The Wizard Who Endured the World of Murim - Chapter 111

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Surviving in the Martial Realm as a Mage: Episode 111
The ruler of the Jerman Mountain Range.
Zenos, the Black Dragon known to be the most ferocious among all dragons.
One day, he gazed upon a Small Human who had visited his lair and posed a question.
[It seems my activities have grown rather sparse of late.]
Indeed, humans possessed abysmal memory.
Merely a century ago, I obliterated an entire kingdom as a warning.
Yet here they come again, foolishly ignorant.
[It appears the time has come to deliver a proper warning.]
How tedious to be forced into action every hundred years.
Zenos clicked his tongue softly and gazed down upon the human who had invaded his lair.
[Do you have any final words?]
The human never once turned his head, maintaining his unwavering stare throughout.
Then his lips twitched, and he spoke immediately.
“Hellfire!”
How foolish.
The Black Dragon Zenos merely sneered at the human’s sudden ambush, swiftly erecting a thick barrier before him.
But in that instant.
Whoosh—!
‘What?!’
The hellfire altered its trajectory, surging upward in a sharp arc.
Hellfire was no mere fireball.
Could such a dramatic change in trajectory even be possible?
While marveling at the creature’s extraordinary creativity, Zenos unfurled an Absolute Barrier to shield his entire body.
Boom—!
A tremendous impact resounded, and searing pain erupted beneath my jaw.
The hellfire that wretched human had hurled had actually pierced through the Absolute Barrier and transmitted its force directly.
[How dare you….]
The compression density of that hellfire was extraordinary.
So it had penetrated the Absolute Barrier and shattered my lower jaw.
I applied recovery magic to heal the pain in my jaw.
Yet remarkably, beneath the perfectly healed jaw, a persistent ache lingered, and a supernatural curse’s voice that pierced the soul seeped into my ears.
[Remarkable.]
This was no ordinary hellfire.
That human had modified it in some way.
He had achieved such extraordinary refinement that it could penetrate even a dragon’s perfect physiology.
While I felt inclined to praise such ability.
First, I needed to inflict a sharp punishment upon him.
Just as Zenos was about to use draconic magic to subdue the creature.
He grinned wickedly.
“Teleport!”
Remarkably, he pierced through the interference magic the dragon had deployed and escaped via teleportation.
So skillfully, in fact, that even tracking his aura proved impossible.
[… How amusing.]
Zenos felt genuine fury for the first time in ages.
The moment he muttered those words, he unleashed a detection spell to locate his quarry.
Yet the creature eluded capture.
After meticulously combing through the Lair and its surrounding area, Zenos was forced to confront a hollow emptiness he hadn’t felt in eons.
All he could do afterward was lodge a complaint with the Dragon King.
Years passed in this manner.
Then that human returned to the Lair once more.
[You won’t escape this time.]
I couldn’t predict what attack magic he might unleash, but that was a secondary concern.
After all, human attack magic could never damage the body of a dragon as mighty as myself.
First, I needed to seal off every possible means and method of escape.
So I blanketed the entire Lair with dozens upon dozens of layers of dragon-tongue magic alongside every conceivable interference and sealing spell, completely blocking all exits.
Now, no matter how clever that human creature was, he could no longer escape from inside to outside, neither through physical nor magical means.
Perfect isolation from the external world.
Having completed this work, the Black Dragon Zenos regarded the human with smug satisfaction.
[Hmm? Why is he smiling?]
The human was smiling for some reason. Seeing this, Zenos tilted his head in confusion.
He never realized it, not even in the moment of his death.
That the preparatory work he had just completed
was entirely part of that creature’s plan.
“You grew careless, Zenos. You die precisely because you are too strong.”
Archmage Trevallion.
He exploited the time the arrogant dragon had wasted and deployed a Dispel spell.
The Dispel magic, which he had kept hidden from public knowledge until now, struck true against the dragon.
In an instant, it neutralized the creature with its mighty physique.
The panicked Black Dragon Zenos attempted to flee.
Yet even with his sturdy body and wings, he could not fly away to escape.
He was completely trapped by the magic he himself had placed around the Lair.
Thus Trevallion was able to eliminate the ruler of the Jerman Mountain Range.
He became a Dragon Slayer.
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There is one technique that always works against arrogant creatures, without exception.
Dispel magic.
It is a spell that invariably strikes those who know nothing of its existence.
This is why Ilhyang made every effort to conceal information about Dispel magic.
Though he eventually revealed everything to the Magic Society.
At least in this world, no one knew anything about Dispel.
‘If they don’t know, they have to learn the hard way.’
If they didn’t know, their skulls would crack open as they gained enlightenment.
Ilhyang’s Dispel net flew out with perfect accuracy, engulfing Yeon Heo-gi Monk, a Water Cultivator Disciple at the Yeon Heo-gi realm.
Though the difference in realm meant it could only neutralize him for an extremely brief moment.
For Woo Ki-cheon, a Tier 6 Jiangshi and Ghost Shadow Demon Lord, it was more than enough time to take a nap and return.
Woo Ki-cheon exposed his blackened gums in a grotesque grin as he descended upon the Cheong-un Merchant.
“Kuk! Kugh!”
He drove his straightened hand like a blade directly into the heart of the Cheong-un Merchant, who convulsed desperately within the spider web.
Squuuuurt―!
As if rummaging through soft tofu.
Woo Ki-cheon, who had seized the Cheong-un Merchant’s heart with such ease, grinned wickedly and crushed it in his grip.
Crunch―!
“Kgh… Kghaaah!”
