Archmage Transcending Through Regression - Chapter 244

The great mage who transcends by returning – Episode 244

– I am a wolf who rebels against the system of this society… … .

“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!”

The scholar who had been flamboyantly insisting on the sage’s lies just a moment ago let out a desperate scream and foamed at the mouth.

The filth of the past… … .

It seems that this scholar had a grand ambition to destroy the wrong system of the past society.

“Wow, like that… … .”

“It’s too much, really.”

A scholar who suffered from the ugliness of the past while rolling on the ground.

But like a leader, he doesn’t just give up.

He somehow came to his senses and staggered to his feet.

“Now keep your promise! To prove the existence of the library… … !”

“Don’t worry about it. There are certain things that I have come to realize.”

“Really?!”

At that, I confidently nodded my head.

“X didn’t matter either.”

“Hey you bastard!”

The cry of a scholar who showed dark history echoed in the square.

Okay.

I’m generous, so I can easily accept these words.

“Hmm, I guess I need to do it a few more times. So then… … .”

“Wait a minute! What are you talking about!”

“Aren’t you the only one who doubted the library’s existence?”

“That, by the way… … .”

I looked ahead quietly.

Every time I looked at them, the semi-sage faction’s scholars flinched.

She desperately turns her head away from me with eyes in fear of what might happen.

“I never said it was over with this once, guys!”

“Sophistry!”

“Sophistry! In the first place, I never said that I would succeed in one shot, and it is also true that it proves existence?”

I’m proving the existence of a real library.

Since then, I’ve even seen the library myself.

I grabbed the arm of one of the scholars who shook my head desperately and dragged it toward the ‘Dark History Regenerator’.

“Why are you dragging me!”

“The development of history is always made at the expense of pioneers. Therefore, please sacrifice your dignity for the development of history.”

The scholar tried to escape somehow by struggling under the conviction that he could not lose his dignity.

But it’s meaningless.

I am a person who is willing to choose the former if given a choice between my own dignity and the dignity of others.

[…] … Wow, really.]

I resolutely put the hand of the scholar I had dragged along to the ‘Dark History Regenerator’.

It’s not that I’m mad at these people for swearing at Twilight at all.

Being a warrior isn’t such an emotional job.

“Keeeeek!”

Another scholar lost his dignity with a desperate scream.

A phantasmagoric reenactment of the dark history unfolding in front of everyone’s eyes.

– He’s running naked down the street!

– Ooh let us do what we can’t do! Tremble at that point!

“Aaaaaaagh!”

What a cruel sight.

Alas, this sacrifice will never be in vain.

I thought so and analyzed the working principle of the dark history regenerator.

“Wow, the devil… … .”

“That’s called a warrior.”

I could hear Ryan and Eileen talking behind me, but it’s okay.

Because one day, the day will come when these two will understand my grand intention.

Anyway.

‘… … Is that so?’

By the time I played roughly four dark histories in real time, I was finally able to come to a conclusion.

“I realized, everyone.”

“I bought it!”

“My dignity has been preserved!”

The remaining scholars cried out in tears.

It’s like soldiers escaping from a life crisis.

After a while the real scholars shouted.

“Then prove it! I don’t know who you are, but I have to keep what you said!”

“Hmm, for now… … .”

I laughed at the scholars looking at me with anticipation.

“There was no X.”

“… … .”

An indescribable silence fell between me and the scholars.

Even the butler who was listening quietly next to me looked at me with an expression saying, “What kind of idiot is this?”

“Boss, that’s not it. What if there is no X? Still, a promise is a promise… … .”

“Right!”

Scholars shouted when they came to a consensus.

Perhaps because their expectations were betrayed, they were glaring at me with unfair eyes.

“You have nothing to say about the dignity of people? How could you do such an outrageous thing… … !”

“What is that again?”

I looked at the scholar and said.

“When did I say I couldn’t prove existence? I mean, there’s nothing special about that ‘entrance’.”

“… … what?”

It wasn’t just the scholars of the semi-sage sect who reacted to those words.

Scholars from other plazas who had challenged the ‘entrance’ so far also widened their eyes.

The words that just came out of my mouth must have been shocking to that extent.

“There’s nothing wrong with that… … what?”

“It’s up to you to think.”

After answering that, I saw the ‘Dark History Regenerator’, which remained pitch black as if absorbing all light.

I think I know what type it is.

A jet-black jewel with no light.

‘The black stone of dreams.’

Thoth once showed it to me.

Dream Ore is not a naturally occurring ore.

A type of magic tool made through his own ‘processing method’.

In other words, it is correct that Thoth was involved.

but.

‘Thoth didn’t make it himself.’

Like it or not, I’ve seen Thoth myself, and I’ve seen him work this kind of ore firsthand.

It is true that the person who processed this ore also has excellent skills.

However, it is less than Tote.

“This is not an entrance. It is nothing more than a ‘doorbell’ that informs the being inside that there is a person outside. And it’s not even a matter of passing or not.”

Yes.

This ‘dream black stone’ was what he used as a doorbell.

There is no room for doubt at the point of confirming his identity.

According to my guess, the ‘dark history’ that has been reproduced so far has definitely rang the bell.

But it didn’t open.

If so, what is the reason?

‘He has no intention of leaving.’

No, this wouldn’t have been the ordeal that Asar had planned in the first place.

It must have been just something Tot added because he was bored… … .

I imagined it.

Thoth was leisurely scratching his stomach inside the tomb after making this fucking passage and making it look like a door.

