Genius Warlock - Chapter 599
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“ make a deal. do. I would like to.”
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Oliver, who accepted the offer from the eschatological prince of the Swan Church, the Unbending Knee, leads his task force to the cursed land. However, the monsters of the cursed land do not attack the fanatics of the Swan Church, but rather cooperate with them. In addition, contact with Oliver’s unit is lost. Upon arriving in the village, Oliver finds Dave sitting next to a corpse. Dave tells him that the Swan Church has no intention of harming Vin City, and smiles as if he cannot hide his feelings.
Genius Black Magician – Episode 599
599. Twisted Persuasion (2)
“I want to make a deal.”
The Unbending Knee offered to Oliver through the corpse.
Oliver had no choice but to tilt his head at the sudden story.
And I noticed one fact.
“ I······. Meeting me was the purpose.”
Whether it was because of his life in Landa or because of the many incidents he had experienced recently, Oliver noticed it very quickly.
Perhaps it was because Oliver himself was finally included in the world he saw.
Specifically, it is not known when it started, but until relatively recently, the world was a separate existence for Oliver.
Anyway, Oliver looked at the new prince candidate, the Unbending Knee, whose whole body was discolored and one leg had turned into a lump of flesh, to see if his guess was right or wrong.
Unfortunately, Oliver’s guess was true.
The Unbending Knee answered through silence and emotion.
“Um······.”
Oliver groaned without realizing it. At this, the Unbending Knee moved his hand.
It’s sign language.
I thought I couldn’t speak, but then Oliver remembered that the prince candidate couldn’t speak properly.
Oliver apologized and said he couldn’t sign, and the Unbending Knee used the ring and the corpse to speak for him instead.
“Unexpected. Is it?”
Unexpected question.
Oliver didn’t know what to say, so instead of opening his mouth rashly, he looked at the Unbending Knee.
Unexpectedly. To be honest, it was hard to deny.
It was hard to expect to meet the Native American black magician he met in First Step, a colonial city in the New Continent across the ocean, in a foreign country in the Old Continent.
No, before that, to be honest, I didn’t expect the Unbending Knee to be alive.
No wonder, his tribe lost their lives trying to summon a demon with a fan.
I still remember it vividly.
The sight of over a hundred people burning like firewood.
The Native Americans who were beating drums and dancing around it.
The screams of the Native American girl who was giving birth to death.
The burned one born on top of those countless sacrifices.
It was such an urgent situation that I couldn’t take a closer look, but Oliver thought that all the Native Americans would have died then, and in fact, many of them lost their lives.
However, it wasn’t all of them, and now there was one in front of Oliver’s eyes.
It was in a completely unexpected form of a prince of the Swan Church.
While organizing his thoughts, a long silence filled the surrounding space.
The silence was as dense as dirt, making it difficult to speak easily, but Oliver was an exception to that law, and he was able to speak easily.
“To be honest, I was surprised. I never thought the new prince candidate would be Mr. Unbending Knee, and I didn’t know I would meet you here. Above all······.”
Oliver paused for a moment and spoke again.
“······I didn’t know I would offer you a deal.”
It was sincere.
The reason for this was none other than the emotional state of the Unbending Knee.
He hated Oliver.
Beyond simply facing an enemy in a back alley fight, he showed a specific and deep hatred, as if he were looking at an enemy.
Come to think of it, although the time I met him was short, Oliver had interfered a lot, such as when he attacked Lieutenant General Philip or when he summoned a demon.
“······I didn’t expect it either. But now. I see.”
“What do you mean?”
Oliver, who was concerned about the last part, asked. I didn’t hear the answer though.
“Sorry. But. Time. I’m short on time.”
The Unbending Knee said that there was no time to talk about small things.
Because the city guards of Vin City were heading towards this place now.
“Don’t. Interfere. With. Us.”
Don’t interfere. It was too broad and vague to understand what it meant.
Then he explained it in more detail.
“Don’t. Meddle. In. The. Swan. Church’s. Business. We. Will. Stay. Quiet. Now.”
Along with a terrible sound like he was squeezing the corpse’s vocal cords, the will of the only remaining prince candidate came out into the world.
Oliver had a lot to say after hearing his intentions. For example. Why are you telling me that?
Oliver hadn’t taken any hostile action unless he was provoked first.
However, Oliver asked a more fundamental question than that.
It was a question that could be the answer itself.
“What are you planning to do that you don’t want me to interfere with?”
That was it.
