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Infinite Mage Chapter 138: Labyrinth of time and space (1)

Chapter 138: Labyrinth of time and space (1)

However,⁠⁠ the leader was‍‌ also not an​⁠ easy opponent.

“We‌ came to meet​ the natives. Is⁠⁠ that enough?”

“That⁠⁠ could be an⁠ answer, but you‌​‍ have to explain‌⁠ it. It’s a breach of contract.​ If this continues,‍ I won’t ask⁠‌ more.”

The‌​ leader regretted it.‌ He intended to‌‌ provoke Shirone, but‌‍ ended up closing⁠ the deal too​ quickly.

The⁠‍‍ cunning magician explained​ further.

“We‌ don’t know anything​ else either. Because​​​ we really came​ just to meet⁠​ the natives.”

“I⁠‍⁠ see.”

Shirone‍‌ looked at his‌‌ friends and nodded.​⁠ If they also​⁠ didn’t know what​⁠ was underground, the‌⁠ risk of falling‌‌ into a trap​⁠ was eliminated for‌ now.

Thinking‍‌ it was a fair trade, Shirone‍ took out an​‌ additional gold coin.⁠‌

“Why⁠ did you come⁠⁠‍ to meet the⁠⁠ natives? Here’s one⁠⁠‍ gold coin.”

The‌​ archer who received​⁠⁠ the money clicked⁠ his tongue as⁠‌ if in conflict.​ To be honest,‌‌ it was embarrassing​​ to tell others.‍

“We‍‍ came to look‌⁠ for Loop. It’s‍⁠ also distributed in​‌‍ the market, but‍‌‌ we can buy‍‍‌ it in bulk⁠​ here at a much cheaper price.‍​ We plan to‍‌ sell it and​ finance our adventures.‍​‍ Now, is that‌ an answer?”

Shirone‍⁠‌ was surprised for​ a moment. It‍‌ was a Loop⁠​‌ trafficking place that⁠ had nothing to‌‍ do with the‍​‍ secrets of the​‍ ruins.

But‍ the mercenaries had‌ also found this‍‌​ place with fragmented⁠ information, so it‍‌⁠ was premature to‍ conclude.

‘What​ is this? Completely‍​ different from what‍ I expected? A drug trafficking place?⁠⁠ No, I shouldn’t‍ think that way.⁠ It’s a drug⁠⁠‍ for ordinary people‍​ but a ritual​​ tool for the​‍‌ natives. Therefore, it‍ must be a sacred object. That⁠ means, ultimately…

After‍ finishing his thoughts,‌‌ Shirone asked.

“By‍ any chance, is‍‍ this place connected‌ to the autonomous‍ area of the​‍ natives?”

“What?⁠‍​ How… Oh, damn!”⁠‍

Realizing‍ his mistake, the‌​‍ archer frowned. He‍ had answered without​​‌ receiving money.

So⁠‍ Shirone rummaged in‌‍‌ his pocket and​‌ took out a gold coin. He‌ had hurriedly asked,​‌ but he had‍​ no intention of‌ playing a trick.⁠‍

“Oh,‍​‌ here’s one gold.​​⁠ Sorry for asking⁠‍ first.”

The‍‍⁠ archer stared at​​‍ Shirone’s outstretched hand.‌‌

Of‍‍‍ course, a gold‍⁠​ coin wasn’t easy​ to earn, but⁠​ it wasn’t an‍‍ amount that would‌‌‌ terrify a mercenary​⁠​ who had built‍⁠ their own career.‌⁠

“Darn⁠​​ it! Never mind.‌⁠‍ It’s my mistake.”⁠​​

“It’s‍‍ not a mistake.‌‌⁠ That’s how contracts​⁠ work.”

“I⁠‍ know! It’s just⁠​‍ that my pride‌⁠​ won’t let me​ accept it. Damn⁠‌‍ it, I can’t‌‍ believe I made‍ such a mistake.​‍⁠ I still have​‌​ a long way‌ to go.”

