Youngest Scion of the Mages - Chapter 79
The Youngest Son of the Magic Family Episode 79
Every minute and every second is precious. We need to look ahead for at least a few years. Larsen is Lydia. And then I headed to the ‘Hunter’s Grave’ with Mirang.
Two days passed like that.
Lydia seemed to have washed away the pain to some extent. At least on the outside. Although his life was burning brightly in his heart, on the outside he was even more cheerful.
“Is there anything delicious in the hunter’s tomb?”
Mirang’s ears perked up when he heard the words ‘delicious food.’ Then he spoke in a somewhat stern voice.
“The thing that tastes best is humans.”
Larsen shook his head.
“Don’t go anywhere and say things like that.”
“why?”
“Because the rulers of the world now are humans.”
Since ancient times, humans have made remarkable progress. In particular, humans belonging to the world’s three most famous families and their equivalent powers have a power that cannot be defeated even by the Geumho clan, who have been freed from ‘God’s restrictions’.
Mirang chuckled.
“Those people are not human. “They are deviant.”
“Irregular?”
“Those who deviate from the norm. But think about it, Larsen. “How many such irregulars exist in the world?”
At that moment, Larsen realized what he had been missing.
‘As a writer, I described the world from the main character’s point of view.’
The world the protagonist encounters. The world experienced by the protagonist. It goes without saying, but it is a world centered around protagonists. He was born in Seid, a famous swordsman, and the people he interacts with are all superhumans in the world. So, when you read a novel as a reader or writer, it seems that only superhumans exist in that world. Because the world shown in the work is exactly that.
Mirang snorted.
“Humans rule the world? So why can’t so many humans in unprotected areas live as rulers right now?”
“….”
After hearing it, it turned out to be true. According to Cha Seong-min, 70% of the world lives in unprotected areas.
“Among the humans living in the protected area, how many of them do you think would be able to kill me or shake me off if I decided to hunt them?”
Larsen doesn’t know for sure either. It can be said that it is rare among ordinary people.
“It would seem that it is not humans ruling the world, but a small number of deviant humans ruling the world. “Because they are too strong.”
“What you said is correct.”
Larsen wasn’t stubborn either. There was nothing wrong with Mirang’s words.
“I’m a human too, but I feel a little uncomfortable when people keep treating me like prey in front of humans.”
“why? “I didn’t say I was going to eat you.”
“anyway.”
Mirang frowned slightly as if he didn’t understand, but then nodded.
“But if your friend is uncomfortable, I can’t do that much.”
“thank you.”
I decided that if I wanted to go around with Mirang, it would be better to stop her from joining. Because it may cause trouble here and there for no reason.
Lydia, who was waiting for an opportunity, asked again. Lydia said with an exaggerated laugh, as if she didn’t feel sad.
“So, is there anything delicious there?”
“doesn’t exist.”
“Then what do you have?”
“Capacity potion.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a special potion that increases the limit of the circle.”
“I’ve never heard of anything like that.”
It hasn’t been released yet at this point. However, a strategy was later discovered by an explorer. It is now an almost abandoned place, but later in the novel, it is transformed into a famous place visited by many people. This is a place where ‘capacity potions’ are continuously given as long as certain conditions are met.
Seven days have passed since the unfortunate incident occurred in Hailan. Larsen and his party arrived at the ‘Hunter’s Grave’. It was an abandoned cemetery in a wasteland.
Mirang frowned and held his nose.
“It’s a place that hasn’t been maintained at all. “I come up from the end of the earth, a rotting corpse.”
It was a smell that Larsen and Lydia could not detect.
Caw! Caw!
Crows were flying in the sky.
There were quite a few graves, many of which had been dug up.
Big and small stones were scattered here and there, and lifeless weeds were growing up to waist height.
Lydia was right next to Larsen.
“I think I’m going to see a ghost.”
Larsen activated his Cheonan and looked around. There was nothing special about it. Abandoned cemetery. Just about that much. Cheonan interpreted various information and conveyed it to Larsen.
[Sculpture of Hwagwangseok]
[Monuments made of Hwagwangseok.]
There were a lot of stones called ‘Hwagwangseok’ here, and it seems that these stones were used to make tombstones, tomb fences, and sculptures.
Even those are all shattered and scattered all over the place now.
Cheonan continued to provide information.
[‘Firestone’ is a mineral that ancient humans used to make fire. When stone rubs against stone, sparks fly and a flame is formed. However, with the development of flame-type magic and elemental magic, fire ore was relegated to a product of a forgotten civilization.]
Lydia asked.
“Where is the capacity potion?”
“I’ll have to look for that.”
Some more time passed.
“I don’t have any capacity potions?”
“There will be.”
More time passed.
“There is no capacity potion!”
“there is.”
Time continued to pass. It was already evening.
As the sun set, a fairly cold wind blew. Even though it was just a little bit, I felt like I was rotten.
“Larsen. I’m scared. “What if a ghost comes out?”
“It’s too late, so let’s sleep here today.”
“You’re sleeping here? why! I don’t like it here. “Why are you sleeping in the grave?”
“That’s how you can get the capacity potion.”
“….”
Lydia hesitated for a while and finally asked.
“Is the capacity potion delicious?”
“I don’t know.”
“If it doesn’t taste good, Larsen will blame you.”
The sun has completely set. The daily temperature difference was large and it was quite cold. Lydia, who had an exaggeratedly bright appearance, sometimes lost herself in thought, then came back to her senses and smiled, but she seemed to maintain her composure as much as possible.
Lydia asked.
“Larsen. “Can’t we light a fire?”
“no.”
“why?”
“Dangerous. “If you light the wrong fire, this place might explode.”
