The Return of the EX-Class Wizard - Chapter 135

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The Return of an EX-Rank Mage Episode 135
Bessius, the Grand Mage of Reale, delivered a shocking analysis.
“This is… a concept that transcends ballistic missiles.”
At minimum, ballistic missiles leave a trajectory.
But this leaves no trajectory at all.
Suddenly, the mad ravings of Raoul came to mind.
“…Space Liberation”
Liberating space itself. Without any physical path.
Piercing the target in a manner that is neither straight nor curved.
“Is something like this actually possible?”
I don’t understand it, but there’s no other explanation.
He sent a system message to Christine, his rival in the mage world.
[Loser. Seriously, is the EX-awakened one really in London?]
Upon reading the message, Christine’s lips curled into a smile.
“He came! A message from Bessius! Didn’t I tell you I’d come?”
I figured Bessius would be able to vaguely sense the concept of space liberation.
And my prediction that he’d contact me turned out to be spot on.
“I’ll just check it and not reply, Lulu.”
“But you wanted to reply earlier?”
“That was then. My mood is different now.”
My eyes keep drifting to the word ‘Loser’.
Normally I would’ve been annoyed, but not today.
Christine’s heart raced.
My body itches to announce that ‘this is a real snipe’.
“Another loser joke. Doesn’t it get old, really.”
“Loser?”
“…Yeah. There was something like that in the mock battle.”
“So you’re not replying because of that?”
“I won at the end, so I won’t fight again. Always calling me loser, loser—he’s having the time of his life.”
And he keeps mocking me as a loser.
I need to use this opportunity to get another chance to fight.
“So you lost, then?”
“…Well, not exactly lost, more like I was pushed back ever so slightly. I was caught off guard by an unexpected move, and the result wasn’t great, but….”
“You lost?”
“…Not exactly….”
“If it were me, I would’ve won even with less perfect calculations. You know?”
“….”
“I’m undefeated. You know?”
My mock battle record proves it. Definitely zero losses.
Choi Kang-mok laughed. Now I felt a bit better.
Yet suddenly, my mood soured.
Wait—someone was mocking my disciple?
It’s fine when I tease her, but when others do it, that’s another matter entirely.
“We need to have a practice match sometime.”
“Really?”
Christine broke into a radiant smile.
When a disciple falls behind, the master steps forward.
That’s simply how it works.
“You lost, Bessius. That bastard’s been annoying people with his Veil of Void lately, right? I’ll teach you all his combat habits and spell combinations.”
[Loser. Why did you read my message but not reply?]
[Just send me a reply.]
[Fine. I’ll do another practice match. Just reply to my messages.]
[I’ll have a practice match with you. Please reply. You bastard.]
[Please, I’m begging you to reply, Lady Christine, the Grand Archmage of London.]
[World-class Grand Archmage Christine, my dear sister. I humbly beseech you.]
Only then did Christine wear a satisfied expression and send a verification photo.
[Currently with an EX-Awakened. Got sniped :)]

