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"is it not OK?"
His tone still carried a certain lightheartedness and pleasure.
"Even according to the modern Magic Association's conversion method, this should be considered a very cheap price, right?"
"……really."
Matou Ike pondered for a moment, then sighed softly.
"It's not even worth considering."
“Creating a new planet is tantamount to creating another ‘Root’.”
His tone was flat and calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
"According to the values of modern magicians, they wouldn't feel any pain even if they were to exchange an entire country for it."
He admitted it.
because--
—A magician is that kind of creature.
I'm willing to make any sacrifice to achieve the results I'm looking for.
If they could achieve the results that Kitz claimed, most magicians wouldn't even care about human lives.
Therefore,
That monarch of astrophysics, Marisbury…
Was 'that' also created using this method?
A certain shadow lingered within my thoughts.
"Even so, I can't let you succeed just like that."
Matouchi's tone was calm, as if he were merely stating a fact.
Kiz tilted his head slightly, then sighed softly.
"...Oh dear, did it really turn out like this?"
"If only I could win the bet."
He laughed, his tone carrying a hint of jest, as if mocking himself, or perhaps sighing.
That's how gambling works.
"Just like you, I didn't win either."
Matouchi's voice was soft, but each word was as sharp as a knife.
"I wish I could win, but that's the only way I can get away with it."
After he finished speaking, he looked up at Kiz.
There was no anger or hesitation in his eyes.
Only simple—
decision.
"In that case, we should settle this matter in a proper manner."
The air seemed to freeze for a moment after those words were spoken.
Kiz's smile gradually faded.
—A dragon's strong outer shell.
Instantly, crimson crystals grew from Matouchi's skin.
They frantically absorbed the magic released by Matou Pond with an almost thirsty attitude, as if parched earth were drinking a sudden downpour, or as if some long-dormant beast was awakening and eagerly absorbing everything in the world.
The burning armor and devouring magic power gradually coalesced into a hideous molten lava glow.
However, faced with the scorching storm that was about to engulf everything, Kiz simply chuckled.
"Typhon?"
He tilted his head slightly, his tone tinged with emotion, even a hint of amusement.
"I never expected that the consequences of that defeat would come so soon."
Matou Ike simply stared at him silently.
Magic is flowing.
No, it is spinning, accelerating, devouring, and cycling wildly in a way that exceeds the limits.
The air was torn apart by an invisible force field, and space murmured amidst the high temperature and distortion.
The core of the furnace.
Spiral of Flames.
—This is the embodiment of destruction, enough to make a small island disappear from the map.
It doesn't matter whether this is a real space or not.
At this moment, there is no need for magical restraint; all that is needed is to accumulate the quantity to a certain level.
Typhon's power will crush it.
This was an outright atrocity.
— He used a power comparable to a Noble Phantasm used only in a one-man duel.
That magic—like a silent, enormous bomb—expanded to its limit just before exploding, distorting even the boundaries of reality.
The air was scorching hot, and the ship's structure groaned under the intense heat and impact. The intense red light spread like solar prominences, casting flowing shadows on the ship's walls, and those shadows seemed to tremble as if in mourning.
Just as everything was about to engulf it, as if the ship itself had made a choice, immense magical power was expelled from the ship with overwhelming force.
—The target is the bow of the ship.
boom!
The front of the ship was torn open, and flames coalesced into a spiraling torrent, transforming into a devastating impact that crashed directly into the magical barrier erected by Kiz. In an instant, the layers of magically constructed barriers crumbled and disintegrated like paper engulfed by scorching flames.
The crimson flames pierced through everything.
The air was distorted and burned like a volcano, flames swept through the aftershocks, and scorching torrents roared and spread. The structure of the Reality Marble was torn apart, and the world, woven from layers of concepts, beliefs, and magic, shattered under this sudden and brutal onslaught.
—The crack opened.
Even if it was only for a moment, in that instant, the boundary between reality and distortion was laid bare, and some indescribable fluctuation spread outward through the gap.
boom--!
A stronger-than-expected blast spread outwards, causing the Deathline Joy Ship to shudder.
The ship rocked violently, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the deck, and even the structure of space itself became precarious from the tremors, as if it would fall into an invisible abyss at any moment.
The surging, deadly ocean all around began to churn, and crimson flames rose from the ship's helm, cruelly scorching everything like a falling meteor.
Chapter 527 Output
"It seems that when we were thrown into reality, we were all gathered in the same place. This often happens in Reality Realms."
Van Fem looked around and said leisurely, his tone revealing no surprise whatsoever.
This is the deck of the Deadline Joyful Ship.
Alette and Isilid stood side by side, but neither had regained consciousness. In contrast, Matou Ike and Medea, among others, regained consciousness much earlier due to their superhuman physical abilities.
However, Bai Ruolong was not there.
Matou Ike pondered the whereabouts of Kiz, Elgo, and Bai Ruolong, and in this brief moment of calm, he also noticed another anomaly—
Since its departure, the Deathline Joy Ship has been shrouded in a thick fog, like a ghost ship lost in the underworld.
But now, the ship is no longer surrounded by fog.
It was a storm.
--tornado.
A massive tornado, with a diameter of at least 100 meters, engulfed the entire Deathline Joy Ship.
Countless gales roared around the deck, and the sky was torn apart by vortex-like walls of wind, forming a black rift leading to the abyss.
The air pressure dropped sharply, the ocean was swept up by the hurricane, and the towering columns of water looked like an inverted waterfall leading to the other side of the world.
The air was filled with fragmented fluctuations of magical energy, like static electricity before a thunderstorm, which aroused a slight stinging sensation on the skin.
"The barrier around my ship will, to a certain extent, determine its own boundaries."
Van Fem said calmly, his tone unchanged, as if the violent scene before him was merely a carefully orchestrated drama.
"For example, when there is an inconsiderate guest that absolutely cannot be let go, the fog will turn into a storm."
He slowly raised one index finger.
Matou Ike's gaze followed the direction he was pointing.
There, it was a scene like the end of the world.
—At the heart of the storm vortex, a natural disaster inverted like a funnel.
However, what's truly terrifying isn't just the storm itself, but the overwhelming gravitational pull that draws everything in—
—The bottom of the storm is collapsing.
The storm is not simply a vortex of air, but a massive, distorted gap in spacetime. At the deepest part of the vortex, it devours itself like a black hole, distorting even the surrounding light under its overwhelming mass.
The world was forcibly pulled toward that abyss.
A tearing sound echoed in the air, the deck tilted slightly, and even the flow of time seemed to be interfered with here.
Matou Ike frowned slightly, a thought that was hard to put into words rising in his mind.
And the figure at the center of that inverted storm funnel,