[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower":3,"chapter-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-194":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Problematic Child of the Magic Tower",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1334890,1778,"Chapter 194","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-194",194,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 194: Miracle Healer (8)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar took a moment to organize his thoughts before pulling on the threads of space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Pulling them randomly without a plan is meaningless.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were roughly 18 days left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was realistically impossible to pull all of those near-infinite threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made it even more crucial to understand the pattern or logic behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar began by categorizing the common traits all threads shared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘First, let’s sort them by length and thickness.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started with physical characteristics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He estimated the length of each thread and grouped them roughly by thickness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was only the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This is just the first stage of classification.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, he focused on vibration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each spatial thread had a different speed, intensity, and rhythm of vibration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using his highly sensitive mana detection abilities, Oscar could perfectly sense and categorize even the subtlest differences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slow and soft vibrations, fast and intense ones, rhythmic pulses…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After completing this physically exhausting second stage of classification, he began analyzing the underlying rules of the threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Let’s start pulling the ones with the most common factors first.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The process itself was repetitive, but Oscar found it so enjoyable he lost track of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like unwrapping a beautifully packaged gift—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The uncertainty of not knowing what place would appear beyond the rift in space thrilled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the next few days, he inhaled the scent of forests, stepped on desert sands, and saw the dignified rivers of the Yan Kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of these were places he’d been before, others he was visiting for the first time—even across past lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more samples he gathered, the more convinced he became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’m sure of it. This classification system works.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magic he had named “Portal” was becoming more refined with each passing day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, after using it repeatedly, he also began to sense its limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s not all-powerful.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, it consumed a considerable amount of mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It used up at least 7% of his total mana, and the amount increased depending on distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, opening a portal to the Yan Kingdom cost him about 30% of his mana in one go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That loss of mana also came with an intense wave of dizziness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whew…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, it wasn’t just mana—it took a toll on both his body and mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, using it recklessly was absolutely out of the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Twice a day is probably my limit.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen days had passed since he began researching the spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After opening dozens of spatial rifts, he’d gained a decent amount of confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s see… the thread connected to the White Tower is… this one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had reached a near-perfect success rate at opening portals to desired locations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Oscar allow himself a satisfied smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’ve gained quite a bit from coming here.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had originally entered this space just to stabilize his mana circuits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer needed much training when it came to magical concepts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to think he’d end up mastering a spell he hadn’t even planned for…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Time to leave.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already exhausted, having used the portal twice that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no reason to waste another day doing nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar closed his eyes and began sensing the mana of “Spring Breeze”, the place where Fran was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Found it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the moment Oscar boldly tugged on the spatial thread—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound like something breaking inside his head was followed by a dizzying wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire white space in front of him rippled like disturbed water,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the previously orderly spatial threads began writhing violently as if in a fit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Oscar felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deeply unpleasant gaze coming from an indescribably vast abyss beyond the white void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t clearly define what it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew, without a doubt, that a massive and alien presence had noticed him and was staring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a chilling sensation, like the sharp tip of a blade pressing against the back of his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar carefully, ever so cautiously, crossed through the portal so as not to provoke it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haa… Haa…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he hastily closed the portal, cold sweat poured down with the breath he had been holding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Damn… what was that?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he felt it instinctively—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That’s why Master Ado never taught me this magic.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, there’d be no reason to withhold such a convenient spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swallowing hard, Oscar opened the fist drenched in sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s definitely useful magic… but it must never be abused.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, he established an absolute rule:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The portal spell must never be used more than twice a day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any more than that… and he might face that creature again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As expected from the Imperial Palace— even the food is great… huh? What the—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran was patting his full belly as he walked into the room,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to freeze in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room’s occupant was sitting on the sofa—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking completely worn out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When did you get back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A little while ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…You don’t look so good. Should I get you some medicine or something?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need. I’ll be fine after a bit of rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like he’d seen a ghost—his already pale face was now white as flour dough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran returned the gloves he had been keeping for him and gave him a quick once-over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… something’s different about you, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I look… faint, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, yeah! You look really faint right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran clapped his hands in realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, Oscar’s presence was incredibly faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was clearly right in front of him, yet his presence felt weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given how striking his features usually were, it didn’t make any sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, don’t tell me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realization struck Fran like a bolt of lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From what I know, that kind of phenomenon happens starting at Level 7 Master-tier… Are you—?