The Player Hides His Past

Chapter 597 – Special Week (3)

“…”

Losers.

The word touched a nerve with the ghosts of Amethyst Hall. They are all people who lost their senior status to someone and ended up in Amethyst Hall.

The gazes of all the ghosts were now focused on Hoyeol.

The number was twenty. No, it was growing in real time. Because it was a statement that even senior mages of the distant past who had no grudge against the senior mages of the present era could ignore.

kkiig.

He was no ordinary senior mage, for there was one among them who exuded an unusual momentum that distracted the attention of his fellow ghosts. From the shadows, a face etched with the marks of time emerges.

“How arrogant of you.”

On the contrary, a body that has not lost its youthful vitality.

Siraura turns her head involuntarily.

She muttered in surprise.

“Are you an elder mage, Andre?”

An elder mage.

As with Senior, when a new Elder Mage is elected, someone has to step aside. However, no Elder Mages were exiled to Amethyst Hall.

Siraura spat out an involuntary laugh.

“Ha, you’re a real ghost, aren’t you ……?”

For some reason, mages were the closest to the truth in the Magic Tower aside from the Tower Master, which meant that it was safe to say that they had been through the wringer.

Even if they lost their status as Elder Mages, none of them would go to the Amethyst Hall to regain it.

The title given to them outside of the Magic Tower is Demigods.

Even if they were to be executed by the Magic Tower for wielding their powers in a drunken frenzy of manifestation, which the Magic Tower deemed to have lowered their prestige.

It was unprecedented for a mage of his stature to be cast into the Amethyst Hall in order to restore his status as an elder mage. Except for Andre.

“You sound just like him in your cockiness.”

It was.

Because Andre suffered a humiliation that could not be washed away.

A young, pale-faced mage who took his place and spoke with a cocky face.

“Even his smug face reminds me of him in his youth.”

Senios.

Andre understood it as a former elder mage.

The magic trace of an ice mage that never melts, entangled in Hoyeol’s heart.

Andre could guess.

“I never thought the mentally ill Senios would take on an apprentice.”

Body strengthening magic.

Andre’s flesh begins to wriggle and writhe in anger.

Goooooo.

A strange flow of magic coursing through every muscle fiber.

Siraura pauses.

‘Is space collapsing?’

Because of simple strength?

Was this the manifestation of the Magic Tower’s elder mages?

Indeed, the Elder Mages were right to say that their magic was different. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that there were additional effects on top of the basic manifestation effects.

Suddenly, I felt like I had a lot of weight on my back.

‘Well, I don’t know who it is.’

I wonder if he can handle this old monster?

‘After all, it’s an apprentice.’

That meant that there was no one in the Magic Tower who could stop Andre, unless it was Senios, the elder mage.

Isn’t it okay if the leadership of the Magic Tower moves?

‘Heung, that’s ridiculous.’

Siraura was now a ghost, but as a former senior member of the Magic Tower, she had a deep understanding of how the organization came to be.

‘Unless we reach the top floor.’

The leadership will not move.

‘No, not in the first place.’

Wasn’t it the Chief who laid the groundwork for this Special Conference?

A Special Conference is a meeting of the Chief and the Elders.

It couldn’t be held without the Tower Master’s consent.

Siraura’s gaze turned to Jesse once more.

“Miss?”

“….?”

“……!”

Pas.

“Shall we talk separately so as not to be disturbed?”

Extending her slender index finger, she quickly unfolded a high-level spatial magic, 『Balloon of Unconsciousness』. Jesse quickly deployed Twilight Magic, protecting her body with pure magic power.

Siraura spat out an exclamation of admiration through her mouth.

“Quite a deceptive manifestation, my sweet girl. Such manifestations and intuitive judgment don’t come without some experience.”

Syaaaah.

Siraura was right.

Twilight magic has an advantage that cannot be compared to ordinary magic.

The superiority of density in a single particle of magic.

It’s like water and oil.

Compared to the senior mage, Jesse was able to offset Siraura’s high-level spatial magic with only a small amount of magical power. However, the outcome of the game was already clearly visible.

Seug.

Siraura smiled and extended another finger.

“You have a sharp edge to your pretty face.”

But Jesse wasn’t about to be snatched up by Siraura’s balloon.

Poof.

Like an overinflated balloon popping.

Siraura’s spatial magic disappears into thin air.

‘What the hell?’

It’s not the offset of magic power against magic power.

It’s as if the manifestation of magic itself has been denied…

An incomprehensible, non-magical phenomenon.

A voice comes to Siraura’s ears.

“Not an apprentice.”

What, apprentice? Suddenly not an apprentice?

‘Is this the time for you to answer so obediently?’

Siraura, a senior mage after all, recognized the voice. She realized that it was the silver-haired monster, not the woman in front of her, who had neutralized her spatial magic.

“That title is also wrong.”

But to Siraura’s horror, the silver-haired monster spoke slowly.

He continued speaking without any hesitation.

As if it were a set ‘procedure’.

“Title? What is wrong with you?”

Andre approached the man, his body warming up. Given the magic in his body, he should be able to punch the man in the face in an instant.

Still, the man doesn’t back down.

“Call me by my proper title.”

“A title.”

Finally, Andre gritted his teeth.

…At that distance, if you put your mind to it, the rules of the Magic Tower are strict.

