Archmage Transcending Through Regression - Chapter 175

The Grand Mage who transcends by returning Chapter 175

Someone said.

People who play with food are the worst in the world.

That’s right.

There are no people as evil as those who play with what they eat.

But who are the worst of them all?

It’s just a joke with medicines.

Rian asked while trying to find the damn ‘maker’.

“What the hell is the elixir?”

“A stimulant that responds to divine power.”

“… … speed?”

Ryan’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Among the stimulants, there are types that respond to divine power? That’s the first time I’ve heard of it.”

“Ah, there is.”

The butler who was following me answered Lian’s words instead of me.

“There aren’t many, but there are things that have ‘divine’ qualities from time to time. for example… … .”

“Fountain of abundance.”

I answered simply.

“It is most representative of a divine substance with the property of ‘awakening’. It’s hard to find, so the story doesn’t come out well… … .”

“Wait, if it’s the well of abundance, that’s what you came here for. Didn’t you say the quantity was very small?”

“that’s right. Just a rat tail.”

Eileen’s question was valid.

The well of abundance is not difficult to obtain for nothing.

It appears and disappears randomly like a mirage, and the size of the spring that appeared like that is only about the size of a fist.

Of course, the amount is far too small to put in mass-produced products.

But it was certain.

The ingredient in this damn ‘elixir’ was the well of abundance.

Then, how was it possible to mass-produce elixirs made from spring water?

The answer is simple.

“But if you’re going to use the spring water for ‘stimulants,’ that’s a different story.”

“… … yes?”

“If you purify spring water as it is and use it well, it becomes a natural ingredient, but if you want to use it as a stimulant, you can dilute it as much as you like.”

Even a handful of spring water could produce thousands of bottles of stimulants.

This is not something that was learned simply from the knowledge before the regression.

Lemegeton.

In the great book of knowledge, such knowledge was also written.

‘But why do I see the hallucination of the status window only in the sanctuary?’

I didn’t know that yet.

What I immediately figured out is that this elixir has addictive and awakening effects.

In addition, the problem is that this ‘awakening effect’ does not end with simply awakening the divine power.

To put it bluntly,

this ‘awakening effect’ is to attract and use future possibilities in advance.

Although they are packing up their faith and everything, in the end, it is nothing more than an enchantment that burns a decent future.

Even if what comes out as a result is pure divine power, its essence is never pure.

“then… … Isn’t it dangerous?”

“So you are going now.”

How the hell did the creator make such a damn thing because he was a bastard?

I want to see it with my own two eyes.

But why is there something strange about the way the merchant guides you?

“Look at this.”

“Yes yep! Please tell me!”

“Are you going right?”

I frowned as I looked around the way.

It was assumed that the maker of such a dangerous stimulant would be in a dark and remote place.

“This is the way to the summit temple, isn’t it? It looks like you’re going to the director of the sanctuary, not the maker.”

“Oh yes, is that right?”

“… … hmm?”

The faces of me and my companions hardened all at once.

Now I realized what the merchant’s questioning meant.

Eileen stuttered and asked.

“Wait a minute. Hopefully now… … Are you saying that the identity of the creator of this ‘elixir’ is the Archbishop?”

“Yes, by the way.”

The merchant nodded with an expression of course.

As the party’s expressions hardened, the merchant’s shoulders shrank.

“That’s why I said I got permission from the archbishop… … .”

“No, what is this… … .”

Ryan muttered with a puzzled look on his face.

“… … What kind of dog situation is this?”

I know.

* * *

Soon we arrived at the hilltop temple of the saint.

This structure boasts the most grandiose scale in the “Hill of Saints”, one of the largest sanctuaries in the world.

Temple of Mercy.

That was when I arrived and tried to go inside.

A priest who had been standing quietly in front of us came over to us and bowed his head respectfully.

“Welcome, warrior.”

Then, with a nervous expression, he introduces himself.

“I am Mariel, a mid-level priest who is in charge of the guidance of the Temple of Mercy here. Archbishop is preparing to greet the warrior… … .”

“Let me go in.”

“iced coffee… … That’s what the archbishop is preparing for first… … .”

“I am higher than the Archbishop.”

I answered that and tried to get past the priest and go inside.

Had there been no problems, the archbishop would have acted as he wished.

But no.

I didn’t know anything else, but I definitely needed to hear about this elixir.

“Wait a minute, warrior! Won’t you listen to me first?!”

An intermediate priest blocked me with a pale expression.

I quietly frowned.

If it’s as I thought, this priest can’t be completely free from responsibility either.

You might think that this goddamn ‘temple’ is all in one piece.

“Okay then.”

With that said, I lifted the staff and took a picture of the floor.

thud!

A shallow cloud of dust rose.

At the same time, the holy power and mana from the staff started to vibrate around.

“Wait three minutes.”

“… … yes?”

The mid-level priest looked at me with an expression asking what he was talking about.

I didn’t seem to understand, so I spoke again in detail.

“If the archbishop does not appear within the next three minutes, my magic will attack the whole area.”

“Wait a minute. Warrior!”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s a sanctuary or not. If it doesn’t come out, doesn’t that mean it’s just that kind of building?”

“That… … !”

At my words, the intermediate priest just stomped his feet and was restless.

I have no intention of just talking.

coo goo.

The ground began to vibrate as if it could destroy the temple at any moment. At the same time, the temple also trembled.

