I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game-Chapter 40

Genius.

A word commonly used to refer to someone with exceptional talent in a particular field.

Until just a month ago, the term ‘genius of lightning magic’ was used by those involved to refer to a young elf named Lir.

The genius magician, who reached the 4th circle at the age of only nineteen, had a reputation from a very young age.

She practiced and refined her basic skills every day under the excellent teacher Alter Heindel, and her passion was so strong that she would stay up all night studying.

Therefore, it was a given that she would become a high-ranking magician of the 7th circle or higher in no time.

The elders of the lightning school who had been excited about the appearance of a 9th circle lightning magician who had not appeared in 200 years flashed through Lir’s mind.

‘It’s funny to think about now.’

Maybe it’s because of their racial characteristics, but in the history of magic, only three elven wizards have reached the 9th circle.

Two in the Atmosphere School, one in the Flame School.

Until he was led by his master to meet the elders of the School Exchange for the first time, Lir truly thought he was a wizard on the same level as the three geniuses in history.

However, that arrogance was shattered in an instant when he met and talked with the elders of the Lightning School Exchange.

The elf’s unique senses caught the anxiety behind the old men’s fuss.

‘... ...Why was he born with such talent, an elf?’

‘If he had been born a human, he would have truly aimed for the 9th circle.’

‘If only that talent had been given to another child.’

They looked at Lir as if he had been a thief who had stolen someone’s talent.

The extreme of extremes.

The 9th Circle, the pinnacle of magic.

A genius among geniuses that only a few people can produce in a century.

Such outstanding figures were always human.

For some unknown reason, no matter how talented the elven wizards were, their growth stopped at the 8th Circle.

Some scholars simply explained that it was because ‘humans have more creativity’, and some scholars explained that it was because ‘humans receive a little more love from the spirits.’

However, none of these were accepted as established theories.

This was because no matter what theory was applied, it did not make sense.

It was a well-known fact that an elf who lived for thousands of years would learn much more and experience many different things than a human whose lifespan did not even exceed 100 years.

And the most important thing for a wizard was to accumulate knowledge and think a lot.

Where on earth could a resource as valuable as ‘time’ be for such wizards?

However, in the long history of elves, only three wizards have reached the 9th circle. And it is generally accepted among current scholars that those beings are fictional figures.

A strange phenomenon that can only be explained as a natural limitation. A strange curse whose cause cannot be identified.

‘... ... What the heck, there is no reason why elves cannot reach the 9th circle.’

The reason why elves cannot reach the 9th circle was not clearly explained in any book in this world.

‘There is no reason, so why does everyone think it is impossible?’

Idiots.

Lir cursed the old men who looked at him pitifully in his heart.

After all, there are countless cases of failures of promising players who failed to reach the 9th circle?

Past failures cannot be evidence that guarantees future failures.

Just because no one else had succeeded before, it was nothing more than a loser's mindset to assume that she would fail.

Lir devoted herself to training with a vengeance.

There was no reason in the world for her not to reach the 9th circle, but she wanted to crush the pride of the elders of the Lightning School who looked at her pitifully just because she was an elf.

From that day on, she completely cut off all contact with fellow trainees from the same magic tower. She no longer needed friends or colleagues in her life.

... ... This was when Lir was six years old.

Focusing on training and studying every day, she reached the level of a 4th circle magician at the youngest age in elven history.

However, before she could even pop the champagne for that great achievement, news of a genius rang in her ears.

‘The appearance of a genius lightning magician who stood on equal footing with the Great Monarch at the age of sixteen or seventeen.’

‘A genius with magical powers at the level of the Fourth Circle despite never having studied properly.’

‘The youngest person to be included in the Sword Master Party, a promising prospect who could save the entire continent.’

The race of that genius was, of course, human.

Her inferiority complex began to torment her.

It was as if her stomach was turning when she heard that some human had achieved the achievements she had achieved by working tirelessly and dying.

The difference in talent that she felt so desperately made her stomach boil, and all the time she had devoted herself to studying and training felt like trash.

Rir arrogantly assumed that the protagonist of the rumor must be an unlucky person, an arrogant person who took everything he had for granted.

... ... No, rather than saying that she had assumed, it might be more correct to say that she had hoped for it.

If a human born with incomparable talent didn’t have even that much of a flaw, she felt like she wouldn’t be able to endure it.

‘He’d definitely be a worthless human.’

She got on the carriage with her teacher to see the face of that genius.

‘... ... He’d have a pitiful face. I’m sure he would.’

Honestly, she was afraid. She was afraid that her hopes would go astray, that she, who had been running forward for the past dozen years, would completely collapse.

... ... And her hopes went astray.

“My name is Bin.”

She could tell at a glance that the boy in front of her was a good person. The elf’s uniquely sensitive senses told her this.

The straight eyes that looked straight at her, the calm and warm voice, even the slightest gestures and footsteps that seemed considerate.

“... ... .”

However, there was no room for the world of the ‘genius wizard of the Lightning School’ to collapse.

The boy in the rumor happily took her hand, and when he heard that she was an elf, he smiled brightly as if he was excited.

It was the first time.

Most of the ordinary humans who saw her pointy ears would look at her with a look that said, “You are a rude race,” no matter how kindly she spoke to them.

The elders of the school would look at her with pitiful eyes as if her pointy ears were some kind of brand.

However, this boy was genuinely delighted... ... no, happy when he saw her pointy ears.

He could tell with his elf-specific, delicate observation skills that her smile was not fake.

