The Wizard Who Endured the World of Murim - Chapter 27

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Surviving in the Martial Realm as a Mage: Episode 27
‘At that level, he’d easily be a 4th Circle Master.’
Since Ilhyang is currently a 3rd Circle Master.
One might think it’s merely a single circle difference.
But in reality, the gap between 3rd and 4th Circle was extraordinarily vast.
‘The most dangerous one here is that bastard. I need to subdue him first.’
Moreover, the Large Sailing Ship Nataryongwang wasn’t home to just a 4th Circle mage.
At the bow of the Large Sailing Ship Nataryongwang.
There stood that old man, arms crossed, striking an insufferably cool pose.
Ilhyang’s eyes narrowed as he observed him.
‘Gyolyong Chae-ju Sun Tae-go.’
In truth, that elder was a master of high-ranking knight caliber.
But honestly, he barely warranted my concern.
Thud—
Like a cat treading silently through the night.
Ilhyang clung soundlessly to the flank of the Nataryongwang.
‘Phew.’
I steadied my breathing after consolidating the recovered inner energy.
With a clearer mind, I carefully climbed toward the deck.
Scaling the ship’s flank like a lizard.
The smaller patrol vessels and sailing ships had already surged forward.
Beside the Jiao Long Faction’s command ship.
No one noticed Ilhyang approaching so brazenly.
‘I wonder if the Jinseong Transport Company can even stop this.’
A sudden thought crossed my mind.
But Ilhyang soon chuckled softly.
‘Well, they said I didn’t need to worry about that anyway.’
Besides, I’d already received the official stamp on the commission completion certificate in advance.
That was sufficient.
Upon the deck railing of the Nataryongwang.
Ilhyang landed like a cat, his eyes beginning to calmly identify his prey.
His gaze swept across the deck with predatory precision.
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The spell master Gong Jeol-gang wore a pleased smile from behind the Jiao Long Faction leader.
Everything was proceeding exactly as he had planned.
‘Excellent. Perfect.’
Even those vulgar water bandits at the bow, spouting curses and insults.
Today, they seemed almost endearing to him.
‘The cargo appears to be over there.’
In that distant location.
When I examined how the Jinseong Transport Company had positioned their vessels.
There stood the command ship, a large sailing vessel positioned precisely at the center.
That was where the fox I absolutely had to claim today would be.
‘Haha, they’re all performing splendidly. Absolutely magnificent.’
The momentum of the Yan Wang Faction members launching their assault from the left was quite formidable.
They had swiftly overwhelmed the Jinseong Transport Company’s peak masters.
And were now attempting to rapidly board the central sailing vessel.
‘Good. Keep it up.’
At this rate, the outcome would be decided in roughly half an hour.
‘Now if the right flank joins in on schedule, it’ll be over… Huh?’
Gong Jeol-gang suddenly.
Felt a chilling sensation.
Coursing down his spine like electricity, causing him to whip his head around.
And his eyes met directly.
With a young boy who had drawn near within arm’s reach, performing some peculiar hand gesture, his expression tinged with regret.
“Who the hell are you!”
Gong Jeol-gang let out a sharp cry as he withdrew his hand from his sleeve.
A clean, practiced motion—the result of years of disciplined cultivation bearing fruit.
Simultaneously, two talismans materialized in the empty air.
Crackle—
The talismans, engulfed in blue flames, immediately swept toward the young boy’s front.
‘I don’t know what he is, but he’s dangerous.’
His judgment was swift.
After hurling the talismans, Gong Jeol-gang.
Subtly concealed himself behind Gyolyong Chae-ju, who stood beside him.
“Huh? What is that bastard?”
“Be careful, Faction Leader. He’s no ordinary opponent!”
Gong Jeol-gang sighed inwardly.
He had let his guard down.
His attention had been entirely captivated by the front sailing vessel.
But it was unavoidable—the spectacle unfolding before him was simply too captivating.
A young man wielding a long spear, swinging it in all directions.
“Hahaha! I am the Lü Bu of Giyang County!”
“Who dares stand against me! I am Zhang Fei of Jangpan Pass!”
“Pfahahaha! You must not have eaten today, for your spear strikes lack all force!”
He was bellowing his voice with the fervor of a madman.
Because of that lunatic, Gyolyong Chae-ju Sun Tae-go had his attention completely seized by the front.
Gong Jeol-gang reacted, though belatedly.
But Sun Tae-go, who had been completely off guard, was not.
His reaction was merely microseconds too slow.
And that single moment determined the fates of two men.
From my fingertips erupted the most devastating attack spell of the Third Circle.
[Chain Lightning]
A brilliant white bolt of lightning unfurled across the ground.
It seared through the talismans before me and Sun Tae-go’s heart in an instant.
Crackle—!
“Gaaahhh!”
A catastrophe unfolding before anyone could properly react.
Sun Tae-go stared down at the gaping hole torn through his chest.
Blood spilled from his mouth in a crimson stream.
His expression twisted in disbelief as his lips trembled.
“Gurrgh…”
But with a sound like air escaping,
Sun Tae-go collapsed limply from Tae Sa-ui, crumpling to the ground.
In that moment, Gong Jeol-gang, who had been standing behind using Sun Tae-go as a meat shield, felt fury ignite in his eyes.
“Ha! How dare the Thunder Lightning Sect appear here! Whose orders? Did that mad old fool from the Su Family orchestrate this!”
Everything had been perfectly arranged!
How did the Thunder Lightning Sect know?
And of all things, why did that reckless sect have to interfere!
Regardless,
I observed Gyolyong Chae-ju trembling on the ground like an electrocuted insect, my expression turning distinctly regretful.
“I was planning to use him as a hostage, but he’s dead now.”
It was a finishing blow I had prepared to end things in one strike.
