Drug-Eating Genius Mage
Chapter 64

The purple fog that spreads all over the basement is still there.

However, unlike the time when he couldn’t even see what was ahead, Lennok’s eyes began to see through more things.

The structure of the magic barrier. As soon as I went beyond the essence of the purple fog that covered my eyes and wondered about its contents, the shadow of the answer naturally peeped out.

A stall in the distance ahead and the figure of someone sitting there.

And it was distinctly different from the old man he knew.

“………”

However, the fog cleared and what appeared was the old man’s face, the same as the last time.

The old man, who had been looking up at Lennok’s face with a smoking pipe on, grinned, revealing yellow teeth.

“Oh who is this?”

“Long time no see.”

“A familiar face has arrived. Please have a seat.”

“………”

I thought that the treatment would be different since my reputation had definitely increased from the last time I came, but I never thought it would be this blatant.

The look of the old man pulling out a decent chair from the back of the stall and providing a seat for Lennok was snobbish.

It’s amazing that even though he’s being so blatant, he doesn’t feel so nasty.

Lennok laughed and sat down on the chair the old man had brought him.

“I’ve been listening to the rumors of our mage since before.”

The old man’s eyes lit up as he rubbed his hands together.

“I recognized you at a glance from the first time I came here. That you will become a very competent person who can make money with your outstanding talent…!”

“….Is that so?”

Apparently, in the past, he was still dead or alive, and he seemed to be giving instructions.

As if that appearance was Lennok’s illusion, the old man’s attitude is extremely polite.

“If you’re making that much money, wouldn’t it be a bad thing to cultivate your own hobbies? I have set aside some very nice items for you. It’s full of things that would be crazy for friends who like the beginning of the year.”

As the old man said that, he started rummaging through the tightly packed shelves at the back of the newsstand.

“Don’t talk too long. See you once.”

Along with the horse, the old man began to set down well over a dozen various items on the stall.

From brown, black, or dark green colors, to long candles as long as smoking pipes or thick and hard objects like cigars, I could see them.

“Then let me tell you what these objects are for.”

After putting the items down, the old man began to briefly explain them by pointing to them one by one.

Strengthen muscle strength, concentrate mind, increase physical strength… All of them temporarily dope the user’s mind and body, and instead cause a rebound later.

He knew exactly what type of drug Lennok wanted.

Some of them intrigued him in a really novel way.

The old man also noticed Lennok’s gaze like a ghost and quickly picked up the object and continued his explanation.

A black filter in a dark reddish brown body. It is an unusual beginning of the year with gold in between.

“It’s called Double Scarlet. You have very good eyesight. As the name suggests, this is quite a fun thing.”

“……..”

“Depending on how it is absorbed, it provides two completely different effects. While rolling the smoke in your mouth, the simplicity makes your five senses more sensitive, but when you light it and inhale deeply into your lungs…” The

old man grinned.

“You’ll feel the blood rushing backwards.”

In short, isn’t it a tobacco that produces different effects depending on the difference between external and internal tobacco? Even Lennok thought it was a novel idea.

Since it is a civilization with developed techniques, is this kind of doping system created?

“Actually, this is an item used by psychics rather than magicians or warriors like you. Since the correlation between mana and psychic powers is not clear, many psychics cannot replace a way to strengthen their senses or physical abilities.”

This stuff can make a very good partner for such friends.

“Would you like to try one and decide?”

“…I want to see the other items as well.”

The money Lennok brought for this visit was 20 million cells.

Considering that people usually purchase dozens of packs at a time, Lennok was really willing to touch even items that had hundreds of thousands of cells in one pack.

‘Even if I can’t gain the upper hand with my physical abilities, I need to reduce the number of things that hinder me in future fights.’

It is natural to meet a stronger opponent the more you want.

As Lennok’s fame and ransom goes up, the requests that come to him also become more difficult and difficult than they are now.

