[{"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-95":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},1334991,1778,"Chapter 95","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>w\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 95: The Graveyard of the Dead (7)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John Dras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the name the lich was called back when he was human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been a loyal subordinate of Silgrim Fonerth, and even when Silgrim betrayed humanity and led an army of the dead, John was among his ranks as a black mage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm. So, in short, you're asking me to hold this front line?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the words of the demon who had joined their forces, John glanced around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of demon soldiers positioned at various outposts were a reassuring presence on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on top of that, there were thousands of undead soldiers entrusted to him by Silgrim Fonerth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This is... an army that could probably conquer a decent-sized city.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just observing them filled him with confidence, bolstered by the strength of his allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, his voice brimmed with determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t such a difficult task. I think we could hold even if the imperial army—feared as it may be—decided to attack.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The imperial army of humans? They’re nothing,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon scoffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What we need to be cautious of is the White Tower. Particularly, one mage in particular.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just one mage... Do you mean Oscar Sage?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John had heard the rumors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man who had become the master of the White Tower in his mid-20s, a prodigy whose power was so great it was said to be like touching the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was humanity’s hope and a nightmare to demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Even Silgrim mentioned him.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what, beware of Oscar Sage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Silgrim’s advice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John shrugged, indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘They said he was an 8th-level mage, didn’t they?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, that was an extraordinary rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the end of the day, wasn’t he just one person?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John doubted whether even a figure like that could pose a threat to this army, holding an entire front line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He’s probably just a hero created by the empire to give people hope during times like these.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But within a matter of days, John encountered firsthand just how terrifying the power of the mage—dubbed the demon’s nightmare—truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a battle but a massacre, so brutal it was hard to tell who was demon and who was human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white demon appeared without expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time an intense wind swept through, strong enough to distort the space around it, dozens of heads rolled to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took just two hours for the once-mighty army to be obliterated by a single individual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the battle, John Dras sensed defeat and burrowed underground to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He concealed himself in the soil where corpses were stored, slowing his heartbeat to the bare minimum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t hard to determine who had won the battle above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step, step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chilling footsteps unmistakably approached his location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the heavens saved him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...What? The front line?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man seemed to receive a communication spell, fell silent for a moment, and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll be there soon. Hold on as long as you can.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after the man left did John crawl out of the earth—two days later, still trembling with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fleeing aimlessly, he prepared to become a lich and entered a long sleep, thinking that if he slept for decades, the nightmare would eventually fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Mm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lich groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, why did the young man standing before him now evoke the same demonic aura as that human from back then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It seems he must be that man’s apprentice.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a reasonable assumption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, decades had passed while the lich slumbered, and the man before him clearly wasn’t the same person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, their faces were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So I, this great being, am feeling fear toward a mere apprentice?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lich roared in humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-I’ll kill you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the lich extended his hand, a massive spike of hatred surged toward Oscar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.....”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar didn’t flinch as he stared at the approaching spike. His lips moved slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wind Cutter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeble-looking blade of wind was laughable compared to the enormous spike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as it sliced through the air—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spike, which seemed capable of tearing Oscar apart, was cleanly split in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-You cut through the very threads of my magic... with just a 3rd-level spell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after cleaving the spike in half, the wind blade continued its course, carving dozens of lines into the lich’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clatter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the lich’s skeletal form collapsed into a pile of bones, Oscar crouched silently in front of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lich was typically considered equivalent to a 7th-level high mage, but this one didn’t reach that level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Probably because its resurrection ritual was incomplete.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This lich was barely at the 6th level now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though with time, as it adjusted to its undead form, it would grow stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar observed the lich slowly reconstructing its form and muttered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Just hurry up and find and destroy these things, will you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his mana was completely drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veronica’s 『Tracking』 spell guided them to an underground tomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Initially, they had merely followed a trail of malice, unsure of their destination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment the hidden stairs were revealed, everything changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, there was a place like this beneath the cemetery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm. The deeper we go, the stronger the malice becomes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The malice emanating from this place was strong enough to be felt on the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed likely that the malice was responsible for animating the skeletons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Hey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, they descended the stairs to find a spacious chamber waiting for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint mist swirling around their ankles combined with the dim lighting created a dreamlike atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the far end of the mysterious chamber lay a small, tightly-sealed jar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That jar... it feels unique.