I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game

The boy focused on the flow of magical power that filled his body, with the red and black-skinned demons before his eyes.

Thanks to studying the structure of magic and the existence of mana every day for the past month under the continent's greatest lightning wizard, the boy could feel this mysterious power flowing through his body more clearly.

In his head, a computational process took place that materialized magical power into lightning, and lightning into the magic of 'flowering'.

The magical power inside his body changed into a thrilling lightning through his brainstem, and began to burst out from every corner of his body.

The lamp shattered, oil scattered everywhere, and the flames brightly illuminated the dark cave.

Thanks to this, the faces of the demons, who had been defenselessly attacked and had blank expressions, could be clearly seen.

The boy focused on the series of computational processes that were happening in his head with a faint smile on his face.

Before he was taught by Alter, the boy had never felt this kind of sensation.

All he did was blurt out the word ‘blooming’ and shoot a massive amount of lightning out of his body.

He didn’t understand how that lightning was created and how it transformed into the magic called ‘blooming.’

However, the situation was completely different from those days when he was ignorant.

The boy could feel the entire process of magical power transforming into lightning, and the lightning becoming the specific magic called ‘blooming.’

Thanks to Alter’s teachings, the boy had gotten closer to the center of the power called magic.

Although he had only learned the basics, the boy’s magic had improved in performance and precision beyond comparison.

An omnipotence he had never felt before, and the confidence that he could do anything filled the boy’s heart.

“Blooming.”

With the name of the magic that he had finally spoken, everything around him was surrounded by a pure white light.

After the massive flash of light covered the surroundings, the sound of lightning ripping through the air followed belatedly.

The swamp cave literally disappeared before the boy’s eyes, and the demons who were staring blankly at the boy inside the cave were also engulfed in the massive electricity and turned into pure white dust.

“... ... uh.”

The boy looked around the area where the thunder was echoing, looking a little bewildered.

It was clearly a dark cave surrounded by walls on all sides... ... When he came to his senses, he saw the sky beginning to gather dark clouds.

There was literally nothing left around him.

Cold sweat ran down the boy’s cheeks and was instantly vaporized by the surrounding electricity.

“Is it over?”

The boy’s eyes were filled with a pure white plain. Clearly, before entering the cave, there had been fallen trees and mud-covered swamps everywhere, but after a flash of light, even those had disappeared.

“... ... There, what? Is there anyone? Really?”

The boy stretched out his finger in front of him, thinking that there might be some demons who survived this massive lightning strike, and lightly blasted them.

A huge amount of electricity spread out in all directions through the air, soon turning the entire empty space into dust once again.

The lightning, which continued to spread, passed through the ionized areas, creating heat in a space where there was no more room to burn. And that sudden heat created a massive thunderstorm in the sky beyond the horizon.

Across the plains beyond the horizon, thunderstorms gathered together and were making a loud noise, exchanging lightning strikes.

“Uh... ... .”

The boy had become incomparably stronger than before he had been taught by Alter.

It was the moment when he could see his own growth with his own eyes, but the boy did not seem entirely happy.

“... ... If I had known this would happen, I should have tried reciting the newly developed ‘spell’.”

Alter warned that reciting the wrong spell could actually decrease the power of the magic, so he chose to simply recite the name of the spell in fear... ... .

He was already at a level where he could not worry about the power of the spell decreasing when facing ten ordinary demons.

‘I could not have imagined this much.’

It was natural, but the boy’s growth rate far exceeded that of ordinary magicians.

The former owner of the magic tower, famous throughout the continent, had moved into the room next to the castle and was teaching the boy directly every day.

In the boy’s reality, the Daechi-dong 1st class instructor moved in next door and came into his room every day to help him study for the college entrance exam.

In addition, the boy’s magic stat was 20, which was incomparably higher than the average stat of 13 for continental magicians.

Stamina. Strength. Agility. Luck.

He focused only on magic while discarding all four stats important for survival.

If the growth rate wasn’t incredible, it would have been strange... ... .

‘No matter what, I didn’t know he would grow this fast.’

“He’s definitely over level 20, so I guess you could say he’s in his mid-30s?”

The boy still couldn’t accurately gauge his own level.

How could he gauge whether he had 1000 or 10000 points when the punch machine could only measure up to 999 points?

‘Let’s just think of it as level 30. There’s nothing more dangerous than being arrogant and doing something presumptuous.’

The boy raised his head, giving himself a somewhat harsh assessment.

There was no way that a wizard who could change the weather beyond the horizon with a simple wave of his finger and strike lightning in the clear sky could be only level 30... ... .

The build he had made when he created his character was so unique.

The electricity that was constantly bursting out of the boy’s body soon brought a pitch-black thunderstorm over his cloudless head.

“... ... If you gather and use a week’s worth of mana at once, it’s definitely amazing.”

It had been a full three weeks since the boy last used Bloom.

If you think about it simply, if you gather magic power without using any magic for three weeks, you should have three weeks’ worth of magic stored in your body.

But reality wasn’t like that.

Even if you steadily accumulate mana for three weeks without using magic, the mana a wizard can store in his body is only a week’s worth at most.

The reason was simple. No matter how great a genius a wizard is, he is still just a human.

Of course, humans have limits. No matter how much you starve, there is a limit to how much food you can eat at once, and no matter how much you conserve your stamina, there is a limit to how far you can run at once.

This human limit also applies to the amount of mana a wizard can store at once.

Therefore, the limit to how much mana a wizard can store in his body is only a week’s worth.

