The Return of the EX-Class Wizard - Chapter 259

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The Return of an EX-Rank Mage Episode 259
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[Remarks]
Did those black guys really run out of ink? lol
└So there’s no ink left now? They can’t do anything anymore, right?
└This is our chance. We need to do something.
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The remarks section of “Mage” had undergone considerable “Earthification” compared to content from other open-world settings.
Writers who held favorable interest in the Mage had begun communicating in Earth-style fashion.
The division into the isolation faction represented by black versus the friendly faction represented by blue, actively confronting each other and pouring out ink, was also a unique format exclusive to the “Mage” category.
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Does anyone have a Seal of Justice left?
There is one, but it’s unusable lol
└They’ve attached all sorts of terrible settings to it
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It was quite entertaining to read.
The friendly writers wanted to gift the “Seal of Justice.”
There were actually quantities remaining.
But apparently, the Seal of Justice received as a gift couldn’t be used.
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Still, wouldn’t it be better to give it?
└But giving it requires a ton of ink? Is this right?
└I’m thinking about sponsoring ink
└What’s the point of giving it if it can’t even be used anyway?
└Assembly is the reverse of disassembly
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It was an amusing idea.
‘The power of collective intelligence, as expected?’
Unusable? No problem.
Assembly is the reverse of disassembly.
‘I’m confident in disassembly.’
Light Mayo agreed as well.
-If certain fools were to see it, they would stubbornly insist that our magic is fundamentally “destruction,” but that’s not the case. Even if it were, it wouldn’t matter 🙂
-After all, sometimes destruction is also disassembly.
Choi Kang-mok nodded.
‘As I disassemble things… I’ll naturally develop a sense for assembly too.’
Choi Kang-mok participated directly in the Mage category.
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Mage: Let me try. Give it to me.
└Is this for real?
└Is this actually a mage?
└Lol is this really a mage? There’s no way to verify it
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Since it was a place used by anonymous Writers, it was difficult to confirm whether the mage was genuine.
However, the Blue Writers paid no attention to such concerns.
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└I was going to give it, but the ink consumption is no joke
└The system seems really reluctant to give it
└Blues, lend me your power!
└Once we pour it all in, it’ll work out somehow.
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Now was the opportunity while the Black Writers were absent.
Whether it was genuine seemed irrelevant.
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└The fact that it consumes this much ink means something’s off
└Hey mage, are you okay?
└It just means the system won’t give it to you
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Before long, Red Cat had settled onto Choi Kang-mok’s shoulder.
Red Cat, who had been reading the notebook’s contents with interest, spoke.
“When Writers forcibly intervene in this manner, there are always side effects, you know.”
The ink consumption already seemed enormous.
For every action, there is a reaction.
“The system has set the Seal of Justice as extremely important to the butler… so it seems there will be corresponding hardships to obtain it.”
I was genuinely concerned.
This place was indeed a patchwork of settings.
Yet it was also true that it was optimal for learning correction magic.
Because the settings were complex, the place wavered in many ways.
But conversely, that meant the system was in the same boat.
“If the system forcibly intervenes in the settings…”
What if a monster far too powerful for the current level appeared?
It would grant the Seal of Justice, but… if the butler had to hunt that monster?
Thinking about it that way, the butler seemed rather pitiful.
This seemed to be what Earthlings called ‘unfair treatment.’
“If a 3rd Section boss monster appeared, it would be terrible…”
…Would it be terrible?
Red Cat closed my mouth.
‘Hmm, well, meow.’
I had no idea.
Now that I thought about it, didn’t this butler seem like a 3rd Section boss monster himself?
At that moment, Red Cat realized something.
‘I didn’t listen to a single word I said?’
More precisely, I couldn’t have heard it.
Because I had focused on the ‘aside’.
Like a true mage, I had exercised extreme concentration.
‘How fortunate.’
It had almost appeared that I lacked faith in my butler.
“I shouldn’t say anything at all.”
Even if a 3rd Section boss truly appeared, it wouldn’t matter.
…It’s confusing who the pitiful one is.
Is it the virtuous Awakener Choi Kang-mok, forced to fight 3rd Section monsters against his will?
Or is it the 3rd Section boss mob, unexpectedly forced into an encounter with a mage?
‘Who’s the pitiful one, really?’
And Red Cat’s prediction was accurate.
Something powerful and utterly out of place on the 70th Floor revealed itself.

