Hermit Wizard

Common Day of Unemployed Wizard (5)

“Parvache!”

[What?]

“That guy… isn’t powerful, is he?”

[Yeah. Although there are subtle differences in species for each dimension, it has mainly sharp teeth or attacks that vibrate the air. It’s not difficult to unleash Sixth Defense Magic or more. Why? Do you want to save these humans?]

I scratched my head, “No, even if I try saving them…it seems that all those who are nearby are already dead. Those who have survived outside the sonic range will see what is happening and will run away on their own…”

[Then?]

“No, I’m strangely annoyed. It happened outside my boundaries, but somehow…”

[Somehow?]

“…It’s like seeing a motherfucker screwing up someone else’s house.”

[But I will absolutely oppose for you to go outside the barrier and kill it? You know?]

“Uh, I don’t even plan on that. But…I can’t make an avatar because I have a real body here, in this dimension.”

[Ah, but when I think about it, it’s kind of weird to leave it alone. If the humans here fail to deal with it, isn’t there a risk that it will get into your barrier? Then, if it destroys one or two of the buildings that serve as the inner core of the barrier…]

“Oh, no! No way!”

It was absolutely unacceptable. Since there were several safety layers, the barriers wouldn’t collapse immediately just because the building had collapsed, but it would slowly begin to deteriorate until it eventually collapsed. To repair it, I had to go through the same bloody hardships as I did the first time! As time passes, barriers naturally deteriorated, but the elements and powers needed to repair them were significantly less than a completely collapsed barrier.

“But we also cannot transform the barrier into a physical barrier to prevent it from entering…”

[If doing so, the city center, which is three kilometers in diameter, will suddenly become isolated from the outside, and there will be great confusion. Can you handle it? And it’s not something you can do in a day or two right now.]

“…It can’t be helped.”

I made up my mind.

“For the sake of my life in my comfortable barrier… I must quickly send the “right guy” to get rid of that giant bastard.”

[Hmm?]

“That place is too close to my barrier. If it moves this way, it will be a headache. Once we get rid of that guy, the government will also block the area around the Channel. By all means.”

[What are you going to send?]

I thought for a moment, and then I came up with the perfect target. I grinned and said the nickname of ‘these guys’ that I put on my whim.

“…The milk cows.”

[…Ah, really… it’s a bit…]

Oh, I forgot to tell you. Parvache hates when I call them by this nickname. He said it wasn’t decent. But it was Parvache who was swearing at me all the time, tsk!

* * *

A few minutes later, I was on the roof of my apartment. The entrance was always locked, but I knew the lock’s password that only the management office should have known. The work can be done in the room, but I came up to the rooftop because it is bothersome to clean the room later. The creatures I was about to summon loved going around and destroying things. I put Parvache down on a corner of the roof. Then he stepped back a few more steps and sat cross-legged on the cement floor.

[Adjust your power. You aren’t in the avatar state right now. You are in a state where you can show 100% of your body’s ability. If you use your strength like when you are in an avatar state, it will spill out enough to cover the entire Mok-dong sky.]

“Yes, yes, Master. Then the target is… thirty?”

[Isn’t that a lot for that one?]

“The more we have on our side, the quicker it ends. Now, speed is the key.”

Parvache shrugged his shoulders as if telling me to do whatever I wanted. I stood in the same spot, closed my eyes, and concentrated. Right now, the magic I would use is different from the kind of magic that cuts the toothbrush wrapper or translates alien language. I borrowed the expressions that Parvache often used – ‘It is on a different level from those magics.’

Although it was difficult, it couldn’t go beyond the dimensional leap magic. Unlike that spell, which interfered with the dimensions without a Channel, the magic I was about to use now was relatively less difficult to interfere with by utilizing existing Channels. Which Channel? It was obvious. I collected magic power in the cracks across my heart, a Seed Channel, which could be connected to any dimension by infusing Mana. My body and spirit began to chant the spell at the same time.

“You are the guardians of cruel death, the black waterbird singing immorality. You were born where the stormy sea of ​​ghosts cried and waved in hellfire. Where all the sacred light is silent. In a nest of sea rocks, drenched in blood and dirt, now hear my voice and flap your wings.”

Seed Channels, unlike the adult ones, not only lead to one dimension but could be randomly connected to any dimension, as long as you give it enough magic power. So, when a Truth-Seeker planted the Seed Channel, Parvache explained that there must be a wizard nearby aiming at the jackpot and attempted summoning magic. It was aimed at summoning a powerful being of a higher level.

And, Parvache’s evaluation of that kind of people was consistent. ‘Idiots who don’t care for their lives,’ he called them. It was because they were completely ignorant of the dangerous things which could come out. My summoning of Parvache was more or less a stroke of luck as a result.

