The Great Mage Returns After 4000 Years Book 2: Chapter 510

Book 2: Chapter 510

“s.h.i.+t.”

Neil Prand clenched his fists. He clenched them so tightly that his nails pierced his skin and blood flowed. However, he himself didn’t even realise this. Mind numbing despair and a sense of shame masked the pain.

‘I couldn’t stop it…’

He knew in advance that something unusual was going to happen in the [Next Stage]. He’d come here to prevent that, but he couldn’t change anything.

It wasn’t an artificial island at all.

It was a gigantic aerial wars.h.i.+p that could turn an entire area into powder… Shortly after he’d realised this fact, the ma.s.sacre in Manjuri City took place.

“…you knew, didn’t you?”

Neil’s burning gaze turned towards his side.

Retip, who was reading a book with his chin in his hand, looked over at him with an annoyed expression.

“What?”

“About the ma.s.sacre that was going to happen in this place.”

“Your words are gradually getting more impolite.”

Smiling, Retip closed his book.

“Right. I had a rough idea. But what about it? Does knowing in advance give me a reason to stop it?”

“…isn’t that why you accompanied me?”

“Not at all. I told you. You and I just have overlapping destinations.”

“…”

“More than that, I’m very displeased with your behaviour, Neil Prand. Why did it change so much? Looking at your actions, I can’t help but feel sick sometimes.”

Neil couldn’t help but ask back strangely.

“Roaming the world preventing conflicts among the various forces, gathering orphans, and eliminating war. Is there any part of this behaviour that can make you feel sick?”

“Are you trying to talk to me about human ethical beliefs?”

“…”

“I’m talking about change. It’s your changed att.i.tude that is disgusting. Didn’t you decide to live only for Americans?”

Neil remained silent for a moment then opened his mouth.

“You said that we had overlapping destinations.”

Retip obediently accepted Neil’s change of subject.

“Right.”

“What is your goal?”

“That…”

Suddenly.

Retip turned to look out the window, put his book down, and stood to his feet.

“It seems I have to go.”

“Where?”

Retip smiled roughly.

“To where my master calls.”

* * *

“─I never expected to get such an opportunity.”

Smiling, Retip spread out his arms.

Boom! A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky before transforming into a spear and was caught in Retip’s hand.

Soul Weapon, Astrafe.

In the Lightning G.o.d’s residence [Thunder Planet].

Once every 100,000 years, the most ferocious bolt of lightning would strike, and the soul weapon [Astrafe] was formed after the Lightning G.o.d gathered one hundred of these lightning bolts and refined them into a weapon.

Feeling the electricity in his hand, Retip’s smile deepened.

“Has it been 300 years since I last brought this out?”

[…]

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Aren’t you the one that’s going to fight for your life from now on?”

[Make me fight for my life. Someone like you?]

Once again, Pale’s att.i.tude was dry.

In the first place, there was only one being that could stop her from maintaining her demeanour as the Blue Knight.

She swung her drawn sword.

Clang!

Pale’s slash was blocked by a series of fierce lightning bolts from Astrafe. Feeling the heavy sensation in his hands, Retip almost burst into laughter.

‘If it wasn’t for Astrafe, my arm would have been blown off.’

A single clash, that was all it took to make him realise the gap between his opponent and himself.

‘This is even more absurd than the order to conquer 17 great universes, Lightning G.o.d.’

Ignoring the pain in his throbbing arms, Retip took a stance.

Then, when he saw that Pale had also taken a stance in front of him, his smile widened.

Right.

Nevertheless, since he had received the order, he had to complete it.

Because he was the Lord, Retip.(TL: It’s times like this that I wished there was more context hundreds of chapters ago. The word I translate as ‘Lord’, which in all honesty is a bit of a stretch, matching this context, would more accurately be translated as ‘Conqueror’. Should I make the change?)

* * *

‘He can’t hold on.’

As he witnessed the unfolding scene, Lukas thought.

It had only been a few seconds since the fight had started, but Retip had already been driven into a corner. He seemed to be able to respond with the spear in his hands, but it was so dangerous that it wouldn’t be strange if he were to collapse into a splatter of blood the next moment.

‘…this isn’t looking down on Retip. I know how strong a Lord is.’

The Demon King.

He had fought that guy who, besides his complicated origin, was in the position of Lord for the Demon G.o.d.

‘However, Pale is a monster that doesn’t conform to the norm. Shouldn’t you, a Ruler, know that better than anyone else, Lightning G.o.d?’

[Don’t treat him so lightly.]

A rare occasion.

There was a hint of coldness in the Lightning G.o.d’s voice.

[That is a being that I personally bestowed a weapon unto. Very few Absolutes that follow me can maintain their individuality. That guy is special.]

‘…’

[He was probably born with a strong ego. In a certain universe, he is the King of all beings and is called G.o.d. The pride born from that is by no means negligible, and I also couldn’t make him a puppet either. Making that guy my subordinate was pretty fun.]

The King of all beings called G.o.d.

…Retip was a being like Lord of the DemiG.o.ds.

[Focus on your own task, Lukas Trowman. You should not waste even a single strand of concentration. Just whose power do you think you’re reinterpreting?]

It was like the Lightning G.o.d hit the inside of his head.

[You’ll have to exert more concentration than you ever have… Otherwise, not to mention 10 minutes, even 10 hours would not be enough.]

‘…I know.’

Nodding, Lukas added.

‘I’ll trust Retip. I’ll a.s.sume he can survive for 10 minutes.’

There was no other way. If he didn’t gain control of Thunder here, everything would be over.

