The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years - Chapter 254

Chapter 21: Genius Elves (2)

"Diablo! Diablo!"

Maymill was a man with autism.

Although it was not at the level where he could not communicate at all, he was a person who could speak very little vocabulary and lacked social skills.

Born in an age where he did not understand mental illness, Maymill was bullied a lot from an early age, and his parents were always angry with him.

Maymill's only friend was a toy horse model.

His talent started there.

"Look at this! My name is Dreamia 12 years old! The setting that he is the son of Dreamia XI!"

Maymill was a golem master.

Even Diablo was so overwhelmingly powerful that there was nothing to compare it to.

Despised by his parents and ostracized by his friends from an early age, the autistic boy made other friends similar to his only friend, a horse doll.

At first, he couldn't even play with children, but he had Servant Syndrome.

His genius was barely visible, so the people around him just didn't know about it.

The isolation around him awakened his talent.

He started by simply making toys, and he had the idea that it would be good for toys to move, and furthermore, he hoped for a friend with whom he could communicate.

Decades passed like that, and Maymill grew into the golem master that Diablo needed.

Under Diablo, Maymill made everything he wanted to make.

Maymill was like a child.

It was an unavoidable problem because he lacked the ability to create golems.

Still, he was a great help to the revolutionary army led by Diablo.

Maybe that's why the 12 gods didn't leave the good guy alone.

"Diablo Diablo... hurt. It hurts here."

His army of golems was also a great threat to the 12 gods.

As time went on, stronger golems were created, so they must have grown tired of them.

So he moved one of the traitors of the Revolutionary Army to assassinate Maymill.

"Diablo Dreamia 22 years old... Dreamia 22 is lonely down there. I'm sorry, Dreamia 22 years old... ."

The good guy closed his eyes, worrying about the golem that had not been completed even in the midst of dying.

After that, the bombing of the 12 gods began.

After moving Maymil's body and comrades, the Revolutionary Army's nest had to be abandoned.

The defeat of the Fourth War may have been certain at that time.

* * *

"Maymil."

Well?

As Jamie muttered quietly, Braha tilted her head and looked at him.

no.

Suddenly a memory of the past came to mind.

It was a bad memory.

Even within the Revolutionary Army, Maymil relied solely on herself.

Perhaps because of her childhood memories, Maymill first avoided them rather than the other comrades did not deal with them.

But he was kind only to himself, that is, to Diablo Volfir.

"He looks a lot like my friend."

"If you are a 13-year-old friend, is it the same 13-year-old?"

"Maybe."

If I met Maymill again now, would I be able to treat her more friendly than before?

Can you sympathize more with the golem he made and praise him for doing a good job?

Now that he wasn't in the world, there was no way to know.

But one thing is certain: Maymil's legacy still remains in this world.

'There were times when I went to retrieve it.'

However, they failed to retrieve it repeatedly due to the pursuit of the 12 gods.

The 12 gods probably didn't know that Dreamia 22 was sleeping beneath them.

A long time has passed, but traces of Diablo still remain in this world.

If so, maybe, the 22-year-old Dreamia that Maymill was making might still exist.

A mighty golem that has existed since the time of mythology and feared even the 12 gods is sleeping.

It was Maymill's last will.

'I don't know if it will work yet.'

The important thing is that you don't know where it is.

I can remember what the surrounding terrain was like, but I couldn't imagine that it would be the same as it was back then, tens of thousands of years later.

Perhaps it has already assimilated with the underground rock and has become a mass of rock.

Still, since it was made by Maymill, it was well worth looking for.

If you can get your hands on it, it will be of great help to your power.

this!

Then, Nel-Sharan approached with her eyes shining again.

This?

"Nia! My friend.

It was a small rabbit carved out of wood.

It was the perfect size to fit in the palm of your hand.

At first glance, it might look like an insignificant sculpture, but it didn't feel that way to Jamie.

'This .'

Mana was injected into the rabbit piece.

Then, a red light came into the eyes, and the body part opened wide.

It was wide enough to fit an adult male's hand.

When I put my hand in there, the torso closes to fit the size of the hand and begins to resize.

At the same time, the rabbit's ears perked up, the face became wider, and the mouth widened.

A silver cylinder came out of it. It was in the form of an endless barrel.

"Nia is a spitting kid."

Nell-Sharan speaking with an innocent face.

Braha, who was standing next to him, looked at the Hand Cannon named Nia with a slightly bewildered face.

The red gems in their eyes were of a considerable grade, or they wanted to spit out mana through the barrel at any moment.

To be precise, it was an unidentified energy substituted for mana with a certain substance.

Jamie knew what that mysterious energy was.

'Also, this is It's Maymill's photon system.'

Since the developer is Maymil, I couldn't know exactly how it worked.

However, what is certain is that the technology that converts mana into photons is a weapon that does a lot of damage to the army of the 12 gods.

And the Nia in front of her right now was also a hand cannon made using a photon system.

"Can I check the power?"

Huh.

Nell-Sharan nodded, smirking at what was so much fun.

First off, not here.

Jamie moved to a wide meadow.

* * *

Since it was a wide grassy terrain, she could test the power of Nia from anywhere.

"Thumping."

