Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard
Chapter 392

TL/Editor: raei

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Ian thought he needed to do 'something' for the goddess.

After all, she was the one who had brought him to this world.

She had also looked after him in ways he wasn't even aware of...

But the goddess didn't want anything from Ian.

"...Nothing at all?"

"Then, telling me to complete Anor-lsil..."

"Was never meant to be an obligation."

She wasn't wrong.

The goddess had merely given Ian a quest. She hadn't forced anything upon him.

Think about it.

If she had sincerely wanted Ian to complete the sword, wouldn't the goddess have taken some action?

For example, giving gifts each time the sword was upgraded a little.

Or conversely, threatening to take him to heaven if he didn't complete it within a few years...

But the goddess had placed no conditions on Ian.

She hadn't thrown him any sacred gifts~ either.

"Ah."

Ian realized the goddess was being sincere.

"Isn't it curiosity that made Ian complete the sword?"

"...That's right."

Intellectual curiosity and adventurous spirit.

Those were the reasons Ian had completed the magic sword.

'I thought this world was an RPG...'

Ian thought with a smile.

'But it turns out it was a sandbox game all along.'

There had never been any grand purpose entangled with the goddess and her quest.

Life is naturally a sandbox.

Though what goals one sets is up to each individual.

"Hehe. Still, I did hope Ian would complete Anor-lsil."

"Why?"

"Well, it's convenient, isn't it?"

The goddess extended her hand toward Ian.

The magic sword rose spinning before stopping in front of the goddess's eyes.

"Though the power in the sword will disappear. The enhanced structure itself will remain."

"Then..."

"It means this magic sword has now become a magical tool far beyond this world's technology."

The goddess swung Anor-lsil a few times before returning it to Ian.

The moment he grasped the handle, Ian was slightly surprised.

He felt a strange power he had never experienced before.

Deep, powerful, explosive.

An energy that felt sacred rather than light.

"Charging it with this power will help realize Ian's will."

"This is... the universe."

"Universe, deity. Call it whatever you like. It's all me anyway~!"

Just then, a message appeared before Ian's eyes.

[Objective: Create the True Anor-lsil]

...

[Completed]

[Since the True Anor-lsil has been completed, the 'Worship the Sky!' challenge will proceed.]

"?"

Ah, right.

The completion of Anor-lsil wasn't the end.

There was still some strange challenge afterward!

"Goddess. A new challenge has appeared..."

"Challenge! What an interesting expression!"

The goddess cleared her throat with a "hmm-hmm" and said.

"That's why I wanted Anor-lsil completed."

"The challenge?"

"Yes. From now on, Ian can~! Create magic by borrowing my power!"

Magic?

What kind of magic?

"What kind of magic do you mean?"

"Anything!"

Ian was slightly bewildered.

...Anything?

The goddess smiled brightly and said:

"You seem to be thinking too hard, so I'll clarify."

The goddess was excellent at explaining.

Even with only a few minutes left, her clear, focused explanation was superb.

To put it simply, Ian could now freely create any magic he wanted.

The reason this was possible was simple.

First, Ian was a genius.

"Without anyone teaching you, you created your own [status window], right?"

"..."

It was true.

As a child, Ian had desperately wanted to awaken some mysterious power.

You know how other fictional characters get all those overpowered abilities when they're reincarnated in another world?

So Ian's subconscious just...

Created one mysterious ability on its own.

It wasn't intentional.

Rather, Ian's transcendentally powerful ability to handle mysteries had connected the flow of the world to himself, creating unique magic led by the [status window].

Of course, young Ian had no idea.

He just thought, 'Wow~! A status window~! I really was reincarnated in another world~!'

"Second. Ian knows how to intertwine his magic with divine power."

"Skill magic, I see."

An ordinary genius(?) would have contemplated how to utilize divine power.

But Ian had already practiced handling divine power through numerous applications of [skill magic].

"Lastly. Anor-lsil has been completed."

"What role does Anor-lsil play?"

"It's the sun and stars fallen to earth. It connects sky and earth, universe and humans. It's a means to connect the world and the self."

"...I studied science, so could you explain it more simply?"

"It lets humans borrow the power of the universe!"

The goddess added that Ian would understand once he tried it himself.

"It's almost time to say goodbye."

Time had run out.

Only about a minute remained.

"I hoped Ian would follow my revelation, complete Anor-lsil, and change the shape of the world."

Ian couldn't help but laugh.

She wanted a lot.

"Then why didn't you just give me orders?"

The goddess laughed too as she replied.

"It's not something to force upon an individual. Even if not [Ian Eredith Raven], there are many [Ians] who would follow my will."

"That's quite a universal perspective."

Indeed.

From the moment the goddess brought Ian to this world, her purpose was already achieved.

Thanks to the countless variables of the innumerable Ians existing on infinitely branching timelines.

What if Ian went against the goddess's will and just wandered around doing nothing?

It didn't matter.

It would just be unfortunate.

But in the end, Ian had brilliantly completed the goddess's quest.

All that remained was the [Worship the Sky!] challenge.

"You've heard my will."

