Not as good as Zepes, but Riorg is honestly weak too. To me, there's not much difference between them, and they're just fifty steps and a hundred steps. But the enthusiasm with which they risked their lives to use their origin magic is something I can appreciate.
It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what magical warfare is. It's a good idea to have a look at the small buds that are in the hearts of the founder's parents.
You're not nearly ready to risk your life, but that's okay. I'm willing to give you a chance to get out of it.
I said as I walked towards a place.
'Chance...?'
Yeah. You're not gonna have a chance to...
I drew a magic circle on Zepes's eraser. When I thrust my hand into the center of it and grabbed it up tightly, the body of Zepes appeared there. However, unlike the time of , its flesh was rotten.
''What.....what is this magic....? What the hell is this evil magic power...?
'Is this your first time? This is a spell called "Igloom". To put it simply, it's something that raises dead people as rotten dead (zombies).
"Nonsense... it's moving... it's moving... it's dead and it's moving like the living...! You're a monster?
What, it's not so great. It's really quite simple magic.
Zepes, who has sluggishly risen as a rotten dead (zombie), walks towards Riorg. His eyes are dark and stagnant, and drool is dripping from his mouth.
''Oh, ahhh! Ouch ... ouch ... ouch ... ouch ... my brother why did you kill ... why did you kill me? ... my brother... why...
"....don't come here ....you walk away ....
Without a moment's hesitation, Riorg unleashes the Demon Thunder (Demond) on Zepes.
''Yikes!''
The black lightning shot at Zepes was instantly enveloped in black flames. It was burned up by his .
''What...! How is it that Zepes's 'Gresde' is the same as my 'Demon Thunder'...
That's what it's called, Yggulum. Those who are enchanted gain immense magical power. In return, he will be consumed by the hatred he felt when he was killed and the pain of his unhealed wounds.
Riorg raises an eyebrow.
'....You want Zepes to kill me....
There is no greater humiliation than being beaten by my brother, who was proud of being a pureblood and looked down on me.
Riorg must have thought that I used to mock him.
'Unfortunately, I'm not in such bad taste. I told you I'd take my chances.
...What are the chances?
I told you. I told you that you have the wrong idea of power. You can't get away with it. You need to change your mind about your brother's uselessness.
Riorg said to me as he carefully distanced himself from Zepes.
'I've changed my mind, so what do you mean?
'Do you need to tell everyone? Acknowledge your brother, and then together, join forces and come at me.
W....what...what...?
Apparently, he appears to be quite surprised. As far as I'm concerned, Riorg, who had no concept of joining forces, probably had no idea of relying on his brother.
He must have been able to see him, who had turned into a rotten dead (zombie), as nothing more than an enemy.
''Don't pull a joke on me! You said that those who have been turned into zombies will fret about the hatred they feel when they are killed! He said the pain of unhealed wounds tormented him. There's no way a man like that can keep his sanity!
Oh, yes. Eternal agony of hell. You'd be better off dead. But--
I said as I confronted him with a fact that Riorg was not aware of.
'Still, it's what brothers do to get along,'
Wha...?
Come on. Come on. Show me what it's like to be brothers. Come on, join forces, both of you.
Are you... are you...? Isn't the least we can do is to kill them rather than live as rotten zombies?
'That's just running away from your own comfort zone. Believe it. Brotherhood. There must have been a time in your life when you could have been an older brother and a younger brother without worrying about your place in the world.
Riorg frowned and snorted.
Hmm. You're not going to tell me there's no time for that.
'I hate ... hate ... kill ... kill ... kill ...' ...!
Zepes mutters deliriously and summons jet black flames in his hand.
I'll kill you...!
As Zepes' resentment burns, the in his hands burns fiercely. If he eats that thing properly, Riorg will not be able to survive.
''Well, what do we do now? We'll just have to make up for it.
I thought to myself, "If we push it this far, it should awaken the bond between the brothers.
''I'm sorry, but that thing and I have never done anything brotherly before.
'Don't be a spoiled brat! Then let's be friends from now on. Let's get rid of all the hate in the world. Call him now. Call me your brother's name. Reunite with him in an instant. Demonstrate brotherhood now, or you will die!
The magical flame that has turned into a giant fireball is about to be unleashed on Riorg.
But I know that the bond between the brothers is stronger than anything else. But I know that the bond between brothers is stronger than anything else. In the age of mythology, there were demons who wanted to protect their brothers and siblings, even if they had turned into zombies.
