The Ticket to Truth

"A Sixth Circle Wizard in a hundred years..."

Dago could not help murmuring to himself.

A wizard under a hundred years old who reached the Second Circle could already be called a genius, even within a leading southern power like the Thorn Ring.

Through countless days and nights of meditation, Dago had learned how hard it was to accumulate every scrap of mental power. It demanded that he hone his will to its limits and painstakingly piece together fragments of the world's laws.

Ordinary wizards might spend their entire lives stuck at the peak of the First Circle, exhausting their years before that hopeless bottleneck and ending as a heap of dry bones.

But what did that amount to beside Isidore?

Talent alone could not measure the gulf between them. Isidore stood on another level of existence and understanding, like the moon beside a firefly, or an elephant beside an ant.

Did that make everyone else mediocre? Trash?

"...As Steel just sang, Isidore was known as a born Law Wielder.

He once commanded meteors and single-handedly annihilated a vast empire made up entirely of wizards.

It was not brute force. He had calculated the paths of the stars with precision and pushed the laws of gravity to their limits.

Standing at the summit of truth, he had used the smallest lever to move a boulder capable of destroying a world.

In that age, his name was synonymous with truth. Anyone who defied his will was reduced to ash beneath the fire of falling stars.

The tales about him were countless. He truly stood at the pinnacle of the Upper Ring Continent, regarding living beings as weeds and the laws of the world as lines in his palm.

Later, he pursued Twilight into the Middle Ring Continent and contended with noble