Chương 97: Interlude 10:”Master Megil’s Miscalculation”
FabL: The Blue Traveler and the Dual-Body Savior · rest256 · 217 chương · ~11 phút đọc · Tạo 04/08/2026
"That's impossible...!" Tor Guief, who had been watching the battle with plenty of composure, glass in hand, was terribly shaken by the unexpected outcome. The glass slipped from his hand. It broke with a miserable sound Crash, and the contents soaked into the carpet. Clam Selenberg, in whom he had placed absolute trust, lost. The man who had cut even that Black Dragon.
"Gah!" He slammed the throne with all his might. I underestimated them...! I thought they were just students. To think they would become such formidable enemies before I knew it. You bastards, how did you survive that explosion! That's not all. They entered Edel, which should have been absolutely impossible to enter, and finally laid hands on Clam. Now, I am about to be cornered by opponents I had completely underestimated. He was flustered like never before.
The current situation is the result of miscalculation after miscalculation piling up. At this rate, I will definitely be beaten. He didn't understand at all why things had turned out like this. With eyes bloodshot from impatience, he hurriedly stood up from the throne and ran to the elevator. While running, a vortex of thoughts was spinning dizzyingly. Should I use the Magic Giant Soldiers even now? No, it's useless. Those are strictly for base annihilation, so they aren't flexible.
If I use them here, the city will just be destroyed messily. Moreover, their target is strictly me. Even if I set up wooden dolls, I don't think they will stall them at all. A cynical bitter smile leaks from him. Hmph. Magic Soldiers and Enhanced Soldiers are useless after all, huh. If they had been firm, they wouldn't have allowed the invasion this far! If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. —It can't be helped.
Do I have no choice but to use that? It was a trump card prepared for a true emergency. I thought I would never use that at least, but. [Demonization]. It is a secret art of human body strengthening transmitted only to the Edel Royal Family. One can obtain a body tougher than a dragon and overwhelming magic power, albeit temporarily. In exchange, the backlash is also tremendous. A double-edged sword that weakens one so badly that one cannot move after the effect wears off.
It's something that even shortens one's lifespan. It is not his true intention for the King to fight personally, but the situation no longer allows a moment of unpredictability. There was no other choice. To use that, I have to go to the Altar in the North. If only I can reach there— I myself will become the strongest Majin (Demon) and bury you bastards. While feeling intensely impatient inwardly at the desperate crisis, he sneered, imagining the scene of overrunning the intruders with his own hands.
The time has come for him to obtain power himself. His complex was being powerless because he was of the race called Nesla. There is a monster like Inea, but that is an exception among exceptions. In the first place, Teleportation Magic is what they obtained in the process of evolution for the powerless to escape from foreign enemies. He looked down from the bottom of his heart on his closed kin who had no talent but to sneak around and hide. He was an abnormal Nesla who couldn't use Teleportation Magic by birth.
Being powerless and unable to use Teleportation Magic means there is nothing to protect himself in an emergency. When it turned out he was abnormal, he was isolated among his kin. Without anyone's cooperation, he had to do everything by himself. [Flashback: Tor's Past] One day, when he was still in his early teens. A group of bandits appeared in the Nesla village. They tried to rob ornaments in the village and, if possible, capture Neslas to sell them.
Most of the surrounding kin escaped with Teleportation Magic, but some children with low proficiency were late to escape and were caught one after another. And he, who couldn't use Teleportation Magic in the first place. He had no choice but to run and escape. But his resistance was in vain, and he was about to be caught at any moment. What appeared there by chance was a pack of large carnivores, Likelgers. They overran the group of kidnappers in the blink of an eye and ate them all.
Whether it's kidnappers or Nesla children, beasts are equal. They don't distinguish. The children were also eaten similarly. And the Likelgers, who became full, do not commit unnecessary slaughter. Glancing only once at him—frightened Tor—who was lucky enough not to be chosen as a prey target, they left as if nothing had happened. Tor, who barely escaped with his life, fell to his knees on the spot. He had wet himself before he knew it, but he didn't even have the mental leeway to think it was pathetic.
Those without power have no choice but to die like trash. He, who realized the harshness of the world, began to seek power strongly since then. What fascinated him was the knowledge of humans outside the forest. The figure of humans continuing to progress with Wisdom as a weapon, not simple power. He saw light there. He admired humans. He sought human knowledge, which is considered taboo in Nesla. He interacted with humans who visited the forest and began to learn by obtaining books.
Finally, he conducted experiments on Teleportation Magic and elucidated its nature. But this experiment naturally bought the anger of his kin. He was expelled from the forest for the crime of toying with his kin. But for him, it was what he wished for. Even after being driven out of the forest, he continued to seek knowledge, longing for power. Knowing the filth of humans, before he knew it, his body was dyed with desire. And where he arrived was Edel. In this land, he saw an ideal. He saw what he desired.
—I can't end in a place like this. I will definitely stand above people and show my existence and wisdom to the world! He gets on the elevator and goes down to the first basement floor. Immediately boarding the [Granselnoun] for royalty, he ran the Sky Tube. The light of ambition dwelling in his eyes had not yet disappeared.

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