Unbending Knee’s request was extremely contradictory.
He said to stay quiet and not to interfere with the Swan Church’s business.
That statement itself meant that he didn’t plan to stay quiet. If he was going to stay quiet, there would be no need to say such a thing.
Furthermore, the current situation where he had killed the other prince candidates and concentrated his power on one person was quite far from staying quiet.
Even Jack, the market leader, and the lower-ranking city guards were worried about the city’s safety.
Above all, considering that the Swan Church itself was a group that worshipped the apocalypse and the devil, it was impossible not to be nervous.
‘Besides, Mr. Unbending Knee has a history of summoning demons.’
The black magic society was in chaos due to the death of the finger.
The Swan Church, which was quietly active, suddenly became very active.
Unbending Knee, who helped summon the devil, etc.
Oliver felt a strange sense of unease as he watched the current situation where coincidence and inevitability were intertwined like warp and weft, and asked bluntly.
“Are you planning to cause the apocalypse?”
“Yes.”
***
Yes.
Unbending Knee answered Oliver’s question about whether he would bring about the apocalypse without a moment’s hesitation.
It was beyond the level of hesitation and the answer came out so quickly that even Oliver was embarrassed.
Certainly, it was true that Unbending Knee had summoned a devil in First Step and tried to burn down the entire city, but even so, the apocalypse was a world of difference in size and meaning.
At the very least, this was not something to answer like this.
“Why? No matter what-”
“-Does. The. Reason. Matter?”
The corpse of the former prince candidate with his finger torn off cut off Oliver’s words.
“······Isn’t it important? Isn’t it the apocalypse?”
Oliver mentioned the weight of the apocalypse.
Apocalypse. Thanks to the blessing of language, it could be easily uttered in one word, but in fact, it was not a word that could be uttered so easily, nor should it be uttered.
Literally, it was the end of everything. To put it more simply, it meant that all humans would die.
Men, women, young, old, those who were uncomfortable, those who were not, children who didn’t know what was going on, and even unborn lives in the womb, all of them would die.
Without even knowing what happened.
If we were to use our imagination, it would be like a bullet suddenly hitting a child’s head while eating ice cream in the park.
Right in front of their parents.
That was a bit too much for Oliver to think about, and that’s why he tried to save those who were burned in First Step.
Although First Step was a city built on sin, wasn’t it a bit too much to suddenly burn the city down and burn innocent people to death?
Even among those who would be burned would be the victims, the Red Humans?
It was nothing more than destruction. Sure, it might be fun, but it wasn’t a productive act that would inherently make anything better, but rather an act of destruction driven by impulse.
Personally, I wasn’t a fan.
But is the reason important when something much larger than that is about to happen? It was mentioned quite a bit.
“Hatred. Isn’t it?”
As if he had read Oliver’s mind, Unbending Knee added, even though Oliver hadn’t said anything.
“I. Lost. Everything. My tribe. My blood. Was. Cut. Off.”
The scene where the Burnt had been summoned flashed through Oliver’s mind. The scene of the ritual where everyone had died.
“Why. Shouldn’t. I. Want. The end. Of all. Things?”
Having lost everything, Unbending Knee claimed that he would destroy everything.
It was such a simple reason, but it was hard to refute because of that.
Maybe it was because of the emotion that he radiated.
An emotion that was so vivid and intense that it seemed beautiful.
Oliver found it hard to deny the emotion itself. So he approached it from a different angle.
“······I understand what you mean, but why do you think I would accept such a proposal?”
“You. Will. Accept.”
Oliver faltered at that answer, which was more than certain. He would accept.
“At. First. I. Didn’t. Understand. Either. That. You. Would. Be. Persuaded. If. I. Said. This.”
Persuaded. It seemed like there was someone behind Unbending Knee.
Oliver reflexively thought of Puppet.
After all, he was the one who had taken away the prince candidate that Oliver had been fighting.
Oliver wondered why Puppet was so sure that he would accept such a ridiculous proposal. And why Unbending Knee was so sure as well.
“You. Will. Know. Once. You. See.”
“What do you mean?”
Oliver’s shadow twitched.
Oliver gave the shadow an order and calmed it down along with his emotions.
Very, very carefully. Then, Unbending Knee declared.
“I. Will. Become. The prince. The prince. From. The eschatology. I. Will. Become. That.”
“······.”
“I. Will. Punish. This world. Filled. With. Evil. With. My own. Hands. Before. The world. Forgets. I. Will. Open. The gates. Of hell. And. End. It. Even. If. I. Have. To. Steal. The authority. And. Force. It. Into. My body!”