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not there yet. Still a long way to go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as that guy said, once one reaches the realm of Level 7, their presence begins to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the country of Yan, this stage is called Return to Origin — a return to simplicity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, it’s the state where one can completely restrain their aura, appearing to others as nothing more than an ordinary person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Of course, if we’re nitpicking, I’m closer to Level 7 than to Level 6.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only recently reached Level 6, but that was only in real-world time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already spent nearly two years in a pocket dimension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Academically speaking, he was a grand mage who had once mastered even the depths of Level 9.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, all the conditions were already met — all that remained was enlightenment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But I probably can’t reach Level 7 with the same realization I gained in my previous life.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, as a person, was now quite different from who he had been in his past life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His values, the magic he wielded — everything had changed bit by bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, to reach Level 7 again, a different kind of enlightenment would be necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well then, I’ll be off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To where?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar gave a faint smile to Fran, who blinked in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To treat His Majesty the Emperor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When word was sent that preparations for the treatment were complete, arrangements were swiftly made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he looked at the Emperor comfortably seated on the bed, Andre Bright spoke cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Majesty, are you truly sure about this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is there to not be sure about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the anxious Andre, the Emperor looked perfectly calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s an incredible feat that Oscar has inherited the First Tower Master's spatial magic, but he’s still too young.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean you can’t trust him because he’s young?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…He simply doesn’t have enough experience yet. I worry that he might make a mistake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t an unreasonable concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how much of a genius Oscar Crucian was, he was still only a 21-year-old mage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what choice do I have? I consider this my last chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Andre silently bowed his head, the Emperor continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As you know, my condition worsens by the day. Above all, I can feel it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap tap — he tapped his temple with a finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That terrible thing first discovered here four years ago has been growing day by day. I can’t even guarantee I’ll last another month.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t deny it. We both know it — you, me, and even the nobles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andre could not find the words to refute that and simply lowered his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had felt firsthand how the Emperor’s authority had gradually weakened over the years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had driven that point home was the recent “Saint Hill” incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Oscar Crucian had turned people who had been transformed into demons back into humans through alchemy, the Emperor had given two commands: observation and surveillance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those commands had never been carried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The First Prince, viewing those people as ticking time bombs, had issued an order to “eliminate” them instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to say which order had been obeyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To think the First Prince had already gained that much influence…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andre smiled bitterly at the memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a clear sign of which way the power dynamics in the royal court had tilted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The powerful had aligned themselves not with a dying emperor but with a prince who would rule for decades to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the Emperor had not officially named a successor, the First Prince was effectively treated as the Crown Prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A dying old man soon to be in his coffin — isn’t that how most of the palace sees me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“T-That’s nonsense!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andre hastily shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know how many still follow you, Your Majesty — myself, Chief Walker…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Thank you for saying that, at least.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emperor Ludwig gave a bitter smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andre, and Walker, were his people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need to imagine what would happen to them once he was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Had we been at war, even a Crown Prince wouldn’t have dared treat them lightly…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, the times were too peaceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though there were still threats like demons and the Black Finger operating in the shadows, they weren’t enough to shake the Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wonder… Is it right to undergo treatment just to prolong my life like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andre’s reply was firm and unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The First Prince still lacks the maturity to govern. More than anything, he…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is too extreme. I know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ruler must be colder than anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the First Prince was a man hotter than most fires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That passion may have won over many nobles, but it was a red flag to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he wanted to cling to the throne forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I only wanted to teach him enough restraint to control that temperament before handing things over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not, the boy was sure to cause disaster — the Emperor couldn’t help but worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knock knock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knock came just then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Emperor’s reply, Oscar Crucian entered the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andre’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just one week, Oscar’s mana had grown unimaginably deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The unstable fifth and sixth mana circuits… have stabilized completely?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared in disbelief, inspecting Oscar’s inner workings again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even among the countless geniuses in history, no one had grown this fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andre leaned in and whispered something to the Emperor, whose eyes lit up with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seated on the bed, the Emperor smiled, clearly intrigued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said you needed a week to raise the success rate of the treatment to 80%. So you weren’t bluffing after all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor tilted his head at the sudden apology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With calm eyes silently asking for an explanation, Oscar opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I believe I was wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With confidence beaming from his face, he finished his sentence like a prophet declaring fate:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This treatment — will not fail.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>",2025,"2026-06-05T20:00:10.789Z",1,"novelbin.me","07fd038c24de5f3c40000fe7db6070a193d9cf5d6cfe00cbff7cad4002b2e8f1","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-195","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-193",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-cover.jpg"]