The goddess spoke one last time.

"To rapidly transform the world?"

"Precisely."

The artificial sky began to crumble.

As the goddess ascended to the heavens—

Ian plummeted to the ground.

"If Ian does his best to live a wonderful life..."

Like an echo, the goddess's voice reverberated.

"That itself is worshipping the sky."

Live earnestly, live wonderfully.

That is the will of the deity.

Ian responded to the goddess.

To the goddess who perhaps could no longer hear his voice.

"I will fulfill my calling."

Ian returned to the ground.

#

A soft warmth welcomed Ian.

Kira was silently holding him tightly.

"Was everything alright?"

Her voice was filled with concern for Ian.

Ian gently stroked Kira's head.

"It was nothing special."

Just then, a tremendous sound echoed from far away.

As Ian's group rushed to see...

"Isn't that your sword, Ian?"

Anor-lsil had fallen from the sky and was deeply embedded in the ground.

It seemed to have fallen from the sky after the ritual ended.

"It is."

Ian scurried over to retrieve his sword.

And...

They weren't the only ones watching this scene.

"What... what's going on?!"

"A sword falling from the sky!"

It was the monks guarding the mountain.

Despite being accused of being corrupted by capitalism, they were still monks who served the deity.

They had let Ian's group pass through...

But they wanted to check how things were going, worried about what mischief they might be up to on the mountain.

But then.

"A sword falling from the sky. This is no ordinary event!"

"The scripture! What does the scripture say about this?!"

"It must be divine revelation!"

The monks watched what Ian was doing while chattering among themselves.

Despite a sword falling from the sky...

Ian didn't even bat an eye!

As if he had known the sword would fall! (He did)

"Now...! He's reaching for the sword...!"

"We must stop him!"

As Ian walked steadily toward the sword,

The monks began rushing out one after another.

That sword was a precious tourist attraction... no, a sacred artifact that needed to be preserved!

If handled well, it could turn this entire region into a holy site!

"Wait! Stop!"

The monks shouted, but.

"Yes?"

...It was already too late.

Ian had pulled the sword out of the ground as easily as a farmer pulling a radish from a field.

Truly a skill befitting a farmer's son...!

"Gasp!"

"How dare he pull out our sacred sword!"

"Return it immediately!"

Ian was dumbfounded by the monks' nonsense.

"???"

How the hell is this your sacred sword, you bastards...

"Put down that sword!"

"Why?"

"It's a sword that fell from the sky! It surely contains the will of heaven...!"

The will of heaven.

Ian raised Anor-lsil high.

He could feel the overwhelming energy he had first felt when grasping the sword.

The goddess had said it.

Ian could create new magic.

'This cosmic power is like the will of a deity.'

He had a rough idea of how to proceed.

It felt like using skill magic.

Putting [power] into a [form].

The magic Maronius created used [language] infused with [the will of mysteries].

Ian's skill magic used [Arcana cards] infused with [Hrundal's will].

Then what about the power of the universe?

The principle was identical.

Just infuse [Ian's unique magic] with [the will of the universe].

But what was Ian's magic?

There was no answer.

He had to create it now.

'Should I try calling lightning?'

Ian sincerely wished and desired it.

Just like when he was a child wishing to awaken his [status window].

...Then a new window appeared before Ian's eyes.

[Skill: Lightning Call]

[A magic that summons lightning.]

[Range: ?]

[Power: ?]

[Spell Power Consumption: ?]

Ian nodded.

As expected. The UI of the status window had changed.

This proved that the status window wasn't created by someone else but by Ian himself.

'Lightning strong enough to electrocute one person.'

As Ian thought this—

The status window rapidly changed.

[Skill: Minor Lightning Call]

[A magic that summons lightning strong enough to electrocute one person.]

[Range: One person]

[Power: Enough to cause unconsciousness]

[Spell Power Consumption: 30sp]

Having completed the magic, Ian swung his magic sword.

BOOM!

Lightning struck a monk.

"Ugh, urkk!"

"Brother! Wake up, Brother!"

"W-what is this...!"

The monk struck by lightning fainted with foam at his mouth.

With 'enough power to cause unconsciousness,' it wouldn't be life-threatening.

The monks looked at Ian with bewildered expressions.

Ian played innocent.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Did you... use some evil art..."

"Though I am a wizard, I don't possess the skill to cast magic without even moving my lips."

Actually, he did.

He had just acquired it.

But the monks would never know this, even if they died and came back to life.

"Then this is..."

The monk muttered in a stunned voice.

"Divine punishment...!"

Ian quickly threw in a comment.

"Perhaps it's a warning from heaven not to covet others' belongings?"

"Others' belongings?"

"..."

They really wouldn't let go of their greed.

"This is genuinely my sword."

"If you need confirmation, we can provide it."

When Belenka and Kira stepped forward, the monks reluctantly backed off.

A holy relic... they really wanted it...

"To attract pilgrims...! To lose such a sacred sword...!"

"We shouldn't give up yet!"

"Right! There's still hope for making this a holy site!"

The monks continued to chatter, but.

Ian ignored them and descended the mountain with his companions.

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