I Already Know My Magic Power Is Ridiculously High! Now I Just Need a Cute Wife... - Episode 68

Muscle Wave Style.

The Muscle Wave Style, which refines muscle training into a martial art, holds an absolute advantage in battles between Satellite-class warriors.

It does not have enough power to greatly change the course of a battle between Star-class warriors, but for those at the Satellite-class level striving for martial perfection, it is one of the optimal solutions they can reach.

But—

**”My Bone Meteor Kick couldn’t knock him out…?”**

Dadinga felt something was off after his last attack.

Through relentless effort and training, he had gained the skill worthy of a master.

There was no way an ordinary Satellite-class warrior could withstand his Bone Meteor Kick.

**”You’re really going to do this, Dadinga?”**
**”Of course, we’ll back you up!”**
**”If you weren’t going to, I would’ve done it myself.”**

Three young warriors called out to Dadinga, but the doubt in his mind wouldn’t go away.

**”Be careful. There’s something strange about those Judiciary men.”**

Dadinga raised his guard to the maximum.

**”…Die, muscle freak!”**

Uzerashi staggered forward, then suddenly closed the distance to Dadinga in an instant.

Dadinga took a defensive stance.

(What is this feeling…?)

Dadinga’s sense of unease grew stronger.

Uzerashi’s magic martial arts were at the level of a normal Satellite-class warrior.

From his usual training, Dadinga should have been able to handle this without a problem.

Yet now, he was being completely pushed back.

(…My body feels heavy!)

Gradually, Dadinga could no longer deflect Uzerashi’s attacks.

It felt as if his body was no longer his own.

**”Kuhaha! You’re holding up well in that state. But—”**

**”Guh…!”**

His guard was forcefully broken open.

Dadinga was shocked to realize he had been overpowered.

**”…Your torso is wide open.”**

Uzerashi’s palm strike slammed into Dadinga’s solar plexus, sending him flying.

Even as pain racked his midsection, he managed to adjust his posture midair and barely landed on his feet.

**”Guhah…!”**

Bl00d sprayed from his mouth.

Dadinga realized something was wrong with his body.

His movements had suddenly become sluggish, and the damage he took was abnormal.

(Damn it… My internal organs…!)

The attack shouldn’t have been this powerful for a Satellite-class warrior.

Or rather—

(No… My body is weakening?)

A Satellite-class warrior losing power—

There was only one possible cause that came to mind.

**”…Could it be that my magic power is decreasing?”**

**”Kuhaha, looks like you finally figured it out. But it’s too late. Your subordinates will be dealt with soon enough.”**

Following Uzerashi’s gaze, Dadinga saw his three young warriors struggling.

They were likely experiencing the same phenomenon.

He wanted to help them, but he couldn’t afford to leave Uzerashi unchecked.

First, I need to assess my condition…

Taking a deep breath, Dadinga focused on his own body.

That’s when he noticed a strange sensation on his right hand.

**”What… is this?”**

A sinister symbol had appeared on the back of his right hand without him noticing.

It looked like “a fang bound by chains.”

A type of cursed seal?

But he had no memory of ever receiving such a mark.

**”Kuhaha! So, you really weren’t told. Well, that makes sense. After all, that seal is—”**

**”The greatest mistake of the first Marquis Ortenos, Illumina!”**

On the back of Uzerashi’s right hand, a symbol resembling “a blazing bonfire” emerged.

A cursed seal that seemed to be a counterpart to Dadinga’s.

Most likely, his weakening was due to this seal.

As long as this exists, I’ll remain weakened… This is bad.

Dadinga—

A fist was already rushing toward his face.

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From that point on, it was hell.

Please… Stop… If this keeps up, I’ll die…

Zoan watched Dadinga’s battle anxiously.

The military officer from Technocut who had come to protect the commoners was being helplessly beaten down by Uzerashi.

**”Enough already! Just die, you damn muscle freak!”**

Dadinga was being relentlessly brutalized—yet he refused to fall.

**”Guh…! I won’t… fall…! I will never yield to unreasonable fools like you…!”**

Bl00d dripped from his entire body, and he was on the verge of collapse, but sheer will be kept him standing.

It was all because of his loyalty to Ortenos and Shalka.

**”The fool is Shalka! Just thinking about him makes me sick! Five years ago, he sheltered those starless wretches and even dared to defy us, the Judiciary! A noble showing favor to commoners is disgraceful!”**

**”I don’t know the depths of Shalka’s thoughts. But look at the people who follow him. They see a future in him. They believe in him as the one who will create a new era. Thieves like you who only take could never understand!”**

Dadinga had known Shalka since childhood.

Among the warriors, none had watched over Shalka as closely as he had.

Shalka had always been different, holding ideals unlike others.

But his unwavering resolve and dedication to Ortenos were undeniable.

**”Silence! As long as Shalka was born in Ortenos, he cannot escape the ‘Seal of Righteous Chains’! Every Ortenos is nothing more than a slave to us, the Larnets!”**

**”I don’t care about that! Shalka is Ortenos’ future! He carries the burden of the family, constantly struggling and pushing forward! No matter what obstacles you set, Shalka will overcome them and tear out your throat!”**

Dadinga’s desperate declaration resonated with everyone present.

Magic users were typically feared by the commoners.

But here, rank meant nothing—his defiance in the face of oppression reminded them of a certain small boy.

**”…Tch!”**

Uzerashi flinched at Dadinga’s determination, letting out an irritated growl.

But no matter what Dadinga said, Uzerashi’s advantage remained unshaken.

Deciding to end things, Uzerashi raised his sword.

**”Enough… Just die already!”**

The blade came down—

But it never reached Dadinga’s neck.

A thick metal pipe had blocked the strike.

Uzerashi pulled back in alarm as he saw the owner of the pipe.

**”Ah… Ahh…”**

Dadinga felt an overwhelming surge of magic power engulf him.

His wounds healed in an instant.

It was a power that overturned all injustice.

Dadinga knew exactly who it belonged to.

**”Sorry… I’m late.”**

The one who appeared was a young boy with black hair and golden eyes.

To Zoan and the commoners, this was a familiar sight.

A presence shrouded in mystery—

One by one, they knelt, tears streaming as they called his name.

**”Lord Shalka…!”**

Dadinga noticed something.

Unlike his own minor seal, Shalka’s entire right arm was covered in sinister, jet-black chains.

A curse, unmistakably eating away at him.

**”Lord Shalka, your arm…!”**

**”Ah, don’t worry. It’s just a rash.”**

**”A… rash?”**

Shalka brushed it off as if it was nothing.

But was that true?

They all knew—this boy always smiled in the face of hardship.

**”I see…”**

Shalka surveyed the area, quickly understanding the situation.

His gaze fell upon Uzerashi.

Golden eyes locked onto him.

A smirk appeared on Shalka’s face.

A cold, unfriendly smirk.

Then, his expression darkened—

**”How do you plan to settle this?”**

Uzerashi’s face twisted in fear.