked Legion Commander of the Demon Realm, could not hide his anxiety.
At his demeanor, his vassal Rahimos caught the contagion of unease.
[Are you alright, Seire?]
[I’m fine. I’m perfectly fine.]
[You don’t appear fine at all, sir….]
[I said I’m fine.]
Seire, insisting on his composure, waited anxiously for contact from a single demon faction member.
And moments later.
[Decarabia has returned to the Demon Realm!]
The awaited message had arrived.
[However, his condition….]
He had not returned with the news Seire had hoped for.
[D-Decarabia?]
Decarabia’s soul, torn to tatters like rags, was so pitiful that it was painful to witness.
Wounds of an entirely different magnitude than what Dantalian had suffered.
Observing Decarabia’s soul, which could not even speak, Seire intuited the truth.
‘This level of damage is beyond healing.’
Even if he were to enter Hell Fire itself, which heals spiritual wounds, recovery would be impossible.
Then I must extract answers before he fades away.
What in the world had transpired?
[Decarabia! Come to your senses!]
[Ugh….]
[Can you hear me? What happened?]
Decarabia barely managed to form words with trembling lips.
[…don’t touch.]
[Pardon? What did you say?]
[The god’s…descendant… don’t touch….]
With those words, Decarabia’s soul shattered into dust.
The very Decarabia who had stepped forward so confidently, declaring he would dispose of the god’s descendant, vanished as a handful of powder.
Complete annihilation.
Witnessing this for the first time, Seire was horrified.
Where in existence was there a human capable of completely annihilating a demon?
Fear naturally kindled in his eyes.
‘A-a god’s descendant… what in the world is that creature….’
A being that annihilates demons exists in the Human Realm?
Until now, he had dismissed it as a personal matter born of petty vengeance, but now everything had changed.
Not merely wounding, but annihilating.
‘This transcends pride—this is a matter of our very survival as a demon faction.’
Even the Demon King, who had treated this as another’s concern, could no longer turn a blind eye.
Seire moved immediately.
To report to the Demon King.

* * *
Inside the Throne Hall of the Demon King’s Castle stood Seire, bowed in reverence, while Beelzebub gazed down upon him from the throne.
[Decarabia has been annihilated, you say?]
[Yes, Your Majesty. It was the work of the Divine Descendant. If we allow him to roam free, he will become a grave threat to our Demon Faction.]
[He will prove to be an obstacle during the Heavenly Demon War as well.]
[Indeed, Your Majesty. Precisely so.]
[Hmm….]
Beelzebub fell into contemplation.
Though Seire wondered what there was to deliberate upon, he waited in silence.
He knew well the cautious nature of the Demon King.
[I understand the gravity of this matter. Since he has slain our Demon Faction, we cannot simply overlook it.]
[Then, Your Majesty…?]
[Inform the servants in the Human Realm. Tell them to prepare—we shall accelerate the timing of the Heavenly Demon War. And….]
A faint smile crossed Beelzebub’s face.
[Have all high-ranking demons ranked 65th and below prepare to descend into the Human Realm. We shall eliminate the Divine Descendant.]

* * *
Ethan’s massacre sent shockwaves not only through the citizens of Ber Kingdom, but across the entire continent.
The impact was all the greater because the image of the 12 Pioneers had been far removed from such atrocities.
“I knew those bastards were mad, but I never imagined they were this insane!”
“We must immediately locate the Pioneers and appease the souls of the victims of Ber Kingdom!”
“Agreed! We must execute them without mercy and instill caution throughout the world!”
The lords who had witnessed Ethan’s massacre firsthand could not contain their fury.
There was unanimous agreement that the Pioneers deserved condemnation and should all be beheaded and displayed in the Plaza.
Only Zeke offered a different perspective.
“Everyone, please calm yourselves and think carefully. Why would the Pioneers commit such an open massacre? They were the ones who wore masks of virtue in public, even while committing evil deeds behind closed doors.”
“Hmm. A reason….”
“I had never considered that.”
“Lord Zeke. What are your thoughts on this matter?”
The lords, having already witnessed Zeke’s power, addressed him with respect and deference.
It was only natural, given that he was their savior.
“In my opinion….”
Zeke pretended to ponder before subtly revealing the Pioneers’ plans that he had gleaned from Ethan’s innermost thoughts.
“It seems they are preparing for something far greater.”
“Something greater?”
“They remained silent for decades, and only now have they revealed themselves? What does that tell us? It means they no longer need to wear their masks.”
“Then, Lord Zeke—are you suggesting that the Pioneers have a true purpose beyond what we see?”
“Yes. What we’ve uncovered is merely the beginning. It’s only speculation, but I suspect they’re orchestrating something on a far grander scale.”
“Hmm….”
“If what you’re saying is true, what are we supposed to do?”
“Where should we even begin investigating?”
Zeke flashed a knowing smile at the lords who found themselves adrift without direction.
“Don’t worry. I already know where we need to start our investigation.”
In the corner of his vision as he smiled, a navigation interface labeled Quest materialized before him.

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