Magic Academy's Genius Blinker - Chapter 209

Chapter 209

Old Story (5)

After Melian’s disappearance, countless mages attempted to trace his whereabouts by detecting mana flow or tracking souls.

Their methods were not wrong.

However, they couldn’t match the ancient technology of Carmenset, and that was the problem.

Therefore, Baek Yu-seol’s proposal to reverse trace the dungeon was not exactly creative but quite groundbreaking.

Because this technique was only supposed to be developed five years into the future.

“How is this even possible…?”

No traces were left at the place where Melian vanished.

Not even traces of magic usage or Melian’s spirit. However, it was common sense that if a massive will called a ‘wish’ intervened, it wouldn’t leave no trace. It was just that they were unable to detect it.

‘I’m a little sorry for stealing the technology, but it can’t be helped.’

Baek Yu-seol nonchalantly commanded the Black Team of the Tower of the Full Moon. To be precise, it was more of a request than a command.

“From now on, we do not need the Spirit Rate. If possible, could we switch to the beta version? I need to adjust the wave.”

No matter how much the command authority had been passed to him, he was still a student, and his authority was temporarily given, so he was trying to be as polite as possible.

The Black Team did not refuse his request. At first, they couldn’t believe Baek Yu-seol’s words, but at this point, he was the only mage showing results.

They might have followed even if it was a command rather than a request.

“…It seems to be progressing smoothly.”

Haeseong Wol, the Tower Master of the Full Moon, was watching the scene from a distance without missing a moment.

‘An unusual child.’

Stella student Baek Yu-seol.

Stories about him had been consistently circulating since early this year.

Even excluding the minor stories that happened within the school, his actions so far were incredibly unique.

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Seeing him walk similar paths to the great mages who once left their mark in history, Haeseong Wol, as a mage, even felt a slight sense of respect. Soon, Baek Yu-seol would undoubtedly ascend to the ranks of Archmages like himself.

However…

That was separate from the fact that…

‘He’s too outstanding.’

It was bizarre.

In every incident, Baek Yu-seol always presented the correct answer. With Haeseong Wol’s fast information-gathering skills, he also knew well about the recent incident at Leviang’s Coast.
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‘The one who struck down the Pirate King Black Bellize with a single blow… was actually Baek Yu-seol.’

Indeed, it was true that legendary mages in history left behind great footsteps and departed.

But none showed an unrivaled path like Baek Yu-seol.

‘That child is like…

Following the countless streams of knowledge swirling in his mind, Haeseong Wol inadvertently thought of ‘some possibility’ and then came to his senses.

*…What am I thinking.’

Perhaps because he read too many fantasy magic novels as a child, he kept imagining impossible possibilities when faced with impossible tasks.

Thanks to that, he gained countless discoveries and insights, reaching his current position.

But still, this is not it. As Haeseong Wol shook his head, trying to erase the ridiculous possibility from his mind, a scream was heard.

“Uwaaahhh!!”

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“Found it, we found it!”

It wasn’t a scream, but a cheer.

“What? Really?”

“Already found it?”

At the site where Melian disappeared, mages from the Tower of the Full Moon, as well as mages from other affiliations, were gathered, and they all focused their attention.

‘What?’

The news surprised Haeseong Wol and even gave him chills. He thought he should ask something and slowly moved his steps, but someone passed by him first.

It was Zeliel.

“Ah…!”

She hurriedly ran to look at the bizarre machine Baek Yu-seol was operating and then collapsed on the floor.

Seeing a few bodyguards from Starcloud quickly approach and support her, Haeseong Wol decided to back off for a moment.

Determining the unknown source of the constant discomfort he felt from him could be postponed a little later.

A sense of loss.

Experiencing the loss of something familiar is not pleasant for anyone. Whether it’s a lover or family, who have always been with you, or a leg that allows you to walk freely, or an arm that makes daily life convenient.

Loss is present in our daily lives, and it’s something we can feel at any time.

So, the thrill of finding something lost is indescribable.

“Haa…”

On some mountaintop, above the clouds.

Silver Age November took a deep breath and opened his eyes. A silver light flickered in his gaze.
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“…Good.”

The sense of fulfillment from regaining a part of time after such a long time was beyond what clumsy human language could express.

“It’s finally visible now…”

If one were to compare this feeling to something human, it would be like regaining lost sight.

The future, with countless branches extending in all directions, was finally clear. Not a single small variable was missed.

And then.

“…Hmm?”

Silver Age November’s expression turned cold as something strange from the ‘future’ was detected.

“This is… ugh!”

Perhaps because he saw far too many futures without reclaiming the power of the past, a tremendous headache hit him. In a situation where the balance between the past, present, and future was not achieved, it was still difficult to exert his full abilities.

He hurriedly stood up and headed to the hut built on the clouds.

In the drawer of the hut, filled with the scent of wood, he found an old pair of magnifying glasses and put them on, attempting to look into the future again but…

“…Outside, who is it?”

