My Uncle is the Strongest Dark Mage

Chapter 50

Aven Hospital.

Andy, who had been lying on the stark white bed, suddenly convulsed, his body jerking violently.

'Andy.'

The story had already been passed along.

As soon as Andy began convulsing, the nurses swiftly fastened a Magic Restraint onto his small wrist.

Then, as if he had never been thrashing, Andy grew still.

Heming clasped the boy’s hands tightly in both of his own and bowed his head deeply, as if in prayer.

'Please, let this child be safe.'

It’s okay.

The situation will be resolved soon.

Even as he reassured himself, the unease didn’t fade.

At least, not until Andy woke up—until then, he couldn’t shake this worry.

Hoping that time would pass quickly, Heming lightly patted the back of his wife, who was seated beside him stroking Andy’s head.

"It’ll be alright. I’m sure of it."

He spoke to ease his wife’s anxiety.

A hollow comfort, one he couldn’t even convince himself to believe.

* * *

Tokun Masao charged forward.

His movement drew the attention of not only the students but also the professors.

In his hand was an oddly shaped sword.

No, to be precise, it was a blade with a slight curve, resembling a saber.

A weapon style used only in certain regions of the Hwan Empire.

Professor Magnus widened his eyes as he sensed the alien power emanating from it, realizing something.

'So, it was that!'

The Masao Family bloodline was cursed to be born as Magic Rejectors.

A Heavenly Curse that had yet to be overcome, even in modern times.

Once a prestigious family of the Hwan Empire, they had collapsed rapidly under this curse.

Yet, the ancestors of the Masao Family had refused to give up, struggling to overcome the Heavenly Curse.

To revive their fallen family.

To reclaim their former glory.

But ultimately, they failed to conquer the Heavenly Curse.

And so, they shifted their perspective.

If the curse couldn’t be removed, could they instead find a way to use it?

Powerful spiritual thoughts often leave unique forces imbued in objects.

Things like sacred swords or demon swords imbued with distinct egos.

Utilizing the method black magicians used to absorb curses into objects, they concentrated their curse posthumously into the form of a blade.

The experiment was remarkably successful.

Thus was born a single sword, crafted after the death of the then-head of the Masao Family, mixed with his ashes.

A growing Artifact that continued to absorb the curses they carried, becoming stronger with each generation.

A one-of-a-kind force of anti-magic, erasing all magic power in existence by its mere presence.

It was at that moment that an abomination, a nemesis of ability users, came into existence, passed down solely to the direct descendants of the Masao Family.

Just as it was now, in the hands of Tokun Masao.

"......."

It was a power he didn’t want to use.

The Half-Demon Sword, which erased all magic without question.

Even the minuscule amount of magic power he had painstakingly gathered to overcome the handicap of being a Magic Rejector was completely dispersed.

"Tch."

A powerful curse climbed up from the sword to his arm.

A curse that had grown stronger over generations.

As if to say he was still unworthy of wielding it, the curse relentlessly gnawed away at Tokun Masao’s body.

'At best, one minute or so.'

The power he could use was only a fraction of the sword’s true strength.

But that was enough.

This alone was sufficient.

This was the divine artifact of the Masao Family.

The ultimate weapon that enabled the family, during the Masao Incident which led to their complete exile from the Hwan Empire, to cut down even superhuman monsters with an ordinary human body.

Once this sword was wielded, the user’s abilities couldn’t surpass the limits of an ordinary human body.

One minute—Even if Tokun lacked the ability to fully unleash the sword’s true power, it was enough time to cut down a five-star black magician.

"......."

All the professors seemed to know about the Masao Family’s heirloom; they silently stepped aside to clear his path.

A vacant passage naturally formed between Tokun Masao and the Black Mage.

Tokun Masao sprinted down that path, raising the Half-Demon Sword toward the magic circle set up by the professors just ahead.

Before the Masao Family, stars lose their meaning.

It didn’t matter whether it was a magician, black magician, or supernatural power user.

If it was made of magic, it would be cut without question by the most alien weapon in existence.

A divine artifact that allowed an ordinary human to threaten superhumans and whose unsettling power even made the Hwan Empire’s emperor view it as a threat and banish it.

Even the meticulously constructed magic circle created by expert magicians couldn’t withstand the trajectory of this sword.

Whish.

The Magic Restraint handed over by Maril floated lightly in midair.

With both hands now freer, he gripped the Half-Demon Sword firmly.

The powerful curse emanating from the Half-Demon Sword repelled all the magic surrounding Tokun.

Masao Swordsmanship.

One Stroke, Two Cuts.

Without magic, his body couldn’t perform intricate movements.

Thus, the martial arts newly established by the Masao Family after acquiring the Half-Demon Sword were comprised solely of the most basic motions that could be executed with the blade.

There was no special finesse.

Just a sword descending from above.

Repeated countless times since childhood through grueling family training, the trajectory was drawn, slicing apart everything made of magic in front of him.

The magic circle and even the ominous negative magic power from the Umbral Dimension trapped within it—both were cleaved apart.

"......!"

There was no explosion of negative magic power.

As if fearing Tokun Masao’s anti-magic power, the negative magic power recoiled instead.

A stronger curse pushed out the weaker one.

This created a gap between the magic circle and the Black Mage, fully revealing the mage’s entire form to everyone present.

Standing at just over 160 centimeters, slightly shorter than average.

With tawny hair messily sticking out in all directions like a dust mop.

Wide-open eyes clearly showing their shock at the situation.

