I Am The Anti-Mage

Chapter 119: The Origin

‘This can’t go on! I need to break through this barrage of thrusts!’ Ji-woo thought as he tried to step forward, enduring the cuts and scrapes on his body.

He didn’t have an option to retreat. It was because when he ran away, the woman would not stop chasing him. He refused to admit that the woman was more powerful than him. But in fact, every single step got taken, the defense would get a more intense barrage of spear thrusts. And the electric element made the spearhead exceptionally sharp.

He couldn’t hold on for long, and finally, a thrust of the spear grazed his hand and shoulder at the same time. The cut was quite deep, and it knocked down his defenses, then his hand went down on its own as it had no more energy after being used up to penetrate forward.

Jleb!

Ji-woo’s eyes widened, and a handful of blood spurted from his mouth. He fell on his knees and collapsed to the ground not long after.

‘I-I can’t fall here. I can’t die! I promised my family! Nullifiers! Help me!’

Ji-woo’s vision became blurry, and his eyes slowly began to dim. He felt further and further away from his consciousness. Slowly but surely, deep in his subconscious, he seemed to see a village with his own eyes.

It was like a dream but felt real. Ji-woo knew it was only in his mind, but it was as if he couldn’t get out of the memory.

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There were about 300 residents, who all had some pattern all over their bodies in the village. Everyone’s figure was great and healthy. Their eyes have a characteristic sky blue color that distinguishes them from other humans.

However, those residents live on the run. It was because their presence never got accepted by anyone or place. Their existence was said to bring disaster. Where they were, Mana which was a gift from God, would not exist.

They were all shunned and pelted with pebbles so that Mana was present in the lives of people who were different from them. It didn’t matter whether it was the elderly, women, or children. All got unfairly treated and abused arbitrarily.

Inevitably, the residents decided to leave the village and look for a new place to live. But that night, a calamity befell those 300 residents. Their village got burned, and everyone got killed. Each corpse had its head chopped off and arranged into a pile like a tomb.

Everyone who committed that massacre laughed while watching the fire that scorched the village without guilts or sins. They believed that they had eradicated the demons that were blocking Mana from being present in their lives. And soon, God would bless them with it.

Not long after the perpetrators of the massacre returned home, a villager with some pattern on his body and blue eyes came to the scorched village. His body trembled at what had happened, and tears of blood spilled out uncontrollably. He knelt before a pile of skulls that were still hot from being scorched.

He screamed with all his might, unable to contain the sadness and anger. He hit his head on the ground 299 times while clawing at the soil with his bare hands.

After that, he rose from his worship and stood up straight, looking in a direction, which was the direction of another human residence not far from his village. He hugged his body and clawed his shoulders straight to his chest. It shattered his clothes and damaged the patterns on his body that had become a symbol of his tribe. He walked far, day and night, without stopping.

Ji-woo, who saw such a scene, also clenched his fists in anger. But, what could the audience do? Nothing, other than just seeing the tragedy from start to finish.

The wandering man who had walked hundreds of kilometers had finally met a Sage. A supreme mage was unaffected by the man’s curse. The man was intrigued because the Mana that would disappear if he got close to him didn’t happen. The supreme mage could perform any magic even when he was near and touched by the wandering man.

Ji-woo felt familiar with the appearance of the Sage. He thought he had seen someone similar to that supreme mage.

The wandering man begged to be taught magic but got no response. For a year, he begged but flatly got rejected by the supreme mage because Mana was not a gift for people like him.

Hearing that, the wandering man was furious and did not accept that his tribe was said to be unblessed. The supreme mage sighed and endured the man’s insults and blows gracefully. Not long after, the wandering man regained his composure as he wept bitterly. He said that he and his tribe should not have been born if they didn’t get blessed.

The supreme mage dismissed the statement by saying that every life has its own role. No matter strong or weak, balance in the world would always exist.

In the end, unable to bear to see the man’s misery, the supreme mage took out two Spheres from his Spatial Ring. It was the Chrono Sphere and Darkness Sphere. The magic stuff was said to be trash in the eyes of magicians.

The supreme mage said that these two Spheres would give the wandering man the strength to survive. But, on the other hand, it might also kill him. That was a double-edged sword.

The wandering man didn’t mind and took the two Spheres. His path was at a dead end, either living for his own ends or dying with sorrow. He then thanked the supreme mage and asked his name.

The Sage said that his name was Jonathan March.

Ji-woo was surprised to hear the name and wondered if the supreme mage had something to do with Stormrage. What was more, he just realized that their stature was similar between the Sage and Stormrage.

The wandering man returned to the village that had no traces after two years of his absence. He held the two Spheres and broke them without hesitation.

Two Rare Mana flew through the air and entered the wandering man’s body without warning. The man groaned in pain for three days straight until he finally calmed down. Not long after, he opened his eyes and felt an immense power in his body, even though it wasn’t from Mana.

The wandering man clenched his hands together and vented his anger by running towards the place where the humans who slaughtered his tribe lived. He retaliated by committing the same massacre. Everyone died with their heads separated from their bodies.

However, after the massacre, the wandering man’s anger did not subside. His hatred grew even more toward the Mana users. He screamed and went elsewhere, committing murders that had nothing to do with his revenge.

Everyone got terrorized by a sadistic killer who could not get defeated and killed by any magician for months. Even the royal soldiers and swordmasters couldn’t do anything against the killer.

The supreme mage must finally step in to restore peace to their land. However, he was saddened to learn the identity of the killer. He felt guilty and responsible for the calamity that befell many innocent people who died.

If the Sage knew the wanderer’s story, he wouldn’t be willing to give the man that power. Revenge was not the answer to problems.

The supreme mage killed the wandering man, stopping the murderous madness that had been going on for months. He must nullify the soul. And say that one day, there would be a human who can use the cursed soul properly. And hope the wandering man rested in peace.

Ji-woo, who saw all these events, took a deep breath. He had the idea that the memories that existed seemed to indicate the origin of the Nullifier.

Suddenly, the wandering man’s soul stood right in front of Ji-woo, who was only there acting as a spectator and should not get seen by anyone.

“Hatred and strife, death and destruction, despair and regret, sorrow and loss. These are what I carry with me when I die. And you as the bearer of my soul must not die before the time comes. You must feel and suffer as I perceived.

“Begone!”

Ji-woo felt pain in his ears when he heard the wanderer’s screams and immediately woke up in the real world. He then opened his eyes which turned dark blue and floated above the ground.

“Magic shall not prevail!”

Ji-woo spoke in a heavy tone and reverberated two voices from his mouth.

Momoka, who heard the strange voice and words, turned around. She was surprised to see Ji-woo hovering above the ground.

“Impossible! Your heart has got pierced by the electric spear! I’m sure you’re dead!”

Ji-woo didn’t react. Around his body began to emit strong winds that swirled like a circle. The wind even put pressure on Momoka. The surroundings shook, and the ground debris got lifted into the air.

“Filthy Mana User, submit to me so that death doesn’t touch your neck.” Ji-woo’s two voices were overbearing and oppressive.

However, Momoka didn’t understand the words and cast a powerful magic spell that could become stronger with the wind.

A tremendous fire burst out and pounced as if it wanted to devour Ji-woo into it.

Ji-woo, who got devoured by the explosion of the enormous fire, emitted a powerful shockwave and swept through the surroundings. The ground beneath him shattered, and debris flew everywhere.

Momoka was no exception. She got pushed back even though she had used the invisibility magic shield to block the shockwave.