Damn you anyway.

It’s not that there isn’t a ‘door’ through which you can properly go through the ordeal. I just didn’t expose it.

“That can’t be… … !”

At my words, the scholars screamed with their faces contorted.

It’s a natural reaction.

What I meant now was to say that the struggles they have been doing so far are ‘meaningless’.

“Can you prove that in the first place?! In the absence of anything… … .”

“As I said earlier.”

I grabbed the staff with both hands and aimed it at the Black Stone of Dreams.

Yes, it’s clear that this is nothing more than a Thoth trick.

However, is there no way?

no it can’t be

huh

Without hesitation, I raised the arm holding the staff high into the sky with all my might.

“I wouldn’t have made such an offer in the first place if I couldn’t prove it.”

Quaang!

knocked it down

At the same time, the ‘crack’ that had been hidden in front of my eyes was revealed.

* * *

A library with no end in sight.

There were all sorts of books there.

The line at the library was very long.

It’s hard to even imagine how far it goes.

and there

“… … Hmm.”

There was a boy who was immersed in indolence, buried in countless books.

“It seems that there are only retards out there. I can’t even solve something as simple as that… … .”

Well, it’s only thanks to those ‘retards’ that I can lead such a leisurely life.

‘I didn’t cheat.’

Thoth did not lie in the slightest.

There is definitely a ‘front door’ to the tomb. I just induced attention to the ‘doorbell’ made in the plaza with a lot of attention.

If it’s a doorbell, it’s annoying to ring it, but there’s no need to force yourself out and deal with them.

furthermore.

‘It’s fun to see the memories coming in like that.’

really not boring

Human ugliness is all about different patterns.

It would be embarrassing from one’s own point of view, but from a third person’s point of view, there is no skit that is as fun as that.

“… … Tsk.”

Thoth, who had been smiling so badly, suddenly changed his expression and clicked his tongue briefly.

At the end of her gaze was a book.

The so-called ‘Record of Thoth’.

There are two types of records.

The replicas scattered outside and the originals you own.

… … No, there is one more record if you have to relate to it, but that is not important.

What’s important is… … .

“The interpretation took quite a while.”

Quite a while ago.

In this record, there was a part where things that he did not know were written in every corner.

I don’t know what it was written for or why it’s like this.

And that was never to my liking.

It hurt my pride to see something in my records that I didn’t know.

So for a long time, I bought myself time by using useless tricks like that.

and today.

“Hmm… … .”

He finally succeeded in deciphering the unknown contents of the record to some extent.

I don’t know if it was Asar’s arrangement or what, but whatever.

“Mikhail Walpurgisra.”

Thoth frowned as he spoke the ‘words’ written on his record.

I don’t know the name Mikhail.

However, this surname Walpurgis was a little familiar.

Quite a few years have passed, but there are still things to remember.

Then, why does the word ‘Walpurgis’ appear in his records?

don’t know that yet

It will take a little more time.

when i thought so

thud!

“… … ?!”

The ‘extreme’ bell rang to the extent that it could not be compared to before.

Thoth grimaced and slowly rose from the pile of buried books.

Until now, when the bell rings like this, the ugliness of the ‘challengers’ outside has always been revealed.

I used to watch it without any hesitation.

‘… … what?’

In this case, something is different.

What you see now… … .

It’s not like ugliness.

“her.”

A ferocious smile spread across Toth’s lips as he confirmed it.

I don’t know how long it will take to smile like this… … .

“Mikhail Walpurgis.”

Coincidentally, the word interpreted in the recent log was just seen in ‘Challenger’.

This challenger is something different.

“You’re trying to infiltrate in reverse instead of just pulling out and leaving your memories?”

It’s not even a proper passage here.

However, he ignores even that and tries to intervene by simply taking advantage of the fact that he is connected to himself.

be impertinent.

But at the same time… … .

“Funny.”

Curiosity was also aroused.

The opponent may not be an idiot.

It’s as if what you’re seeing right now is seeing through to yourself… … .

“Looking through, seeing through… … .”

Naturally, the attention is focused on the contents of the records recently interpreted.

“If it weren’t for his arrangement, maybe… … .”

A hypothetical assumption pops into my head.

But for some reason, rather than laugh out loud, I’m intrigued. After a long time, my body started to feel energized.

then.

“Shall we prepare?” Naturally

, with a mischievous laugh,

my footsteps became busy.

* * *

“… … hmm.”

I fell into a different feeling as I walked through the completely ruptured space.

Before returning, I would not have dared to think of finding such a path.

Even if he had knowledge similar to what he has now, this would have been impossible without an understanding of the existence of ‘Thoth’.

but i can

‘Regression’ and ‘Thoth’s understanding’.

The two make things possible that would otherwise be impossible.

Of course, I’m not completely aware of the existence of Thoth.

But you know what you need.

Perhaps the Thoth I will meet now may be out of my expectation.

If so… … .

“set.”

[…] … Um?]

“Didn’t you just say that you could hear ‘unwanted information’ from your meeting with Tot?”

[…] … It was like that.]

Set nodded with a slightly sullen expression.

I said to that guy

“The same goes for me.”

[Uh huh? What do you mean?]

“There is such a thing.”

As I walked towards Thoth, I remembered something about him.

He’s always been a formidable opponent.

There is a possibility that several facts may be overlooked.

for example.

‘… … Something about regression.’

Whatever the case may be, Thoth is by no means easygoing.

maybe today

I may be the first to confide that I am a regressor.