The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 295

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Chapter 295
Chapter 295
Was it Toltum from the White Rock Tribe?
Honestly, I’m not sure how strong he really was….
‘He made for an excellent training dummy.’
I never expected my magic to hold up against him so well.
Among monsters, it was rare to find one that could endure for this long.
Thanks to that, I was able to use not only the 5-circle spellbooks I’d collected from First, but also most of the 5-circle advanced magic I’d learned at the Blue Moon Grand Library.
Well, in the end, Toltum’s armor shattered before I could test out every spell.
– The victor is! The warrior of the Sandclaw Tribe! Mir!
The subsequent duels followed the same pattern.
– Next is the duel between the Sun Claw Tribe and the Sandclaw Tribe!
The Sun Claw Tribe.
A warrior clad in brilliant crimson claws—though I couldn’t determine how powerful he truly was or what abilities he possessed.
– Using the skill ‘Azure Soul Specter’.
– Using the 5-circle fire magic ‘Fire Cannon’.
– Using the 5-circle fire magic ‘Fire Cannon’.
….
Boom, boom, boom, boom, crash!!!
“Cough!”
The moment the match began, I unleashed a barrage of magic, dropping him before he could even attempt anything.
Of course, I couldn’t conduct every match in such a manner.
A Great Warrior—recognized as a powerhouse even among their own tribe.
The Great Warriors of the stronger tribes were formidable enough to rival rankers.
– Next is the duel between the Moon Desert Tribe and the Sandclaw Tribe!
Against such opponents.
– Using the skill ‘Azure Soul Specter’.
“Ugh! I heard powerful magic takes time to cast! How are you so fast!”
“Powerful magic requires intense concentration, doesn’t it? You can cast consecutive spells while moving?”
“Two spells at once! Dual casting?! Argh!”
I was able to enjoy genuine magical combat.
Facing skilled opponents in succession, my magical prowess—which had stagnated while relying solely on Arcane Blade—began to grow steadily.
Using magic became as natural as moving my limbs, and I grew adept at selecting the appropriate spell for each situation.
Especially learning that I shouldn’t rely solely on overwhelming power.
– Using the 3-circle light magic ‘Flash Boom’.
Flash!
“Argh! My eyes!”
– Using the 1-circle earth magic ‘Grease’.
Slip—.
“Gaaaah!”
I gained much deeper understanding of how to utilize Low Circle magic.
This is what true combat looks like for a Sage.
Back in First, I relied on the power of items to cast magic, but this was my first time engaging in genuine magical combat on such a scale.
Slowly adapting to this entirely new domain while systematically defeating my opponents was incredibly exhilarating.
The matches continued on.
And as I continued to fell my opponents one after another.
“This is absurd!”
The hostile gazes directed at me only multiplied.
* * *
“This is absurd!”
Crash!
The White Rock Tribe Chief slammed his fist down on the table with brutal force.
Given his massive frame and considerable strength, the blow sent the large table lurching sideways with a thunderous bang.
The expressions of the surrounding tribal chiefs darkened in response.
“An outsider, not a desert tribesman, competing for the title of the Great Desert’s greatest warrior? How is that even possible! This is madness!”
“Chief, this has been the rule since the very first tournament.”
“It was established at the beginning to promote unity among the tribes and foster exchange with outsiders….”
This wasn’t the first time an outsider had participated in the tournament.
It was rare, but such cases did occur occasionally.
In fact, far more outsiders had participated in the original tournament that determined the first greatest warrior.
However, as time passed, the harsh desert terrain naturally discouraged outsider participation.
With fewer outsiders competing, the tournament gradually became the exclusive domain of desert warriors.
“Because of such rotten ancient rules! Should we simply stand by and watch our great desert warriors fall one after another!”
“Hmm.”
“Well….”
The other tribal chiefs were equally displeased.
Every chief present had come to the Alliance seeking victory.
Yet their own warriors were being defeated by an outsider, not even by warriors from rival tribes.
And not only that—they couldn’t even land a single wound on the outsider, falling completely one-sided.
“This is absolutely intolerable! That arrogant outsider must be disqualified immediately!”
“We would like to do so as well, but….”
“Convincing the Alliance Leader will be difficult. That person is rigidly principled.”
Moreover, they declared that this tournament would be completely free of political interference and would select a true greatest warrior.
“If that’s the case, it will be difficult to have them disqualified by challenging the rules….”
It was frustrating, but there was no way around it.
The outsider hadn’t illegally entered the competition.
Since they were competing under the name of the Sandclaw Tribe, they had violated no rules whatsoever.
“The Sandclaw Tribe Chief didn’t come?”
“An attendant came in place of the chief, but I heard they’re a trainee warrior.”
“A trainee warrior? Ha! Sending a trainee warrior instead of the chief and fielding an outsider as their representative warrior? Is this really the same formidable Sandclaw Tribe I know?”
“It seems they were recently attacked by a transcendent being. Perhaps that’s why they’ve lost their power.”
“A transcendent being?”
“The Evil God, they say….”
“Ha! The Evil God? Does that even make sense? They must be making excuses after suffering a magical disaster!”
“That’s not it. Truly, it seems to be the Evil God. Perhaps that warrior defeated the Evil God….”
“Stop spouting such nonsense!”
The Evil God, they said.
What kind of absurdity was that?
Such rumors had reached even the Continent, but there was no way they could be true.
Even if they were, there was no way such a being as the Evil God could have crossed into the sacred Desert.
