Last Wizard King's SSS-Level Magic system in Modern World-Chapter 166: Regaining Power

Spells that could level mountains clashed against each other. The very air screamed under the pressure of their magic.

Every attack the past Liam launched was precise, devastating, a mastery of power that Liam—his present self—could barely comprehend.

But even as he watched, something felt wrong.

His past self was holding back.

Liam narrowed his eyes, his mind racing. Why? Why wasn’t he finishing this? He clearly had the power. Why—

And then, the truth hit him like a bolt of lightning.

He had never planned to win.

His past self was stalling.

Stalling for something—no, for someone.

The realization sent a flood of memories crashing into him.

The ritual. The sacrifice. The price he had paid.

His past self hadn’t killed the Demon King that day. He had sealed him away—at the cost of his own existence.

That was why he had lost his memories. Why he had been reborn without the knowledge of who he was.

He had been willing to throw everything away for the sake of the world.

The past Liam suddenly turned, as if sensing his future self watching. His glowing eyes locked onto Liam’s.

And then—he spoke.

"You are me. And I am you."

Liam staggered back.

"Wh-What?"

His past self stepped closer, his expression unreadable.

"You came here for answers. But the truth is already inside you. You just need to take it back."

Liam’s breath came fast and uneven.

"But I—I don’t remember—"

The past Liam extended a hand.

"Then let me show you."

The moment their hands touched, a flood of power rushed through Liam’s body.

Memories. Spells. Strategies. Every battle he had fought. Every sacrifice he had made.

It all came back.

The pain was unbearable, but Liam gritted his teeth and endured it. He had to.

Because now, he finally understood.

The seal he had placed on the Demon King was weakening. The attacks happening all over the world were not random—they were the Demon King’s forces preparing for his return.

And Liam was the only one who could stop it.

As the past world crumbled around him, Liam whispered one final promise.

"I won’t fail this time."

And then, everything went dark.

Liam’s eyes shot open, his body drenched in sweat. His breathing was ragged, his heart pounding like a war drum.

But for the first time in what felt like forever, his mind was clear. The memories of his past life had returned—not in fragments, not in disjointed images, but in full, vivid detail.

He remembered the battles, the spells, the sacrifices.

He remembered who he was.

The Grand Wizard.

Slowly, he pushed himself up, his hands trembling slightly from the sheer weight of what he had just experienced. He clenched his fists and stared at them.

Power surged through his veins, familiar yet distant, like an old friend he had forgotten.

But knowledge alone wasn’t enough.

Liam had one month before the final battle. One month before the Demon King broke free.

And if he wasn’t prepared, everyone would die.

Liam wasted no time. He had no food, no water, and no one to rely on.

If he wanted to survive in this dungeon for an entire month, he would have to sustain himself with magic—a skill he had once mastered in his past life.

He sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor, closing his eyes. With a deep breath, he focused on the flow of mana within his body.

He could feel it now, stronger than ever before—a limitless well of energy, waiting to be tapped into.

"Sustain."

A soft, blue glow surrounded him as he activated a spell that allowed him to convert raw mana into sustenance.

Immediately, the fatigue in his limbs lessened, and the hunger gnawing at his stomach faded. It wasn’t a permanent solution, but it would keep him going for now.

Now, onto the real work.

Liam stood up, rolling his shoulders as he called forth his magic.

A golden sigil appeared beneath his feet, glowing with power. He raised his hand, summoning a sphere of energy into his palm. It felt right, like an extension of himself.

But casting spells in memory and casting them in reality were two very different things.

He needed to train—to master his magic once more, refine his abilities, and push himself beyond his limits.

The first thing he focused on was mana control. His past self had wielded magic with such precision that he could cast spells instantly, with almost no wasted energy.

But his current body was still struggling to match that level of finesse.

He started small—gathering mana, shaping it, releasing it in controlled bursts.

Fire, water, wind, earth—all elements bent to his will, but not with the fluidity he desired. He needed to be faster, stronger, sharper.

So, he pushed himself harder.

For hours—maybe even days—Liam cycled through spells relentlessly. Fireballs, lightning strikes, teleportation—spell after spell, over and over again, until his control improved.

But mana control alone wasn’t enough.

Magic wasn’t just about knowing spells. It was about using them effectively in battle.

Liam conjured illusions—shadowy replicas of demons from his memories—and fought against them. He dodged, countered, and struck with precision. Every movement had to be efficient, every spell had to be deadly.

At first, his reactions were sluggish, his instincts dull. But with each battle, his body adapted. His reflexes sharpened. His speed increased.

Soon, he was dodging before the illusions even attacked, predicting their movements with frightening accuracy. His magic flowed seamlessly, as if it had never left him.

But he wasn’t done yet.

Liam knew that to face the Demon King, his current power still wasn’t enough.

He needed to surpass his past self.

So he trained harder.

He cast forbidden spells, pushing his body to the brink of collapse. He manipulated space, time, and gravity, forcing himself to endure extreme conditions. He experimented with ancient magic that only the Grand Wizard had ever dared to use.

