The Book Eating Magician - chapter-284
At Nagma Riverbank, the armies of the two powers faced each other again
approximately one month after the engagement on Karul Plains.
Unlike before, this area was too narrow for a full-scale war. Therefore,
the commanders of both armies advanced by selecting ~20,000–30,000
troops respectively. The beasts of the land, as well as the birds, had
all fled. Thousands of troops moved as one, shaking the ground with their
steps and the air with their shouts.
Kung! Kung! Kung!
There was a magnificent drumming sword as the horses moved and the swords
flashed brightly. The blades deflected the noon sunlight, and their
Indeed, they were the empire of swords.
However, the Meltor army that opposed them were also tough. The victory
their hero had gained at Dofun Castle had ignited a fighting spirit in
them; its influence on the battlefield wasn’t lacking at all.
‘Not bad,’ Orta judged as he moved at the forefront on his horse.
‘Thanks to Theodore, the number of shields has been significantly
reduced. Of course, we can’t afford to install a tactical magic circle
here, but this level is worth a try.’
The Andras army had lost a few of their titanium shields, which were the
annoying things that greatly reduced the destructive power of a magician.
So, a gap had appeared. If Meltor attacked that spot, they could sweep
away at least 5,000 people.
As the distance between the two armies decreased by half, Orta calculated
it in his head. If the reins of the horse were shaken, they could cover
that distance within 30 seconds.
The two commanders raised their hands in the air.
“Charge from the first row―!”
“Raise the flag of fire! Wipe out all of the enemies!”
The knights emerged from the Andras camp, while fire and lightning flew
from the rear of the Meltor camp. It was already too late to turn the
horses around. The bombardment poured down. The knights abandoned the
retreat, gathering aura around their body and rushing forward.
It was a showdown between the knights’ breakthrough and the
The sound of horseshoes drew near. Then a ball of fire fell from the sky,
burning one horse and a knight in armor. The knight’s body was turned
to charcoal. He couldn’t even scream, only letting out smoke.
This was a firepower that even the specially treated armor couldn’t
endure. It was a simple magic spell amplified by the magic power of a 5th
circle magician. Lightning boiled the brains of a knight, while fire
pillars burned half a dozen knights at once.
In a moment, a hundred cavalrymen were turned into lumps of charcoal.
Nevertheless, there were dozens of survivors. They had seared skin and
burned lungs, but the group of knights came to the front of the Meltor
They fell from their dying horses and used the last of their strength to
swing their aura blades. Their bodies were already half dead, but their
souls were still attached, so their auras responded to their request.
It was truly a mad loyalty! As the Meltor soldiers took a step back, the
blades in the knights’ hands flashed.
Several bodies lost their heads and collapsed. Bloody rain fell from the
sky, while the knights attacked again.
However, the magic soldiers blocked them.
“Don’t back down! Fight the opponents!”
“Stand firm! For one minute—no, 30 seconds!”
It was a fearful decision to ignore the threshold of life and death, even
if the knights were in the worst condition. Somehow, the magic soldiers
had to receive the sword, even if it meant self-destruction. They
didn’t fight to win. Instead, they concentrated on hanging on. The
magic soldiers were able to do that, even if they were relatively lacking
in combat power.
The real test came with the 2nd row of the Andras army.
From then on, the command system was meaningless at the forefront.
Destruction magic fell toward the enemy from the sky, while the soldiers
were drunk on madness and killed the enemies who came before them.
They stabbed their spears until they couldn’t feel anything, then they
lay on the ground, with blood dripping from their bodies. This was a
battlefield, a place where human life was trampled on like weeds.
In the middle of this, two men encountered each other.
“We meet again, Rat. For you to not be threatened after our first
match… this isn’t bravery. I have to praise you if you’ve come here
directly as a sacrifice,” the empire’s 3rd Sword, Prince Fermut, said.
He wore a set of luxurious armor and held a sword which shone with a red
light. Clearly, they weren’t ordinary equipment. Orta felt an unknown
energy from the blade, causing him to increase his concentration.
