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    • by Cristae — 337 The Almighty Magician (1) A log cabin stood tall in the middle of the reeds. Roses bloomed all year round, climbing the pillars and covering half the roof, while ivy crept up the walls, lush and green. Yellow flowers peeked out between the leaves. Countless pots of all shapes and sizes surrounded the house, making it look like the home of a dwarf straight out of a fairy tale. There was even a low fence around the cabin, draped with broad-leafed plants. There was no gate, but in the only gap…
    • by Cristae — 280 Betting (4) Sandra Gamble’s day always began late. After all, she didn’t work anywhere that required her to clock in on time, and it took less than five minutes to walk from her dormitory to the lab. If it were up to her, she would have liked to wake up even later, but ever since moving from that luxurious pension to the school, there had been restrictions on when the cafeteria was open. Considering the small number of faculty and students, it was understandable. There was a kitchen in the…
    • by Cristae — 356 Molting (3) What? Did she just ask if I made this on purpose? I almost retorted—why would I ever create something like this?—but stopped myself. Because I immediately understood the line of reasoning that led Park Seohyun to ask such an innocent question. I’d left most of the management of the mage students to Kim Chaemin, only teaching the occasional rune class. Still, Park Seohyun would sneak over to me during after-school study hours. That started after she found out I was...…
    • by Cristae — 522 To Remain a Magician (6) A powerful wave radiated from Michelle. Mana spread out like mist. It didn’t feel threatening, but neither was it so beautiful that one could just stand there, entranced. And yet, astonishingly, nothing happened. “Don’t get any closer.” I grabbed my father’s arm. It wasn’t a landmine that would explode if touched, nor did there seem to be any sign of another spell being cast. But the mana, surprisingly, did not waver and simply stayed in place.…
    • by Cristae — 515 The Magician’s Child (5) Even now, and in the future, Hong Seok-young would never admit it. Some might say that the horrific experiences at Mont-Saint-Michel in the past must have left their mark on Noah Michelle. Hong Seok-young did not deny that point. But that alone did not make him understand Michelle. What was pitiable remained pitiable, and what was different, remained different. Perhaps, someday, Hong Seok-young would look back on this day, on what happened in this dungeon, with a…
    • by Cristae — 466 Cactus Flower (2) Right after the conquest of the Desert Mole Dungeon. One hour before Daniel’s in-depth interview with Guild Mimi. “So.” “Hm?” “What exactly did you talk about?” “Ummm, well…” Arms folded, I tilted my head from side to side. The longer I hesitated, the narrower the man’s eyes grew. It was a familiar look—the face of someone debating whether or not to smack me. The kind of face you often saw when talking with a childhood friend. “It’s…
    • by Cristae — 422 Ashes’ Vermin (2) Let’s imagine for a moment. One day, as I was living my life with diligence, a stranger came to see me. Strictly speaking, he wasn’t a complete stranger. There was something oddly familiar about his face, his voice. So, as I stared at him, wondering if he might be a long-lost sibling, he said this: “I am you, from the future.” How would I react to that? I’d call the police, obviously. Report that there’s some lunatic hanging around. Honestly, if…
    • by Cristae — 417 Preparation for the Raid (2) “Does it bother you?” “Hm?” “I asked if it bothers you.” Kim Chaemin’s gaze drifted toward Han Taekyung and Eva Robinson, playing on the beach. It was a stark contrast to the adults’ serious faces as they reviewed dungeon plans. Eva Robinson was one thing, but Han Taekyung… Well, I was the one who told him to just check the fairy’s words and not worry about the dungeon. Apparently bored of playing in the water, Han Taekyung had…
    • by Cristae — 509 In a Dream (4) No matter how many flights of stairs we climbed, or how many times we descended twice as many, the same maze appeared before us each time. For a moment, I wondered if Michel had built the maze across multiple levels, but that notion was quickly dismissed. Even if Michel could reshape this dungeon however he wished, it was impossible to replicate an archmage’s unique magic. “It’s my magic,” Kim Chaemin said, his face set and hard, as he looked at the grass underfoot and…
    • by Cristae — 430 The Mist of Mont Saint-Michel (3) February, 2037. France, Mont Saint-Michel Dungeon—“the Library.” Before the first floor was cleared and the book-filled second and third floors were discovered, it wasn’t called a library. There was Noah Michel’s account of the lower floors, but at the time, it was the unverifiable testimony of a child. Because of its indoor nature, immense size, and the grand, elaborate decorations, it was first called the Castle. Mont Saint-Michel’s castle.…