‘Don’t you know better than anyone else?’

So let’s make nice and move on, right?

I’m the Chief of the Magic Tower, so what’s the point in getting into a fight with me?

I want to be on good terms with you guys.

‘Loser, I was a little harsh earlier…….’

Even if they were those who lost their positions to the current Magic Tower’s seniors, it was natural that their skills would be outstanding. And it’s always harder to keep something than to take it away in the first place.

‘So let’s get some senior treatment here.’

“How dare you. You expect me to call Senios, the man who stole the mage title from me, a mage, or Senios’ apprentice?”

The humiliation is unbearable.

Kkumleul.

Andre held up his bulging forearm.

“Chief Mage.”

“……Chief Mage?”

“Like I said, I won’t say it twice.”

Gooooooo.

“Please understand.”

A ‘different kind of magic power’ began to flutter behind Hoyeol.

“I am Lee Hoyeol, the chief mage who granted you your freedom.”

*

I, Lee Hoyeol.

I didn’t claim the title of Chief Mage for no other reason. My goal was the holy book, but for some reason, the atmosphere in the Amethyst Hall was strange.

“you’re a chief mage?”

“What kind of nonsense is that…….”

“So you’re saying Marcelo lost his position?”

Oh, so that’s what you’re saying?

‘I guess you don’t know anything about outside news?’

To make an analogy.

The Amethyst Hall was akin to the belly of the Bad Omen.

It is understandable to have such a reaction.

“That’s ridiculous.”

Which means it’s no wonder that the former Elder Mage called Andre is still glaring at me. Like a figure from the distant past, Andre didn’t seem to take it well.

“Don’t mention the position of Chief carelessly. That position is not one that a young, pale person like you can rise to.”

Better to show than tell a hundred words.

I was about to show.

It was briefly mentioned to justify the action.

Of course.

“I told you I wouldn’t say it twice.”

“….?”

“You’re calling me wrong again.”

This is after watching and learning from you, Grandfell.

Needless to say.

I’m not really offended by the title like anyone else.

Goooooo.

I simply needed a reason to raise my magic power. If you’re asking why I’m suddenly raising my magic power, it’s because it was the simplest way to prove my qualifications as a Chief Mage.

Manifesting a wide range of Reversal Magic.

I’d been reading the Emerald Hall’s magic books all night, every night. Even if it was a magic of the past that was now completely forgotten in the Magic Tower, wasn’t I the one who studied it so that I could use it for something?

Reverse Spatial Magic.

Reverse Body Strengthening Magic.

Reverse Poison Magic.

” !!! ”

I reverse the manifestation process of all mages who were preparing to manifest their decisive magic towards me. Of course, there is no hesitation or stuttering in the process.

‘Keuhum. I’m not even Grandfell.’

I don’t intend to brag about it, but I think to myself.

‘After all, I’m not stopped.’

Here, locked away in the Amethyst Hall, the senior mages of the Magic Tower of the past are unaware of the trials and tribulations that the current Magic Tower and its mages have gone through to grow.

‘Maybe they don’t even know of the Cataclysm.’

It’s impossible to explain it all in words.

So I thought I would show them.

My magic is imbued with the trials that the Magic Tower and its mages have endured.

‘It’s a bit like Grandfell.’

If Grandfell’s brilliant talent can mimic almost any magic with just one look, why not express it? Besides, this wasn’t a regular lecture at the Crystal Hall.

Senior Mage.

Those who have reached the pinnacle of their school’s magic.

Because I was able to communicate with those people through magic.

Sssssssshh.

And then, particles of magic scattering through the Amethyst Hall.

I did not say much to describe the sight.

I spoke only the truth.

“The Reverse manifestation of every interference process.”

It was the Magic Tower that was stunned to hear about reversal magic after all that I and Grandfell had done, but to hear about reversal magic without any context?

“……Reverse the interference process?”

“Wait, how can you manifest so much magic in reverse? No, that doesn’t make sense in the first place, Magic isn’t even a……! ”

“But this is the first time I’ve ever seen something like this.”

No wonder there is such an uproar.

Of course, I wasn’t being arrogant.

I just added

“That’s Reversal Magic.”

The seniors in Amethyst Hall ponder my words.

“…Reversal Magic.”

“With magic like this, it’s not strange for someone of that age to be a senior.”

“But I can’t believe it, what happened?”

I, Lee Hoyeol.

My specialty is understanding topics.

The basis of this is noticing.

I guess I read the mood from the blurring tails of their words.

I can understand how embarrassing it must be. Coming out to the world for the first time in decades, with a complete stranger as Chief, reversal magic, and a complete denial of their own magic.

But I want them to know.

‘I’ve been there.’

I know what you’re feeling, because I struggled with the gap left by the folding of Arcana Continent Biography shortly after my awakening as a player.

So I said.

“That means.”

“……?”

“It means I remembered your magic.”

“……!!!”

Reversal magic requires that you understand the structure of the magic.

You must know it perfectly in order to manifest it.

Mages speak in magic.

That’s probably why.

Andre’s fist loosened.

“I see, you haven’t forgotten.”

And just like that, it was about to end.

Suddenly, my vision caught an impure movement.

Someone had opened their mouth.

‘No way, you.’

Hey, there!

“Are you the ‘light’ of this Bible?”

Get that book away from me, now?!

“…?”