[{"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-325":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},1334721,1778,"Chapter 325","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-325",325,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 325: Terror (3)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A memory from the past surfaces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was near the end of the war against the Demonic Race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Tower and the Yellow Tower had joined forces, forming a united front in an attempt to drive back the demonic army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of tents had been erected across the plains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a place that looked like a small city, into which hundreds of mages were filing in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the Yellow Tower’s mages, assigned to reconnaissance duty before the operation began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gazes were fixed on the ground, and they looked strangely vacant, as if their spirits had been drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s with them? Why’s the mood so grim?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Oscar’s question as he watched them from in front of a large tent, Magiro whispered quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W–well, a report just came in. They say Isel is dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Isel? You mean Isel Marcos?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar asked back in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isel Marcos—the Yellow Tower Master’s right-hand man, a seventh-level mage who could never be left out when speaking of the Yellow Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was surprised too. With his skills, I thought he’d be able to survive anywhere, at least keep himself alive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the terror of war. Anyone can die, anytime, anywhere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radan muttered with his arms crossed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them watched the Yellow Tower mages enter like defeated soldiers, their expressions complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today they were the ones offering sympathy—but by tomorrow, their positions could be reversed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, Oscar’s eyes met those of the Yellow Tower Master as he passed by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar cautiously spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You must be deeply grieving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yellow Tower Master, Pentarion Ereus, stared at him in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A face impossible to read, even in this situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes that revealed no emotion, despite having lost a subordinate and friend he had spent decades with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you… consoling me? You?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……I know we’re not close enough for that, but on a day like today, wouldn’t it be acceptable?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed. How amusing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was probably the first time Oscar ever saw Pentarion smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me give you one piece of advice. Do not offer me consolation lightly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it sounded like a provocation, Oscar did not respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, it looked like the Yellow Tower Master’s way of managing his grief—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the thrashing of a wounded beast trying to protect itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Pentarion passed him and entered the tent, Magiro let out a hollow laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah, what was that? Did the old man lose his mind after losing a friend?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Magiro.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, seriously. Did we kill him? Why’s he picking a fight with the Tower Master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar ignored Magiro’s complaints and stared at the entrance of the tent Pentarion had gone into.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you lost your mind?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Isel’s voice, Oscar’s consciousness and senses snapped back to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackle, crackle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his slightly lowered field of vision, remnants crawled across the floor like worms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I thought he was dead… but he was alive?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar raised his head to look at Isel before him, his eyes growing complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally—until now, he had believed Isel to be dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Betrayal? Did he side with the Demonic Race just to survive? Or if not…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dizzying thought flashed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To confirm whether that hypothesis was true, Oscar slowly opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isel Marcos. Elder of the Yellow Tower, reported killed during the war.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isel’s eyes widened slightly, as if genuinely surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’d be strange not to. You’re an indispensable figure when explaining the modern Yellow Tower.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh heh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isel smacked his lips, smiling benevolently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How regrettable. That I must personally break such a promising young talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then just let me live.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That would be difficult. Now that you’ve seen my face, I cannot allow you to live.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he had intended to kill him from the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch… crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar stepped on and erased the remnants beneath his feet as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before I head to the afterlife, there’s something I’m curious about.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if I can’t grant the wishes of the dead, I can at least satisfy the curiosity of the living. Ask.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you die and come back to life, senior? Or did you pretend to be dead from the start?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isel continued smiling kindly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that, Oscar nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Judging by your silence, I suppose it’s the latter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm. I considered it, but you seem like too dangerous a sprout to leave behind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isel Marcos had faked his death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar let out a dry laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Faking an accident through the war… becoming a fixer who handles all of the Yellow Tower’s dirty work. Isn’t that a one-sided loss for you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yin and yang, white and black. All things must exist in balance to be beautiful. You can never reach the summit by walking only clean, orderly paths.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was it the Yellow Tower Master’s order? Did he tell you to destroy the airport because it interfered with the Tower’s business?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everything I do is out of loyalty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Oscar was curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just how thoroughly had the Yellow Tower Master brainwashed him to inspire such blind devotion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And what do you gain in return?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That the Yellow Tower is recorded as the greatest mage tower in history—the victor of the long wars between mage towers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……How futile.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was sincere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar’s White Tower had been called the greatest in history—and recorded as the victor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took exactly twenty years\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for that lofty honor, once so high it couldn’t even be seen by looking up,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to be buried in the dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether it is futile or not is something we will experience firsthand. It is not for a junior like you to worry about.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do as you please. But senior—allow me one final question.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After the war, a green dragon was flying above the Red Mountain Range.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar’s gaze turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Were you the one who shot her down?