As time went on, the demons may have become weak.
The magic formula may have been reduced to a lower dimension, and magic may have degenerated.
But the bond of brotherhood does not change.
'I told you to call them!
At that moment, Riolg shouted as if he had made up his mind.
''Oooh, ze, zepeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
went straight to Riorg, and then he was wrapped in black flames without a second thought.
Riorg has been turned into an extinguishing coal.
'Hmm.'
Is this what the bond between brothers in this era was like?
'The practical test is now over. The successful candidate, Anos Voldigord, will move to the Great Mirror Room.
An owl's voice echoes from above.
The Great Mirror Room is right outside the arena. After confirming that the magic barrier has been lifted, I turn back to the doorway I came from.
'Ahhhh ... wait ... ouch ... ouch ... ouch ... ....kill....kill....
'Oops. I forgot.
He turns around and looks at Zepes, who has turned into a rotten dead (zombie). As expected, it would be pathetic if I didn't do something about it.
<I'm going to use the "Revive (Ingal)" and break the rotting-death transformation. In the meantime, I've also brought Riorg back to life.
"If you kill them at all, they will die, and even if they are turned into rotten dead (zombies), they will lose their minds, they are such a pain in the ass!
Liorg and Zepes looked at me as if they wanted to say something, but they didn't say a word. I'm sure it was too good to be true.
Goodbye. I'll be back when I'm stronger. I'll deal with you any time.
With that said, he leaves the arena.
''I'm not going to do it again you monster...''
Such a voice was put on my back.
As the owl told me, I come to the large mirror room. It's a room with several mirrors bigger than the figurehead. There were already many demons inside. Roughly about a hundred people. They must be those who had passed the practical test.
There was a familiar face among them.
''Yo, Misha.''
The girl turns around, her long platinum blonde hair swaying softly.
'For someone who said she wasn't very good at fighting, it looks like you've passed the practical test.
...happened to be....
Misha says so, but as expected, he wouldn't be able to pull off five by accident. It's not surprising that he or she might be more competent than Zepes or Riorg.
By the way, what happened after this?
I think I heard about it, but I don't remember it because I wasn't particularly interested in it.
'If you pass the practical test, you'll be admitted. The rest is a magic test and aptitude test.
So all these people in here are going to be classmates?
I take a quick look around. But something is wrong. No one is trying to make eye contact with me.
The moment our gazes met, some of them turned away, as if they were frightened.
''What?'' They're shy, aren't they?
"...I don't think so...
But he won't even make eye contact.
He's scared of the magic of Anos.
What do you mean?
"Yggulum.
I see.
'If you know that, then Misha was in the audience?
Misha shook her head with a blank expression.
'Those who pass will get to see the exam.
Misha said this and pointed to the large mirror in front of her.
So that's what it is, I've come to terms with it.
The large mirror in this room is enchanted with a far-sightedness that reflects every place in Delzogade. Misha was watching my practical test through the large mirror of the distant view.
I'm not sure I can solve the problem of being frightened of the 'rotten death' (igurum), though. I don't think it's much magic.
Misha is staring at my face with a blank expression.
'....Is it terrible?
Kokoro, Misha nodded.
'By the way, let me ask you, how bad is it?'
Misha stares and thinks without changing her expression.
''.......Demon Foreign Magic...''
Haha. Haha, again. Of all the magic you have in your possession, is the healthier one.
A brisk voice came out.
'.......'
Misha thought long and hard again and said in a small voice.
'I take it back,'
I know, right?
I don't mean magic. I mean, Anos is the devil.
That was just a joke.
I immediately corrected him. A few lies would be unavoidable rather than suffer the stigma of being a devil's outcast.
To begin with, he had just been reincarnated and didn't understand one of the values of this era at the moment.
''Good.''
They believed me, so I patted my chest with a breeze.
'But Misha doesn't scare you, does she?
I'm not afraid of anything.
That's a surprising line.
'You've got more guts than you think.
Normal.
It's certainly hard to imagine Misha speaking so matter-of-factly and being scared. It could be said to be a blur, but she must have a personality that is not afraid of things.
When I was thinking about that, an owl flew over.
''We will now measure your magic power. Please line up in front of the magic crystal. After the measurement, we will move to the next room and conduct an aptitude test.''