Countermeasures had been devised, but the relationship between the two
people hadn’t changed. When it was the same type, Aura Ability was
absolutely superior to Sorcery. If Orta lost his concentration for even a
moment, his breath would be cut off.
“I thought you were sharp, but I guess it was just a rumor.”
“…Hoh?” Orta met the provocation, “I don’t know what to say to
you, foolish prince. You call Meltor your enemy, but you don’t
understand what a magician is.”
“Don’t you run when disadvantaged?”
“No, we learn from the unknown. In that sense, your surprise attack was
wonderful. If an ally hadn’t arrived at the time, I would’ve died on
The Aura Ability, Refraction, was Orta’s natural enemy. It deflected
any attack, and any unique maneuvers would be blocked. Using an analogy,
it was like cutting the limbs off a knight and putting them on the
Fermut wasn’t an opponent whom Orta could win against without
preparation. However, Orta was different today. He opened his arms wide
and raised his magic power. “Regret it. You should’ve killed me last
“Don’t worry. Today, I will kill you.”
After a few passionate words, a brief silence covered the two masters.
The space between them was bent. Immediately, there were 36 space cuts
aimed at Orta, while Fermut smashed through three attacks.
This was the difference between the two people.
Space magic couldn’t be defended against with normal aura, but Fermut
was different. His aura twisted the three-dimensional space around him to
override physical interference. Its utility was in both attack and
“What is there to learn? There is nothing different from before,
Rat!” Fermut drew his red aura around him like a tail and rushed toward
The principle of Fermut’s Aura Ability was similar to Zest’s, but it
Fermut bent space to shorten the distance he had to move. In some ways,
Fermut’s application of it could be considered close to Shukuchiho.
Narrowing dozens of meters in one breath, Fermut’s red blade distorted
the empty space.
Fermut Style, Refraction Sword.
Break the Seams of Space.
It wasn’t easy to catch Orta when he used Blink, but on the other hand,
it meant it would be easy if Blink was blocked. Fermut’s aura pulled at
the space, causing Orta to stiffen in the air after using Blink.
“Die!” Fermut cried out with a desire for slaughter.
Fermut Style, Refraction Sword.
The sword clearly curved to cut at the neck. The space around Orta’s
neck shrunk. There was no way for Orta to avoid this as his space
movement was blocked. A space cut which couldn’t be blocked with
physical strength… This wasn’t a trick that was used often, so Orta
wouldn’t have known.
However, he did know.
“Bend,” Orta spoke in a voice that couldn’t be heard by anyone.
There was a difference of exactly one inch as the red aura circle took on
a curious shape, and Orta escaped from the noose of death. For Fermut who
had been certain of his victory, this was a bolt out of the blue.
“H-How could you?”
“Over Bound.” Orta’s shockwave hit Fermut’s body that wasn’t
being protected by aura.
Unable to use the power of refraction, Fermut coughed up blood due to the
great damage to his internal organs. “Cough, t-this rat…!”
In the meantime, Orta opened the distance again and ridiculed Fermut,
“Do you feel a sense of crisis now?”
“Don’t be arrogant just because of luck!”
That was a valid rebuttal since the damage wasn’t that big. The
explosion in Fermut’s body calmed down, and aura increased around him.
The place where the blade touched proceeded to distort, twisting and
turning into a whirlpool of chaos. It was a spiral sword which would tear
at anything it touched.
Fermut held it and rushed forward again. ‘I won’t miss this time!’
It had been his mistake to have let go of his aura before, but this time,
his sword would definitely cut that rat’s neck. His fury caused his
blade to become even sharper. Space was bent without any errors, and his
sword extended in a perfect orbit.
Fermut had never been so focused ever since he obtained the
‘Refraction’ ability. So, why didn’t his sword reach its target?
Fermut was hit by another shockwave, and he roared angrily.
“…You!” He shouted with anger and shock in his eyes, “What tricks
are you using, you coward?!”
“Are you calling wisdom cowardice? Indeed, you wouldn’t be able to
understand it with your dumb intelligence. I’ll teach you personally.”
