Mage Manual-Chapter 61 - 59: The Opportunity to Trample the Elf
Chapter 61: Chapter 59: The Opportunity to Trample the Elf
It’s over!
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Ash looked at the crimson chains covering his body and fell into a bewildered stupor.
Let’s not talk about how he could break free from these chains; even if he did, the wind blades above his head weren’t there to cool him off.
The wind blades were only targeting Valcas now because he was resisting fiercely. Once Ash stopped playing dead, it was hard to say whether the blades would turn on him, an easy target.
Moreover, Ash couldn’t break free from the crimson chains at all!
It was over; he was definitely going to die. Should he call out for the Sword Maiden? But all she could do was stand by and watch…
Just when Ash was trying to empty his mind, preparing himself for his final moments, he suddenly felt himself move.
No, it wasn’t him moving; it was the ground.
Ash looked down and saw that the ground beneath him seemed to have ‘come to life,’ carrying him backwards while the crimson chains didn’t react at all. After all, the chains were attached to the ground; naturally, they’d move along with it.
Could it be that the Earth’s intelligence recognized him as an eco-friendly person with a beautiful heart and soul, thus saving his worthless life?
However, when Ash was carried to the edge of the platform and saw Harvey summoning a Technique Spirit to control the earth, he was deeply moved by this sincere prison friendship.
“Could you find me the next time you want to die? I’m good at what I do and even offer after-sales service. You just need to give me your Technique Spirit as payment before you die,” Harvey hissed. “If the Executioner accidentally kills a non-judgment target, there’s a chance it could go berserk and attack indiscriminately. There were one or two such incidents before, and it usually ended with all the death row inmates wiped out!”
“…I was just about to come to terms with your…. preferences.”
“What?”
“Why do you have an Earth Magic Technique Spirit? Aren’t you from the Necromancy Faction?”
“Nowadays, burial methods are generally in-earth, cremation, and water burial. As a Necromancer, mastering Earth Magic, Fire Technique, and Water Magic is essential, otherwise how can you be a Necromancer?”
Well, Ash thought, he’d assumed that scavenging off corpses was just a part-time job for a Necromancer, not that the main career path for Necromancers was actually working in a funeral home.
Clang!
Valcas suddenly thrust his sword into the ground, and a deep yellow Sword Qi erupted from the earth like a barrier, enveloping Valcas’s entire body and shielding him from the chaotic wind blades outside.
“Miracle · Sword Barrier,” Nagu appreciated. “A very decent swordsmanship defense miracle, but it will only allow Mr. Uer a brief respite. Such futile struggle, such toil, such humility. But rest assured, everyone, the Titan Executioner will relieve him of his pain swiftly… oh?”
Facing the Titan Executioner, coming at him like a landslip and tsunami, Valcas did not retreat or show fear. Instead, he adopted an Elven sword stance, called forth several Technique Spirits, glowed resplendently, his long sword rang out clearly, and amidst the howling wind, a mournful symphony of lethal music played as if the Death God himself had descended!
“If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Uer is now preparing a new swordsmanship miracle he developed as a research scholar, the Heartless Final Chapter,” Nagu said, seemingly excited as well. “His last research report was published nine years ago. At that time, the Heartless Final Chapter was too complicated in its casting steps to enter practical testing, but nine years have passed, and Mr. Uer has now completed the Heartless Final Chapter, even thinking to use it to contend against the Judgement!”
Elf swords dance, the dirge plays, the underdog resists, the criminal defies judgment!
Watching the lonely figure in front of the Titan Executioner, Ash couldn’t help but ask Harvey, “Why him?”
“Hmm?”
“Why did he manage to get 50% of the votes? It should have been me who got the most Redemption Tickets, considering the crimes and exposure. No matter how I think about it, it wasn’t supposed to be Valcas who topped the votes, let alone with an absolute majority of 50%… What exactly did he do wrong to incite such wrath?”
Harvey glanced at Ash, “Isn’t it obvious?”
