Magus Reborn [Stubbing in Three Weeks]

Before they knew it, Kai, Elias, and Veridia had cleaned three corruption zones in the span of a few hours.

Kai had to admit that once they found a rhythm, things became truly easy.

Elias always entered the zones first. He rushed in on his earth platform, using the ground itself to kill as many weavers and fiends as possible before they could scatter. After reaching the sixth circle, he had far more mana to work with, and even though he didn’t have soul spells the way Kai did, he could mix soul mana into his earth magic to make it far more destructive.

The old man was almost perfect for clearing out the hundreds of lesser monsters crawling across the ground.

With his earth sense, and a spell that allowed him to pick out every creature within a wide range, Elias could create spikes from hundreds of metres away.

Fiends died before they even knew he was attacking them. Weavers that tried to hide behind buildings or ruins were skewered through walls, roads, and broken stone.

Sometimes, he cleared most of a zone in less than ten minutes.

When Kai asked him about it, Elias only gave him a calm look and said it felt like being back in his war days. The only difference was that now, he did not have to feel even a little bad about the bloodshed.

After all, they were only monsters.

Veridia, in contrast, was clearly not going all out.

She worked with rigor instead of force, taking out whatever weavers and fiends caught her eye without wasting even a wisp of mana. Every spell she cast killed dozens in the shortest time possible. Darkness swallowed groups of monsters, shadow blades cut through their bodies, and black lightning struck anything that tried to escape Elias’s reach.

She filled the gaps he left behind.

Kai was a little disappointed by that. He had wanted to see her true strength after she reached the sixth circle, especially since she had already been terrifying as a Fifth-Circle Mage. But he could also understand why she was preserving her mana.

That was also the reason Kai only dealt with the larger fiends.

They never knew when something unexpected would charge at them, and he wanted Elias and Veridia to keep their mana focused on clearing the smaller monsters as efficiently as possible. If a stronger fiend appeared, he would handle it. That way, none of them had to break their rhythm unless it was truly necessary.

The first larger fiend they fought was the cat-like one.

It had been troublesome enough.

Despite its size, it moved far faster than something that large should have been able to move. Its body was hard to injure, and beneath the patchy fur, there was a rocky protective layer that blocked most direct attacks. Even when Kai cut into it, the creature barely bled.

In the end, he killed it by using whips and wind hands to flip it onto its back.

Once it was exposed, he found gaps where the skin was softer, tore a hole through them, and froze its insides. That was enough to make sure the creature never got up again.

The whole time, Kai kept watch for Victor.

He expected the Shadow Mage to appear from somewhere, using the fight as a chance to strike while Kai’s attention was elsewhere. But there was no sign of him. Victor did not show himself during that battle, and he didn’t appear when they moved on to the next two corruption zones either.

The second zone was filled with insect-like fiends.

Most were small enough for Elias and Veridia to clear without much trouble, but the larger fiend there was a huge butterfly-like creature. Its wings were torn and stained with dead mana, and its body looked too heavy for flight, yet it still hovered above the corrupted land by constantly releasing black dust from beneath its wings.

It attacked by spitting globs of destructive dead mana.

Each one exploded on impact. They were powerful enough to break parts of Elias’s earth walls and force the old Magus to pull back for a moment.

Fortunately, the creature was weak to flame. Once Kai burned through its wings, it lost the ability to stay in the air, and after that, it didn’t take long for him to turn it into a charred corpse.

The next larger fiend took far more time. Veridia had to join him for that one.

It was a massive spider, and for a moment, Kai was reminded of the spider queen that had led the beast wave. But this creature was not truly the same. Rather than acting like a normal beast, it was closer to a womb.

The spider was alive, but barely aware.

It remained in a hibernating state, its bloated body buried halfway in dead mana while its legs twitched against the ground. It didn’t move to attack them directly. It didn’t even seem capable of doing so. Instead, its entire purpose was to create hundreds of eggs.

The eggs pulsed across the ground around it, half-buried in the corruption, and they began hatching almost at the same time.

With how large the mother spider was, hundreds of baby spider fiends appeared every few seconds.

They were already filling the forest that had become the corruption zone, crawling over roots, tree trunks, dead leaves, and one another. But once the mother realised it was in danger, it began producing even more.

No matter how many Kai and Veridia burned or crushed, more came out.

They hatched only seconds after being born, their tiny bodies still wet with dead mana as they screamed and rushed forward. Some tried to shoot webs at them immediately, acting less like newborn creatures and more like starving predators that already understood how to hunt.

