The Wizard Who Endured the World of Murim - Chapter 1

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Surviving in the Martial Realm as a Mage: Episode 1
[Dragon Slayer of the Jerman Mountain Range, Massacrer of Giants and Monsters, Interpreter of All Mysteries, Companion of Spirits and Fairies, Terror of the Seven Continents, Grand Mage of the Hero Party…]
―Excerpt from the Society of Descendants Praising the Great Archmage Trevallion of the Rainbow―
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My great Master.
The epithets by which the world praises the Grand Mage Trevallion are honestly too numerous to count.
In truth, there are even more famous ones beyond those mentioned above.
But since my diary pages lack the space to record all of them, I’ll leave it at this.
Honestly, given the extraordinary achievements he has accomplished, such treatment is only natural.
But from my perspective, our Master.
That is to say, the great Grand Mage.
Duke Trevalie is simply someone whose maturity hasn’t quite caught up.
He’s merely an elderly man brimming with curiosity.
Bang―!
“Lian! Are you here?”
“…Yes, Master. Though I do wish you would knock first.”
“No, that’s not important right now. I just returned from another dimension, you see? But when I saw another version of myself over there, he was nothing but incompetence incarnate. No ability whatsoever, and terribly lazy too. Remember that principle I mentioned before? The Law of Entropy Conservation Equivalence.”
“Ah, you mean ‘the entropy existing in all dimensions is fixed, and when a being in one dimension consumes much entropy, the identical individuals in other dimensions suffer proportional disadvantage’?”
“Exactly! That’s right! No matter how I look at it, you’ve grasped it perfectly. The version of me in that other dimension is absolutely useless. I couldn’t possibly make use of him.”
I carefully set down the experimental instruments on the table.
Then I turned my head slightly to regard Duke Trevalie, whose face was flushed with excitement.
Snow-white eyebrows and hair.
Well over a hundred years old, he was.
Yet his unwrinkled face now gleamed with eyes as bright as a youth’s.
Each time I witness my Master’s energetic demeanor,
I find myself genuinely amazed.
“Then you’ve succeeded with the dimensional transfer magic that had been blocking you all this time?”
“Hmm? Hehe, I succeeded with that long ago. It’s quite stable now. I’ve already visited five different dimensions.”
“Congratulations. Another achievement to your name, Master.”
A mage of space and dimensions.
The great Grand Mage Trevallion.
Another epithet to describe our Master had been born.
While I, befitting a mage, remain confined to the laboratory, battling magical reagents all day long.
Our great Master.
Duke Trevalie experiments firsthand with legendary magics that were thought possible only in imagination.
This time too, he brought a tome he’d compiled, claiming he’d transcribed his successful dimensional magic into a spellbook, and casually placed it on my desk.
I wonder if it’s truly acceptable to leave such a grimoire—one capable of overturning the Seven Continents—lying about so carelessly.
“Hmm, well, you can present it to the academic community whenever you feel like it. Since I’ve finished teaching you all the magical theories I needed to pass down, I’m now thinking of challenging a new form of magic.”
“What sort of extraordinary magic are you planning to attempt this time?”
I wondered if there existed magic more dangerous than dimensional magic.
Duke Trevalie scratched the back of his head awkwardly and let out a strained laugh.
“This spell is rather dangerous, so I’ve prepared a will in advance. Would you like to read it?”
“…What?”
I stared at my Master with an expression of complete bewilderment.
What manner of magic could possibly make a creature that traverses dimensions itself prepare for death?
As my expression twisted in confusion, my Master placed a will beside the dimensional magic tome and chuckled softly.
“I thought I might venture into a Higher Dimension—one level above This Place.”
“…A Higher Dimension? Surely you don’t mean the Divine Realm?”
Can an ordinary human even enter the Divine Realm?
No, wait.
If my great Master were to attempt it, perhaps it might be possible.
After all, he is already called the god of magic.
A being whose talents I cannot even begin to fathom.
But then.
“The Divine Realm isn’t a Higher Dimension. It’s simply difficult to access from this same dimension due to a difference in hierarchy. But if one sets their mind to it, one can go there anytime. I’ve even been there myself.”
“…To the Divine Realm?”
“Indeed. I even met the goddess Aonia there, though she became quite furious upon seeing me and drove me out. I was even banned from entering.”
“Is that… acceptable?”
“Why wouldn’t it be? I even apologized.”
Is he joking?
Yet his expression was far too serious to dismiss it as such.
In any case, the dimensional magic tome lay upon the table.
I needed to master it as quickly as possible.
I gathered my wits as rapidly as I could and posed my question.
“Then what exactly do you mean by a Higher Dimension?”
“Well, it’s a world that follows laws similar to those of Our World, yet operates under entirely different rules. For now, the distance is too great, so I can only make vague predictions. Every dimension’s entropy would function in a manner completely unlike This Place. If I were to go there, even I might find it quite challenging.”
This embodiment of arrogance speaking with such humility.
Such a world exists?
It’s rather astonishing.
“Does such a world truly exist?”
The thought alone.
Escaped my lips before I could stop it.
“It must. The only issue is that it’s difficult to observe from here, so until I go there directly, I won’t know for certain. But I’m confident it exists. Now I simply need to go and see for myself.”
