The Return of the EX-Class Wizard - Chapter 150

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The Return of an EX-Rank Mage Episode 150
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[Record]
There’s no way to deal with that madman through ordinary means.
4th Floor destruction. 7th Floor destruction, forced entry into the 3rd section… ■■■… (omitted)… cascading fundamental destruction of the Dragon Palace
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The content felt oddly familiar.
The “madman” in this ‘record’ appeared to be Choi Kang-mok—myself.
‘What is this?’
A brief summary of all the incidents I had experienced thus far was laid out before me.
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…In the end, even the righteous warrior Antonio was slain.
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Choi Kang-mok let out an incredulous laugh.
‘Antonio? That lord of Real Madrid?’
From the description, it was indeed that Antonio whose head was shattered by Mayo’s interception.
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A madman requires strength befitting a madman. Thus,
we
….
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I have no idea who “we” refers to. I can only guess they’re those designated as ‘authors.’
In any case, what’s certain is that they regard me as an enemy.
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…At this rate, I’ll simply be defeated piecemeal. Emergency protocol activated. I must forcibly awaken the Floor 60 boss and draw the madman in.
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In other words, it was the concept of “gathering strength to strike.”
From Floor 50 to Floor 60.
Rather than being picked off individually, pool all our strength and crush him at Floor 60… something like that.
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However, a forced ‘invitation’ requires conditions. A conceptual entity with mental fortitude capable of confronting the madman—at minimum, approaching his level—is necessary. One must understand the madman well. For such an entity to exist… it did exist. Perhaps this was an opportunity granted by the divine.
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-How fascinating. Analyzing this phenomenon from a magical perspective….
–
we
The parasite that ricocheted off us became the trigger. My hypothesis has been verified.
In that moment, Choi Kang-mok tilted his head.
Why is that a magical analysis?
As a
mage, it slightly irritates me.
Attaching magical theory to everything—how absurd.
-….
In any case, it wasn’t important, so I decided to move on.
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To counter a madman, you need another madman. Thus,
we
enlisted the mad scientist Aimonshuter to face the lunatic.
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And so the invitation system was activated.
An entry ticket to Floor 60 was sent to Choi Kang-mok.
“It’s rather refreshing, I suppose….”
Yet there was one thing I couldn’t wrap my head around.
No matter how I thought about it, calling myself a “madman” felt wrong.
Looking around only reinforced this.
Professor Raymond, delighting in poking people’s bellies.
The artifact Mayo, whose ego spills out uncontrollably.
“Behold, my masterpiece. Ah… a fried egg.”
Christine, who had demolished the kitchen only to burn a single fried egg in the end.
My younger sister Kang Hye, who knew full well she could be reduced to powder if she accompanied me, yet insisted on coming anyway.
My older brother Choi Kang-chul, who took on the role of Territorial Lord despite having no player experience.
Emily, constantly thrusting marriage contracts and trade agreements at me.
Lee Byung-gyu, the righteous fool who preached justice even as the Seoul Guild crumbled.
Lee Kang-nam, whose real name is Han-ryul but who changed it to sound stronger.
Bessius, who recently betrayed Spain while screaming, “So what? I’m the greatest mage!”
Bald Owen.
‘Looking at it all, aren’t I the only normal one?’
Yet judging by this record alone, I’m the most abnormal.
It makes no sense.
Could there be some magical curse placed on me?
If it’s Haeju magic, I’d have some expertise in that.
“I should investigate Haeju magic.”
Mayo, who had fallen silent after my earlier remark as a mage, spoke now at a faster tempo than usual.
-A tremendously destructive impulse is emanating from the user.
-Describing this as Haeju magic seems, from a magical perspective, somewhat forced, wouldn’t you say…?

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The invitation had roughly four hours remaining.
‘The Floor 60 boss implemented by the authors of the open world setting, designed to face me.’
It seemed I would need various preparations.
I found Emily’s workshop.
‘I should stock up on potions and stabilization shards.’
Emily, the master craftsperson, adjusted her glasses and read each line of the article aloud with meticulous precision.
Quite loudly, at that.
“Setting an example for enemies. Leaving trust and profit for allies through diplomatic ideals….”
“….”
“Even a show of force becomes a strategic choice… a supreme ruler who designs both diplomacy and the battlefield simultaneously….”
Then she suddenly grabbed her head in frustration.
“Why haven’t I made a crafting contract yet, including marriage! I need to make a contract, a contract! I absolutely must include marriage…! Oh? When did you arrive, darling?”
As expected. Everyone but me is abnormal.
The records of the open world setting were clearly flawed somehow.
In any case, I gathered plenty of various potions and ‘stabilization shards refined from absolutely unbreakable stone.’
The potions were supplementary; the stabilization shards were the main focus.
They would be useful in efficiently handling multiple unstable situations.
They could also be effectively used to control the damage and range of magic.
The invitation continued to grow larger, now filling my entire field of vision.
Kang Hye spoke with concern.
“Brother, couldn’t you just refuse the invitation?”
“It’s a chance to get over ten EX+ coins.”
A flash of madness flickered in Kang Hye’s eyes upon hearing those words, but it quickly faded.
“Still, brother, it could be dangerous. This is completely designed to target you, right?”
“That’s exactly why a swift resolution is better.”
There was one condition necessary when the Floor 60 boss was generated.
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One must understand the madman well.
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Conversely, that meant the ‘authors’ still didn’t know Choi Kang-mok well.
When they don’t know well, breaking through might be the better option.
Kang Hye fell silent for a moment.
‘There’s merit to that.’
But wasn’t this just Kang-mok-style rationalization?
Wasn’t it really just that I wanted to clear EX+ dungeons consecutively,
and wanted to collect plenty of EX+ coins,
and wanted the title of Earth’s first and highest floor clear?
‘Huh?’
Earth’s first and highest floor clear?
‘Of course I have to take the challenge.’