One minute passed, two minutes passed.

Even so, the temple is silent.

The Archbishop showed no signs of coming out.

“The Archbishop has a rather heavy butt. There’s no way I wouldn’t have noticed.”

“Ah uh… … .”

“Are you not going? It would be better to call the archbishop right away.”

I looked at the intermediate priest with cold eyes and said.

“If not… … .”

thud!

At that moment, the energy of the World Tree began to flow from my staff.

Druid traits.

The ability to handle and communicate with plants.

“… … It’s already around here.”

With those words, tree roots sprang up from the ground.

The tree roots immediately detected the surroundings as soon as they sprouted.

The energy of the World Tree, which responds well to divine power, is most effective in such a sanctuary.

“Big black… … ?!”

I stretched out my hand in the direction of the voice.

At that moment, someone was sucked into my hand and I grabbed it by the collar.

“What the hell were you doing hanging around like that?”

“Yo warrior… … .”

“I wouldn’t have done this if you hadn’t been joking around and just came. Why would someone who has learned enough to learn be like this?”

I glared at the archbishop in my hand with cold eyes.

The archbishop was coughing, as if he was short of breath.

“What status window?”

“Collock Coke. If you let go of this first, I will explain… … .”

“Before that, let’s check one thing. Is it true that the manufacturer of this stimulant is you, Archbishop?”

“… … !”

The Archbishop trembled.

Damn it, my body reacted faster than the answer came out of my mouth.

“It’s not like a stimulant! God’s truth… … !”

“Agari.”

I didn’t want to hear it anymore, so I slapped the archbishop’s mouth.

Are stimulants the truth of God?

what kind of bullshit do you mean

Now, the believers have no doubt that the illusion of this goddamn status window is a real miracle.

“It is impossible to quantify a person’s faith. You know that more than anyone else. Who knows more than anyone… … .”

“Ugh… … .”

“Are you doing this?”

I glared at the archbishop and tossed him to the ground.

“Tell me where. I will not doubt that there is a ‘reasonable reason’ that you think of yourself.”

“Ha, for a reasonable reason… … .”

The Archbishop muttered and suddenly began to help himself.

He lay face down on the ground and giggled for a while.

“Heh heh… … ah yes there is Yes and no! It may seem like the hero just did something evil, but there’s a reason… … !”

“Don’t drag on, get to the point.”

I have no intention of wasting my emotions unnecessarily.

What’s so great about cheating and distributing addictive stimulants to believers?

At my words, the archbishop shouted.

“Your faith has been tested, hero! That mirage bewitched the believers and tested their faith, which must not be denied!”

“… … mirage?”

The ‘mirage’ that the archbishop is talking about now does not mean the fountain of abundance.

In the first place, the fountain of abundance has nothing to do with faith.

That means there is something else… … .

at that time.

‘for a moment.’

something hit my head

Come to think of it, wasn’t there a unique kind among Asar’s tombs?

I don’t know the details, but what Toth said in passing… … .

– Among the apostles, there is a fucking mirage-like guy.

The words that were said in a grumble.

– Are you looking for true faith? I mean, it makes me feel bad. I’m just in case, but if you get involved with him, don’t think about understanding it.

yes i said that

It has similar features to the Fountain of Plenty.

The tomb appears out of nowhere and then suddenly disappears.

If only there were ‘rules’.

To appear in a place related to religion and test one’s faith.

And mostly… … .

‘… … It destroys faith.’

It doesn’t matter if the Hekau are related to Asar or not.

What matters to him is ‘faith’.

It is also an absolute faith that is not shaken by anything else.

‘set.’

[Yes.]

‘Can you feel the traces of a tomb around here?’

[I’ll check it out.]

At my words, Set tilted his head and closed his eyes.

Then he frowned and concentrated for a while… … .

[…] … Oh no. Asar.]

After a while, he quietly clutched his forehead with a miserable expression.

It’s as if that was the answer.

“… … Hmm.”

I sat down and quietly looked at the Archbishop giggling in embarrassment.

“Why did you spread this elixir to the followers because of that mirage?”

“It was efficient. Even if it’s addictive, if it’s a heart toward God, it’s never wrong… … .”

“No fuck.”

I opened my mouth involuntarily at the miracle of dog noise coming out of my mouth like shit.

There was one more archbishop that the church could not destroy that day.

I listened to the staff.

But after a while, I took a deep breath and caught my breath.

‘No, bear it, the Walpurgis inside me… … This isn’t right.’

That’s right, you can’t dye the staff red anymore.

At this rate, in the near future, he will really follow in his father’s footsteps.

Can not be done.

Isn’t the wizard’s path I hope to be a very gentle one, one where words take precedence over fists?

Yes I am different from my father.

The path of a warrior I pursue is without violence… … .

“Stop it, Mikhail! stop!”

“what are you doing! what!”

“You mustn’t be dominated by the young master’s staff!”

… … hmm?

I lowered my head and looked down.

“crime… … Sohae… … Oh no… … Dear… … situation window… … Nava… … .”

The bloodied archbishop was shedding tears.

When I looked at the staff I was holding in my hand, the tip was stained red.

For some reason, Set defended himself.

[It’s okay. It was definitely worth hitting this time.]

“… … hmm.”

Well, non-violence or BE violence.

It’s only a letter or two difference.

no difference what