Cashburn has been of great help in making Lennox’s range of activities no different from that of other ordinary people, but now that alone is not enough.

At least, he should have been able to acquire that level of physical ability just by doping.

don’t ask for much

After all, even attempting close combat would be a loss with Lennok’s jumbled motor nerves.

To the extent that it helps to move even a little while suppressing pain during battle.

Lennok knew perfectly well how precious the little moments spent on the move were.

‘I have to be careful about the side effects of taking it… It’s difficult.’

If the effect is good, the side effects are strong, and conversely, if the side effects are weak, the effect is not as good.

The items that both can pack are small in quantity or conversely, the price is exorbitant.

Rather than taking care of various functions, it was best to choose one effect that Lennok wanted and choose an item with as few side effects as possible.

In the end, what Lennok chose after much consideration was two types of tobacco, called Double Scarlet and Feather Fall, which the old man had recommended.

It makes the body feel light when inhaled and at the same time has the main doping effect, so it is said to be one of the banned drugs openly used among track and field athletes.

It’s questionable whether pumping a little agility like this can be used in actual combat… but at least it’s better than extreme painkillers like Defiler-2.

There are many things I felt from my battle with Beck Clinton.

No, in fact, what Lennok was doing now was, after all, preparation for dealing with superhumans specialized in such physical abilities.

It was because I wanted to somehow avoid the fact that this fragile body was holding my ankle at the decisive moment of victory or defeat.

Of course, I am acutely aware of the fact that I can’t solve the fundamental problem with just this.

Wouldn’t it be possible to look to tomorrow only when we win immediate victory?

At least for Lennok, there is no victory less than defeat.

This precarious tightrope walk would only be established under the premise that Lennok would end all coming battles with victory.

I almost fell a few times so far, as if things don’t go my way, but I’ve been holding up well so far.

“You have a complex face.”

The old man, who was packing cigarettes in a case, glanced up at Lennok and said.

“There must be circumstances for a talented mage like you to replace something like this. I understand.”

“……”

“But you know? These are not things that can be simply dismissed as medicines and passed on. Rather, it is a product that is like a balloon inflated by selecting only one positive effect of medicine. If you take the wrong dose…”

Bang! The old man with his arms wide open smiled coldly.

“Be careful. I want you to come back in good shape next time.”

The attitude of even showing servility at the beginning is nowhere to be found, and he thinks his business is over, so he changes his face completely.

Even that seemed to the old man nothing more than entertainment.

Instead of replying, Lennok smiled and left the orchard.

Because I knew now that nothing was as pointless as spending time thinking about what an old man had said.

What he warned wasn’t empty, but it wasn’t really because he was worried about Lennok.

I just want to see his reaction for the pleasure of the moment, so I change my attitude and test his reaction.

Maybe that’s the best way to survive in this city.

Lennok, who was rummaging through the tobacco cases in his bag, immediately took out one and asked.

double scarlet.

Unlike Feather Fall, which was purchased for intensive use during combat, it is a product that was decided and selected as a substitute for cash burn.

I thought it was time for a change, even if it was because of my resistance to drugs, but when I thought of leaving Cashburn and completely switching to something new, my mind became complicated.

Will my body ever get worse than it is now? Could it be that it interferes with your daily life?

It’s a trivial yet awkward worry. At the time of escaping the factory, he had never thought about it or had to worry about it.

However, from Lennok’s point of view, who now has more things in his hands, they are things that can only be thought of naturally.

“………”

Are you afraid of change? Wrong.

Ever since he opened his eyes in this world, Lennok’s feelings have always been unfamiliarity and fear.

So don’t hesitate.

The more he sees the happy families around the botanical garden, the colder Lennok’s expression becomes.

I was used to being alone.

Lennok’s body quickly disappears among the people.

Clue

again area 40.

This place is full of nightlife and clubs.

Room at Learta Club.

Lennok found Raoul and briefly explained what had happened.