An attack that consumed nearly half of my current mana reserves in a single instant.
But the target I had aimed for dodged it.
The wrong person took the hit instead.
‘The mana I recover is… far too little.’
This is precisely why lightning-attribute magic, despite its overwhelming destructive power, falls short in other respects.
With the internal energy I currently possess, can I handle that old man?
I realized the situation had become somewhat troublesome.
Meanwhile, Gong Jeol-gang, who had been watching the boy disrespect him all this time, briefly flashed an expression of fury before
his eyes turned cold as ice, and he withdrew a small monkey figurine from his sleeve.
“Arrogant whelp. I shall teach you manners.”
Gong Jeol-gang hurled the small monkey figurine into the air.
Then,
‘Huh?’
The moment I faced that small monkey figurine as it was thrown,
I was seized by an uncanny sensation.
Thus, I found my gaze unable to tear away from the slowly descending monkey figurine, as if entranced.
Entering a state of absolute concentration, time itself seemed to slow within my perception.
‘What in the world…?’
Simultaneously, my mind naturally unraveled the nature of the small monkey figurine.
Astonishingly, this diminutive construct contained what was known to be an extraordinarily difficult material to procure.
Space magic woven throughout its form.
‘But it’s not just space magic. There’s something else mixed in here too?’
What could it be? The instant that thought crossed my mind.
Whoooosh—
The small figurine landed upon the deck.
The massive Large Sailing Ship I stood upon lurched violently up and down.
Simultaneously, the figurine on the deck swelled to roughly one and a half zhang in size—approximately five meters.
Then it hurled a fist directly at Ilhyang’s crown.
Fwoooosh—
Staring at a fist nearly as enormous as my own body.
I let out my first small cry of amazement mixed with alarm since arriving in this world.
“Insane! Damn it! That’s an absolutely brilliant application!”
“Puhehe, you mad apostate of the Thunder Lightning Sect. Let’s see if you can maintain such composure while dying.”
Even as I marveled, I instinctively employed Greek magic to slide backward across the deck.
Boom. Boom. Boom—!
The monkey’s threatening fist strikes pursued me perilously close from behind.
As I continued fleeing by the narrowest of margins, my expression grew slightly exhilarated, and I fixed my gaze upon some point in empty space.
I extended my fingers and gently pinched at something in the void.
‘What is he doing?’
While Gong Jeol-gang stood bewildered and confused.
Whoosh—!
Just as the monkey’s colossal fist descended precisely toward the Young Boy’s crown.
The Young Boy pulled at something as if grasping an invisible thread.
Then.
Gruuuuung—
Crackle—!
“What?”
The giant monkey figurine suddenly ceased its assault.
Its entire form began trembling violently, vibrating with a high-pitched whine.
“I, I’ve gone mad! What on earth is happening!”
Gong Jeol-gang’s face contorted in panic as he desperately attempted to regain control of his puppet figurine.
Yet inexplicably, it refused to obey.
Unbelievably.
Someone had completely torn out the puppet’s command system and was directly interfering with it.
And the prime suspect was currently.
“Haa… You mixed space magic and summoning magic within golem magic? I haven’t the faintest idea whose mind conceived this, but it’s absolutely insane. Within that chaotic arrangement of irregularities, you’ve produced a truly spectacular result. This easily warrants at least a B-grade rating. I must pay my respects to the creativity and daring spirit of whoever crafted this. This is genuinely magnificent magic.”
“You, you rotten bastard!”
Gong Jeol-gang worked his hands frantically, weaving intricate seals in an attempt to control the puppet, but
the puppet merely trembled faintly now.
There was no other change.
Ilhyang gazed upon the puppet with enchanted eyes, and
unable to restrain himself any longer, he drew near and caressed the sturdy form of the monkey puppet with trembling hands.
Ilhyang made no attempt to hide his elation.
“Certainly, the people of this world are clumsy with vessels, yet strangely the craftsmanship is exquisite. Hmm? Could it be the different materials they use? The durability is absurdly robust. There’s much to learn here.”
“D-damn it! Why has the connection to the puppet severed! What kind of nonsense is this!”
Whether Gong Jeol-gang screamed or not,
Ilhyang heard nothing at all.
As if smitten, he continued to fondle the puppet with an infatuated expression.
Witnessing such unshakeable composure, Gong Jeol-gang trembled violently across his entire body and once more desperately wove seals toward the puppet, but
now there was no response whatsoever.
“You belong to me now.”
The moment the boy uttered those words,
Gong Jeol-gang felt something snap within his mind.
‘I’ll kill him.’
Gong Jeol-gang bit his lower lip firmly, then
swiftly made a decisive expression and began clicking his teeth in rapid succession.
Click, click—
Gong Jeol-gang, perfectly synchronized with each click,
stamped his feet in specific patterns across the ground.
Perspiration poured down as he invested tremendous energy to create an enormous mystical formation.
At that moment, Ilhyang, who had been entranced examining the monkey puppet, suddenly turned his head.
“Oho?”
Witnessing the undisguised astonishment in Ilhyang’s gaze,
Gong Jeol-gang felt oddly satisfied, but
he suppressed that emotion and laughed while wiping the sweat from his brow.
“Krhehe, panic all you wish, but it’s already too late, you fool. This is our sect’s secret mystical formation—the Samra Hell Great River Formation. Suffer in the hell of this world until your dying breath.”
“How did you even….”
“Puhaha! Did I not tell you? It’s already too late to panic!”
Gong Jeol-gang felt oddly delighted seeing the boy’s eyes waver.
But that lasted only a moment.
Soon he grew alarmed.
For upon Ilhyang’s startled face, a childlike, innocent smile gradually blossomed.
It was unmistakably the smile of a child who had discovered a new toy.

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