Mage Legend-Chapter 831 - 59: Loss_2

"Lynch, ever since I arrived in this world, it wasn't until yesterday that I understood the reason. I'll try my best to explain it to you, but I don't expect you to truly grasp much," the Martial Monk slowly said. "Your power, your spells, they entirely stem from your self-perception. The so-called sealing of memories and soul is merely a Blinding Technique. Once you believe deep down that you are a mage, you can restore your original self."

"But I'm indeed not a mage, I'm a warrior," Lynch said. "Even though you all seem so familiar with me, why do you keep saying I'm a mage? I know nothing about spells, I defeated the Magic God with the sword in my hand, and that's the whole story!"

"Stop speaking nonsense here!" the Martial Monk said. "I can't stand by while that Snake Demon wreaks havoc in this world, just like it deceived people in our world with lies! I need you to open the passage between worlds so I can subdue it. This is my destiny, the heart demon I can't escape in my cultivation. Open your ears wide, Lynch, listen to me, you are not a warrior, and I can prove it to you!"

Regula stepped back three steps, opened his hands to Lynch and said, "If you can defeat the Magic God, then come try to defeat me?"

"What's so difficult about that!" Lynch leaped up, directly charging towards Regula.

This battle was without suspense, Regula's skills were far superior to Lynch's. No matter how, the mage couldn't even grasp the corner of the Martial Monk's robe. Conversely, Regula, with very strange grappling and throws, or just light pushes, caused Lynch to fall to the ground again and again. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The mage became braver with each setback, always getting up to continue facing the Martial Monk. This match, like a "teaching battle," went on until late at night, only then did both sides stop.

In the end, Lynch's body was already tottering; he let go of his hand, allowing the purple-gold sword to gently fall to the ground, then slowly left the meeting room. He was already bruised and battered, but the most painful wound wasn't on his flesh.

Zilvra picked up the sword and quickly followed him out.

Lynch sat at the edge of the All-Knowing Tower, on the edge of a terrace destroyed by the Great Snake, covered in debris. Aside from Zilvra, he allowed no one else to approach.

The mage's eyes were open, but there was no longer the light of the Eye of Insight. He gazed at the busy crowd below—the Five Realms Fortress, after the victory, was so damaged it could no longer be called a stronghold, so most of the army would be withdrawn, leaving only a small number of guards to monitor the movements of the Snake-men.

The torchlight flickered in the night, illuminating every street, every face in the city. Some faces were filled with the joy of surviving after the victory, some still immersed in the grief of lost loved ones, while others were expressionless, numbed by the incessant war. Lynch looked at all these faces, but without any memories, he couldn't feel their emotions.

"I feel like a corpse," Lynch gently said, a voice only he and Zilvra could hear. "Listening to you all, I'm a very powerful mage, possessing power unattainable by mortals. Whether it's the Four Elements or the stars, life and death, or time and space, they all submit before me. It does sound enchanting."

"But it feels like you're telling another person's story," Lynch said. "Yet I, I have no story."

Zilvra placed the sword by Lynch's side, then gently leaned on his back. "You have many stories, I'll tell them to you slowly. From the dark tunnels of the Underdark, the war with the matron, defending the Elf Forest, then the journey to find the Savior; later we went to the Dwarf's Kingdom. It was then I let you leave my side, a decision I regret the most. That farewell lasted three years."

"It must have been hard," Lynch said.

"If you still retained the memories of a mage, you wouldn't say that," Zilvra lightly sighed.

"Perhaps," Lynch shook his head. "I've been trying to squeeze something out of my mind, even just a tiny fragment of memory would do. Then I could be sure I indeed have a woman like you. But I can only see darkness and emptiness."