[{"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-279":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},1334816,1778,"Chapter 279","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-279",279,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 279: Happy End (4)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust stared at the newly arrived prey, but soon lost interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For all their confident intrusion, their level was pathetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, I suppose the rest of them weren’t much better either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly turned his gaze around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than ten mages already lay sprawled across the floor, among them, the strongest of the group, a 7-level mage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, only a few pathetic remnants remained, barely reaching level 6.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Needless to say, mages were generally an arrogant bunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But look at them now, trembling, powerless, eyes wide in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel their bodies flinch every time his gaze brushed over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That gave Dust an almost intoxicating satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So this is what it feels like to be strong… damn, it’s exhilarating.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when he had reached level 7, he had always felt as though a heavy stone pressed on his chest —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>considered himself strong, yet constantly belittled by knights and mages alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not merely because he was a criminal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘They were on another level.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights learned swordsmanship steeped in the profound arts of ancient houses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mages inherited magic refined over centuries of history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In comparison, his crude, self-taught brawling barely held together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against the polished swordsmanship and spellcraft of geniuses, his fists were nothing but flawed tools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At one time, that truth had filled him with unbearable inferiority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just slaughtered the so-called noble swordsmen of the revered Heavenly Sword Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was time to kill the colorful little mages of the Tower, a full gift set of targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Once I kill them all, even my inferiority will be washed away… like dust in the rain.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thrill welled up inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind began to picture the future awaiting after their deaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Heavenly Sword… I want to fight him.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to test the limits of the power bestowed upon him by that great being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though aged and frail, the Heavenly Sword was still called the pinnacle of humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could tear off that man’s head and offer it to his master—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>surely he’d be granted even more blood, more power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Then I’ll be one of the mightiest even in the Demon Realm.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the new world soon to dawn, he could rule like a king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such heady hopes swirled through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought that he might lose never even crossed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No matter who I face, I can’t even imagine defeat.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At worst, a draw, because he had already transcended death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mere human, no matter how strong, still dies eventually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is the law of nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had shed the weak shell of humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Even if I lose a hundred times, winning once is enough.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grin crept across his lips—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Water Spray!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaaah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without warning, hundreds of droplets erupted from the rooftop floor, drenching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust simply stood there, watching them fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An animalistic instinct pulled his gaze to one side —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and in the midst of all those drops, he saw it: a single bead of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, all the droplets slammed into him like bullets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Blood?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bead struck his left wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could even think whose it was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anatol Kincess of the Blood Tower, coughing blood without end, clenched his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good… job! Blood Explosion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high spell of the Blood Tower, its destructive force rivaled the Red Tower’s fire magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as his wrist flared red, Dust cut off his own arm without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it even hit the ground, his new hand caught it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and hurled it straight at the mages ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wh—?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KWAANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening blast shook the rooftop, followed by screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My arm— my arm’s broken!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My ribs— can’t breathe—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine mages were instantly disabled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The encirclement collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That monster—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine. That’s enough of an opening.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yellow Tower’s 6-level mage, Betin Marcos, pressed both palms to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bzzt—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning crackled and raced toward Dust, the wet floor its perfect conduit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll scorch your soul!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfectly controlled currents struck only Dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackle—!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke filled the rooftop, reeking of burnt meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar swept the smoke away— revealing Dust, charred black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a glance, he looked dead, but he was an 8-level martial artist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you standing there for? Keep firing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anatol’s shout jolted the others to action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of spells shot toward the black silhouette— but none hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha… I can see why you’re all so proud.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin regenerated in a blink; his legs swelled with power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, boom!, he broke the sound barrier and dove into their ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still, you’re all nothing but small fry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each punch sent a mage coughing blood, their shields shattered like glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wind Archive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar opened his book as Killian dashed forward, his feet skimming the slick floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In three bursts of acceleration, his body became a streak of light—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His claw of condensed mana met Dust’s thick forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And who the hell are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A 5-level mage moving faster than a knight— ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust laughed, then grabbed Killian’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kh—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian kicked at his chest, desperate—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bam! Bam!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust didn’t even flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grinning, he slammed him into the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guh—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain exploded through Killian’s body as blood spurted from his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive fist filled his vision— but it never struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A steel-like whip coiled around Dust’s wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at its owner, then yanked the whip—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoa—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mage was pulled in like iron to a magnet— Dust’s fist swung—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but before it connected, the opponent dissolved into wind, slicing across his body like blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Turned into wind?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust let out a laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“White Tower sure has some fun toys.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fast one, a wind-born one, mildly amusing, at best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wh-what—?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed Fran, the wind mage, by the arm mid-air and threw him upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, leaping after him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘One down first.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as his fist was about to crush the man’s heart—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shraaa!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A page of Wind Archive flared bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Weight of Wind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chains of air wrapped around Dust’s limbs and neck, each ending in a massive wind-forged weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But… it’s still just wind.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could mere air do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he swung a fist at Fran—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Breath of Steel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five great wind weights suddenly gained mass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ghh—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust’s body trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each weight pressed down so heavily he couldn’t even move his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘If this keeps up…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragged by the immense weight, he plummeted toward the street below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KWAANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground cracked as he slammed into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above him, Veronica raised dozens of spells that merged into a single, radiant spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spear of Promise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The colossal weapon descended— and impaled the bound Dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 8-level warrior’s snarl was not of pain but rage —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>rage at being toyed with by 5- and 6-level brats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uaaaaagh!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He screamed, struggling to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s no use. That’s not something you can just brute-force.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Weight of Wind hit, breaking free was nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each weight had 15% of Oscar’s total mana, five weights meant 75% of his power spent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Considering his vast reserves, it was a massive investment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But worth it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was enough to restrain even an 8-level warrior, if only for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anatol, please finish—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-what in the world—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veronica’s gasp cut him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar looked down again— and his pupils quivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...That lunatic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh… said brute force wouldn’t work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust slowly raised his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chain cut into his flesh, crushed bone, tore muscle—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>until his hand dropped off entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There. How’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wrist regenerated instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cracked his remaining limbs and neck; by the time he stood, he was whole again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fun while it lasted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a single leap, Dust landed back on the rooftop, meeting Oscar’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’ve got nothing left— I’ll end this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The killing intent radiating from him made their skin crawl, their lungs tighten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar exhaled deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think you’ve gathered enough data on his strength, haven’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So please… lend a hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar lifted his head toward the stormy sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Otherwise, we’re all dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you lost your mind? Who the hell are you talki—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust cut himself off mid-sentence, eyes darting upward, pupils shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—How arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice rolled across the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PAANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every raindrop vanished at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clouds split apart— and from the gap, a sword descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kh—kugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust’s eyes bulged as the blade pierced his throat clean through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold sweat streamed down his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>",1444,"2026-06-05T20:00:10.789Z",1,"novelbin.me","36054686c14cf3809e45b0c760b639378404e45976a643b5ad7858c9c901d5f5","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-42","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-41",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-cover.jpg"]