The boy was not disappointed that Lir was an elf wizard.

In fact, he seemed even happier because he was an elf wizard.

It didn’t matter why the boy greeted her so brightly.

She had met the first person, other than her teacher Alter, who wasn’t disappointed that she was an elf wizard.

... ... No, it might have been the first time, even including Alter, that someone had been happy to know that she was an elf.

The boy in the rumor was completely different from what she had hoped for.

Contrary to Lir’s wishes, the boy was a thoughtful person who did not confine others to the frame of ‘race’, was polite, and smiled brightly at her... ... That kind of person.

The boy was even willing to help her. He told her that ‘it is polite to make eye contact when talking’ when she had difficulty dealing with people and did not make eye contact, and he even gave her a push on the back when she hesitated and could not apologize.

The boy had talent that the entire Demon Army feared, but rather than being proud, he felt burdened by hearing that he was a ‘genius who would save humanity.’ Although he did not show it, Lir could sense the worry in the boy’s eyes.

He seemed to sense every day how heavy the burden on his shoulders was.

“... ... Still, I saw the location with my eyes!”

The reason why Lir could not sit there in tears like that day when she almost died from Tauros’ spear, even after experiencing the venom graze her robe, was very simple.

She did not want to be a burden to someone as great as the boy.

She did not want to fall behind. It may have been an excessive wish, but if possible, she wanted to walk with him as far as possible. And if there was a chance, she wanted to share even a little of the great burden he was carrying on his back.

That desire was so strong that it far surpassed the fear of death.

To her, the fear of death was more frightening than the future self sitting here and only looking at the boy’s back.

The fact that she might not be able to share in the glory of the boy who would save the world one day, let alone applaud him, was so terrifying.

That was why Lir’s legs did not tremble.

How can a wizard who can't even do his job in a place like this reach the 9th Circle, and how can he guard the promising candidate who will save the world?

"Lightning."

The lightning that stretched out from her staff struck the floor in a straight and correct line, just like her mindset.

A bizarre mass of flesh with countless legs, as if made of dozens of spiders, glared at her with poisonous eyes, but her mind was not shaken.

Immediately after, the electricity that struck the floor began to spread out in all directions. It went up the wall and met the ceiling, causing a huge explosion.

In a short moment that was less than half a second.

A tremendous amount of lightning struck from above the head of the huge, bizarre mass of flesh.

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The wooden arrows that were stuck in various parts of the mass of flesh were the first to turn to ash, and soon this bizarre mass of flesh the young man's skin began to peel off, and soon his horrifying body, covered in poison, began to turn into ash.

The electricity on the ceiling poured a massive amount of lightning just like before onto another mutant hiding in the corner of the room.

Boom!

Boom!

The massive amount of lightning that occurred in succession shook the surroundings.

When lightning strikes, the temperature of the surrounding area rapidly increases to 30,000 degrees Celsius. The rapidly heated air expands at an incredible speed, and this expansion is transmitted to the surrounding area as a shock wave, causing a loud noise.

It was a natural phenomenon commonly called thunder, but the lightning that Lir brought did not follow the thunder.

"... ... Isolation."

Lir swung his staff once more into the room where thunder was about to sound.

A faint magical power ran along the end of it, wrapping around the walls of the room, and soon a faint curtain completely separated the room and the party.

Isolation.

It was a type of local control magic that surrounded the area on all sides with a wall made of a material that conducted electricity well, doubling the power of lightning magic used in that area.

Lir had locked the entire room in place to prevent the sound of thunder from leaking out.

The lightning that extended from the magnetic field Lir had created hit the wall created by the ‘isolation’ magic and bounced off.

The flesh that had been burning all over was once again engulfed in a pure white flash of light after being hit by the bounced lightning.

Irregular flashes of light continued to burst out in the room, but strangely enough, the smell of burning flesh or the loud sound of thunder did not come through.

“... ... This is the 4th circle.”

Rex couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration at the magic that was incomparable to the 4th circle magicians he had seen so far.

The power of ‘Lightning’ was also amazing, far beyond the ordinary level. It was partly because Lir had increased its power by reciting the ‘spell’ in a low voice so that no one could hear, but it was also because he was born with a talent for ‘Lightning’.

“... ... You’re good at linking.”

However, it wasn’t ‘Lightning’ that captured the white-haired boy’s heart. It was the ‘Isolation’ magic that followed ‘Lightning’.

In order for the magic called ‘Lightning’ to perform its function indoors, it had to go through two processes.

The first process is to create an artificial thunderstorm over the heads of the enemies, and the second process is to drop lightning from that artificial thunderstorm onto the ground.

Lir inserted a completely new magic called ‘Isolation’ between the first and second processes.

The thunder sound echoed everywhere, preventing the monsters from paying attention, and at the same time, it doubled the destructive power of the already powerful ‘Lightning’.

“Did you plan it out in advance?”

“Huh? Oh, no, it’s just... ... After using Lightning, I suddenly remembered that I shouldn’t make a loud noise... ... .”

“... ... You’re a genius.”

A rare technique that only a few users with excellent control who were famous in the community could demonstrate, a magical linkage, and an impromptu technique without even thinking about it.

The boy couldn’t help but say that while looking at Lir.

However, Lir couldn’t help but laugh in vain after hearing the boy’s quiet words.

“... ... I’ve never heard that from Bin-nim.”

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“Huh? Did I do something wrong?”

The white-haired boy looked at Lir with a look of resentment, but she did not turn her face to him.

She simply buried her face quietly in her robe.