Intervention of city government agents. A terrorist organization, Falshion, where black magicians joined hands with the slush fund held by Senator Reisen.

These are big problems that cannot be easily overlooked.

It was difficult to tell specifically about the operation in progress, but it was not difficult to tell how much progress had been made.

“That’s what happened…”

Raoul, who had been listening to Lennok’s story with a serious expression, nodded.

His worried expression looked much older than before.

“It is not an easy problem to solve. The head of the warlocks over there… His name was Craig. Especially since that man joined hands with Falchion.”

“I know what kind of place Palchion is.”

The terrorist organization Palcion is well known to the citizens of Balkan, enough to say that Raul himself heard the name.

Wanderers who roam unexplored areas without staying in one city.

It is one of the most dangerous hazards to be aware of for those planning an inter-city trip to a strange place where criminals who make a living by looting and killing have perfected their mega-organizations.

In particular, Zaun Odis, the leader of Falchion, is a well-known celebrity in the Deep Web, and a high-risk criminal whose risk level is equivalent to a Class A wanted order.

Seeing Raoul’s complicated expression, Lennok waited patiently for an answer.

Wanting to somehow preserve the reputation of the warlocks, he entrusted the task to Lennok, but the moment he joined hands with Falchion over there, it was already out of their hands.

Considering the recent oppression against the black magicians belonging to the Buyeo faction, he would not be able to go out without haste, so he would not be able to do anything on his own.

In the end, the choice Raul can make is fixed.

Either give up and wait for the situation to end, or actively cooperate with the city government to somehow replace a way to survive in the Balkans after the checkpoint.

As an elder, leading a faction, he didn’t have to say which option he would choose.

“…..follow me.”

Raul stood up from his seat with a determined face.

Lennox followed without a word.

After passing through a hallway filled with various items, the place we arrived at was a large warehouse that was written as a furnishings room.

Originally, it would have been made for the use of the staff who manage the rooms, but when you open the warehouse door, what appears is an unknown space filled with colorful ropes.

A flow subtly different from the negative magic power that filled the hallway.

Before Raoul could tell, Lennok noticed the secret of this space.

‘You reversed the barrier technique and unfolded it. Is it to protect the outer space from the contents inside? This is rather…’

It looks more like a sealing ceremony.

As if to support Lennok’s guess, Raul’s mouth opened.

“I put things that are dangerous to put outside separately and put them here. It would have been really difficult if the club hadn’t helped.”

As I went deeper into the warehouse, all sorts of bizarre things caught my eye.

A wooden box covered in blood A necklace made of wriggling fingers A crystal ball made of blackened eyes…

Maybe it’s magic that uses negative magic powered by negative emotions, so the artifacts created that way are all far from aesthetic.

Although they claim to have a moderate inclination of the non-combat line, they are also undeniably black magicians.

‘…In many ways, he’s not the type I want to be close to.’

It’s not just a matter of mood, things like this tend to eat away at the owner’s psyche and become distracted.

It was meaningless to those who had a transcendent resistance to spell designation like Lennok, but it was natural for them to be reluctant.

“You’re all here.”

The innermost corner of the warehouse.

A man’s forearm is neatly stored in a large glass box.

A ring worn on the ring finger of her bony, swarthy right hand.

Although the transparent red crystal is a rough shape that can be seen at a glance, the magic that exudes from it is so heterogeneous that even Lennok could not easily overlook it.

It was hard and finely tuned jewel-like momentum, completely different from anything he had ever seen or remembered.

It seems to represent the image contained in the ring as it is.

I knew it as soon as I saw it.

Legacy of a very old wizarding family.

That the treasure Raoul had mentioned was a ring now in front of his eyes.

“It’s not like I promised, but I’m handing this over to you now.”

“There is something you want.”

“That’s right. I just listened to you and made my decision.”

Raoul’s black eyes shone with determination.

“I will cooperate with the city hounds. Can you help me get in touch with them?”