Despite Orta’s ridiculous insults, Fermut listened carefully. It was
possible that the rat had found a weakness in his ability. He would kill
the rat as soon as he heard the story. A large number of large blood
vessels popped up on Fermut’s arm as he desperately suppressed his
Then Orta finally opened his mouth, “It isn’t a big deal. Your Aura
Ability is to ‘bend’ space, not erase or make it. Based on my
observations, I calculated the index of refraction and changed the magic
“―What?” Fermut immediately refuted it with a face that was filled
with fury. “Don’t make me laugh! As a magician, don’t you know the
principles of magic? The density of my refraction is always changing. You
can’t possibly read it in real time and use magic to match it!”
“Ho, it looks like you are slightly better than I thought. That’s
right. It isn’t possible for ordinary magicians,” Orta confirmed and
Then Fermut was surprised by Orta’s unexpected behavior.
Click. Orta untied his mask and removed it. “But I can.”
His exposed features were quite attractive. The wrinkles made his face
more dignified, while the large and small scars covering his cheeks
proved he was a veteran. However, the most unique part was his pair of
“…What are those eyes?” Fermut forgot his anger and asked with
confusion. It was because Orta’s eyes were different from those of
other people. Putting aside the pupil, the whites of the eyes didn’t
Orta’s eyes were recessed in their sockets, embodying the concept of
‘emptiness.’ Anybody who recognized it would be full of praise. They
were eyes that the magicians from the Age of Mythology had yearned for
They were called the Empty Mystic Eyes.
“Well, I don’t know the details either,” as he replied to the
question, Orta touched his eyes and looked back on the distant past.
“One thing is clear. I was born blind, with eyes that were unable to
see. Since childhood, I learned the shape of things using my ears. I was
fortunate to have talent in magic.”
He was downplaying it. Orta was a genius. He solved complicated formulas
in his head, analyzed what wasn’t detectable by sight with his hearing
and touch, and learned everything.
One day, he had hit the ‘wall’ of the 6th circle and lost his way for
a while. He had forgotten the self-confidence which had sustained him in
place of his missing eyes, and he had struggled every day.
“I wasted 10 years.”
The answer to his wall was these pair of eyes that shouldn’t exist.
“I realized it the first moment I saw the world.”
To be honest, he didn’t even care about the 7th circle. He just gazed
at the scenery in front of him. A world that no one could see stretched
“My eyes can penetrate the ‘world.’ I see beyond the three
dimensional walls and gain insight into indescribable concepts.”
“T-This is ridiculous…!”
“Space refraction—I understand it after seeing it once.”
Fermut’s body trembled as he understood what this meant. It meant that
he couldn’t do anything in Orta’s presence. It was no wonder why Orta
was so sure that he wouldn’t die.
Unlike the first unexpected battle, the current Orta could see through
Fermut’s ability. No matter how quickly Fermut changed his refractive
index, it would still be slower than Orta’s movements. It was
impossible for Fermut to gain the advantage in this situation.
Orta was firmly convinced of his superiority and asserted, “The reason
for your defeat is simple. You have abused that power.”
In response to the cold declaration, Fermut poured all his aura into his
sword and shouted, “-Don’t be foolish, talkative magician!”
Born as the successor of the strongest empire in the continent, Fermut
had never tasted frustration. To Fermut, Orta’s declaration was an
insult. Fermut’s patience ran out, and he used a hidden technique that
he hadn’t shown yet. “I won’t leave a single piece of flesh left on
that cheeky body!”
There was a burst of light from the dark red sword.
Fermut Style, Refraction Sword.
Final Hidden Technique.
End of the World.
The space bent all around him, slaughtering anything in its grasp! Even
the 2nd Sword, Zest, admitted that it was wonderful. There was no way a
magician could survive it except by running away.
…No, there was one way.
“You lack the ability to learn. Didn’t I say it was futile?” Within
the whirlwind of bloody aura, Orta walked forward and declared, “This
is the end.”
Orta pointed at Fermut in an expressionless manner, and a brilliant flash
Immediately afterward, a large hole was drilled into the middle of