Even if the time spent without using magic increases, the body does not store more mana. Just like how human stamina cannot be stored indefinitely, no matter how long you rest.

‘It’s still not enough. At this rate, it would be difficult to survive against even a high-ranking demon, let alone a great monarch.’

The boy took his eyes off the pure white lightning blazing from his fingertips and slowly walked towards where Lir and his reinforcements were waiting.

If someone had heard that thought, they might have said that it was not something a powerful wizard who could change the terrain with a single gesture would think of.

However, considering the boy’s fatal flaws... ... it wasn’t an entirely unreasonable thought.

The boy lacked agility, stamina, and strength, and was even born with the worst luck.

He had the power to shake the heavens and earth for five minutes... ... but that was all the boy had.

What if the great monarch cornered him, forced him to use his bloom, and then ran away until the duration ran out?

Or, before he could even use his bloom, how would he deal with a surprise attack at a speed he couldn’t even perceive?

Even if he used Bloom, if the opponent had speed ahead, it would be difficult to properly land an attack due to this devastating physical ability.

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Think back to when he fought against the Great Overlord Malthael.

Even though he had the opportunity to land a perfect counter attack, he couldn’t hit the attack due to his lack of agility.

So the boy shouldn’t be satisfied with this level.

After all, he was expected to be the hero who would bring the Demon King and the Demons back to Hell and end this vicious war.

And he had to live up to the people’s expectations.

It wasn’t just a sense of mission or guilt for deceiving people.

As far as the boy remembered, ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ there was a ‘bad ending’ in this game.

If the protagonist failed to defeat the Demon King and the Demons within the limited time, the Sword Master, who had been constantly under the control of the Demons, would eventually die, and the Demons would launch an all-out offensive, destroying all living things on Earth... ... It was truly an ending without dreams or hope.

The time limit wasn’t that tight, but it meant that there was no room to slack off.

I had to steadily raise my specs and become a true swordsman.

If I didn’t, not only myself but all life on the continent would perish.

If that happened, there would be no one to drag the corpses onto carts and take them to the cemetery.

There would be no one to mourn the dead or to mourn them.

“... ... This is driving me crazy.”

I sighed involuntarily at the unimaginable pressure.

As the faces of the characters in the game I had created flashed by, I felt the urge to meet them in person and apologize.

I was born into this crazy world and forced to ride a half-crazy build.

‘I’m sorry, fist, zombie, president... ... !’

“Hoo... ... .”

He sighed and started walking towards where the reinforcements were waiting.

With each step he took, plasma flowed through the surrounding air currents.

“This is tremendous power... ... .”

Some distance away from where the cave was, there was a waiting Lir approached him through the reinforcements and exclaimed in admiration.

The surrounding terrain, which was filled with mossy trees, swamps, and caves of various sizes, was reduced to pure white ash by the powerful lightning strike. All that remained was a deep hole and the rocks that formed the foundation of the land.

“... ... This is the power of a wizard who only learned magic for a month?”

“Crazy, if I had waited a little closer... ... This, there wouldn’t have been a corpse left?”

“They said he was a promising prospect who would grow to the same level as that swordsman... ... The rumors weren’t exaggerated.”

Exclamations poured out from the mouths of the soldiers watching from a few dozen steps away.

Lir smiled without realizing it as she heard the admiration for Bin through her long earlobes.

She was proud that a priest who learned magic under a master like her was such an amazing person.

“Please do it moderately, our waiting team has nothing to do.”

Lir’s tone was filled with laughter.

“It’s still not enough. If I had collected and used three weeks’ worth of mana, I could have burned the bedrock. No, if I had even tried a spell... ... .”

The boy let out an awkward laugh, as if he didn’t know that even he would be at this level, and lowered his bangs that kept rising due to static electricity.

“Three weeks’ worth? What does that mean?”

His tutor asked the boy who was talking nonsense.

It was a law of nature that the maximum amount of mana a human could store was one week’s worth.

Of course, as a wizard’s level grew and his circle increased, the amount of mana he could store in his body increased.

It was the same reason that athletes could run farther and eat more than ordinary people through training.

However, as the circle increases and the amount of mana that can be stored in the body increases, the magician’s mana recovery speed also increases.

That is why the proposition that ‘the maximum mana that a magician can store in the body is one week’ always holds true.

But three weeks?

Lir tried to dismiss the boy as not understanding his master’s teachings properly.

“... ... There is something like that.”

Until he left that comment with a meaningful smile.

“What is that... ....”

Lir tried to ask the boy if he knew anything.

However, at that moment, the white-haired boy lost consciousness and began to fall limply like a puppet whose strings had snapped.

Amazed by his own unimaginable power and regretting not having tried the spell. And because he wasted time worrying about the countless homework that lay ahead, five minutes had already passed.

Lir instinctively approached and quickly pulled the boy who was about to fall into his arms.

If he had let him fall on the exposed bedrock, his delicate skin would surely be scarred.

“... ... Huh, huh?”

Lir quickly held the boy’s body in his arms, blinking blankly for a moment before lowering his head with his long ears turning red.

Lir, who had only studied at the Magic Tower his entire life, had never held a boy his age in his arms.

... ... He had once rushed into his arms half-consciously before.

“Uh, ahhhh... ... .”

Lir, holding his light and fragile body, lost her words.

It felt strange.

Her head felt hot and her entire body began to heat up. The blood circulated through her blood vessels like crazy, and she had no idea how to describe this feeling.

The sight of her struggling, unable to put the boy's body down on the floor or hold him better... ...looked like she had been struck by lightning to the soldiers far away.