"Well done, Student Tokun."

A figure leaped in behind Tokun Masao, who had cut through the negative magic power.

Natilda Scape, catching the Magic Restraint Tokun had tossed upward earlier, grinned broadly.

"Leave the rest to me."

She charged forward without hesitation through the path Tokun Masao had cleared.

In a single bound, she closed the distance to the Black Mage in the blink of an eye.

Surprised, the Black Mage stumbled backward in haste.

'It’s over.'

There was truly no way out now.

Feeling the cold texture of the Magic Restraint clasped around their wrist, the Black Mage squeezed their eyes shut.

Swish!

At that moment, everyone present instinctively felt the end of the incident.

The Black Mage’s arm, bound by the Magic Restraint, suddenly flew through the air.

Red droplets of blood scattered in all directions.

As the arm was severed, the Black Mage steadied their momentarily disrupted balance and displayed a sly grin.

"Do you think I’ll go down like this?!"

The blood droplets dispersed in midair began to transform into the shape of a cone.

The blood, refined into the form of stakes, spun like a whirlpool and flew toward the unsuspecting Professor Scape.

Curse Technique.

Blood Poison.

Blood saturated with toxins.

The Curse Technique, manifested from that foundation, pierced into Professor Scape’s vital point.

Crash!

However, before it could penetrate her body, it was entirely blocked by the Magic Circle exposed on her skin.

"Kuh-huk!"

Reflexively defending against the attack, Professor Scape immediately grabbed the Black Mage’s neck with a powerful grip.

With an intent to snap the neck, she slammed the Black Mage’s body into the floor of the auditorium.

Like stardust sprinkled in the air, her arm holding the Black Mage’s neck shimmered brightly.

A microscopic-level magic, implemented by engraving magical rituals into each individual cell through extreme precision in Mana Manipulation.

A magic independently developed by Professor Natilda Scape, regarded as the pinnacle of Body Enhancement magic in terms of both precision and difficulty.

'Is she a Martial Artist?!'

Skin cells, muscle cells, nerve cells, bone cells, immune cells, and more.

Every cell comprising her arm was excessively activated through the power of magic.

Regeneration, strength, reflexes, elasticity, immunity.

All of her physical abilities were enhanced to a level comparable to that of a Martial Artist.

The ultimate close-combat magician.

Her appearance, demonstrating why she had earned such a title, caused the Black Mage to writhe in pain as they clutched Professor Scape’s wrist.

"Are you still not giving up?"

The blood stakes, blocked by the Magic Circle.

They reverted back to liquid form and spread widely over her Magic Circle, like paint spilled across a sketchbook.

The toxins seeped into the deteriorating Magic Circle.

Professor Scape’s face twisted into a scoff at such a pathetic attempt to weaken her body.

"Quietly admit defeat, Black Mage."

Yet, even without any special countermeasures, the curse failed to penetrate Professor Scape’s enhanced immunity.

'I’m so close now!'

More than half of the body had already transformed into data.

Just a little more, and they could escape to another place through the collapsing Digital Realm.

The opponent, seemingly aware of this, glanced at the Black Mage’s vanishing legs like a ghost and prepared the Magic Restraint once again.

Having fallen victim to it once, the act of severing an arm just before it latched on would no longer work.

[Tsk, can’t even escape properly?]

Observing the scene from beyond the Negative Dimensional Magic Power, someone clicked their tongue in dissatisfaction.

A wind began to blow.

Within the suffocating Negative Dimensional Magic Power.

A refreshing breeze flowed from within it.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she urgently released the Black Mage’s neck and brought both arms in front of her chest.

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, her body was hurled into the air.

Her wrist, struck by something, throbbed with intense pain.

'Was there an accomplice?!'

The attack had come from beyond the space.

It had flown in from beyond the Digital Realm, where the Black Mage was attempting to escape.

Suspecting the presence of an accomplice, Professor Scape once again reached out to grab the Black Mage.

"Kahahahaha!"

But in the end, it was too late.

The Black Mage’s laughter echoed throughout the entire auditorium.

Before Professor Scape could grab him, his body was completely sucked into the Digital Realm.

'I did it!'

It had taken some time to break into his Reverse World and create a new one there, thanks to that monstrous being.

Nevertheless, he had succeeded in escaping from the magician in front of him.

Although there had been an unknown intervention at the last moment, the ecstatic Black Mage didn’t question it at all.

Overwhelmed with the joy of escape, the Black Mage quickly fled the scene.

"Damn it!"

As the Black Mage vanished, Professor Scape let out a frustrated cry.

She felt utterly humiliated.

To lose him right in front of her eyes.

This was clearly her own mistake.

The Negative Dimensional Magic Power quickly dissipated along with the Black Mage’s departure.

Turning her back on the faint remnants of Black Magic Power lingering like an echo, Professor Scape looked to Professor Magnus and spoke.

"You said Heming went to Aven Hospital, didn’t you?"

Any apologies for causing this situation could wait.

For now, capturing the escaped Black Mage took priority.

"On the way, I’ll borrow an ambulance. And Professor Vivaldi, please request police cooperation immediately!"

With Professor Scape’s words, the professors hurriedly left the scene.

Watching their retreating figures, Tokun, who had been sitting on the floor with both arms limp from the aftereffects of using the Half-Demon Sword, suddenly stood up.

'Andy! Uncle Heming!'

With worry-filled eyes, he quickly chased after the professors, following their steps out of the auditorium.