Mystical Fantasy : The Lazy Real Young Master [EN]

Chapter 29: Chapter 6.1 : The Hidden World

BOOOOMMM!!

An explosion rocked the side of the building with brutal force. Streaks of purple and red cut through the night sky of Makazhar, casting distorted reflections of the battle atop the tower across the windows of neighboring skyscrapers.

A massive, black, gorilla-like creature clad in armored plates roared, both its arms surging with dark energy, smashing and tearing apart everything around it.

The creature growled, eyes locked onto a single point—a hooded young man wearing a black mask, his gaze sharp as a crescent moon.

Al.

He stood at the edge of the rooftop, one foot placed on the ledge, his long cloak flapping in the wind like a war banner.

”This creature can affect the real world...”

he murmured.

”Interesting.”

The creature raised its massive right arm and swung it down like a giant hammer toward him.

Al vanished.

In a split second, he had already moved to the creature’s side, leaving only a black afterimage where he once stood.

His hands danced swiftly, drawing symbols in the air. A series of glowing red runes spiraled around the monster.

”Bind.”

A burst of light exploded into chains that wrapped around the beast, freezing it in place—temporarily.

But the creature let out a deafening roar. Dark pulses rippled from its body—one surge of negative energy shattered Al’s rune trap in an instant.

It launched a frenzied counterattack, swinging its colossal arms wildly, smashing parts of the rooftop and destroying public facilities in the process.

Al leaped back and landed lightly on the rooftop’s steel railing.

”Your destructive force increased... but those huge arms make you slower,”

he said flatly.

Then, he raised his hand.

A black-and-red blade formed from thin air—not quite a sword, not quite a spear, something in-between—alive and pulsing like an organic creature.

”It ends here.”

With a single swing—no dramatic motion, no flashy effects—the monster was cleaved from chest to belly. Its body was split in two and collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.

.

Al simply watched, breathing steady.

”Clean this mess up,”

he ordered firmly.

Two men in black uniforms stepped forward.

”Yes, Master.”

---

The night wind blew softly, brushing loose strands of Al’s hair that peeked out from behind his mask.

He sat silently on the rooftop’s edge—a high-rise building in the heart of Makazhar—allowing the chill of the night to sweep over his body, still marked by battle.

His fingers gently wiped dried red stains from his mask. Not human blood—something thicker, metallic in scent, and unfamiliar.

Behind him, the corpse of the massive creature lay frozen. Its enormous body sprawled, bones like twisted steel shattered by raw force.

The rooftop showed clear signs of destruction, but the damage slowly began to fade—thanks to the restoration magic performed by the two men behind him. A faint glow shimmered across the surface as repair spells worked their magic.

Al took a deep breath and looked up at the Makazhar sky. Tonight, it was clear—no stars, only a crescent moon dimly reflected in the city’s mirrored windows.

”That energy...”

he whispered, barely audible.

”Yolanda... David... why are you meddling with that power?”

Memories of the earlier battle flashed through his mind.

Yolanda, wielding strange powers. A massive energy surge—wild and dangerous.

A black wave had burst from her hands, swirling with chaotic currents—powerful enough to corrode a magic barrier.

It wasn’t ordinary energy. It was...

Helos.

A type of energy native to the Djinn race. An energy inherently negative and harmful to humans. One born from sin and suffering.

Al narrowed his eyes. The silence of the night didn’t ease the storm in his mind.

Yep... this is the world I live in.

This planet was called Blue Star—a world with two dimensions: the visible... and the hidden.

And between them... a system of energies that shaped the fate of everything.

He raised a finger and traced a small pattern in the air. A glowing rune flickered briefly, then vanished.

This world wasn’t just built on logic and the laws of physics...

But upon divine energy, gifting magical power to its creatures.

Humans in the visible dimension possessed three primary energies—Entra, Vita, and Arma—along with secondary types that could either aid their growth... or lead to their destruction.

In the distance, a patrol siren wailed—a normal sound for civilians. But for someone like Al, it was just meaningless background noise.

And for the Djinn, who lived in the hidden dimension known as Azzaleth, they were given an energy called Helos—the negative mirror of human energy. Power that humans were never meant to use.

Al leaned back, relaxing beneath the night sky.

A new Chapter... had begun.

Footsteps echoed softly behind him, followed by a calm yet firm voice.

”Master, the area is secured,”

reported one of the uniformed men, his face hidden behind a half-mask.

The rooftop had returned to normal. The strange creature was gone. The restoration magic had done its job—no trace of the battle remained.

Al rose slowly.

The two men stood at attention.

”That’s enough for tonight,”

he murmured, pulling up his hood.

”Dismissed.”

In an instant, the three of them vanished into the shadows of Makazhar, merging with a city that had yet to awaken.

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It was 4:03 AM when Al silently slipped through the back corridors of the Virellano estate.

He moved like the wind. No sensors triggered. No cameras recorded him. He blended into the shadows—even the mansion’s top security couldn’t detect him.

He had come to check on one particular room—David’s. To learn more about his connection to Helos energy.

But his steps halted when something caught his eye. His gaze narrowed.

Through the half-open sliding glass window... he saw something.

And his breath stopped.

David—the swapped brother, seventeen years old—was fast asleep. His arm wrapped around a girl with long hair, lying beside him under a thick blanket.

Al recognized her instantly.

His eyes widened. A scream nearly escaped, but he clamped both hands over his mouth.

David was sleeping with Nayala.

The fiancée...

Technically still betrothed to Al, soon to be reassigned to David at the family’s request.

Al scoffed softly.

Wait... isn’t David underage?

He exhaled and shook his head, walking away.

Forget the room.

Forget the energy.

Tch. Rich kids. Always full of scandals.