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The EX-Awakened’s magic had been officially notarized by Bessius.
It was shocking.
The guild headquarters of Real Madrid, over 1,000 kilometers away from London, had been obliterated.
And with extraordinary precision at that.
City Sovereigns and influential politicians from various European nations gathered urgently, centered around Spain.
“We cannot simply stand by and allow this.”
“This is far too dangerous.”
In some ways, it was more terrifying than a nuclear bomb.
Antonio, the Sovereign of Real Madrid whose guild headquarters had been destroyed, led the conference.
“…What is the margin of error on the strike?”
“Less than one meter.”
“…Is that even possible?”
Only the headquarters building had been obliterated.
Despite such tremendous power, the surrounding area suffered no damage whatsoever.
Some drew sharp breaths, others shook their heads, and still others gasped in admiration.
“This transcends the realm of the individual. This is a weapon of mass destruction equivalent to a strategic military asset at the national level. This time it was us, but next time it could be any of you.”
He even warned that the Tower would be destroyed next.
It wasn’t an impossible prospect.
Seoul Tower had been destroyed from within, creating the Reconstruction Layer, and Naples Tower’s compensation system had collapsed, leaving it non-functional.
A heavy silence settled over the conference hall.
This was a dangerous situation for everyone involved.
The moment an EX-Rank Awakener marks you. Any city, any Guild headquarters—it could vanish.
“He is positioning himself as emperor of a new era. Europe now stands at the threshold of imperialism. Impossibly, an age enforced by a single individual from East Asia approaches.”
Many nodded in agreement.
The existence of an EX-Rank Awakener was far more than a mere variable.
Control is impossible. Yet not all were in accord.
London Sovereign Foster and Poland’s national hero Kowalski were prime examples.
Notably, Kowalski attended as Poland’s representative instead of the Warsaw Sovereign.
He raised his hand.
“I cannot agree. The EX-Rank Awakener we have encountered has never worn a crown, nor desired one. To speak of dominion over one who does not elevate himself—is that not excessive distortion?”
He was neither one to crown himself emperor nor to rule over all mankind.
To be more honest,
‘I believe he could rule if he wished.’
That was Kowalski’s personal conviction.
Because of it, countless lives were saved.
His personal sense of justice was this: ‘that more people share in greater abundance equally.’
The EX-Rank Awakener makes that possible.
“Look at Korea’s case. Is he truly ruling as emperor?”
“….”
“No. Rather, countless people have gained opportunity. The unawakened gained the chance to awaken. Inventory-type Awakeners gained the chance for social advancement. Miners gained mining opportunities. Mages received unprecedented growth. Even so, is he a dangerous man dreaming of tyranny?”
Antonio answered slowly.
“That is precisely why he is more dangerous.”
He tapped the table slowly with his fingertips.
As if recalling something.
“If this structure persists, the principles of democracy we have upheld will become mere shells. Of course, he did not crown himself. But those who place the crown upon him and willingly kneel before him are beginning to emerge.”
He turned his head to regard Kowalski across the conference hall.
His gaze was cold, his expression blatant.
“Like someone here.”
It was the look of: aren’t you already a dog who has submitted to the EX-Rank Awakener?
Such was that gaze.
At that moment, London Sovereign Foster also spoke.
“It seems everyone is overlooking something.”
The words of the leader of the World’s Three Major Guilds.
When a Sovereign of even greater weight than Kowalski opened his mouth, attention intensified further.
“Did he truly acquire this destructive capability recently?”
“….”
The margin of error was negligible. The bombardment was nearly perfect.
To accomplish this in one attempt? Or by chance? Impossible.
“That power was most likely perfected long ago.”
Foster dredged up what everyone had been hushing.
“During the Seoul Tower Reconstruction incident. The Tower was destroyed from within. We witnessed it recently as well. The Dragon Palace was detonated, and flooding ravaged the Sangam area.”
He glanced around the room and continued.
“This incident marks merely the first use of that power, not its first acquisition. It was not an impulsive outburst of emotion, but rather a single act of retribution chosen after prolonged restraint and control.”
Now his gaze turned toward Antonio.
“He has never flaunted that power, never abused it. He has not even announced its existence.”
Had it been Bessius of Real Madrid, the entire city would already be in an uproar.
“That power revealed itself to the world for the first time because Real Madrid crossed the line, did it not?”
“What? Have you finished speaking?”
“That bombardment was no warning. I interpret it as a delayed response.”
Antonio shot to his feet.
“London Sovereign!”
“Am I mistaken in my assessment?”
And then the conference room doors opened.
“That’s precisely what I came to say.”
The EU and European Sovereigns’ Conference.
An uninvited Eastern man appeared.
“I simply wanted to become an excellent mage. Why must everything be so troublesome?”
The conference room stirred with unease.
Kowalski, the Polish hero, quickly rose to his feet.
“EX-Rank Awakener!”
Some fell into panic.
“EX-Rank Awakener?”
“E, EX-Rank Awakener!”
Several attempted to flee the conference room.
Choi Kang-mok shrugged and spoke.
“If I had wanted to strike this place, you think I couldn’t have?”
Silence fell.
“I know your location. I know the time. If I were merely annoyed, I could simply snipe from afar. Yet here I am, taking the time to visit in person.”
Choi Kang-mok walked toward the center of the conference room.
In truth, this was a waste of time.
I had succeeded in spatial liberation of Meteor Manifestation, overcoming physical distance, and range control utilizing Mayo’s Pocket Dimension.
Now the next step was High-Tier Spirit—Meteor Manifestation. In other words, wide-area sniping.
This would require far greater difficulty, necessitating extensive research and experimentation beforehand.
“I came because so many of you gathered here. I warn you once and only once: do not touch me. Should your Guild send assassins, I will destroy that city’s Tower.”
Choi Kang-mok shifted his gaze toward Antonio, the person currently most irritating to him.
“If Real Madrid acknowledges its wrongs and offers me a formal apology, I will call off the Tower destruction.”
Destroying a Tower would be cathartic but hardly a lasting solution.
The livelihoods of countless Awakeners and the fate of the city itself hung in the balance.
I did not wish to resort to such extreme measures.
-The user still possesses a thoroughly human heart. How beautiful.-
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From our perspective, it’s regrettable.
Many lose their humanity at this point. But lately, my thinking has shifted somewhat.
-I’ve grown curious about how far the user’s magical perfection will advance. I want to observe more closely, delve more deeply.
Choi Kang-mok spoke once more.
“A sincere apology and a promise—that would suffice.”
I made the proposal knowing it wouldn’t work.
If it could be resolved in a human way, that would be ideal.
‘He won’t do it.’
A sincere apology.
Because that was too difficult, Antonio would choose differently.
Antonio rummaged through something in his pocket.
“EX-Rank Awakener. There’s one thing I’d like to ask. I’ll retrieve just one piece of data.”
Antonio, too, had known.
That an EX-Rank Awakener might appear at this location.
Whether possessing a ‘concealment ability’ or a ‘movement ability’.
Either way, I’d accounted for the possibility of them revealing themselves here.
That’s why I prepared.
A specialized pistol crafted by fusing science and Tower civilization.
It was loaded with bullets imbued with an ‘instant death’ effect.
“Die!!”
Antonio pulled the trigger.
A smile formed on Mayo’s torso.
-A formidable opponent indeed 🙂
-According to the user’s magical growth,
we
shall intercept with greater precision.
-The interception point is the brain.
Defense and counterattack unfolded in an instant.
…Antonio died instantly. A hole through his head.

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