Overgeared

Punishment was Braham’s unique magic. Just as Disintegrate, which embodied light with magic power to form a spear, had its origin in the symbolic meaning of light, Punishment originated from Braham’s blood, magic power, and knowledge.

It was designed and created by Braham himself from the basics. It was completely different from other magic that had been established and developed through the hands of countless people over a long period of time. The more people that witnessed Punishment, the more that Braham’s magic would be worshipped as a myth rather than a legend.

Why did he make Punishment? It was intended to be used against Gamigin, who was a formidable enemy at the time.

Yes, it was a good opportunity. The significance of Punishment lay in the beginning, not the end. The techniques that made up Punishment were free beyond the various standards. They worked as if they were alive. They eroded and covered other magic techniques.

A thunderbolt struck after Braham waved his hand through the air. It stretched out like a hundred-pronged spear and soon reached the end of Braham’s field of view. Clouds flowing around the mountain peak released blue light and rainwater. It was an unchallenged power.

He changed the weather with magic alone.

“...Che.” Braham’s expression was full of complaints. The remnants of the electric current in his hand were colored purple. It was a sign of the addition of the techniques of Punishment.

It was too slow. The result that Braham wished for was that the entire electric current fired earlier was purple. However, the current had already reached its goal and took effect before the formula of Punishment was overlaid. Of course, if he had mixed in Punishment at the magic execution stage, the current would’ve been purple rather than blue from the beginning. It was just that this method required too many processes. The casting time itself became longer. It meant Braham’s greatest strength in casting magic was fading.

‘I have no choice but to simplify the techniques even more.’

It wasn’t easy.

Braham had already adjusted the techniques of Punishment again and again. It was reduced by twice as much compared to when he created it to fight Gamigin. He couldn’t even estimate how much more time it would take to reduce the techniques beyond this while maintaining its power and functionality.

Nevertheless, the ideal solution was to strengthen the ideas. Strong thoughts combined magic and willpower. It meant realizing magic as soon as he intended it. However, Braham became complete when he regained the power of a direct descendant. His thoughts reached the extreme in an instant. Among the great magics, the large-scale Meteor could be realized immediately. Even so, the development and utilization of Punishment took time.

‘Right now is my limit.’

From now on, it was a battle against time. He would have to immerse himself in research for many years before he could complete Punishment and make it the ‘base of all magic.’ It might take decades or even hundreds of years. It was fine. He would become a ‘magic god’ if he could reach the level where he could use Punishment to that extent. He was certain that he would be successful one day, so it could take as long as it took.

The god referred to here wasn’t just a god born of worship. A magician who killed even a god—in other words, it meant reaching the ranking of a god using simple force.

“Come on out now,” Braham suddenly spoke while he was trying to keep his mind together. It was toward the uninvited guest who had been waiting.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you.”

The identity of the intruder was Piaro. His face was haggard. He might be a legendary farmer but he lacked dignity. It was hard to find anything extraordinary from his dead eyes.

‘Did he end up experiencing shock from going overboard?’

drifted as a soul. Piaro was the pillar that supported the kingdom. Grid and all the people relied

sparred with Piaro, had a deep impression

progress has been slow since

brightest next to Grid ended up so shabby. It was something that Braham hadn’t expected. It was proof that the occupation of a farmer was more insignificant than expected. Of course, Piaro

recruit new apostles one by one. Piaro clearly recognized his limitations. He gradually became agitated. He started struggling to

what you want,” Braham urged him. It was with his distinctive vague expression and indifferent voice. He looked impatient. It was a misunderstanding. If Braham was really annoyed, he wouldn’t have associated with Piaro. Others might not know this, but Braham was very favorable toward Piaro. It was respect to the person who protected Grid’s side when he

“Please spar with me.”

mean to laugh. It was just so absurd and ridiculous that a

that he saw in the Great Human and Demon War. He might be strong as a legend, but that

was at the level of discussion the extremes in

intention to get inspired by changing blows, but he thought there was little possibility that Piaro’s intention would be achieved. In the first

you to give up your pride and

had the best conditions to teach Piaro. Of course, it would be horribly cruel for Piaro, but...

“I don’t have the confidence to control

“......?”

be your

“......!”

eyes regained light and focus. The bushes. No, the entire mountain started to shake. There was the momentum of being uprooted as they poured out all their energy

of Mana Drain becoming uncomfortable and floated his body in

‘This guy?’

to intuitively sense the movement of the target more quickly and clearly. Even now, he reflexively used it, but he became

top of the mountain—Braham’s eyes captured him, but his magic

“A natural body...”

nature was sometimes rowdy and uncontrollable. It was an area

have controlled

the ground that Grid stood on, the rain that washed off Grid’s blood and sweat,

“I’m coming.”

step forward—Braham felt a pressure like the mountain he climbed was

as much as possible were expanded from the original state, resulting in the loss of the ability to erode

current

***

“It is strange.”

any time to rejoice. The operation of Dragon Words was successful. However, it was an empty field that stretched out in

‘Don’t tell me?’