And when his body reached its limit, he pushed past it.

Pain became irrelevant. Fatigue was an illusion.

He would not fail this time.

As the final week approached, Liam felt it—his power finally reaching its peak.

He stood at the center of the dungeon, his golden aura radiating like the sun. The air around him crackled with pure magic, his every breath humming with power.

He had done it.

The Grand Wizard was reborn.

And now, he was ready.

The Demon King was coming.

And this time, Liam would be the one to end it.

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Victor walked through the dungeon’s entrance, his footsteps echoing against the cold stone walls. The air inside felt different—charged, heavy, alive with magic.

The moment he laid eyes on Liam, he knew.

This wasn’t the same Liam he had locked in here a month ago.

Liam stood at the center of the chamber, his golden aura pulsing like a second heartbeat. His posture was relaxed, but Victor could feel the raw power radiating off him. His very presence warped the space around him.

Victor narrowed his eyes.

"You’ve changed."

Liam nodded, his expression unreadable.

"I remember everything now."

Victor exhaled slowly, already dreading what was coming next.

"Then I assume you have a plan."

Liam turned toward him fully, his golden eyes glowing with certainty.

"I do."

Victor crossed his arms.

"Let’s hear it."

Liam’s voice was calm, but each word carried weight.

"The Demon King can’t be killed."

Victor stiffened. He had expected something bad, but not this.

"Explain."

Liam glanced upward, as if he could see beyond the stone ceiling, into the chaotic world above.

"The Demon King isn’t just a being of power. He’s a force of nature. He is tied to magic itself. If he dies, magic will be thrown into complete disarray—worse than we’ve ever seen."

Victor clenched his jaw.

"So, what’s the alternative?"

Liam’s next words sent a chill down Victor’s spine.

"I’ll seal him in here with me."

Silence.

For a moment, neither spoke. The weight of Liam’s decision settled between them like a suffocating fog.

Victor forced his voice to remain steady.

"If you do that, magic—"

"—will disappear,"

Liam finished for him. His golden eyes bore into Victor’s, as if daring him to argue.

"This world was never meant to have magic in the first place. It was a mistake. A mistake that cost too many lives."

Victor’s hands curled into fists.

"And you’re just deciding that for everyone? You’d erase magic from existence just like that?"

Liam’s gaze didn’t waver.

"If I don’t, the Demon King will win. He’ll keep coming back. Over and over again. Until there’s nothing left."

Victor wanted to punch something.

No—he wanted to punch Liam.

It wasn’t fair.

Liam had just regained his memories, had just returned to being the powerful Grand Wizard, and now he was planning to throw it all away?

But even as Victor glared at him, he knew Liam was right.

This was the only way.

Still, the bitterness in his voice was undeniable.

"So that’s it, huh? You’ll lock yourself away, and I’ll be left to deal with the aftermath?"

Liam’s expression softened—just a little.

"You’re the only one who can."

Victor exhaled sharply, looking away.

"Damn you."

Liam smirked.

"I’ll take that as a ’yes.’"

Victor hated how calm Liam was about this.

But what else could he say?

He had a duty. If Liam was going to save the world, then it was Victor’s job to make sure it stayed saved.

Victor turned on his heel.

"Fine. Do it. I’ll handle things on the outside."

Liam lifted a hand, casting a complex spell. A massive golden circle spread across the dungeon floor, humming with ancient magic. The sealing spell—one that would change the world forever.

"Once I cast this, you have to lock the dungeon from the outside. No one can come in. No one can leave"

Liam said.

Victor hesitated.

Even now, at the very end, he wanted to stop this. To find another way.

But there wasn’t one.

So, with a deep breath, Victor stepped outside the dungeon’s entrance. He raised his hands and began the lockdown spell.

And just as he did—

A violent tear in space ripped open in front of Liam.

A chilling voice echoed through the dungeon.

"Foolish little wizard."

Liam’s eyes snapped to the portal.

The Demon King emerged.

His form was towering, his presence suffocating. Shadows twisted around him, his molten eyes burning with hatred and amusement.

"Do you truly believe you can imprison me?"

The Demon King hissed.

"You are nothing but a child playing with power beyond your understanding."

Liam didn’t flinch.

"I understand more than you think."

The spell was almost complete. The golden runes surrounding Liam glowed brighter, the dungeon walls humming with the power of the seal.

The Demon King snarled, lunging toward Liam—

But it was too late.

Liam activated the spell.

Outside, Victor finished his own spell.

With a final push, he sealed the dungeon shut—forever.

The moment the entrance disappeared, a wave of energy exploded outward. The earth trembled. The sky cracked.

And then—

Magic vanished.

Victor stood in stunned silence.

He could feel it—or rather, he couldn’t.

The warmth of mana, the hum of spells in the air, the very essence of magic itself—gone.

His chest tightened. Even though he had agreed to this, he hadn’t been ready for what it would feel like.

The world was normal now.

Just like that, it was over.

Victor clenched his fists.

Liam was gone.

Magic was gone.

And now, the world had to find a way to move forward.

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