I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game

“... ... Ah! Artifact.”

As soon as Samael disappeared, I ran straight to the deepest part of the dragon’s lair.

I was glad that I had taken the Achilles’ Land without even fighting the guy, but I couldn’t forget my real purpose for coming here.

I quickly lit a lightning bolt and turned the dragon’s corpse into a pile of ashes, then started searching through the numerous treasures and magic materials lying underneath.

There was a reason why I was acting so hastily.

[Flowering] had less than a minute left... ... .

I had to prevent the artifacts from being confiscated by a strict person while moving around to load the treasures into the cargo hold.

The countless treasures that sparkled under the starlight were nothing more than rocks to me now.

‘Found it!’

Among the uselessly flashy gold lumps, I found a reddish-yellow crystal that exuded a strange aura, and I cheered inwardly.

The reddish-yellow crystal, which was as clean as if a skilled craftsman had just finished crafting it, had a perfect octahedron shape. And this was actually an artifact with a rather mediocre power among the artifacts in this game.

[It releases a magical attack proportional to the character’s mana stat.]

It lacked much impact compared to artifacts that could create a huge pillar of fire, allow resurrection, or allow you to steal other people’s memories.

If you were an ordinary wizard, you would say, ‘It just feels like more damage is added to the bolt... ... It’s a bit disappointing for an artifact.’

If you were an ordinary wizard... ... .

‘I can now deal with trash mobs... ... !’

A single-shot wizard has no normal attack to deal with the countless trash mobs scattered around the world. This is because all magic in the world except for Blooming cannot be used.

Since physical specs such as strength, agility, and stamina were also set to 1, it was impossible to incapacitate an opponent by striking the staff.

That is why, in my bizarrely twisted wizard build, the importance ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) of this artifact that dropped as a reward for subduing a young dragon was different from that of other ordinary wizards.

When they encountered trash mobs, they could just shoot bolts normally, but I could do nothing but sit still and cheer for my team to win.

“But, that is a thing of the past now... ...!”

I put my thin arm into the treasure pile and squeezed the red-orange crystal in the shape of a regular octahedron.

In an instant, the crystal shattered into tiny pieces and soon began to crawl up my arm and hover near my heart.

The crystal shards rippled in front of my chest as if preparing something, and then suddenly penetrated my clothes and into my skin.

“Huh? Oh, what the heck?”

In the game, they just came into my inventory with the words (belonging), so I never expected such an event to exist.

Thousands of crystal powders dug into my skin, but I didn’t feel any pain.

One by one, I felt a strange sensation that I had never felt before.

It felt like something that wasn’t part of my body was stuck somewhere in my heart.

I focused on this sensation.

It didn’t feel like it was harming my body. No, rather, my mind seemed to clear up and my heart became calm as I focused on it.

“Huh... ... manifestation?”

My instincts told me.

I could just say that while focusing on this strange sensation.

As I muttered, the red shards hidden under my skin began to float into the air.

They clumped together, combined, and soon returned to the perfect octagonal crystal shape.

The crystal was floating above my left shoulder.

‘Oh, it works. Then, I’ll leave the mobs I meet from now on to this guy... ... .’

At that moment, as I put my hand on the crystal floating above my shoulder and tried to smile with satisfaction, my mind was once again dragged to a familiar place.

As my body lost its balance and fell helplessly onto the pile of gold, I felt the crystal shatter into pieces and hide under my skin.

... ... It seemed that five minutes had passed.

* * *

“Oh my... ... .”

Altar Heindel looked down at the boy sleeping soundly on top of the gold and silver treasures with a shocked expression.

Five minutes.

In just five minutes, this boy had proven his worth and proved himself to be a genius who would become the future of humanity.

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When the boy first walked confidently to the dragon's nest, he simply looked at the boy's back with eyes full of anticipation.

Having indirectly felt his talent while teaching the boy for the past seven days, he could tell that the young dragon was no match for the boy.

In fact, the boy silenced the young dragon with a single blow that precisely targeted the dragon's vital point.

It was a beautiful blow.

Lightning naturally has the property of spreading in all directions through the surrounding air.

Suppressing such lightning's nature was an important measure of the level of a lightning magician.

Even if he created 1 million lightning with his magic power, if he could only transmit 60 to the opponent and the remaining 40 was scattered into the air, what would be the point?

From that perspective, the boy's blow was perfect, in and of itself.

A single line of lightning that lightly pierced the dragon's skin as if it were a piece of paper and stretched forward.

Without a single twig, the straight line stretched out as if it had been drawn on a piece of paper, and disappeared, leaving a pure white line in the night sky.

Not even a small flash of lightning touched the quiet wheat field. It was difficult to say that even Alter, a high-ranking magician of the 8th Circle, could definitely do such precise control.

‘The demon that appeared right after that... ... What on earth was that?’

However, the boy’s surprise did not end there.

The high-ranking demon that suddenly appeared above his head.

Far from being flustered, the boy smiled leisurely as if he had found a pouch of gold coins on the street and teased the high-ranking demon.

As if he could kill the demon whenever he wanted.

Against a high-ranking demon that even he could not guarantee he could defeat.

‘... ... It seems that there is more hidden power.’

Even the boy had the cool judgment to not swing that power around arbitrarily, considering the battlefield.

The Enker Plateau is a key granary area that supplies food to the entire continent.

If a lightning wizard were to recklessly engage in battle with a high-ranking demon here, all the precious food would be burned by lightning.

There were many who possessed power, but very few who knew when and how to wield that power.

And the boy knew that. It wasn’t just his magical talent.

He had the insight to coolly grasp the surrounding terrain and the battlefield, and the courage to be relaxed even when dealing with high-ranking demons. In addition, he had the ability to pressure his opponents and take the Achilliptus Forest, a military stronghold, without bloodshed... ... .

The boy’s potential was so great that even he, an 8th Circle wizard, could not even fathom it.

“Jang... ... General! General Bin?! Why are you doing this!”

“... ... When the duration of the magic called ‘Bloom’ is over, this is what happens. The backlash from the short-term release of magical power in the body comes back.”

Alter grabbed the boy’s small shoulder and spoke to the shouting platoon leader, calming him down.

‘But why ‘Bloom’ of all things?’

Bloom was considered the least practical of all the magics included in the current lightning magic system.

It was definitely powerful, as it released all remaining magical power for 5 minutes, but it was rare for magicians to study it in depth due to its unique large backlash.

At best, they learned it as a last resort.

However, the boy’s Bloom showed a level of perfection that was different from that of ordinary magicians.

The boy’s magic contained a level of perfection comparable to ‘Bolt’, which he had spent 80 years of his life honing.

The rumor that the overlord mistook the young boy for a high-ranking wizard and came to kill him was understandable.

‘Did he only study flowering deeply? No, the boy said he had never properly learned magic... ... .’

It was innate.

“Of all magicians, he was born with flowering... ... .”

Each wizard has a magic that suits them from birth. In Alter’s case, it was ‘Volt’, and in the case of his disciple, Lir, it was ‘Lightning’.

It was definitely a stumbling block that the magic that suited the boy best was ‘Flowering’... ... .

‘That kind of stumbling block is nothing compared to the size of his talent.’

For a boy with this kind of talent, it wouldn’t take long to raise magic like ‘Volt’ or ‘Lightning’ to the current level of ‘Flowering’.

Alter lifted the boy's slender body up with a bright smile, honored at being the teacher of a genius wizard who would go down in human history.

"Please return. It seems that all your missions are over."

The boy's body was seriously light, so much so that even the old and frail Alter could lift it without difficulty.