In the place where you go 300 meters underground from the mansion of the capital, Mercodyne, there is a bunker to prepare for ancient weapons classified as map weapons and city-destroying magic equivalent to them.

It was none other than Iruki, the son of the family head, who was boldly attempting detonation magic in this place where items were stored to survive for more than 100 people for 3 years.

�Now!�

Iruki, who was sitting in his room with his eyes closed, lifted his eyelids and electricity flew from his pupils.

At the same time, the air lingered as if something was about to happen in the center of the underground bunker.

�Detonate!�

He screamed and jumped up, but the expected earthquake did not happen, and Iruki sat down on the bed helplessly.

�It�s not easy when you try it.�

The magic he�s currently trying was a fusion detonation magic that was possible because he had two spirit zones, a special move that hadn�t even been named yet.

�Are you still here today?�

The head albino opened the door and came in, but Iruki didn�t even look at him, he was just engrossed in his thoughts.

�So, is the plan to blow up the ancestral breath�s young Mercodyne mansion going well?�

�There are no results yet.�That�s why I�m trying to get annoyed.�

�����.�

The albino stared at his son for a while and smiled.

�Don�t overdrive too much.�The endurance of your brain can�t handle the speed of your brain�s circuitry.�Life will be shortened.�

�does not matter.�If only we can make this work.�

�That�s what I mean.�Just looking at it, it seems like your lifespan will run out first before you succeed.�I think that�s kind of stupid.�

Iruki jumped up.

�Why are you here?�Aren�t you busy?�

The albino grinned.

�No matter how busy I am, I still have time to meet my son.�

�I don�t have time to meet my dad.�Get out.�We have to redefine the theory.�

Iruki waved his hand and walked to the blackboard, which had already been erased and rewritten hundreds of times.

The albino, who was watching him frantically scribble mathematical formulas with chalk, said.

�The human brain is such a well-made organ.�

The chalk stopped moving.

�yes?�I beg your pardon?�

�As for how well-made it is, the circuitry is so good that you can�t tell the difference between what you�ve experienced and what you�ve imagined.�It means that whether you eat or imagine eating, the electrical patterns in your brain come out the same.�

Only then did Iruki turn around. JrNovels.com