<div> A violent storm began to blow across the golden desert. The sand and gold dust that had formed the hills were scattered in all directions.
 The huge wind continued to spread out, carrying sand and swallowing everything. The one who had caused the sudden storm in the quiet desert, Geomseong, clicked his tongue as he looked at the sword in his hand.
 “Tsk, dirty.”
 The demon Michael did not resist at all.
 There was no will to live or despair about death in that dirty face. He simply burned his life to catch Geomseong’s feet. He built dozens of layers of defense and strengthened those defenses with spells.
 Geomseong was so disgusting.
 Efficiency, rationality, reason.
 It was an unbelievable calmness for a living being facing death.
 ‘That’s not life.’
 A living being should know how to put everything down and struggle in the face of death. Justice and righteousness are only meaningful to those who survive. However, the demons did not do that.
 Can something that does not fear death be called a living being? They have flesh and bones, blood, and thoughts, but Geomseong did not recognize them as life.
 That is why Geomseong hated the demons from the bottom of his heart. To him, the attitude Michael showed in the face of death today was the worst.
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 </div> An expression and attitude that did not even try to survive, one that did not have a shred of regret for surviving.
 Geomseong was furious at Michael’s attitude.
 That is why he put more strength into his blade than usual.
 “.......”
 The result was the huge storm that was unfolding before Geomseong’s eyes. Geomseong sighed softly as he watched the sandstorm that even he did not know when it would end and how big it would grow.
 The sword he was holding tightly with both hands, the blade was completely gone and the guard under the blade was melting.
 The blade had vaporized due to the frictional heat from swinging the sword dozens of times faster than the speed of sound.
 The sword master threw the handle of the useless sword on the floor.
 My head felt like it was going to burst. My eyes, which had been pitch black, soon began to regain various colors.
 As my lost senses returned, the pain in my hands and feet became clearer.
 I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing properly.
 ... ... Or rather, was I alive?
 “You’re sleeping well.”
 “Huh...!”
 As if a storm was raging, a huge amount of air suddenly rushed into my lungs. My ribs creaked. My hands and feet, which had been engulfed in pain, now began to sense the icy cold.
 “This foul smell vibrates everywhere.”
 Dajin’s voice, filled with arsenic, pierces my tinnitus-filled ears and rings in my head.
 I’m dizzy. I feel like I’m going to vomit. In the midst of all this, if there’s one positive thing, it’s that I’m still alive.
 “The heat and wind of the explosion must have been blocked by my protection. I can’t even imagine how fragile my body is.”
 The brown ground is faintly visible. It was strange. Just a moment ago, I felt like I was in a dense mountain, but all I could see were piles of dirt and rocks.
 I slowly turned my head and looked around with my dim vision.
 The dense bushes had disappeared without a trace. The huge old trees and the burning leaves had all evaporated.
 “......Huh?”
 Instead, a huge hole opened up in front of my eyes, big enough to fit a whole mountain. It was like looking down from the audience seats of the Colosseum.
 “.......”
 Maltiel stood in the center of the Colosseum. His dark skin, bloodshot eyes, and dirty long nails were easy to recognize even with unfocused eyes.
 Next to me was Dajin, a deer made of blue lightning. This damn deer bastard had come out of my body without me even taking out my staff.
 ... ... I think I saved my life thanks to that.
 Maltiel looked up at us with a look that seemed to be bothered by Dajin, who was wrapping me in warm lightning.
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 It was clear that Dajin had been protecting me while I was unconscious.
 “Don’t look at me so fiercely. I won’t do anything.”
 Dajin said this while leisurely looking down at Maltiel, who was looking at me from below the pit.
 “You seem too scared. They say that demons have eyes that can roughly gauge the opponent’s magical power. With those eyes, you should be able to tell that I’m not the main body.”
 “...... Certainly, the magical power of a 7th circle magician. However, magical power is not everything. I’ve seen so many magicians who create magic with a small amount of magical power.”
 Maltiel knew full well that Dajin was a clone, and that he was incomparably weaker than his main body. Nevertheless, he was wary of this transcendent being who was guarding me.
 No matter how weak he was, Dajin’s essence was a spirit, the source of magic. There was a fundamental gap that could not be filled just by decreasing his magical power.
 “In short, you’re saying that you have no confidence. How sad. Those who are born with ambiguous talents tend to have lukewarm goals.”
 Dajin looked at Maltiel and sighed as if he was truly bored.
 “You guys need to be a little more reckless and stupid.”
 Dajin said, gently stroking my head with warm lightning.
 ... ... I’m so out of it right now that I can’t tell, but did this kid just call me stupid?
 “You’re crazy, you’re crazy.”
 Dajin turned his hoof and looked at me, as if he was annoyed.
 “I guess I’ll just watch.”
 “......What?”
 I’m just coming to my senses, so what’s this kid talking about?
 “You have to help me, what are you watching.......”
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 </div> “If you and I join forces, that overlord will be destroyed in an instant. What fun would that be? Since ancient times, isn’t fighting fun when it’s risky? Just be grateful that I saved your life.”