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, Isel’s smile vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Answer me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……This conversation has gone on long enough. I refuse to waste any more time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That settles it. It was you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar had always wondered\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>whether the lightning that brought Edna down had come from the Yellow Tower Master—or someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Whoever it was, I intended to take revenge…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to think he’d meet them this early, and in such an unexpected place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar lightly turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since you’re officially dead on paper, I’ll send you off without a shred of guilt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch. Knowing who I am, you still dare to speak like that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackle—crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brilliant lightning burst from Isel’s fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A seventh-level mage of the Yellow Tower who once roamed the continent with a single bolt of lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Violet Lightning, Isel Marcos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will send you off without pain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—zzzt!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stretched out his hand, violet lightning tore violently through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strike that reached its target in an instant—so fast there was no time to blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘His skill hasn’t dulled. Just like a mage once called the most Yellow-Tower-like of them all.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His signature art—violet lightning, faster than ordinary lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fledgling seventh-level mage would have died without even reacting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Oscar had overwhelming experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘And I have magic as well.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his previous life, he trained endlessly and researched countless spells to face every mage tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that time, he possessed magic capable of countering lightning—one of the trickiest elements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar extended his hand forward as if gently grasping something, his lips moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Umbrella.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pah—ang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin veil of wind spread open from his hand, literally forming an umbrella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isel flinched when he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…Umbrella? Don’t tell me—’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Isel unconsciously shook his head—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackle—zzzzzt!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The violet lightning struck the umbrella, producing a sound like thousands of cicadas crying at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘An umbrella doesn’t block rain. It merely redirects it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The umbrella Oscar held was no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The single bolt split into dozens of branches, sliding along the ribs and flowing away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current that entered the umbrella could not gather in one place, nor remain in any one spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzt—crackle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The color of the electricity gradually faded as it slid along the ribs—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>from deep violet, to navy-tinged blue, then to pale white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, lightning that no longer deserved the name “violet lightning” lost all color and dissipated weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar folded the umbrella and muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For lightning to strike, the sky is far too clear today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isel glared at Oscar with bulging eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t merely that a newly promoted seventh-level mage had blocked his lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was shocked because he had seen that magic decades ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That is… Oscar Sage’s magic!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, a single umbrella he wielded had driven countless Yellow Tower mages into despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one saving grace was that not just anyone could wield that umbrella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rapid spell deployment, delicate mana control, complex calculations—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was deemed a spell impossible to use in real combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘And more importantly—if you deploy the umbrella first, it means nothing.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attack trajectories could always be adjusted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the umbrella couldn’t protect the entire body, deploying it early was practically an invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Above all, a mage who only defends can endure—but never win.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason Oscar Sage had been feared was simple:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he could block instantaneous lightning and counterattack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Wait… don’t tell me?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill ran down Isel’s spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively moved sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the correct choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blade of wind crashed into the spot where he had been standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re perceptive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it. A mage with talent rivaling Oscar Sage—and of all places, the White Tower!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grinding his teeth, Isel drew up more mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll see just how long you can keep that precious umbrella open!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Crash! Shatter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The airport ceiling and walls—every pane of glass—shattered as dozens, hundreds of lightning bolts rained down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the scene, Oscar felt a dizzy sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The repair costs alone would be…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pah—ang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snapping out of it, he hurriedly opened the umbrella again, lowered his stance, and hid behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dudududududu!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The electric strikes battered the umbrella like bullets, scattering and vanishing again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time, chunks of mana were torn away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ghk.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his previous life, he could block all incoming lightning and counterattack with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, it was too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this level of assault, merely holding out was his limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Where the hell is Sasha? What is she doing?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she was even slightly late—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he might die here today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Gate F.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha arrived at an area filled with airship waiting seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, a man in a gray coat stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing into the hangar through the glass wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason she had come was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone’s mana signature had called out to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did you call me here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There is a reason I had to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you don’t have anything important to say, I’m leaving. I don’t have time to joke around with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oscar Crucian? If it’s him, there’s no need to worry. I’ve already taken care of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And why should I trust the words of the Violet Brigade’s captain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Designer. That fellow must have told you my location.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting out a faint sigh, the man tossed a line toward Sasha as she turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you want to know the whereabouts of Gilliot Dominic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha slowly turned around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From her once gentle-looking body, mana befitting the seat of the White Tower Master poured forth unceasingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll warn you—don’t speak that name lightly in front of me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The fact that you didn’t leave immediately tells me you suspect I have information on him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still facing the window, the captain spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re having quite the party over there. Shall we have a little fun too? If you defeat me—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keep your promise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish his sentence—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winds surged from all directions, converging on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Impatient, despite appearances.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still showing his back, the captain snapped his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>",2017,"2026-06-05T20:00:10.790Z",1,"novelbin.me","aa21d0317586ecee895e0f5e5e096ad36981ca2ed5205a63aad497a4a87bf687","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-326","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-324",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-cover.jpg"]