[That’s enough.]

As he felt the Lightning G.o.d nod, Lukas took a deep breath.

“Huu…”

Raising his concentration, he began the immersion.

And closed his eyes.

Time shut off.

The surrounding objects disappeared one after the other, and the sound of the rumbling ground faded. His sense of smell and touch also disappeared.

—After a while, he could not feel anything.

In the world where he was the only one, in other words, the best environment to concentrate, Lukas threw himself a topic.

…What is ‘Thunder’?

The authority of the Lightning G.o.d,

The unique power that only the Lightning G.o.d could control,

The Lightning G.o.d’s symbol of absolute authority,

On a more fundamental level… it was thunder and lightning.

Thunder and lightning have long since been symbols of fear.

The darkening sky was seen as ominous, and even more ominous than that was the dragon-like roar that came from it. Even snot nosed kids instinctively knew that such a sound was nothing but a portent.

Soon afterward, a flash of light streaked across the dark clouds followed by a loud explosion as if the sky was being torn apart.

Naturally, humans, who could not understand such weather phenomena, were filled with wonder and fear at that sight.

That was what the Lightning G.o.d was.

Thunder was the ubiquitous image of the Lightning G.o.d. A being that reaped both fear and wonder at the same time. It was a characteristic that was unique to the Lightning G.o.d, as the Demon G.o.d, Sun G.o.d, and Dragon G.o.d did not have it.

And the Thunder that the Lightning G.o.d controlled was the purest energy of destruction in the multiverse. Lukas would not hesitate to describe that flash of light as the ‘destruction of destructions’.

‘Then how should I use that Thunder?’

Should he also focus on destruction?

If he were to mix Thunder with magic, it was possible. The destruction Lukas could produce would be comparable to the Lightning G.o.d.

However… that was not the answer.

While it might not be impossible, such a fusion would change the main principle.

Thunder would become the lead, and magic would be downgraded to an auxiliary role.

In other words, mixing Thunder with magic, the difference would be huge.

Of course, the destructive power would be tremendous. It would no doubt be great enough to deal effective damage to Pale.

But.

‘No.’

There had already been an ‘opportunity’ to do so.

Immediately after he’d accepted Thunder into his body, just as he’d been infected by the feeling of omnipotence, the moment he’d lost consciousness in the raging torrent.

At that moment, it was none other than the Lightning G.o.d who had slapped the near collapsed Lukas on the cheek.

The Lightning G.o.d didn’t want that option.

And he could now be sure. That the Lightning G.o.d’s restraint was for him.

‘The capacity of Thunder is not just destruction.’

He recalled.

In the imaginary world, how did the Lightning G.o.d fight?

He was the person who had observed battles with the Rulers the most. He hadn’t taken his eyes off for a moment, and a.n.a.lysed the Lightning G.o.d’s power. Then he’d realised.

‘This guy doesn’t fight in a fixed pattern.’

Different methods, different habits, different patterns.

The Lightning G.o.d’s fighting style was filled with countless habits, endless changes, and a near infinite number of things.

At first, he thought that every Ruler was like this, but that wasn’t the case. The Demon G.o.d didn’t have many changes. He knew this because he’d fought him personally.

In other words, the display of so many fighting styles was also a part of the Lightning G.o.d’s authority…

‘How?’

Was it because he’d lived too long? There wasn’t enough evidence. He had to think about it in relation to Thunder.

Disorganised words floated in his head without any connection, as if his thoughts had been broken and every piece had their own will.

Lukas let it be.

He randomly spread the disorganised information out and a.n.a.lysed them all at the same time.

Thunder, thunder and lightning, static, current, electricity, magnetism.

—Lukas’ thoughts came to a complete stop.

‘…electromagnetism?’

One of the most basic forces in the universe.

What if that was what Thunder was rooted in?

‘That force is the source of almost all the forces and phenomena that naturally occur.’

So if he could perfectly understand that concept, he might also be able to know the position and momentum of every atom. In theory, he would know ‘everything about the present’.

If he had the capacity and processing ability of a Ruler, it might even be possible to predict the future based on the acquired information.

‘In the imaginary world, the patterns of ‘Lukas’ are infinite.’

He knew this because he’d accepted every Lukas. All of them were the same, but at the same time different, being. Even if the root was Lukas, they all lived completely different lives, so inevitably, there were differences which eventually led to their own individuality.

The Lightning G.o.d must have known about that individuality even before the fight.

So the fight that followed was nothing more than a response to the information gained in advance.

The battle style that the Lightning G.o.d displayed, which Lukas mistakenly thought were infinite patterns, was nothing more than something ‘made as a result’.

If there was a hundred, there was a strategy for a hundred.

In the end, the patterns that one revealed during a fight usually occurred because there was no ‘perfect strategy’. After all, because of a lack of information about your opponent, you would have no choice but to fight in the method you were most confident in.

In other words, if you knew everything about your opponent before you even started, there would be no need to reveal your habits.

It was like reaching a stage of omniscience.

‘…haha.’

A laugh leaked out as gooseb.u.mps ran down his spine.

It wasn’t because of fear or terror.

It was because for the first time since obtaining Void, he had seen the path to the next level. At that moment, Lukas had a feeling of both achievement and excitement that numbed his brain.

Just a bit.

If he a.n.a.lysed just a little bit more, he thought that he could catch something. He knew he could.

—It was because of this that Lukas didn’t realise.

10 minutes.

The 10 minutes he’d talked about with the Lightning G.o.d.

Had already pa.s.sed.