Transcendent Warrior with a Dimensional Shifting Inventory

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Night had fallen, but there was no time to waste.

The sorcerers may have already succeeded in hunting the dragon and obtained the magic bead.

If so, they had to seize it before they used the magic power in the wrong place.

Only then could the altar of Sylphir be restored.

Minhyuk left the search for survivors to General Tarman and climbed onto the back of Chun-sam alone.

Flutter-flutter-

Chun-sam soared powerfully into the sky.

Minhyuk recalled the location of the magic tower that the wandering wizard had told him about.

First, they had to head due north from the Sylphir fortress.

“Chun-sam, fly north.”

“North!”

Chun-sam could tell the direction even without a compass.

It wasn’t magic, but a sense unique to birds.

Wheeeng-

As they headed north, a strong headwind blew.

However, Chun-sam, who was resistant to wind, maintained his flying speed.

Minhyuk looked down.

It was a frozen land.

The area north of Sylphir had been a snowfield for thousands of years.

However, due to the recent outbreak of permafrost, it had become an even more extreme (frigid) land.

Flutter-flutter-

After flying for a long time, a lake began to appear.

Moonlight reflected off the ice floes of the frozen lake, making it glow.

‘I heard there’s a stone statue where the lake ends.’

As they crossed the vast lake, a huge stone statue appeared.

The statue seemed to be over 100 meters tall.

It was in the shape of a man wearing a helmet and holding a spear.

“Chun-sam, turn northwest.”

“Northwest!”

It was said that if you moved northwest from the statue, you would find the magic tower.

Flutter-flutter-

They flew for about an hour more.

And finally, a tower that stood tall on the permafrost appeared.

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There was a huge altar in front of the entrance to the magic tower.

A group of people were gathered around the altar.

They were the sorcerers of Sylphir.

They had not yet been able to enter the magic tower.

A special ritual was required to open the entrance to the magic tower.

The ancient book said that the entrance to the magic tower would open if living humans were offered as burnt offerings.

However, it was not written exactly how many lives had to be offered.

Sob-

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Bound hand and foot, the figures placed upon the altar whimpered.

They were the last survivors of Sylphir.

After their sanctuary had been eradicated, they’d struggled to survive, only to be captured by the warlocks.

“Please···spare us···”

The survivors pleaded.

The warlocks looked upon them, cruel laughter spilling from their lips.

To them, human life was of little value.

It was but a small sacrifice to achieve their goals.

“There are 35 of them, will it be enough to burn?”

“We’ll just have to burn them and see.”

“There can’t be a shortage···.”

“If you’re so worried, you can burn with them.”

“Shall I?”

Tee-hee-hee-

The warlocks joked about human lives, their voices laced with mirth.

Yet in the depths of their hearts, a few held a shred of conscience.

The survivors’ desperate pleas left a foul taste in their mouths.

Their solution was simple.

They gagged the survivors, silencing their voices.

Mmm-Mmm-

The survivors groaned behind their gags.

“I just wish this would end quickly··· When are we starting?”

“Wait. Master Heron will tell us when it’s time.”

Standing far from the altar, one gazed up at the sky.

It was Heron, the leader of the warlocks.

He observed the constellations, awaiting the moment to begin the ritual.

Emotion swelled within him, a sense of triumph.

‘My dream is finally coming true!’

For the past 100 years, he had waited for this day.

Heron was a man of many secrets.

One of them was his age.

He was 130 years old this year.

For the first 30 years of his life, he had lived under the name Charles, given to him by his parents.

Charles the swindler.

As a child, his dream had been to become a magician.

But born to a poor family of low status, becoming a magician was an impossible dream.

As a boy, he had enjoyed tricking his friends and the townsfolk using various tools of his own creation.

He had the makings of a conjuror.

As an adult, he had become a fairly capable magician.

However, in an era where real magic prevailed, it was difficult to make a living with mere parlor tricks.

Like other magicians, he traveled from one gambling den to another.

He cheated to win money.

When caught, he would be beaten up by the gambling den thugs.

Once, he was beaten to the point of death.

That day, he made a resolution.

He would give up his swindling ways and become a real magician.

And so, with the fortune he had amassed, he laundered his identity.

As the second son of a rural baron.

He also took on the name Heron at that time.

He had laundered his identity in order to enroll in Sylphir’s School of Magic.

However, in the end, he was unable to enroll.

The entrance examiner’s parting words to him still lingered in his mind.

‘You have a clever mind, but what a pity. If you had come when you were younger, you could have become a great magician.’

Everyone’s sensitivity to magical power was different.

Some people, due to their innate constitution, could learn magic even after they were over 70 years old.

However, Heron did not have such a constitution.

For most people, if they did not learn magic before their teenage years, their sensory organs for sensing magical power would be permanently lost.

He despaired.

He thought that it was because of his parents’ lowly status and poverty that he did not receive early education and became ‘incapable of magic’, and he cursed everything in the world.

Having lost his purpose in life, he spent every day drowning in alcohol.

In doing so, his mind became even more desolate.

The hatred in his heart grew day by day.

Eventually, he went mad.

At first, the hatred he felt was directed at no one in particular, but gradually it became directed at specific people.

What was the reason?

His envy of magicians turned into boundless hatred.

He hated them to the point of madness.

He wished they would all die.

‘If we had started on the same starting line, they would all be beneath my feet!’

Then one day, an unknown being came to him.