* * *
Pease suffered from insomnia.
So he attacked the Headmaster.
“I simply cannot fall asleep.”
The Headmaster died, but it was fine.
The dead Headmaster was merely a clone.
“It’s been so long since an attack—I let my guard down, Pease.”
By the way, Pease was one of the Headmaster’s former disciples.
One of the conditions for bringing Pease on as a professor was ‘you may attack me whenever you wish’.
“Does it affect your true body?”
“Of course not!”
Pease clicked his tongue with a look of regret.
The Headmaster treated Pease as a mentor for the first time in ages.
“So? What’s troubling you?”
“There is a mage who has not awakened to his own talent.”
“Who?”
The Headmaster was indifferent.
He had little faith in Pease to begin with.
He was a delinquent professor who refused to take even a single disciple, saying he had no desire to nurture frustratingly foolish students.
“If only he would awaken, he could destroy you, Headmaster.”
“Must you always phrase your metaphors that way, Pease?”
But the Headmaster understood.
By Pease’s standards, this was the highest praise.
No—it bordered on reverence.
“Do we really have a student at our school capable of earning such praise from you?”
“We do not.”
“So when you ask, ‘Could your school possibly have a genius like that?’ — I’m not misunderstanding you, am I?”
“No misunderstanding.”
The Headmaster laughed at his disciple’s cutting assessment.
He knew well the severity of his standards and the depth of his abilities.
“My disciple.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You appear to have been suffering from insomnia for quite some time.”
“That is correct.”
Sleep simply would not come.
That ‘mage’ kept occupying my thoughts.
I needed to correct this.
My disciple is not a ‘mage’ but a ‘battle mage.’
“That is not insomnia.”
The Headmaster imparted wisdom to Pease.
“It is lovesickness. Sleeplessness is merely one symptom arising from it.”
“…I see.”
Thanks to the Headmaster’s guidance, Pease gained clarity about his condition.
The problem was not insomnia.
It was lovesickness!
“Now that we have diagnosed the cause, let us consider how to treat it.”
“What should I do, sir?”
“The simplest method would be abduction.”
Abduct them and make them a student.
And nurture them!
A most elegant and straightforward solution.
“I have considered it myself, but…”
The Headmaster was taken aback.
“Surely abduction is not difficult?”
“It seems it would be.”
“Hmph.”
Pease cannot manage an abduction?
This is no ordinary matter.
“This will not do. I shall convene a faculty meeting.”
Is it not the mission of Magic University to help any mage who has not recognized their own talent come to recognize it? That is education.
Rarely, Pease’s expression brightened.
Then, the Headmaster’s communication crystal rang loudly.
An enormous alert engulfed the entire office.
‘Another terrorist attack?’
Pease immediately assumed a combat stance, but soon let out an incredulous laugh.
“It was just a subscription notification?”
Who sets up a subscription notification with this much fanfare?
Deploying alarm magic on top of it all. Anyone would think a war had broken out.
Looking at it,
‘Kang Pal-do?’
Isn’t he the streamer closest to my disciple?
Wait.
“Headmaster, did you know about Choi Kang-mok?”
“I knew him, but… wait. The disciple you just mentioned, Pease—surely you don’t mean the [Mage]?”
The Headmaster’s expression hardened.
“Cancel the faculty meeting.”
“Pardon?”
The atmosphere in the Headmaster’s office shifted.
“Choi Kang-mok is my disciple.”
I cannot lose my disciple’s disciple to another.

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Kang Pal-do took pride in himself.
‘I have evolved.’
Originally, he was a survival-specialized Mine awakener.
That fundamental nature remained unchanged.
But any Mine awakener must grow with the passage of time.
Just as mages become proficient in magic, the luck of Lucky Mine grows ever more concentrated.
As he was about to sleep, he felt an instinctive surge of ‘luck’.
“Now is not the time to sleep!”
He didn’t know what it was.
But he felt it.
Something massive was coming!
Killing content was approaching!
“Take flight, EX-Rank K-Drone!”
His drone tracked the target with precision.
The target was singular: an EX-Rank awakener.
In the past, he would have needed three or four attempts to succeed once, but now he succeeded on the first try.
The drone instantly teleported and entered the Tower in South Korea where Choi Kang-mok was located.
“This is spatial liberation.”
He had no idea how it worked.
It just happened through sheer luck!
He spoke excitedly.
“Choi Kang-mok—no, Choi Kang-mok isn’t limited to just area-wide flight magic.”
I stripped away the Miner title, but I still respect them as a mage.
Pride swells in me, and I’m not even an EX-Rank Awakened One!
“Did you see my drone move? Just as you witnessed, I apply spatial liberation magic on a wide scale.”
-When?
-Drone’s spatial liberation magic (not applicable)
-???: Not used
In any case, the livestream had started abruptly, yet hundreds of thousands flooded in within moments.
The numbers climbed in real time.
This was the firepower of Kang Pal-do, Earth’s greatest streamer.
“An unidentifiable boss monster is visible.”
Kang Pal-do’s drone had captured ‘something’.
Above the boss monster, a name appeared.
[Goddess of Justice]
Kang Pal-do was momentarily at a loss for words.
The AI narrator filled the silence that had fallen.
[It was a blindfold covering its eyes. In one hand, a scale. In the other, a sword gripped firmly—a ‘something’ of that nature.]
Static crackled intermittently through the narration.
It meant the entity possessed a caliber too formidable for Kang Pal-do and his drone to capture.
Had it been anyone else’s drone, it would have been destroyed long ago.
[The scale had rusted pitch-black, its balance already lost.]
The scale was shattered beyond repair.
Yet the blade gleamed with a dark luster.
[The sword’s edge bore unmistakable marks of wear.]
[The air grew heavy.]
In truth, the drone struggled to maintain flight.
[The gaze beneath the blindfold turned toward the ‘mage’.]
Crackle—
Crackle crackle—
Even Kang Pal-do’s drone could endure no longer and exploded.
Despite the ‘Goddess of Justice’ having done nothing whatsoever.
Choi Kang-mok gazed upon the boss monster that had materialized before him.
‘I sense it.’
This is no ordinary boss.
I feel a caliber that surpasses the Flame Queen.
‘At minimum, a 2nd Section boss.’
Or perhaps a 3rd Section boss.
Choi Kang-mok drew forth his mana.
‘A magical combat situation.’
The Goddess of Justice spoke.
“Set justice aright.”
I scattered the concept of defense across the entire space.
At the same moment, I transformed myself into an archer of light.
I carpeted the entire 70th Floor with arrows of light.
The entire space was bound by a single aim, layering upon itself at inescapable angles and smothering the battlefield.
70th Floor Hidden Boss (3rd Section).
Mage-Archer Form. Boss battle commencing.

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