They were weak—easy to burn and crush. Even their webs, although sticky and annoying, could be dealt with.

The real problem was the mother spider’s shell.

It was ridiculously tough. Harder than any normal armour had the right to be. Kai struck it with fire, wind, ice, and mana hands, while Veridia added shadow blades and dark lightning from the side. Yet no matter how many attacks they unleashed, the shell barely cracked.

So, in the end, it became a waiting game.

They had to keep breaking the shell piece by piece while holding back the endless swarm of baby fiends. The sooner they made an opening, the sooner they could finish the mother. But the shell resisted them for far longer than Kai liked.

It took nearly half an hour before they finally opened a hole. Once they did, the fight ended quickly.

A destructive spell through the gap was enough to kill the mother spider from the inside. The moment it died, the flow of new spider fiends stopped. The eggs still on the ground shrivelled, and the swarm already crawling around them became far easier to manage.

A large gush of flame burned the remaining spiders to crisps.

In the end, it was not a difficult fight. Only a time-consuming one.

Even after the area was cleared, Kai didn’t move on immediately. He descended toward the remains and inspected the spiders for a while. By now, he had seen enough to confirm what had been bothering him since the first larger fiend.

These spiders, and the other larger fiends, were not native to Lancephil.

Kai had first suspected it when he saw the golem. These other fiends only confirmed it.

Lancephil had dangerous beasts. Every kingdom did. There were forests, mountains, and old ruins where creatures grew strong enough to trouble even trained Knights and Mages. But these larger fiends were not part of Lancephil’s natural ecosystem. The cat-like beast, the butterfly, the spider, and even the golem all felt wrong in different ways.

It was also too much of a coincidence for such creatures to appear in every corruption zone. They had been planted here by the Maleficia.

He was sure of that now. What he could not figure out was why.

If the goal was to kill him, then they should have placed more than one larger fiend in each zone. A single strong creature could be troublesome, but not enough to bring him down, especially now that he had Elias and Veridia with him. If the goal was to kill his forces, then the plan made more sense. Ordinary Mages and Enforcers would have struggled badly against these creatures.

But Kai knew Maleficia wanted him.

Maybe the larger fiends were meant to exhaust him. Maybe they were placed here so he would spend too much mana clearing one zone after another until Victor or someone else struck at the right moment. But if that was the plan, then Maleficia should have changed it after seeing Veridia and Elias with him.

Kai was certain they were being watched somehow.

He just couldn’t figure out how.

After finishing his inspection, he turned back toward Veridia and Elias. “We should move to the next few corruption zones.”

Veridia looked toward him.

“They are close to each other,” Kai continued. “We should be able to take one each.”

Veridia’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you sure? What if Victor attacks us?”

“If he does, any one of us can send a signal,” Kai said. “The zones are close enough for the others to respond quickly. There is no need to stay together and waste more time than necessary.”

Elias and Veridia looked at each other.

After a moment, both nodded.

Within the next hour, they cleared several more corruption zones.

Those zones were smaller than the first three, but they still had enough fiends and weavers to make the work tiring. Elias crushed his way through one with earth magic, Veridia swallowed another in darkness, and Kai burned through the larger threats while keeping part of his attention on the surroundings.

No matter how many zones they cleared, Victor never revealed himself.

That only made him more uneasy.

***

Victor watched everything going on, yet he couldn’t figure out who Arzan was or where he had come from.

That was a major problem.

After all, there were very few things in the world Victor had never been able to understand. The Great Lord was one of them, but that was different. The Great Lord was beyond the normal rules of the world. It was something vast enough that not understanding it felt natural.

Arzan was not supposed to be like that. He was only a man. And men… could be understood.

To Victor, a Mage was no different from a scientist. A true Mage sought immortality not simply because he feared death, but because there was too much in the world to learn within one short life. The path of magic was not meant to be only about power, titles, circles, and battles. Those were tools, nothing more.

Mages today had forgotten that. Victor never had.

To him, everything was a box. A spell, a body, a beast, a kingdom, even a god. Each one had a shape, a lock, and something hidden inside it. If he studied long enough, cut carefully enough, and survived patiently enough, he could open the box and see the truth within.

That was how he had treated every stage of becoming an immortal Mage.

It was also why he had chosen to serve the Great Lord when he first learned of it.

The Great Lord had shown him truths he did not know existed. It had revealed things that no spellbook, kingdom, or circle of magic could have given him. Victor served it because one day, when the world changed, he wanted to stand there and see what came after.

The truth of endings.

The truth of beginnings.

The truth of creation and destruction.