 His tone was arrogant and cocky, as if he held all things and principles of the world in the palm of his hand.
 My expression crumpled as I thought I really wanted to tear off this arrogant deer’s horns.
 “Don’t look at me like that, I’ll cheer you on.”
 With those words, the lightning that made up the damn deer’s body began to disperse into the air. At the same time, tiny particles flowed out of my right hand and clumped together.
 Immediately, a small staff was held in my hand, and the scattered lightning was instantly sucked into the staff.
 “......You ridiculous brat.”
 I slammed the staff in my hand onto the floor in a fit of anger. However, the staff seemed unable to escape from me, and in an instant, it transformed into tiny particles and pierced through the skin of my right hand.
 “Sseupp, haa.”
 To shake off the surging irritation, I took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.
 ‘Let’s calmly assess the situation, Dajin has already made up his mind. ‘No matter how much I annoy this deer cub, nothing will change.’
 With one deep breath, my heated head cooled down in an instant.
 I can’t say it enough. It was the right thing to be born a vagabond in order to gain the [Calm] trait.
 The sky was filled with dark clouds. It must have been sunny before I lost consciousness.
 ‘Isn’t this strange?’
 A sudden explosion occurred in that dense mountain. The surrounding air heated up and all the moisture in the bushes evaporated. The enormous aftershock must have also rushed to the center of the explosion, and it might not be so strange that the rising air currents that occurred during that process caused dark clouds.
 ‘... ... The weather helps me out.’
 Dark clouds are the best friends of those who handle lightning. I can feel the lightning that will become my sword and shield colliding and gnawing at each other behind those pitch-black clouds, shouting for me to use them.
 “General!”
 At that moment, a loud voice rang out from behind the pit. I lowered my head to find a familiar voice.
 Not far from Malthael, Rex was there. Judging from his awkward posture, his physical condition seemed to be abnormal.
 Rex’s life or death was confirmed.
 ... ... What happened to the other soldiers, including Alter?
 “.......”
 A belated question began to shake my head, which was barely regaining its composure.
 Alter was dead.
 ‘No, no. That’s Alter Heindel. Alter Heindel, who is considered the most outstanding of all the current lightning magicians.’
 Except for about three magicians from other schools who had reached the 9th circle, he was considered the strongest of all magicians.
 ‘What are the chances that he survived that explosion?’
 The vast land before my eyes answered my question.
 A huge pit with a radius of over 30 kilometers. Nothing else remained.
 ‘No matter how positively you look at it, seeing Alter alive is not a prediction, but a matter of prayer.’
 The moments I spent with Alter over the past three months flashed through my mind.
 ‘... ... Is he really dead?’
Foll𝑜w current novℯls on ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm. Inside the rattling carriage, the moment he first taught me how to use the Grimoire came to mind first.
 That moment when his eyes, filled with doubt, changed to joy and anticipation... ... .
 “I’m reporting the damage to this strike force, aaaahhh!”
 A loud cry came from my head as complex emotions began to spread like fog.
 I lifted my head, which had been looking down at the floor for some time.
 At the end of my vision, an orc, Rex, stood with his legs inconvenient.
 “The fate of all the strike team members except the general and me is unknown! There is a high possibility that they were all killed by the explosion!”
 Rex told me the current situation. There was not a single hint of sympathy or anxiety in his expression.
 It was strange.
 How could he stand so bravely?
 “One, death is not yet confirmed! Don’t forget how great a wizard Alter is! Whether he is alive or dead is ‘unconfirmed’! I’ll say it again! Whether he is alive or dead is ‘unconfirmed’!”
 He didn’t offer any lame words of comfort. He didn’t fool me with stupid lies like ‘Alter must be alive’.
 He just reminded me of the situation unfolding before his eyes.
 “......That’s right.”
 That was enough.
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 Am I in a position to worry about Alter’s safety right now?
 He must have dealt well with Malthael’s explosion in his own way. Wasn’t he the one who started # Nоvеlight # the battle, leaving me, who was still unconscious, to be bait against the Overlord?
 That brilliant mind and deep experience... ... And those red burning eyes were definitely not those of someone who would die today.
 “So focus, General! Malthael is standing before our eyes right now!”
 Let’s believe.
 Nothing has been resolved yet.
 Malthael is alive right before my eyes, and he can spread his wings and fly away whenever he wants.
 So let’s trust that Alter is a great wizard who can survive a sudden explosion, and let’s not think about anything else.
 “Let’s go.”
 I slowly stepped down the steep slope.
 The cumulonimbus clouds let out a loud thunderclap as if they had been waiting for this moment.

Chapter 92

A violent storm began to blow across the golden desert. The sand and gold dust that had formed the hills were scattered in all directions. The huge wind continued to spread out, carrying sand and swallowing everything. The one who had caused the sudden storm in the quiet desert, Geomseong, clicked his tongue as he looked at the sword in his hand. “Tsk, dirty.” The demon Michael did not resist at all. There was no will to live or despair about death in that dirty face. He simply burned his life...

I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game

Chapter 92

I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game - Chapter 92