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"An evil spirit can be felt from inside. That must be the vessel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian moved forward, his footsteps steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We have to destroy it quickly. Oscar and the others are in danger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait! What if there’s a trap or a monster hiding here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Killian’s reckless approach, Veronica screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a deafening roar, Killian’s body was flung backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…If something's hiding, it’ll show itself. Like now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian frowned, crossing his arms to block the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he only deflected it once, his bones throbbed with pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ssssss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smoke swirling around his ankles gathered into one place, forming the shape of a knight on horseback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…An undead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that the enemy was identified, it was time to take it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian cloaked his fingers in silvery magic and charged at the enemy in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『Claws of the Wind』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>w\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight raised his sword to block the attack, but the horse staggered and retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The attack works.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant the opponent wasn’t overwhelmingly strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encouraged, Killian circled the enemy like a wolf, looking for an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight had to fend off Veronica’s magic attacks flying in from all sides, so an opportunity would eventually arise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click, clack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, as the horse’s gait faltered and it stumbled backward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Now.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian didn’t miss the opening and pounced like a predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the end, the attack failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…….\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His claws, aimed at the knight’s neck, collided with a wind arrow fired from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distancing himself from the knight, Killian scowled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you think you’re doing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What am I doing? I shot my magic at the opening, and you blocked it with your body!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was my opening, and I could’ve finished it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t be ridiculous. The opening was created because I distracted it with my magic!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two argued meaninglessly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whinny!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black horse raised its front legs and charged straight at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it, focus on the battle!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why don’t you do your job properly?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight, having learned from its mistake, moved far more defensively than before, leaving almost no openings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But if I push my speed to the limit…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian’s 『Acceleration』 tattoo lit up three times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moving at a speed incomparable to before, Killian quickly maneuvered behind the knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-…!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sharp claws sliced sideways, cutting into the knight’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The severed head flew into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Killian smirked in triumph—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight turned and swung its sword at him, headless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s still moving even after losing its head?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t an ordinary undead; it was a Dullahan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unexpected situation left Killian flustered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From behind, a streak of wind struck the knight’s sword like lightning, deflecting it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"……!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the wind had targeted the knight’s body, Killian would have been gravely injured or killed, but the sword was blocked, sparing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That could only mean one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Agh, this reckless fool… I did my part, so finish it properly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was always grumbling and noisy, but at least she knew what it meant to have someone’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Not bad. I’ll give you that,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian muttered dryly, gathering his magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Claws of Wind slashed through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dullahan’s chest was instantly marked with eight thin lines, and it exploded into pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian dashed forward and smashed the jar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s hope we’re not too late.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whew, these guys are ridiculously slow,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t in great shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d shattered the lich seven times, but the last time took four consecutive attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s getting harder to deal with. Plus, the lich is adapting to its body.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to when it first awoke, the flow of its magic was now much smoother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difference between a freshly awakened level-6 mage and a seasoned one was immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Still, it’s fortunate they’re not too late.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screeech!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lich screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was obvious—the vessel had been destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Curse you, humans… CURSE YOUUUU!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lich’s glowing eyes radiated deadly malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its overwhelming mana filled the space, pressing down as if to crush everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Fine… If I must perish, I’ll tear you apart and take you with me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No thanks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar had no interest in dancing with skeletons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drawing up his mana, he prepared his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar-style martial art, Secret Technique Chapter 1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-…Wait, that magic…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lich’s glowing eyes expanded in instinctive fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sound of Waves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magic surged like a tidal wave, ignoring the deathly magic blocking its path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind doesn’t need to destroy or break through obstacles—it simply passes by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It just brushes past.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This magic targeted the oxygen in the blood, causing a devastating explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t without destructive force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At the very least…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snapping a few old, brittle bones was no big deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-O…Oscar… Sage…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lich’s hollow voice seemed to echo for a moment, but it was drowned out by the crashing waves and scattered into nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>w\u003C\u002Fp>",1796,"2026-06-05T20:00:10.789Z",1,"novelbin.me","fbfe5e6a2612bf378316f8e73e8e871a0f33b39ae1433fdaa42d80bd7a30d5eb","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-96","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-94",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-cover.jpg"]