The time for one man to change the world, no matter how talented he was, was long gone.
At least that's what Emerson thought until this moment.
"...... changing the world. I'm not interested in that stuff.
After saying that much, Abel left Emerson's lab.
An empty lab, Emerson stood there.
What a killing spirit.
Emerson, who belonged to the Magic Society Kronos, where the strongest of the existing sorcerers are said to gather, has had experience with 'geniuses' in many fields.
But.
The alien atmosphere that Abel exuded was unlike any other genius Emerson had ever encountered.
It was so caustic that it made all of that instantly a thing of the past.
'Hahaha ....... This kind of thing ....... There's no way those two people can serve as opponents .......
His hands were still trembling.
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, I rolled up my clothes and saw that Emerson's body was covered in a great deal of sweat.
...... Mr. Abel. You're still amazing.
It was a strange and refreshing feeling.
There is a wall beside him that no matter how much he reaches out, he can't seem to reach it.
That fact gradually made Emerson's heart beat faster.
Filled with an unprecedented sense of fulfillment, Emerson couldn't stop his own cheeks from loosening up.
'Hmmm. Abel," he said, "I'm sure that one day I'll be able to help you. Someday I will definitely surpass you ......!
Standing in front of the mirror, Emerson let out a wry smile of his own.