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[Do you accept the invitation?]
The progression was completely different from anything before.
My heart began to race harder than usual.
[Forced entry to Floor 60 of Seoul Tower.]
[Challenge Objective: Eliminate Mad Scientist Aimonshuter (0/1)]
-Hehehehehehe!
A bizarre voice echoed through the space.
One of Mayo’s consciousnesses.
A voice both familiar and subtly different.
-So this field takes the form of a laboratory.
Instead of fluorescent lights, bioluminescent organisms dangled from the ceiling.
Severed human body parts entangled in wiring flickered with light, and electrical current crackled through the gaps.
The floor was stained with experimental remnants, and thick crimson blood flowed across the metal plates.
A massive dissection table was installed at the center of the field, with several mechanical arms buzzing as they moved about.
-I, Mayo, have entered Floor 60 quite a few times before, but this form is completely new.
-According to my magical
classification,
it’s highly ‘heterogeneous.’
Choi Kang-mok surveyed his surroundings.
‘The structure is unfamiliar. It’s difficult to comprehend.’
It was distinctly different from all the previous floors.
The spatial layout wouldn’t form in my mind.
Suddenly, a heavy tremor resonated from beyond the wall.
-Welcome to the realm of science, mage.
Accompanied by booming sounds.
A crushing pressure, as if something were trampling forward, drew steadily closer.
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Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The sound of ‘Boom! Boom!’ echoed in a voice.
Crash! The wall exploded.
Similar to how the wall of the ward where Raoul had been confined was destroyed.
‘Raoul?’
But the face was Raoul’s.
To be precise, only Raoul’s face remained human.
Beneath that visage, which barely retained human form, lay something decidedly grotesque.
From the torso—a nightmarish amalgamation of corroded iron plating and exposed gears—sinister steam rose in wisps, while sparking wires twisted about in chaotic tangles.
The mechanical arms were unnaturally elongated, sharp as a fusion of pincers and scalpels.
The lower body was even more abhorrent.
Eight legs—stitched together from a grotesque patchwork of beast and human limbs.
Each differed in length, thickness, and form.
-Overall, it resembles a failed assembly far more than any living creature.
-From a magical perspective, this is clearly a botched experimental result.
-Aesthetically repugnant, and classified as requiring immediate disposal.
I wanted nothing more than to “dispose” of it immediately, yet it was impossible.
Aimonshuter, looming before me, was colossal.
Approximately seven meters in height.
-You mad mage. You require scientific treatment. Research. Dissection. Incision. Extraction. Detection. Destruction. Assembly.
This is science!!!
Aimonshuter swung those massive pincer arms.
I sensed danger—greater than usual.
‘I may lose in a Pocket Dimension fight.’
Until now, I had always held the advantage in Pocket Dimension battles.
Skirmishes with assassins. The Tower’s mechanisms.
But not today.
‘Mayo’s friend-or-foe identification will be breached.’
Intuition strikes me. In combat, a battle mage’s
instinct
is rarely wrong.
The one saving grace: those pincer arms moved sluggishly.
Easily avoidable—
‘Blink!’
The slow pincers were a feint.
From within those pincers erupted dozens of elongated mechanical appendages, unfurling like a blooming metal flower.
Fine as wire and sharp as needles, they swept through the space where I had stood.
‘That was….’
No mere attack.
A dissection in motion.
-Kehehehehehe!
-Pity. I needed to study the secrets of your body….
‘Strong.’
Undeniably strong.
And the matchup… is unfavorable.
‘I must win this Pocket Dimension fight first.’
Choi Kang-mok’s awakening name is ■■■.
After undergoing localization work, he became ‘Dil-jjik-nu’, with his sub-class being Battle Mage.
In combat, there is no exaggeration in saying that the most critical element is the ‘first strike’.
Choi Kang-mok did not make the first strike.
More precisely, he couldn’t.
[This is the realm of science.]
[Magic usage is impossible.]
This place was sealed against all magical casting.
The mad scientist Aimonshuter’s ‘Pocket Dimension of Science’ had unfurled across this space.
‘Unless I destroy the Pocket Dimension….’
I cannot use magic.
Then, what about (physical) magic?
…The attempt failed.
The staff’s (physical) strike dealt no damage to that hardened body.
-Hahahaha! This is science, I shall dismantle and analyze you piece by piece!!
-Come! To the Dissection Table!!
Mechanical arms extended toward me. I had already grasped the pattern.
As long as I didn’t let my guard down, I could evade.
Battle
Mage
Choi Kang-mok leveraged his characteristic high agility to dodge the attacks and create distance.
And in that moment.
Something flashed through my mind.
‘Wait.’
I think I understand something.
I see a way.

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