A magic crystal? It's a magic tool I've never heard of.
There was no way to measure magic power in the mythical era to begin with.
Apparently, it's not all degenerate things.
''So where are those magic crystals?''
This way.
Misha started to walk away and I followed him.
The other examiners seemed to know the location, and after a while, several lines began to form. Apparently, there were a number of magic crystals and measurements were being taken at each location.
Let's take a look at them. The magic crystal was a huge purple crystal that was set with a large mirror. It seems that when you touch the crystal, it detects the magic power, and the results are reflected on the large mirror.
''126.''
"218.
98.
145.
The owl in front of the large mirror is talking numbers. That's the magic power it measures. The magic power that could only be known by the skin sensation can be quantified, it has become a convenient time.
The magic power measurement comes out in a few seconds. The queue progressed in no time at all, and then it was Misha's turn.
''Good luck.
"...and the result is the same...
It's true that your magic power doesn't increase or decrease when you work hard?
''Well, but good luck with that.''
Misha stares at me with a blank expression.
''.....hmm....
She replied and touched the magic crystal.
A few seconds later, the result appeared on the large mirror.
''100246.''
I couldn't help but be impressed. So far, the numbers have been mostly in the triple digits, but over ten thousand. Misha seems to have a better talent for magic than I thought.
''That's amazing, Misha.''
When I complimented her on that, she looked down, perhaps a little embarrassed.
''.....Anos is even more amazing...?''
Yeah.
Saying that, I touched the magic power crystal. This is my first experience with measuring magic power, but how much will it really be?
Perhaps I'll cross the billion mark. If that happens, the dullards of this era will have to understand that I am indeed the founder.
''Zero.''
At the same time as the owl said it, the magic crystal shattered into pieces with a bashful sound.
''The measurement is over. Please proceed to the aptitude test.''
Hmm. You don't seem to be too concerned about the fact that the magic crystal was broken.
''With that being said, I don't think there can be zero...''
That won't work magic. 'It's obvious when you think about it,' said the owl.
'Your measurements are complete. Please proceed to the aptitude test.
Nah, that's a useless errand boy.
Demons only follow orders.
Misha said.
'Well, looks like it.'
Misha stares at me.
'What's wrong?'
"...I've never seen...
What?
'Where the magic is so strong that it breaks the magic crystal.
Oh, I see.
After applying my magical eye to the fragment of the magic crystal and analyzing its structure, it seems that it reacts to the magical power of the person it touches and enlarges the crystal. They measured how much the volume of the crystal had increased and converted it into a number.
However, when it reaches a certain level of magical power, it exceeds the limit, and instead of increasing in volume, it shatters into pieces due to a violent magical reaction. I thought I had created something useful, but it would be impossible to measure my magic power with this.
''Why don't you just pretend it's not zero, but unmeasurable?''
I can't.
Why?
"Magic crystals are unbreakable.
It's broken.
Closing her mouth for a moment, Misha said matter-of-factly.
'Anos is substandard.'
But Misha knows that, doesn't he?
I'm good with the magic eye. Others can't.
Does this mean that the others can't know that the magic crystal was broken because the magic power was too strong?
Besides, it seems that this entrance exam is left up to the messenger.
It's a good thing that the messenger can only do what they are ordered to do, and they are not very good at dealing with a broken magic crystal. The best they can do is to get you a new one.
The fact that my magic power is zero and the destruction of the magic crystal are considered to be unrelated.
''It's understandable to those who can understand. But it's mostly impossible.
Good grief. It would have been nice if the academy had decent people in the academy, but I guess they didn't expect that someone with enough magic power to destroy the magic crystal in the entrance exam would come.
But the story of the Demon King's founder reincarnating would have been told, though. Misha had also said that this was the first time he'd seen it, and perhaps it was assumed that the magic crystal would never be broken in the first place.
That's probably because the magic eye of the demon race in this era is vulnerable. If one looked into the abyss well, they would have found that if they exceeded a certain amount of magic power, the magic crystal would be destroyed.
Or had he decided that even the Demon King Anos couldn't possibly have such substandard magical power?
If that's the case, then I've been licked too, haven't I?
However, it's not very popular to get hung up on just a few numbers, is it?
It's not like my magic power has decreased.
Well, now that Misha understands, let's call it a day.
Yeah?
Oh. Thanks.
Misha said after a blank look of thought.
'You're welcome,'
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