“It delights in the calamity of all breathing things, and I indulge in the bloodshed of every sinister being. Suffer, suffer, suffer without limits. Those who will bite the non-drying contaminated water dare to stand before you.” I began chanting the summoning call.

My body’s Channel was almost left unused, but as time passed, Parvache paid attention to the fact that my Seed Channel was bound to my body and that Parvache was my teacher, who was unmatched in the knowledge of magic. Because it was a Channel connected to my body, the energy consumption decreased with experience. Also, Parvache’s knowledge allowed us to induce coordinates to any desired location on any dimension, rather than waiting for a random dimension to be connected.

In Parvache’s mind, there was a “dimensional map,” a milestone of almost infinite dimensions. This was one of the reasons he assured me that he could teach me the dimensional leap. Through his mind, we knew every possible destination. Thus, Parvache and I completed the magic that there were few examples of across all dimensions. Summoning magic from a distant dimension that didn’t lead to its own dimension, excluding randomness that allows you to specify and recall the object you want to summon without error. It was like a lottery where you knew what was going to come out in advance.

“And I will curse divinity in sighs and screams. Oh, the descendants of arrogant violence, let your prey despair in everlasting pain. Come here. Oh, the Waterbird of Decay!” I continued chanting the call.

With the completion of the spell, it was too far beyond human intelligence to measure. A distant dimension opened and connected to the Channel in my chest, a connection that would have been impossible without the dimensional coordinates that Parvache had planted deep in my unconsciousness and without forcing my spirituality to expand. A dimension that my pure biological brain wouldn’t even dare to recognize.

The Channel, which was the shape of a long scar on my chest, gradually became more and more circular and eventually stopped growing a little less than my height. It almost covered my body. I’ve tried it several times, but it seemed that this was the limit to the size of “doors” that could be made with this Channel. After completely opening the Channel, we waited. Moments passed by, and the beings who responded to my call began to flap their wings and fly out onto the apartment’s roof. From the Channel open in my chest, they flew upwards to the sky. The sound of flapping continued.

“Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-eight! Two are missing, but it’s enough,” I said, relieved.

After the last one was summoned, the Channel began to shrink and returned to the original shape of a long diagonal scar across my chest. Meanwhile, the creatures I had summoned surrounded me and flapped their wings, waiting for my orders.

-Kiiieeeeeeeeeeeeek!

They cried with their mouths that stretched out like a long bowl on the side of their wings.

[… It’s spilling a lot. They must be hungry.]

“Oh great, we can send them right away.” Looking at their condition, I nodded.

At the top of the body, one eye with no eyelids and the size of an adult’s fist was looking at me, and the pair of black wings right underneath the eyes were similar to a crow at first glance. If it extended its wings to both sides, I thought it would be a few hand-spans larger than my shoulders’ width. The place where the wings met, a giant, circular flesh-colored mass was drooping down – just under the mouth shaped like a tube. It was a massive chunk of flesh that occupies more than 90% of their body’s volume. Its appearance was similar to a thin leather bag, overfilled with water and hung on a ceiling.

A blunt, dark brown protrusion the size of a thumb rose out toward the bottom. From there, a murky milky white liquid was secreted continuously and was falling on the rooftop. In simpler terms, these bird-like creatures looked like giant breasts flying with crow-like wings. Their anatomy was like a tap that was continually dripping white liquid.

-Kiiiieeeeeeeek!

Originally the name of this species was ‘Waterbirds of Decay.’ Still, I often called them ‘milk cows’ because of their appearance. Again, Parvache hated this nickname very much. The turbid white liquid that they were spilling on the rooftop floor indicated that they were starving. When the liquid touched a surface, there was no change, and it disappeared naturally over time. However, if it touched a living creature, it rapidly decayed the target, and it was a dangerous magical compound that never dried or could be wiped off until the decay ran its course. As long as it was an organic body, it would die from this liquid’s effects; the only protection against it was Magical Protection.

“No matter how hungry you are, if I let you fly like that, a passerby will die if he or she is unlucky enough to get hit by a drop of that. So, hang in there, stop.”

I commanded my mind to be in sync with them. I have dealt with it many times, and the order worked without difficulty. They controlled the secretory organs to stop releasing their decay-inducing liquid. As soon as I beckoned, they started flying to their destination: Mapo Bridge. This was where the Ashpim Giant was raging about. As a safety measure, I instructed them to unfold one of their abilities: invisibility.

“Come on, go.”

The Waterbirds of Decay started flying over the Mok-dong sky to Mapo Bridge.