If he was honest, Victor believed he would eventually understand even those things. He was meant to. Everything in his life had led him toward that path.

And yet, right now, he couldn’t understand the truth of a man named Arzan. The first reason was simple.

Arzan was called a Fatebreaker.

Victor had never heard the term until the Great Lord told him about it. A man without fate. A man not bound by the whims of the world, destiny, gods, or any force except his own decisions.

It sounded impossible.

He had not believed such a thing could exist.

Even the Great Lord had a fate, no matter how vast or grand that fate might be. Everything did. Kingdoms rose and fell. Mages climbed and died. Beasts were born, devoured, and forgotten. Even the world itself moved toward certain endings.

But one man in the world did not.

Arzan Kellius.

A man with no fate at all. Why was that the case?

Victor couldn’t figure it out, no matter how much he thought about it.

No book he had ever read mentioned anything like a Fatebreaker. No record, no old spell archive, no forbidden text stolen from dead kingdoms had spoken of a man without fate. That made it a mystery, and mysteries were meant to be solved.

That was what being a Mage was about.

More than that, severing ties with fate meant a person was no longer bound by the same limitations as everyone else. Victor didn’t like thinking about his own limitations, but he knew they existed. They had held him back for a very long time.

Arzan didn’t seem to have that problem. Honestly, Victor was not even sure the man was truly Arzan.

He had already looked into everything he could find about Arzan Kellius. Aside from the information he had gathered from others, nothing in the man’s past pointed toward someone this capable. His childhood had not even been spent learning Mage arts. Then, one day, he suddenly became a Mage, and in less than two years, he had risen so quickly that he became king.

Things like that did not happen. Not even if he had unlocked the rumoured inheritance of his mother.

He knew Valkyrie. He had seen her before her death. She had been a good fighter, certainly, but not a Mage he would ever expect to reach anywhere near the sixth circle. Yet her son had become a Sixth-Circle Mage almost out of nowhere.

As someone who had reached that level long ago, he knew the dangers of it very well.

Still, Arzan had achieved it. And that was not even the greatest mystery.

What he truly couldn’t understand was how Arzan had pushed both Elias and Veridia to the sixth circle at almost the same time.

That should have been nearly impossible.

The advancement was dangerous. It was not something a Mage could hand to another like a simple spellbook. Even with the right foundation, one wrong step could kill the Mage or damage them so badly that they would never progress again. Yet Elias and Veridia had both succeeded within days of one another.

Victor watched the three Sixth-Circle Mages move through the corruption zones, and for the first time in a very long while, he felt something close to genuine uncertainty.

Arzan was not only a mystery. He was creating more mysteries around him.

Maybe he had modified the advancement method. But that made even less sense.

The man was too young. Even a genius shouldn’t have been able to do something like that. Victor himself had spent far longer studying the advancement to the sixth circle, and even then, he had only managed to raise the success rate to around thirty percent.

That was still too low.

Yet Elias and Veridia had both advanced in a short time, one after another, as if Arzan had simply handed them the answer to a problem that had troubled Mages for centuries.

It made no sense to Victor.

And that only made him more curious about what Arzan’s title as a Fatebreaker truly allowed him to do.

That curiosity was why he had gone against Xantheus’s plan to corner Arzan inside the corruption zone. The man might have been a great summoner, but he was no strategist. One could not simply attack a being like Arzan without understanding him first, especially not when he now had two more Sixth-Circle Mages at his side.

The larger fiends they had planted looked impressive at a glance, but impressive did not always mean useful. Against the wrong opponent, they were only toys.

What they needed to do was observe.

Without knowing how Arzan fought, what his strengths were, what his weaknesses were, and what limits he had, there was no reliable way to defeat him. He didn’t like moving blindly. That was how fools died, and he had survived far too long to become one now.

Although he had no proof yet, Victor was certain of one thing.

Being a Fatebreaker gave Arzan an uncanny ability to stay alive even when everything went wrong around him. If a man had no fate, then perhaps he also had no fixed line of death. No moment where the world had already decided he would fall.

Victor had very little idea how to deal with something like that.

He hated that.

So, as Kai and his party continued clearing more and more plagued areas, killing the larger fiends they had left behind, Victor watched through the shadows. He studied the way Kai moved, the way he preserved mana, the way he chose when to act and when to let Elias and Veridia handle the work.

Their battle was approaching.

He could feel it.

And when it finally came, he was going to kill the man who defied fate. Not by being stronger. Not by rushing in with confidence and hoping power would be enough.

He would kill Arzan because, by then, he would know enough about him to counter everything that made him dangerous.

***

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