A disturbing aura was detected outside the hut, preventing him from doing so. Silver Age November clasped his hands behind his back and slowly exited the hut.
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There, a human woman and a dwarf youth knelt and bowed their heads to Silver Age November.

At first glance, they seemed like an ordinary human and a dwarf, but they couldn’t fool Silver Age November’s eyes.

They were Dark Mages, and of the highest rank.

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“Coastalin’s last clan and a filthy cannibal tribe.”

Their names were Azmick Costalin and Calavin. It wasn’t a common sight for those who swore allegiance to the legendary Dark Mage Blackkingdon, who single-handedly destroyed the Valkamic Royal Family, to kneel before someone else.

But to them, the Twelve Divine Moons were an object of respect, so it was only natural. No, as Dark Mages, they revered the Twelve Divine Moons even more than mages.

They believed those who wielded the twelve elements were the ones who would lead them to salvation.

“How did you find this place?”

Silver Age November treated the Dark Mages before him with the same attitude as he did with Baek Yu-seol.

Azmick of the Coastalin clan slightly raised her head and spoke.

“While passing nearby, we sensed your presence and came here.”

Usually hiding his presence thoroughly, he couldn’t prevent it from leaking when absorbing the power of the ‘Divine Relic.’

It can’t be helped.

He expected someone to come. Fortunately, ‘Rudelik of the Tower of the New Moon’ hadn’t shown up.

“I see. The reason you were passing by here is… because of Baek Yu-seol, I suppose.”

Azmick and Calavin had once been assigned the task of hunting Baek Yu-seol but failed.

So did they hold a grudge?

No, that wasn’t it.

Rather… it was curiosity.

Everyone was focused on that boy, a mere first-year student at Stella with nothing special. From the Tower Master of the New Moon and the principal of Stella to even Blackkingdon.

And now, even the Twelve Divine Moons, Silver Age November, were watching that boy.

“I want to ask you.”

“Speak.”

“That boy… what exactly is his identity?”

Silver Age November burst into laughter.

“I can’t answer that.”

Azmick lowered her head.

She thought there was some secret she shouldn’t know, and that’s why there was no answer.

But it was the opposite.

‘I don’t know either.’

The Divine Moon closed his eyes and took a moment to glance at the future. Events to come stretched out in a panorama.

And in every moment of that future.

Baek Yu-seol existed.

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It was an unbelievable tale.

In the future, countless things would happen.

When a great catastrophe threatens the world’s safety, when a demon sealed in hell awakens and lifts an entire continent, when the long-hidden celestial realm reappears in the world, when the legendary relic submerged in the ocean emerges.

In every important incident and accident in the world, Baek Yu-seol was invariably involved.

‘Why does he go to such lengths?’

It was hard to comprehend how self-sacrificial he was. One would think that after living through countless times, he would have learned to give up by now.

Just like himself.

But he hadn’t learned to give up. Perhaps even if he had learned, he forgot it as soon as he began the next life.

“Divine Moon.”

“Speak.”

“…The request from that time is still valid. We are still waiting for you.”

The request from that time.

It happened over 50 years ago, so the memory was hazy. He hadn’t paid attention to it in the first place.

“Are you speaking of the request made by your leader?”

“Not the leader, but the Emperor.”

“Right. The Dark Mage Leader.”

Who else could dare to call the Dark Mage King such a base term?

Despite their king being insulted, the two Dark Mages bowed their heads.

“Convey this: Stop with the ridiculous talk. Your ‘paradise’ is a lie. I have no intention of aiding a misguided choice.”

Then.

“No.”

In a voice entirely different from before… Azmick spoke, exuding a chilling aura.

“You are wrong, and we are right. The ‘paradise’ that will save all life in this world was right there! How could you not notice it even when you were the closest to paradise?”

“Haha.”

Feeling like watching a child’s antics, Silver Age November simply laughed.

He knows it’s useless to explain.

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There’s nothing more foolish than arguing with a foolish person.

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“Go back.”

“…You will regret it. When the time comes, it will already be too late.”

As Azmick and Calavin vanished, Silver Age November trudged over and sat in front of the Go board.

This game of Go, which he had been playing with someone until just now… was left unfinished.

He picked up a stone.

Tuk!

He placed the white stone, then the black stone.

There is no Go game that does not end.

There are only unfinished games.

Then, he raised his head and quietly gazed into the void.

“This is…”

The aura of ‘time reversal,’ which only he in this universe could sense, was suddenly detected.

It didn’t take long to realize what was happening and because of whom.

The ‘Divine Relic of the Past,’ derived from himself, had gained will and was living hidden somewhere in the world… and it had begun its activities again.

The rewound clock spring… was about ten years. It wasn’t an old time.

“…That damned woman, she’s playing tricks again.”

Tuk!

He placed the white stone.

He could feel someone once again taking slow steps to meet their sad fate.

Unfortunately… there was nothing an old man with no power to interfere with time could do.

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All he could do was wait silently.

Tuk!

The old man silently played Go.

In the pavilion above the clouds, filled with silence, only the sound of Go stones clashing echoed.

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