“What’s obvious? I’ve seen his criminal record; it’s very ordinary. It’s nothing compared to yours.”
“It’s not the mistake that’s recorded in the criminal record.”
“What is the mistake?”
“The mistake of his appearance, the mistake of his lineage, the mistake of his birth.”
Ash blinked.
“He is an Elf, and that is his greatest mistake.”
Harvey said, “In appearance, martial prowess, wisdom, longevity, Elves are at an advantage over other races in almost every aspect. And with their numbers being few, for the sake of preserving their racial interests, the few Elves are more inclined to band together to help each other. The wise Elves are never stingy with the effort to assist their kin.”
“Elves are almost always adopted by the best caregivers and are regarded as ‘society’s housekeepers,’ widely engaged in various managerial positions. With the longevity of the Elves, combined with their excellent looks and outstanding knowledge, other races can hardly compete with Elves in management positions. And though it is said that the status of a manager and an employee are equal, everyone knows that’s just lip service.”
“Who among those who have worked hasn’t experienced the brutality of an Ogre colleague, the laziness of a Goblin coworker, the sloppiness of a Beastman teammate, and the harshness of an Elf supervisor?”
“In the history of the Blood Moon Judgement in Kaimon City, not a single Elf criminal has ever appeared. Apart from the fact that Elves are almost all upper-class in society with no need to commit crimes, it is also because Elves protect each other, forming a united front with their blood ties, something other races cannot do.”
“Goblins are shortsighted, Beastmen are ignorant, Ogres are cunning, humans are selfish… In the presence of Elves, all we can feel is… inferiority.”
“Even I just cast a vote for Valcas a moment ago.”
Harvey whispered, “This might be the only chance for most people to trample on an Elf.”
Ash looked again at the Titan Executioner, but this time, he saw not a fierce Monster but a murky Anger, a colossal pressure of hysteria condensed from countless ordinary people.
Although Ash had not seen any ordinary people apart from the Sword Maidens—aside from Prison Guards, there were only death row inmates in prison—he could understand the thoughts of ordinary people outside.
It was the despair born under an orderly society, the Anger resulting from facing an unbridgeable chasm.
In the socialized upbringing of the Kingdom of Blood Moon, most people are divided into hierarchies from infancy, those with high potential going to good caregivers and those with low potential to poor ones, starting off stratified and winding up worlds apart as they grow up.
Those born well, like the Elves, engage in respectable Professions, and becoming a Mage is no rarity; those born poor, as Ash saw from the criminal histories of Goblins, Beastmen, and Ogres, end up in manual labor or as thugs, with dead-end lives.
And those at the bottom even lack the right to complain.
Because those who are of higher status than you are simply better than you. Everyone comes from the same caregivers, with no capital beyond their abilities.
It’s just that your Talent is better than mine, that’s why you went to a better caregiver, thus being able to accumulate wealth like a snowball, finally standing above me.
A society divided by ability nearly obliterates the courage to transcend class.
Ash fully understood the meaning of the Blood Moon Judgement.
Under such suffocating class barriers, everyone’s desire for a better life was completely suppressed, twisted desires only breeds Resentment and Hatred.
When order dictates you will never come out on top your whole life, breaking the chains becomes a matter of time, especially in the Kingdom of Blood Moon where the family system has completely disappeared, leaving everyone isolated with no concerns for the repercussions of their actions.
Therefore, it is essential to tell people three things: first, breaking the law will lead to a miserable death; second, those of high status can also die miserably; third, the content among you, you are the most fortunate.
Ash was a sacrifice, Harvey was a sacrifice, the convicts were all sacrifices, and Valcas was the most satisfying sacrifice of all.
Just as the Titan Executioner was poised to strike at the critical moment, Valcas suddenly turned his head and glanced at Ash.
Ash was taken aback.
Why are you looking at me?
However, in the next second, the convicts around Ash scrambled away from him and Harvey went so far as to haul land to get away, leaving Ash to understand immediately.
Damn, Valcas isn’t thinking of using me as a corpse cushion, is he?!
