Drug-Eating Genius Mage

Woo woo woo!!

As I ran down the hallway, the mana of the sound I felt only intensified.

The cramped and elongated space seems to continue endlessly, but at some point, it opens up and reveals a huge underground cavity.

A similar space existed in the basement of the power plant where the gang Cigar Bang was making its base, but it was well three times larger and much more rugged.

Stone dust flying everywhere and construction equipment abandoned in the corner. A hard hat and worn-out gloves.

As soon as he smelled the traces scattered around and the acrid smell wafting through his nose, Lennok immediately realized what the place was originally used for.

‘It must have been a quarry.’

A space created to secure space by digging out stones and to supply building materials at the same time.

Could it be that Falchion had settled here to make use of the workhouse and vacant lot created during this process?

In order to completely eradicate the root of this terrorist organization, it would be quicker to find and burn the materials on the command system and communication security they use… but now there is something more

important than that.

As they raised their magic and quickly swept all directions, I could guess how they used this space to some extent.

The glass-lined command and control room located at the top of the cavity is full of computers that are still running tightly, and the ground is overflowing with sticky magical powers of unknown origin.

‘No, this is… a magic circle.’

Not enough to fill the cavity, a huge magic circle stretched to the feet of Lennok, who had just stepped into the entrance.

Lennok tried to erase it on the spot, but it didn’t disappear even after digging the floor to see if it had already occupied the space and was fixed.

It must have been a work created with great effort over a long period of time, using endowment-type and installation-type magic to the limit.

I could tell from the moment it caught my eye.

This magic circle was the source of the veil that now covered the whole sky of the workhouse.

I didn’t have to worry for a long time.

Lennok immediately raised his right arm without hesitation and swung his mana to the fullest.

Kwaaaaang!!

Spirals of flame extending from two fingers hit the command and control room full of computers.

It was the same with Lennok, who resisted to some extent as if there was a security technique, but did not let go of the magic control.

The two streams of flame he wielded pierced through the glass and set the computers running inside the control room on fire.

‘Perhaps those computers are the basis on which the algorithm of artificial intelligence was built.’

If the magic circle couldn’t be disturbed, the destination to aim for was decided from the beginning.

‘It would be nice if it ended with this…’

“It’s useless.”

As I looked up at the burning computers, a low voice came from afar.

“All calculations have already been completed, and all that remains is work to maintain the status quo. Nothing will change if you come and burn those things.”

A heavy yet thick sound.

A voice with firm determination that makes the listener nervous.

A hard expression and full of wrinkles on the face. An elaborate tree root tattoo under the eye.

It’s the first time we’ve met face to face, but it’s familiar as if we’ve been waiting for a long time.

Craig, the leader of the practical sect black magicians.

The criminal who contributed to the rebellion against the Balkans and committed terror was standing right here.