Whenever possible, wearing a hoodie when outside, Nell-Sharan was running in place like an excited child, with only her nose and mouth exposed.

Jamie glanced at Nia.

It was a hand cannon that was just the right size for the hand, so the power could not be expected.

Even so, due to the nature of photon energy, the formula "speed = force" will be followed.

He raised his hand and built a large wall about two kilometers away.

Aimed Hand Cannon Nia there.

launch.

Wow-

I wondered if dazzling particles of light were being sucked into the barrel.

Kuwaan!!

A white beam of light was shot in a straight line through the barrel.

Jamie, who had been vigilant, opened his eyes.

My body was pushed back, and if my reflexes weren't good, I'd just fall apart.

A white beam of light, traveling two kilometers in an instant, collided with the massive wall Jamie had built.

flash-!

A beam of light penetrating into the massive wall created cracks throughout the wall from the inside out.

Light leaked through the cracks and completely engulfed the wall in an instant, and when the light went out, the wall disappeared like a lie.

Wow!

A brief cheer from Nel-Sharan was heard from behind.

"Nia is strong!"

" Haven't you ever tested it?

"I saw you yesterday and made it."

what?

"Sparkle. strong light. Pretty. So I made it."

Nell-Sharan speaks innocently and Jamie Welton doesn't understand.

Braha said with an awkward smile.

"It's been like that ever since. When I found something interesting, I tried to copy it somehow, and even though the composition was different, I ended up making it similar. Even if that were the case, it would have been possible to imitate that light."

So Nel-Sharan saw the starlight last night and created a photonic system.

It was impossible with Jamie's common sense, so I asked her to confirm.

"Did you really make it for the first time yesterday? Or do you mean you just made this hand cannon, nia?"

If you've developed a photonic system in the past and simply grafted it on with age, it's no surprise.

No, it's surprising that a photonic system could have been built to this extent, but it was far less surprising than it was improvised yesterday.

Even if she has Servant Syndrome, it doesn't make sense.

The photonic system was a skill that Maymill had perfected throughout his life.

Nell-Sharan shook her head and said.

"I made it. light. Glitter!

"So, you mean that you created a beam of photons that go out from within this nia?"

Huh!

Is this possible?

Jamie thought seriously.

and the conclusion reached.

'In front of this guy, May too should stick out both cheeks.'

* * *

Nell-Sharan was a sorcerer who reached the highest level and at the same time an inventor with a genius brain.

Shouldn't have missed that in the first place.

Even Maymill, a genius inventor and Servant Syndrome, didn't have much magical aptitude.

Of course, it only looked like that to an archmage, and in reality, he was a 4-5 class wizard.

Since the golem was a product of magic engineering, it was inevitable, so I learned it, but it wasn't as talented as I saw in person.

Even that, most of them were necessary only for making golems.

Nel-Sharan, on the other hand, was a natural wizard and inventor of artifacts.

That is enough to create the photonic system that Maymill had been developing for decades in one day.

"I knew it was great, but was it that great?"

Braha constantly checked with Jamie if his cousin was visible again.

It was difficult to keep answering each time, so Jamie kept her mouth shut.

Then Braha stopped asking too, and saw Nell-Sharan twitching her ass at her study desk.

"By the way, most people say that Servant Syndrome is an exceptionally developed talent related to memorization . In fact, isn't Nell not Servant Syndrome?

Certainly like Braha's question, Nell-Sharan and Maymill were geniuses with extraordinary brains.

This is because it is not an area that can be reached simply by memorizing well.

Even if his genius sense, idea, imagination, understanding, and intuition were mixed together, it was unknown whether he would acquire the same talent as the present Nell-Sharan.

Jamie nodded and said.

"I have no words to describe it, so I call it autism or savant syndrome. Nel-Sharan's genius category is already beyond that realm.

Yes?

"If I had to call it another way ."

Jamie thought for a moment, then continued.

"Diablo Syndrome."

"Diablo?"

Braha, who doesn't know the meaning of the name, tilted her head and asked Jamie with a smirk.

"Demon talent."

Nel-Sharan was indeed an elf with demonic talents.

"Joe, that's not a good word."

Braha kept her mouth shut, not wanting to say more.

Jamie shrugged and chinked at Nell-Sharan.

"By the way, is he also of high elf blood?"

Huh. Unfortunately."

"I must have struggled quite a bit when I was younger. Especially if it's a child of a high elf... Their discipline must have been stronger."

"Yeah, what."

Whether it was a high elf or an elf, there was one justice that they sought first.

That's 'order'.

And obstacles like Nell-Sharan go against their order.

There are very few elves with disabilities.

It was for a simple reason.

They kill because they are out of order.

On the other hand, there were two types of elves that survived.

The elves, who were originally born without disabilities, and the elves who inherited the blood of the high elves.

Nel-Sharan would have been killed by the time she found out that she had autism, had she not been of high elf blood.

"I understand how you got here."

"It was your mother's consideration."

Braha was also of high elf blood and a noble bloodline.

Then, Nell-Sharan approached Jamie.

show me.

What?

A.C.

Come to think of it, Nel-Sharan brought Jamie here for a magical exchange.

I'm not sure if that exchange is exactly what Jamie thinks it is.

said Nell-Sharan.

"Magician. A huge magic circle created in the sky. show me!

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