    • by Cristae — 357 Molting (4) My father taught me nearly everything he knew. How to move my body, how to use my head. How to become a passable Hunter and clear dungeons, how to think strategically to become a decent Hunter. ...And so on. He didn’t just teach me how to become a Hunter. He taught me the things a parent should teach a child, the things a father should pass on to his son. He taught me, truly, everything necessary to live. Of course, that didn’t mean my father could prepare me for…
    • by Cristae — 421 Bugs in the Ashes (1) I never wanted to become a hunter. The reason was simple. I hated physical labor. Well, it’s hard to find a job that doesn’t involve some physical effort. Even my own major required me to grind myself down. All-nighter shoots were routine, and every shoot meant hauling a mountain of gear. Beautiful films aren’t made without a price…. But the work of a hunter felt fundamentally different. That’s not to belittle hunters—or any other profession. I…
    • by Cristae — 345 A Blessing Upon You (4) “But even if it’s an automaton, it doesn’t make sense.” “It’s magic, isn’t it?” “Magic isn’t omnipotent!” Saying that while using magic… Still, I understood what Kim Chaemin was getting at. The automatons of Noah Michel I’d seen were, at best, devices that executed programmed commands precisely. They didn’t become Henry Lehmann. What do you even call that? What Kim Chaemin fought was undoubtedly Henry Lehmann. I’d never met the man…
    • by Cristae — 482 Territorial Dispute (4) Sandra Gamble was not an educator. She was well aware of that fact herself, and not once had she ever wanted to teach anyone. Once, a fellow university student had said something to her. She couldn’t remember exactly when, but it was probably after she’d asked a question about a sticking point in an assignment. “You, too, can’t escape the fate of a genius.” “What? Are you insulting me right now?” “It’s not an insult.” She’d gone to the…
    • by Cristae — 389 Inside (1) “You know,” Alex Hope spoke up, slowly, as she checked her raincoat once more. “It’s true the school was suffocating. Not that I’m trying to complain, but do you know how hard it is to avoid the kids’ eyes?” She’d already complained plenty, so I had no idea what she was getting at. “There’s nothing fun to do, either!” “What are you trying to say?” “I mean, I did ask how long I’d have to keep hiding because I was bored! But still!” Hope…
    • by Cristae — 262 Tati (1) Petals of an unknown white flower fluttered down onto the mud. The petals, as round as eggs, curled inward. The pristine white flower, untouched by even a speck of mud, resembled a lotus, yet I was certain it was unlike any flower found on Earth. And that made sense, for this was a dungeon. A dungeon. And that flower did not bloom on water like a lotus. It had simply fallen from above. Slowly, I lifted my head. I saw the monster, breathing heavily, clutching a wound on its…
    • by Cristae — 458 Frustrating (1) —Be careful. With those words, Gamble ended the call. It was an ordinary enough phrase, yet a strange unease lingered in my chest. Compared to the others, Gamble was on the quiet side… Actually, that’s unfair to Gamble. It’s the people around him who are excessively bizarre. Gamble, by comparison, is normal. But even so, I hadn’t seen him this subdued since Alex Hope’s funeral. I stared at my phone, unsettled. A document had arrived from Gamble, confirming that…
    • by Cristae — 520 To Remain a Magician (4) “Ahahaha!” Kim Chae-min let out a hearty laugh. It was the happiest I’d ever seen him since I’d met him. Aside from laughing louder than usual, he didn’t seem hurt at all, and really, there’s nothing wrong with laughing, is there? I swear, I wanted to welcome Kim Chae-min back with no reservations. But when I saw the dead fish-eye floating behind him like a balloon, I couldn’t help but feel a little wary. …Why on earth is that thing…
    • by Cristae — 425 Field Trip (1) What is the most difficult part of conquering a dungeon? To answer that, I first need to explain what exactly counts as “conquering” a dungeon—where that definition begins. Well… unless you’re a Hunter, there’s no need to know its history. Actually, if you are a Hunter, you have even less reason to care. What matters to a Hunter is whether they can enter the dungeon, and whether they can clear it. Why bother learning knowledge that’s of no use in an actual…
    • by Cristae — 410 Layer Upon Layer of Mountains (3) I’d thought Han Taekyung would just head straight out through the gate. Still, it wasn’t so strange. Han Taekyung hadn’t seen that eel monster. The attack from the pterosaur had taken him completely by surprise. Once he knew what he was up against, with his skills, breaking through wouldn’t be difficult. So maybe he was more worried about the rest of us, stuck with a cute hunter who’d never faced a flying monster before. Or maybe he had a reason to…
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