I have never created a detailed setting for ‘fire ore’, but I have included a setting for ‘you must wait without starting a fire’.
With that setting, it seemed like this world had placed a mineral with a special setting called ‘firestone’ here.
‘It’s almost 12 o’clock.’
It was 00:00 in the morning. The point where the end and beginning of the day meet. At that time, Larsen felt a damp wind. The wind continued to blow. Wind with a certain direction and strength.
‘Unnatural wind.’
It is an artificially created wind. The wind continued to blow. Mirang, who was sitting on the floor, got up and placed his palms on the ground.
“Can you feel the vibration?”
“I know.”
There is vibration. Something is approaching from afar. The surroundings have become quite dark.
Mirang said.
“The tree is walking.”
The size was close to 10 meters. A walking tree. Those trees are called ‘tree people’.
An entity with much harder skin and strength than humans. They are an organism that can survive on water and sunlight without any food, and can even live as trees when they want.
“Neither of you react.”
Wood people are usually gentle. However, once they get angry, they are also a people who have to destroy their surroundings to relieve their anger. This ‘Hunter’s Grave’ was set up by Cha Seong-min, and Larsen knows the strategy best.
The tree came right in front of us.
“You have a guest tonight. “For some reason, my body felt itchy.”
After spending more than 6 hours in the ‘Hunter’s Grave’, this wooden species appears at 00:00 in the morning. Of course, if you don’t start a ‘fire’.
“Humans would have felt cold at this temperature. Why didn’t you start a fire? “Aren’t humans a race that loves fire?”
“I hate fire because I got burned as a child.”
Larsen lied naturally, and it elicited deep sympathy from the Woodmen.
“oh. Even among humans, there is someone who knows the fear of fire.”
“Because fire is an overly scary civilization.”
“yes. yes. “Humans use that scary fire without any thought?”
The wood race is powerful. health. Although they were huge, they were also a race that was very afraid of fire. The wood race is a race that gets scared and runs away at the mere sight of a match flame.
“You’re a pretty good guy.”
The wooden servant sat on the floor.
thud!
There was a sound. The amazing thing is that his hands and feet were deeply rooted into the ground. I had no idea how deep it had gone.
“I have been guarding this abandoned tomb for a long time.”
“why?”
“well? I don’t know either?”
“Since when?”
“As per my ancestors. They said my mother and grandmother guarded this place. It’s probably about 3,000 years old. But why are you protecting it? hmm.”
He thought for a while. It seemed like nutrients were being sucked out of the ground. Slurp slurp. My rooted arms and legs trembled.
“ah. I finally remembered. “I’m waiting for something here.”
“What is that?”
“It’s a bone. bone. that’s right. “I was waiting for the bones.”
At that moment, Cheonan was activated.
[The Sudra, a wood-human race, were born with the mission of being a gravedigger who guards the ‘hunter’s grave.’ The gravedigger wanted to find the hunter’s rib.]
The name of that tree race is Shudra. This was also the content set by Cha Seong-min.
“Won’t you bring me the hunter’s rib?”
“Well, it’s not that difficult.”
Afterwards, numerous people use the same method to obtain ‘capacity potions’ from Shudra.
“Where are the ribs?”
“excuse me. I’ll guide you. “The smell of fire was so bad that I couldn’t dig it out.”
The Shudra walked ahead. Looking at the 10-meter-tall wooden giant walking, I felt a bit intimidated.
Even Mirang, a member of the Geumho clan, was so surprised that he flinched.
“This is the grave. “Here’s the rib I’m looking for.”
Larsen nodded. I took out a shovel from subspace. Without delay, he immediately began digging up the grave.
“Larsen. “Will Lydia help me?”
“no. are you okay.”
This tomb work must be carried out alone. Only then will the Sudra take out the capacity potion. After digging into the grave for a while, a coffin was found. Larsen brushed off the dust on the coffin with his hand and lifted the coffin lid.
‘Skull.’
I saw a skeleton. Judging from the skeleton, it was not human. It was the bone of a werewolf tribe, also famous as a clan of hunters. Larsen pulled out a rib without hesitation.
“ruler. this.”
A hand covered in leaves moved and took a rib from Larsen.
“I finally got this!”
Blue energy began to gather in the Shudra’s mouth. It looks like something is being vomited from within.
Wow!
I felt nauseous once.
He vomited out a glass bottle full of blue liquid.
“ruler. “This is my gift.”
Larsen took the vial. When I examined it with Cheonan, it was clear that it was a ‘dose potion’. Up to this point, I have obtained everything I wanted and as Cha Seong-min arranged. If it had gone as it was, it would have been right to end it here. Afterwards, many people who appeared in the novel also ended like this.
‘No matter how much I think about it, it’s strange.’
As a writer, I thoughtlessly assumed that this special arrangement existed. But is that really the end?
Sudras are clearly intelligent creatures. But why do you blindly want to get ribs and why do you gift a capacity potion when you get ribs?
‘Cha Seong-min made this arrangement arbitrarily.’
Because the protagonist is going to get it anyway. As long as you obtain it, the remaining probabilities themselves are not very important. That was true for writer Cha Seong-min.
‘But the world doesn’t tolerate that.’
How can there be a wooden race that creates an infinite amount of ‘capacity potions’? If the wood race had such abilities, humans would have captured all the wood races and turned them into livestock to produce potions.
‘Something is hidden.’
This simply won’t be the end. Larsen continued activating his Cheonan, looking at his surroundings again and again. There must be something missing.
Then Larsen was able to find it. There was small writing engraved on the skull. Very small writing that cannot be seen unless you look closely.
The writing was in Korean.