And made him a tempting offer.

‘If you do as I ask, I will make it so that magicians will disappear from this world forever.’

Heron accepted the being’s offer and did as he was told.

Then, all of a sudden, the magicians all vanished without a trace.

The unknown being also extended Heron’s lifespan.

That was 100 years ago.

Hm!

Heron’s pupils widened as he recalled the past.

The constellations in the sky had moved.

“Begin the ritual!” he shouted to the sorcerers.

Heron’s new goal was to enter the magic tower and obtain the Noskos.

A golden scroll that could teach magic just by being opened.

Heron had another reason to be obsessed with the Noskos.

Any Noskos, once used, would automatically revive the user’s long-lost magical susceptibility.

They could escape their magical disability and become real magicians.

However, to obtain the Noskos, he first had to deal with the monsters inside the magic tower.

So he made Magic tools.

And to infuse them with magic power, he stole the magic power of the Sylphid Altar.

Blaze-

The sorcerers went up to the altar with torches in their hands.

Under the people who were to be used as burnt offerings, wood and rags were laid out.

They were about to set fire to it, but,

“Stop!”

Someone’s shout was heard from the sky.

The sorcerers looked up in the direction of the sound.

Flap-flap-

A huge beast was flying towards them with its wings spread out.

“It’s a griffin!”

“Don’t be ridiculous. We can just chase away that parrot griffin with the Magic tools.”

The sorcerers were full of confidence.

They had already had the experience of taking away the Sylphid’s vitality with their Magic tools.

Someone who had been looking through a telescope shouted to them.

“There’s someone riding on the griffin!”

At that sound, the sorcerers froze completely.

“A, a wizard!”

It was like foxes that had been ruling a mountain without an owner being startled by a tiger’s roar.

They already knew.

No matter how much they raged with their Magic tools, they were no match for a real wizard.

Magic tools were originally created by wizards.

They were just assembling, disassembling, and applying things that had already been created.

In the eyes of wizards, they were monkeys with abacuses.

They were just fumbling with something they couldn’t even use properly.

Furthermore, their opponent was flying in the sky on a griffin.

A wizard of that level would be able to easily take away the control of the Magic tools from them.

So, fighting itself was out of the question.

“Run away!”

Half of the sorcerers began to run away.

Heron shouted at them.

“Don’t run away, you cowards! There is no wizard!”

Heron’s words fell on deaf ears as the fleeing figures continued their escape.

The sorcerers who remained brandished their weapons.

Heron activated the magical weapons nearby.

There were various gigantic magical weapons, including some with wings.

Flap, flap-

The magical weapon in the shape of an eagle soared into the sky.

And it flew swiftly toward Minhyuk.

Pow-

Minhyuk pulled out a Gatling gun from his inventory.

In preparation for aerial combat, he had created a joint to mount the gun on Cheonsam’s saddle.

A multi-joint joint that allowed the gun to be aimed in any direction.

Clank-

After mounting the gun on the joint, he aimed it in the direction of the flying magical weapon.

Rattle-

The muzzle of the gun erupted in flames.

Under the Gatling gun’s incredible firepower, the magical weapon flying toward him was riddled with holes and crashed.

However, it recovered with automatic repair and flew up again.

Rattle-

Minhyuk riddled it with holes once more.

It crashed, then flew up, repeating the cycle until its magic power was finally depleted.

The other magical weapons could not attack Minhyuk.

This was because Cheonsam was flying extremely high.

However, the Gatling gun had a long range, so Minhyuk could attack the magical weapons on the ground.

Rattle-

Rattle-

Minhyuk poured bullets on them.

The magical weapons could do nothing but take it.

‘This is fun.’

It was exciting to shoot from the sky.

It was like shooting at tanks from a helicopter.

Rattle-

Minhyuk fired his gun without hesitation.

The sorcerers watching the scene were horrified.

“The wizard didn’t disappear! He was somewhere making an even stronger magical weapon!”

Realizing that they were no match for him, the sorcerers began to flee.

But they were quickly captured by Asdel soldiers.

Minhyuk had already deployed the soldiers near the magic tower using Gaon.

The sorcerers who had escaped earlier were also captured by the soldiers.

Rattle-

Minhyuk’s shooting continued.

And finally, all the magic weapons were destroyed.

Heron murmured with a frozen expression.

“This is ridiculous… Mages aren’t supposed to exist…”

He was soon surrounded by Asdel soldiers.

Hmm-

Heron sighed deeply and took something out of his arms.

Then the soldiers shouted at him, pointing their guns at him.

“Don’t move!”

Chichich-

Heron tore the magic scroll.

Bang-

Bang-Bang-

The soldiers opened fire.

However, Heron had already disappeared like smoke.

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Minhyuk decided to execute all the wizards immediately.

Because of them, Silphir was destroyed and hundreds of thousands of people died.

What they did could never be forgiven.

Minhyuk rescued the survivors who were tied on the altar and put the wizards in their place instead.

“Execute them.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

Whoosh-

The soldiers set fire to the altar.

Flames soared high.

Kyaaak-

Dozens of wizards screamed.

The flames soared higher and the screams grew louder.

Some time passed,

The screams of the wizards began to diminish.

They were losing their lives one by one.

Finally, when the screams completely disappeared,

Pop-

A bright light burst out from the magic diagram engraved on the altar.

At the same time, the entrance to the Demon’s Tower opened.