<The Demon Lord of the Swordsmanship Family Chapter 73>
Christopher William gazed at the red twilight outside the private jet window, recalling the words of his master.
“Amazing! I can’t believe such magic can exist. The array, the formula, even the single line of magic—everything is entirely new. Excellent! Perfect!! I can hardly believe it even though I’ve seen it.”
“They called it ‘Apocalypse,’ right? Destruction! What could this signify… an ideology? A concept? A society? Countless meanings are hidden within this single name. The name itself is perfect!”
“Park Ki-hyuk. The youngest of the famous ‘Sword Master’ household representing Korea. A magician emerging from a warrior’s family, hmm? This is intriguing. A patient with Mana Deficiency Syndrome. Ah! Now I recall why his name seemed familiar—he was a patient with Mana Deficiency Syndrome. Oh, perhaps this ‘Destruction’ could be a mockery toward a world that failed to recognize his true potential. Quite chillingly interesting.”
“William, you should meet Park Ki-hyuk, and discuss this Apocalypse with him. Do not forget to politely inquire if he might visit the United States when possible.”
His master, who had always met the achievements of others with a scornful attitude, even boasting about being the best in magic—this same master praised this magic.
He even praised it extravagantly.
William was astonished to see his master in such a state.
And at the same time…
He felt unpleasant.
Crack!
The wine glass shattered. The glass shards naturally should have fallen but instead trembled in the air.
Suddenly, a flame spirit in the shape of a snake appeared, swallowing all the glass shards in one gulp.
William quietly observed the spirit of fire. A spirit he created—exclusively ‘for himself.’
Yes, this is the true sorcery and magic.
“It’s not something created by that puny little thing…”
“I am the real deal.”
I represent the future of magic.
William’s eyes sparkled with ugly jealousy.
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Meanwhile, another private jet heading toward Korea.
Rosaria was conducting research in her specially designated research cabin.
“Connect this here… decompose this side… skip this…”
The subject of her research was the ‘artificial spirit gem.’
More precisely, the ‘Lock(Lock)’ inscribed within the artificial spirit gem.
A type of signature magic practitioners carve into their inventions to protect them.
“It’s done. Now if I erase this… yup, as expected.”
Naturally, unless the originator, one should not even attempt to undo it or it’s impossible.
Common sense dictates not even trying, but Rosaria had refused such common sense and persisted with her obsession with the artificial spirit gem for almost a month now.
“Almost done. Just a little more, and it’ll be done.”
You should be able to endure this!
When an artificial spirit is implanted into a gem, a spirit gem is created.
Do you know how much magical knowledge is hidden in this single explanation?
In simple terms, it’s the ‘artificial spirit’ created not by nature but by humans.
This is high-castle technology. Along with ‘Drug Shock,’ it supports the western American ‘Palaces.’
Moreover, injecting living spirits into objects is one of the core technologies used in the famous ‘Night Armor.’ Thanks to this, Night Armor has become more compatible with mana than any other War Armor.
A higher level of ‘self’ like a spirit is included, too.
There are several other technologies all concealed here in this small, charming artificial spirit gem.
In other words, if this artificial spirit gem is unraveled, all these technologies would become Rosaria’s own.
This is irresistible!
I have to do something about it!
She ruthlessly dissected the arrangement of mana one by one. A task more labor-intensive than research. She had been locked up in a small room for a whole month—nearly a month—working on this.
Finally, the results came within sight.
“Last one. Just the hexagram, and it’ll be solved.”
She swallowed her saliva and picked up the tweezers.
The tweezers glowed blue as mana was infused, and Rosaria focused all her energy on the edge of the hexagram magic circle.
At that moment…
Crackle…
The artificial spirit gem began to crack.
The breakdown had begun.
“Ahh!!!”
The worst scenario.
I must stop it! I must stop it no matter what!
Rosaria threw the tweezers aside and rushed to fix the issues. Her hands moved so fast, powered by mana, they were hardly visible to the n*ked eye.
Still, the breakdown continued. Realizing that this wouldn’t work, Rosaria summoned her War Armors.
“Ugh!”
Mechanical arms emerging from the air also aided in the chaos as the research lab turned into a battlefield.
As her hands moved hurriedly,
The mana-freezing device, set to maximum output long ago, buzzed loudly.
Just as sweat dropped from Rosaria’s chin.
“Ah!!”
The shivering lines of the hexagram shifted.
The lines forming the star wavered briefly before finding their positions.
The newly carved sign on the artificial spirit gem was…
An “X”.
Failure, or “No way.”
In Park Ki-hyuk’s terms, it was a ”
