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Return of The 8th Class Mage (Web Novel) - Chapter 154 The Prelude to Counterattack (5)
Chapter 154 The Prelude to Counterattack (5)
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“There’s a lot.”
Ian had finished cleaning up, and he looked around the bookshelves soaring high everywhere he could see. There was an astounding number of books on the shelves, and most of them would be ‘black magic books’ so sophisticated that people could not get hold of any even by trafficking.
“Uhh…”
“Why we suddenly?”
The few necromancers Ian had kept alive wore luxurious robes and adorned jewelry and seemed to be high-class magicians.
“Do you have any other black magic books not in here? I’ll let you guys live if you tell me the truth.”
While the offer was blatant, the high-class necromancers had no choice but to accept the sweet proposal. While no one said they would let their prey live kept their words, people would always follow this suggestion.
“There aren’t any other books, and those are the essence of black magic we had protected for all our lives! Trust me!”
“All right, I confirm.”
The number of necromancers decreased until only two remained. They were a sort of ‘reserve forces,’ and Ian planned to keep them alive for a few days so he could achieve perfect black magic in a short period.
“That’s that.”
Ian clapped once to read the black magic books. While there was a large number, Ian had a more convenient way of reading them as he was an expert on the power of language.
(Metamorphosis, reader.)
Blue light spread like one’s breath in cold winter from Ian’s eyes. If ‘metamorphosis, mana’ changed one’s body to accommodate mana more easily, ‘metamorphosis, reader’ meant that Ian became one with the ‘reader,’ who could read all thigs written, memorize them, and understand them within the lasting period.
‘Under three days.’
Ian raised an arm, and the black magic books on the shelves jumped out each time he waved. Not only that, but they opened soaked in mana and burst out blue letters in the air.
‘I’ll read them all.’
Ian stood amidst the bright blue letters and quickly read them with eyes of the same shade.
‘I must.’
Ian’s first earnest step against Fran Page started with him reading black magic books.
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“Ian Page, you have become the greatest necromancer from today! We congratulate you on becoming the Emperor of Night and death…”
“Flattery.”
Ian pressed down on black aura, red-black aura, and a deep violet aura one by one, and he gathered those destructive auras spread everywhere before sharply speaking.
“Do you want to live that much? My magic will kill you, painlessly.”
“We’re not prepared to die yet…”
“Have you killed those you sacrificed because they were ready to die?”
“That’s…”
About two and a half days had passed since Ian just felt the third sunrise.
“You didn’t, right?”
“I just followed orders…”
“You’re the one who had been in charge.”
“I’m just old…”
“You lie as you breathe.”
The old necromancer out of the two survivors lowered his body and glanced at Ian. He was trying his best to survive, and Ian might have just taken everything and let them live.
“Choose between becoming a mute by having your mana heart crushed or a simple death.”
“……”
“I recommend the latter since it’s much neater.”
“No, that’s not it!”
The necromancers started banging their heads on the floor, but it was nearly impossible for them to make Ian change his mind.
“Then, I’ll let only one of you live. You guys can choose who will die.”
Ian irresponsibly made a suggestion and even turned his back. He opened a black magic book as if to say the matter was done.
“Tell me when you decide.”
While the offer of killing one person out of the two and having them decide who will die was a cruel suggestion, Ian did not care a whit. Now the two necromancers began to plan what to do frantically.
“……”
“……”
Many minutes passed in heavy silence, and the younger necromancer spoke in a rough voice.
“That one! That one should die! While he has denied your accusations, this old man was the one who started to sacrifice the innocent for magic!”
The younger necromancer started to speak, and his speech told that he did not have any affection for the older man and only thought that he could live only when the other died.
“Why, you…”
“This old man was our leader and the one behind all evil acts! You should kill him as an example rather than a minor player like me…!”
“Stop.”
Ian closed the black magic book and slowly stood up to walk in front of the two necromancers.
“You’re saying the old man should die, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Of course!”
“Haha…”
The older necromancer only laughed hollowly while the younger screamed out his argument as Ian confirmed his choice. It seemed to be a sign of his deep despair rather than having given up.
“All right.”
“……!”
A familiar explosion sound rang, and the corpse dropped in morsels as usual.
“…?”
However, something was strange. The necromancer did not feel a thing, and he could not have become just numb from having his body blasted away. The older necromancer slowly opened one eye.
“What, what…”
He first saw Ian with a palm stretched out. The problem was the direction of his arm because it was not towards the older necromancer. Ian’s palm had been stretched towards the younger necromancer.
“What happened…?”
The older necromancer had not been the one whose body had burst into pieces.
“I don’t like people who speak too much.”
Ian looked down at the younger necromancer’s corpse as he spoke with a cold laugh. While it was a repulsive sight, Ian did not avoid his gaze. He had to check something out since this was a sort of an experiment.
(I will give you an immortal body.)
A high-class black magic spell and the power of language combined wrapped themselves around the corpse. Ian had only built a theory since there was little time, and it was the first time he had tried it out.
“Grrr…”
However, Ian’s spell was working since the younger necromancer’s body, which had been ripped apart, was revived into its original form.
“What…?”
The elder necromancer could not hide his surprise at the sight. The body was as good as new, and he could not detect the patchwork-like marks usually discovered on the undead. He could only see changes in hair color, which turned black, and a paler shade of skin. The younger necromancer had come back to life as he had been alive except for those issues.
“How did you do this…?”
The necromancer had been staring at the reincarnated body and asked a question as he forgot his position.
“Do you want to know?”
“W, will you tell me?”
“Of course not.”
“You seem to be calm.”
The necromancer came back to his senses as Ian looked and spoke to him indifferently. He lay face down on the floor and began to beg, as the necromancer sensed that he was not out of the woods yet.
“Please let me live…”
“I will.”
“Yes?”
“Let you live.”
Ian reached out with his palm towards the elder necromancer’s heart to crush his mana heart, The necromancer coughed red blood from the damage, and he had now become an ordinary old man after losing his mana heart.
“I don’t know how long you can live in that state, but dying slowly while you repent your deeds would not be a bad idea.”
Since Ian had demolished the necromancer’s mana heart, the black magician would have taken great damage to both his body and soul. While he might not feel the aftermath, the symptoms would act up soon.
“Good luck, surviving.”
Ian had no use for the necromancers’ hiding place and activated a teleport spell. He could not rest yet, since he had only doused a small but urgent fire.
‘Now’s only the beginning.’
Of course, a small fire did not mean that it was not threatening, and actually was the flare for a more positive outcome. Now, humanity had a way to battle against the Immortal Troops of the Eastern Plain.
‘There’s so much to do.’
Since Ian had found a way, Ian now would have to find its owner. Ian’s body disappeared with a white light to the palace of the Greenriver Empire, and its most protected room, the office of the Emperor Terry Greenriver.
“You…?”
The Emperor’s eyes widened in Ian’s sudden visit. He was not offended, since the Emperor knew the best the meaning of the name Ian Page held in this empire. The Emperor was also indebted to Ian.
“Your highness, please forgive my rude entrance. However, I had no choice because it was an urgent matter. Could I have a bit of your time?”
The Emperor nodded at Ian’s request and bade his guards go outside of the room.
“Is the discourtesy made by Ian Page or the Lord of the Ivory Tower.”
“It is made by the Lord of the Ivory Tower in preparing for a national disaster.”
“Is that so, then…”
Emperor Terry Greenriver lowered the reports he had been reading and placed seal in its place. He was ready for the conversation.
“Speak, Lord of the Ivory Tower.”