The voice of the corpse grew louder and louder, and soon cold blood and flesh splattered out.
A gruesome sight. However, in that gruesome sight, Oliver felt a shock that struck his brain and an intense temptation.
“The prince. From. The eschatology. Only. One! I. Will. Become. That prince. Then- Pow!!”
The voice grew louder and louder. The vocal cords reached their limit. As the two elements combined, more blood and flesh spilled onto the floor than before, and the neck of the former prince candidate was completely mangled.
To the point where it could no longer be used.
Fortunately, he had already heard what Unbending Knee wanted.
As proof, Unbending Knee no longer made any gestures.
He didn’t sign or bring in a new corpse, but simply looked at Oliver.
Once again, a heavy and dense silence pressed down on the surroundings.
The difference from before was that Oliver could feel the weight and density as well.
It was that important of a proposal to Oliver. No, it was important because it was Oliver.
Click. Click. Click.
As the silence became too intense and he began to hear hallucinations, the sound of the second hand moving rang out. Only after the clicking sound had rung out dozens of times was Oliver able to open his mouth.
“I have a condition.”
Unbending Knee answered in sign language.
[Speak.]
***
“What happened here?”
Mero, the captain of the city guards of Empty City.
“They’re both extremely dangerous, and they’ve done considerable damage to us, proving my point,” he said, watching the retreating monsters and zealots.
Two of the military vehicles they had brought had been destroyed, and eight of his men had been injured, including one of the acolytes of the Swan Sect who had been serving as their guide.
He had been brutally murdered, his body riddled with stakes, axes, and saws, as if he had been punished like a traitor in the most gruesome way possible.
But Mero was not concerned with that.
He had two questions. The first was why the monsters of the Cursed Lands had only attacked his men and not the zealots of the Swan Sect.
No one had pointed it out at the time because they had been too preoccupied, but it was strange.
The monsters of the Cursed Lands attacked everyone equally, whether they were from Empty City or the Swan Sect. That was why they had served as a sort of border.
However, the monsters had not attacked the zealots during the recent attack.
In fact, they had even seemed to be cooperating with them, however awkwardly.
This was a fact that could potentially affect the existence of Empty City.
But that was not all that was bothering him.
“We still haven’t been able to contact them. Something must have happened,” one of his men, Jorge, reported, showing him a silent communication device.
It was a communication device that had been set to the same frequency as the one they had given to Dave, the troubleshooter from Landa, and as Jorge had said, it was silent.
They had obviously agreed to send word as soon as they arrived, whether there was a candidate for asylum or not. But there had been no word.
He wondered what had happened, but it did not seem likely that the dark magician who had beaten Captain Hook in front of everyone had gotten into so much trouble that he could not even make contact.
Perhaps something else had distracted him, but that was also hard to imagine.
Considering the reputation of Dave, the troubleshooter from Landa, and Jack’s judgment of people, it was unlikely that he would simply abandon his task.
But then again, it was not like he could read his mind.
As if they had the same idea, Mero’s men looked at him, asking what they should do with their eyes.
Whether they should assume that something had happened and retreat, or whether they should go and check, even if it was dangerous.
He did not hesitate for long.
Could they really go back without accomplishing anything? Especially now, when the security of Empty City was at stake?
Mero kept an eye on his surroundings as he loaded the remaining men into the remaining vehicles and headed for the village ahead, ready to respond immediately.
The engine roared fiercely due to the rough battle, but fortunately, they were able to reach the village safely.
Leaving only the minimum number of men who could move, the rest, led by Mero, entered the village.
It was a ghost town with no sign of life. And that was where Mero soon found Dave.
He was sitting in a chair next to a corpse, lost in thought.
Perhaps it was his imagination, but his expressionless face seemed to be smiling.
A twisted smile that mixed cowardice with self-righteousness.
Just as he was about to ask what had happened, Dave raised his hand.
“The prince who requested asylum died before I arrived. We were too late.”
Mero did not know how to react.
It was hard enough to accept that he had failed so miserably, but Dave’s lack of emotion made it impossible to tell if he was telling the truth.
“But I did hear the intentions of the Swan Sect.”
“?”
“The Swan Sect has no intention of harming Empty City. They promised.”
At that moment, Mero felt as if he had glimpsed a tiny bit of Dave’s otherwise inscrutable emotions.
His words were sincere. Twistedly sincere.