The Undying Magician - Book 5 - Chapter 59

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Shorter chapter than normal, but it doesn't really matter since I'm trying to binge through writing the rest of book 5 today.

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Within the Mana Plane of Space
Year 2852 | Month 1 | Day 9

After eight entire months, Leodmir finally manages to subdue the radiation eating away at his body. Curing the status from his shoulder and wrist, where he’s missing an arm and a hand. But even after managing to do that, he feels pain flooding him.

Phantom pain.

Pain from what is no longer there. No longer usable.

And what’s worse is that he knows very well that no one on the abandoned continents would ever consider helping heal him.

Not even the neutral magician from there.

Then there’s his age as the radiation has made him age even faster over this time, further shortening the time he has remaining before death.

The abandoned continents no longer mean anything to him. He’s completely given up on attacking the nation or interfering in the war anymore.

Neither does power mean anything, or the bratty young Class S magicians from the abandoned continents.

All that matters to him now is his current journey straight to his deathbed.

A journey that can only possibly be solved by a single person.

The Undying Magician’s immortality.

He’s searched and searched and searched for a way to give himself the boy’s immortality, but nothing worked. And he even proved that it was impossible.

But now he no longer cares about what’s considered ‘impossible’.

Now he just wants to try whatever he can.

Even if he has to rip reality apart to do it.

And that is just what he’s going to do.

The only way to grant himself immortality is to use both a catalyst and reality mana itself. So his plans change from capturing the Undying Magician to using him in one last grand experiment.

If he fails? Then he fails.

He was going to die anyways.

But if he succeeds?

Immortality might finally be in his grasp.

First, however, to set up the experiment, he needs to prepare various items in advance. Which won’t be easy without an arm and hand.

He no longer has any hands and is forced to rely on his spatial magic for everything.

Leodmir grits his teeth as he thinks of the damned radiation magician who did this to him. But that anger cools off as his thoughts return to his current plan.

For as long as Leodmir can remember, he’s been powerful. He’s been a genius. And he’s been undefeated.

His pride has grown so much that he can’t handle the thought of losing. Can’t handle the realization that he did lose.

And that extends towards losing to life itself.

Losing because of something as meager as old age.

If there was any time he could finally achieve his goal, achieve a way to defeat his greatest enemy that is age, it would be now.

So he finally leaves the plane of mana. Deciding to take a glance at the boy’s progress and what has come of the continent since his last time outside. Only for the hairs on the back of his neck to rise as if sensing danger.

The moment he senses the danger and realizes something’s wrong, he tries to open another portal to the Plane of Space.

Only to find the very space completely locked down with no openings to leave the plane.

He can still teleport short distances, and he can use other spatial spells, but he can no longer pass through the planes.

Which mean’s he’s effectively trapped. With nowhere to escape to, and with no hands to fight with weapons.

Leodmir begins to teleport away from the massive tower he found in the place of where the boy’s old headquarters was, only to give up when he sees the boy himself already approaching. As if he knew about Leodmir’s arrival.

And it doesn’t take him long to figure out how when he sees the device on the boy’s wrist. One that is letting off both blood and space mana.

The doctor doesn’t even question how the device was made using space mana without any other space mages besides himself alive right now. Because he can sense the blood mana.

And there’s only one person in the world with blood magic.

A man who is hundreds of years old. Old enough that he likely knew the last space mage before Leodmir.

Leodmir lifts his head high as he looks at the boy who flies through the air with an indifferent look in his crimson eyes. With the only signs of emotional turmoil being the black veins spreading from his eyes.

The boy is wearing an entirely new outfit, with extremely high quality materials, and metals made out of blood metal itself. Metal made by Crimson.

How the boy managed to become an ally of the strongest magician, Crimson isn’t sure.

But there is one thing he is certain about now.

One very troubling thing.

The one who has fallen into a trap isn’t the boy.

It’s Leodmir himself.