A Yeon Heo-gi Water Cultivator Disciple’s heart was merely a pillar that composed the form of the physical body.
It didn’t die just because that broke.
This was because to a Yeon Heo-gi Water Cultivator Disciple, the body was like a garment.
A garment one could shed at any moment.
Even a Hwashin Order Water Cultivator Disciple could escape with their primordial spirit when their body burst and flee.
What about Yeon Heo-gi?
‘It’s coming out.’
Indeed, cracks like fine lines appeared across the Cheong-un Merchant’s body.
And through those cracks, a Yang Spirit identical in appearance to the Cheong-un Merchant suddenly burst forth.
Naturally, the Yang Spirit had already escaped from the Dispel net that Ilhyang had unleashed.
“You, you wretches! How dare you… how dare such trash do this to me!”
The Cheong-un Merchant trembled violently across his entire form, consumed by rage.
The body he had painstakingly cultivated and accumulated over long years had shattered like an eggshell.
And the Yang Spirit of the Yeon Heo-gi Water Cultivator Disciple who had barely escaped from it.
The Yang Spirit was fundamentally different in concept from the Primordial Infant of the Wonyeonggi realm or the Primordial Spirit of the Hwashin Order.
The Yang Spirit could utilize all the cultivation methods it originally possessed without limitation.
Therefore, the Cheong-un Merchant poured forth all the cultivation methods and will of a true Yeon Heo-gi Water Cultivator Disciple, attempting to sweep away Ilhyang before his eyes.
He was far too enraged at having sacrificed the body he had painstakingly built.
Precisely because of this violent reaction, he was so focused on Ilhyang that he overlooked the most crucial thing.
The Jiangshi before him suddenly made a strange hand gesture.
Then opened his mouth briefly.
[Absolute Zero]
Craaaaaack―!
Immediately after, the Cheong-un Merchant became a massive ice statue.
It was the magic of absolute zero, freezing every single cell.
But a Yang Spirit that had abandoned its body could not be killed by this alone.
Yet even this could only be held for the briefest of moments.
‘Surely he wouldn’t be unaware of that.’
Of course, I knew it too.
Everything up to this point had been arranged beforehand between me and Ghost Shadow Demon Lord Woo Ki-cheon.
The final line where Woo Ki-cheon and I could push forward without restraint ended precisely here.
The finishing blow was my responsibility.
I shook the Jeo-mul Platform while simultaneously pouring magical power into my staff.
A newly created artifact.
The Wise Divine Flame Staff glowed crimson as Hellfire—an intense flame spell reaching the peak of the Fifth Circle—was generated and unleashed.
A spell amplified through the staff’s power.
“No!”
The interference came in that very instant.
A Fifth Circle Hwashin Order Monk watching from the flying artifact.
Yunhae Venerable leaped down and released puppets from his sleeve, inserting himself into the fray.
“Save the Elder!”
Dozens of puppet soldiers falling in scattered patterns from the sky.
Fortunately, there were things prepared to intercept them.
Before I cast my spell.
The Black Blood Corpse Demons and Dark Knight Mages I had summoned from the Jeo-mul Platform rushed at the puppet soldiers in their own ways.
Boom! Crash—!
A brief window of time was created.
The blink of an eye.
Truly just that fleeting instant.
The Yeon Heo-gi Monk Cheong-un Merchant, whose consciousness had been frozen solid, finally took my refined Hellfire directly into his torso.
Boom—!
Though a Dual Soul’s body was quite resilient.
There was no way to withstand an explosion of such magnitude without any protective equipment, taking it raw.
Sizzle—
The moment the Dual Soul’s body shattered apart.
Fragments of Dao Essence scattered in all directions.
These Dao Essences were fragments of the laws that the Yeon Heo-gi Monk had comprehended through a lifetime of cultivation.
Naturally, each of these shards breaking apart like glass was a resource more precious than gold.
I swept my sleeve and gathered them all at once, storing every last piece in a single spatial pouch.
“Ah~ We succeeded, Senior. So this really does work?”
Rumble—! Bang— Bang—!
While the two of us exchanged brief words.
The Black Blood Corpse Demons and Dark Knight Mages surrounded the flying artifact slowly descending from the sky, attacking with frenzied intensity.
I wiped my forehead, beaded with cold sweat, my complexion deathly pale, and spoke with a deep sigh.
“We were fortunate.”
Honestly, I had believed this method would work at least once.
There were indeed some harrowing moments where I nearly stumbled due to my opponent’s superior cultivation level.
But the decisive factor was that my opponent never fought at full strength from the beginning, which allowed me to secure victory.
‘Fool.’
That idiot Cheong-un Merchant, like all the strong, had grown careless.
He died pathetically from his own negligence.
After briefly assessing Cheong-un Merchant’s death, Ilhyang collected the Jeo-mul Platform he had dropped.
Then, gazing at one Hwashin Order Practitioner who couldn’t escape and three Won-yeong Order Practitioners desperately resisting, I smiled wickedly.
And unable to flee.
I looked at one Hwashin Order Practitioner desperately resisting and three Won-yeong Order Practitioners with a sinister grin.
“Fresh and excellent materials indeed.”
“Your luck truly is terrible, Senior.”
Ilhyang laughed softly.
When I first arrived in the Deep Three Continents and encountered the Celestial Watchers of the Yongeul Sect.
What Ghost Shadow Demon Lord Woo Ki-cheon had muttered about bad luck wasn’t directed at me.
It was directed at them—those who would become excellent resources.
As I descended toward the flying artifact on the ground, my eyes gleamed with predatory hunger as I searched for openings in the four Celestial Watchers’ defenses.

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