“But if you venture to such a world, won’t you be constrained by limitations on your power? Aren’t you afraid?”
“Afraid? Why would I be afraid of that?”
Watching my Master’s expression of incomprehension.
I suddenly understood what manner of being stood before me, and I nodded.
“Of course—you would actually relish it, Master.”
“Exactly! Starting from the bottom is such a thrill.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of my Master’s radiant grin.
That confidence stems from knowing I can reach the pinnacle at any moment, in any form.
Perhaps if Master had learned swordplay instead of magic, he would have stood at the world’s apex just the same.
After all, Master is also a master swordsman acknowledged by the Hero himself.
The person before me is already a monster beyond all classification.
I quickly nodded and opened my mouth again.
“Still, if it’s a dimension so distant that even Master’s eyes cannot observe it, it must be truly dangerous.”
“Right. With a physical body, observation is simply impossible. So this time, I’m thinking of abandoning the body entirely and attempting it as a pure spirit—a perfect mental form. By drastically reducing mass, I should be able to venture much further.”
“We usually call that death, Master.”
“That’s why I’ve written a will.”
“Must you really go to such lengths, Master?”
“Yes. This is truly the last time.”
I knew well that trying to dissuade this person would be futile.
A madman who cannot resist any new magic.
As I regarded Master with a complicated expression,
our great Archmage,
Duke Trevalie gazed at me and laughed with undignified chuckles.
“So now you are free, Disciple. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“…I suppose it is.”
The freedom I had yearned for so long.
Yet for some reason, my heart felt strangely hollow.
Perhaps because I had never imagined obtaining freedom in this manner.
Since it was not earned entirely through my own strength, it did not sit well with me.
“While I’m gone, go ahead and conquer the world if you wish. Feel free to use my fortune. I’ve written it all in my will.”
“I’m already tens of thousands of gold in debt to Master from the expenses of my various experiments.”
“What? That can’t be right.”
“I spent all the gold long ago on manufacturing the potions and elixirs Master had me create.”
“…What should I do? Having no money is truly a grave problem. Magic requires an enormous amount of funds.”
“Well, it’s fine. I’ll handle the debt myself.”
“Oh! Truly my Disciple! You must have that level of capability!”
I watched Master, whose face was brimming with excitement,
and asked with a somewhat irritated expression.
“Will you return, then?”
“This time, I probably won’t be able to return. Since I must abandon the physical form.”
“Then I really will conquer the world? With Master gone, who would stop me?”
“Probably no one. Take this opportunity and try being an emperor.”
“Ah, now that you mention it, I don’t feel like doing it. It seems so trivial.”
“Haha, it is indeed trivial.”
As I regarded Master with a thoroughly sullen expression,
Master chuckled and tapped my shoulder lightly as he spoke.
“Disciple. Have you forgotten what this great Master has always told you? Compared to the process of awakening to truth, worldly honors are as light as feathers—I’ve said this countless times.”
“If that feather were the Seven Continents, it wouldn’t be light at all, would it?”
“No. It makes no difference whatsoever, Disciple. Well, you’ll understand someday.”
My Master smiled with that characteristic carefree grin of his.
He continued patting my back gently.
“You’ve suffered much under my tutelage all this time. I’ve wanted to tell you this for ages. Among all my disciples, you were the only one I could truly converse with.”
“….”
“Your ambition was boundless, and your intellect matched it.”
“The world conquest I mentioned before—that wasn’t a jest.”
I was serious.
I truly intended to conquer the world.
With my Master—that restraining force—gone, nothing could stop me now.
“Good. Do as you wish. Once you’ve tried, you’ll realize how much time you wasted on something lighter than a feather.”
“My motivation is already crumbling before I’ve even started. Thank you so much, Master.”
I ground my teeth softly as I spoke, and my Master chuckled in response.
Ah, I feel like I’ve already lost before beginning.
The feeling is peculiar.
“All my knowledge has been passed down to you completely. I have no lingering attachments to this place. It feels wonderfully liberating.”
“Don’t just brush me off like that now, please.”
I stuffed the dimensional grimoire and will that lay on the table into my robes and spoke curtly.
“Whether it’s the Higher Dimension or whatever—I hope you live well there. Though as your disciple, I needn’t worry; you’ll manage fine regardless. The more I talk, the more irritated I become.”
“If I succeed there, I’ll call for you.”
“No need. I’ll climb to the highest place in this world and live happily. Besides, you said the rules are different there, didn’t you? I might not even be able to use magic.”
“I’m merely speculating. It might work. If not, I’ll just master swordplay instead.”
“Sigh, do as you please. Still, when your will is revealed, Master, quite a few vultures will gather. It’ll be troublesome for a while.”
I shook my head with an exasperated expression.
My Master tapped his staff a few times, then spoke lightly.
“Then I shall depart.”
“Safe travels….”
Stagger—
Suddenly, my Master wavered before my eyes and collapsed backward.
I caught him reflexively.
Then, pressing my throbbing forehead, I cried out.
“You meant you were leaving right now?”
This was a joke, surely?
So sudden like this?
The greatest archmage in history.
The god of magic.
Duke Fabius Tvalier.
Thus did he meet his official end.

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