“I have a good idea.”
“Oh, what idea is that?”
“We hire the Assassins.”
“Ah, the Assassins….”
“Yes. The shadows of the Desert. The greatest assassins in the Desert. If we hire them to eliminate the outsiders, we can have a true Desert duel among ourselves.”
“Wouldn’t that be too dangerous? If it becomes known that we’ve made contact with the Assassins, we could be stripped of our Alliance membership.”
“Ahem, I’ll be taking my leave from this matter.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear anything.”
“Be grateful that I haven’t reported this to the Alliance Leader immediately. White Rock Tribe Chief.”
Thud.
“Tch, such cowards….”
The moment the Assassins’ name was mentioned.
More than half of the Tribe Chiefs sitting in their seats kicked open the doors and left.
The Assassins’ name was that dangerous.
But that also meant some Tribe Chiefs remained.
“It wouldn’t be bad to hold a new tournament at this point.”
“A new tournament…?”
“Our warriors didn’t lose unfairly. We kill the Alliance Leader and hold a new tournament ourselves. Then our eliminated warriors can compete again fair and square, can’t they?”
“Hoho, indeed….”
The Tribe Chiefs smiled darkly as they planned their contact with the Assassins.
Before long, the shadows of the Desert began to move.
* * *
“Apostle! You were truly amazing! How were you able to defeat them all without allowing a single attack? With magic—boom! Crash! Kaboom! It was so cool!”
“I told you not to call me Apostle.”
“Oh right, I got too excited. Anyway, you were so cool! Mir!”
There wasn’t much time left now.
Having advanced to the semifinals, I just needed to win two more matches for victory.
But what mattered most was.
– Master, I can feel it.
“So the prize really is your scales after all.”
– That appears to be the case.
Luke’s response.
During the fight in the Colosseum, Luke sensed my body parts around him.
It couldn’t have been coincidence—the tournament prize was undoubtedly Luke’s dragon scales, exactly as I’d suspected.
But that aside.
“Especially when you brought down that White Rock Tribe warrior—it was incredible! Boom, crash-boom! Whoosh, bang! Pow-pow-pow! It was like watching the Evil God himself… wait, is that an insult? Anyway, you were absolutely magnificent!”
“Sure, sure.”
“So today’s meal is on me!”
Rashid looked far too pleased with himself.
I could have let it slide if it was just his mood, but he was offering to buy dinner?
Rashid knew better than anyone how expensive food was in the Golden Sand Castle, so I wondered what gave him such confidence.
“I bet all the spare funds the tribe gave me on you, sir!”
“…What?”
“Oh, you didn’t know? You can place bets on who wins each match!”
“But you can just use the tribe’s funds for that?”
“Yes? I mean, you’re obviously going to win anyway, so what’s the problem?”
He’d wagered money on me.
It seemed that wandering through the desert had inflated his loyalty toward me far beyond what I’d anticipated.
But setting that aside.
If such an opportunity existed.
“Can I place a bet too?”
“Hmm, I believe competitors aren’t allowed to bet directly.”
“Then place my money for me.”
“Really?”
“Yes, all the way through the finals.”
“Yes! I’ll bet every coin you give me!”
“Can you handle this much?”
“Gasp… I, I wasn’t really paying attention, but there’s probably a betting limit! Let me check!”
“Do that.”
I had no reason not to bet.
My goal was victory, and after facing the warriors so far, I felt no doubt whatsoever that I would lose.
As we headed back to our lodgings.
– Master.
“…Yes.”
Something caught my senses.
Obtaining Luke’s dragon form hadn’t only enhanced my eyesight.
My other senses—hearing, smell, and the rest—had been substantially strengthened overall.
And because of my habits from my time in First, I kept my senses heightened at all times, so I could perceive it.
‘I’m being followed.’
Someone was trailing behind me.
Based on the skill to conceal one’s presence, this was undoubtedly a formidable master.
What should I do?
Should I find a safe place and retreat?
No, my thoughts were the opposite.
“Rashid, go back to the lodging.”
“Pardon? What about you, Mir?”
“Something urgent came up suddenly.”
“Something urgent? Then let me come with you! I can show you the way!”
“No, this is something I need to do alone. Go inside.”
“Yes? Um, understood….”
I sent Rashid back to the lodging.
As expected, this presence paid no attention to Rashid whatsoever.
Now alone, I walked through the streets and slipped toward the outer edges of the Alliance.
The Alliance’s buildings weren’t particularly tall, and with the tournament in full swing, the population was dense.
But once you venture to the outskirts, alleys with sparse foot traffic naturally begin to appear.
The moment all human presence vanished completely.
“There’s no need to hide anymore, is there? Or are you planning an ambush?”
I turned around.
Still, nothing was visible.
Yet my senses still clearly detected someone’s presence.
Sure enough, not long after, from the darkness of the alley.
“Did they really sense our presence?”
A figure emerged.
Someone began to reveal themselves from the shadows of the alley.
They wore a deep sand-colored cloak, veil, and turban that blended with the desert, and held a sharp scimitar in hand.
Despite revealing themselves, their presence was so faint they seemed not to exist at all.
The problem was.
“Despite sensing our presence, you didn’t flee but instead came to this desolate place.”
“How arrogant.”
“Perhaps because you’re an outsider? You must be unaware of what we Assassins truly are.”
“By the time you realize your mistake, your heart will already be weighed upon the scales of judgment.”
The problem was that there were far more of them than just one or two.

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