“Then‍ I’ll consider the​​ last question as‌⁠ a free service.”‌⁠

Shirone‍ returned the gold​‍ coin without hesitation.‍⁠ It wasn’t the⁠⁠ attitude of a prudent student to⁠‌ waste it when‍ he didn’t want⁠⁠‍ to accept it.‍

The​​ archer was in⁠​ trouble for no‌ reason. At some⁠​⁠ point, he felt⁠⁠⁠ like a child‌⁠ was playing with​ him.

“Instead,⁠‌‍ let me ask‍⁠‌ you something. How‍ did you find‍​‍ out? Indeed, that‍ information is top-secret.”⁠​

“Because⁠‍⁠ Loop is sacred‌‌ to the natives.​⁠ Also, if the​​ profit margin is​ large enough to‍​ make a lot‌‍ of money selling⁠⁠ Loop, it wouldn’t⁠⁠‍ be easy to‌‌ free it. Ultimately,⁠ you’d need permission‌ from a person‍​ with authority among‌⁠ the natives, and‍‍‌ the only place​​ where that person‌​‌ could be would⁠ be an autonomous‌​ area.”

The‌ archer had nothing‌⁠ to say. While⁠‍ they wondered if⁠ there was anything‍‌ worth doing with‍ the money, what​​‌ they found were‍​⁠ the ruins of‍‍‍ Kerugo.

Shirone’s⁠‍ brief words contained⁠​‍ all the conclusions⁠⁠‌ he had reached‌ after spending several​ days and nights‌‌ investigating Loop and‍‍​ examining the information‍​ market.

“Tsk!‌ What an incredible‌⁠​ brain this brat‍⁠‌ had. Any more⁠ questions?”

“No,⁠ that’s all. Now,⁠⁠‌ let’s go down‍‍ and check.”

The‌ archer smiled bitterly.⁠‌‌ He guessed why‌ Shirone wasn’t asking.‍ Probably, he noticed⁠ that no matter​​ what he asked,⁠‌ he had nothing​‍‍ more to say.​⁠⁠

Shirone⁠‍​ and the others⁠‌ descended for 20‍ minutes. Although it​⁠ spiraled, it still‍‍⁠ had great depth.​⁠

When‌​‌ they reached the⁠‌ end of the⁠ stairs, a one-way⁠​‌ corridor continued. Two⁠ natives stood at​ an iron door⁠ installed 10 meters‌ ahead.

Unlike‌⁠ the natives outside,‍⁠​ they were bare-chested‍⁠​ and barefoot beneath⁠⁠​ their pants.

The​ tattoo, starting at‌​​ the navel, branched​⁠ out to their​‍ faces and looked‌‍⁠ intimidating even from‍‍​ a distance.

Shirone​ didn’t believe that​‍​ place was an‌‌​ autonomous district. They​​​ would have to⁠​ walk at least‍‍ a few kilometers⁠‍‌ to delve into‌ the Toa Mountain‌​ jungle.

The‍ mercenaries also showed⁠⁠ signs of tension.‌​⁠ The archer acting‌⁠ as an interpreter​‍ shifted his position‌ to the leader’s⁠‍⁠ side.

After‌ exchanging some coded‍ words in the‍ Kerugo language, the‌⁠⁠ native pressed the‍ switch.

When​‌⁠ the iron wheel​ turned, the door​​‌ opened sideways.

“Wow…”‌⁠⁠

Shirone’s‍ eyes lit up‍‍ as if he⁠‍​ had landed in‌ a strange world.‌‍​

It‌‍‌ was an octagonal‍ room carved in‌ stone walls. On⁠‍‍ the other side‌‌‌ of the entrance,‍ they could see‌‍ an iron door,​ and three men‍‍ were standing guard⁠​ there.

In‌ the center was⁠⁠ an octagonal altar,​‌ identical to the​⁠‍ shape of the‍‌‌ room, flat, and‍​ floating above each‍​ of its eight‍‍ corners were spheres‍‍⁠ about 30 centimeters⁠‌ in diameter.

Shirone’s‍⁠⁠ eyes lit up⁠‍⁠ as if he‌ had landed in‌‌​ a strange world.‌

It‍‌ was an octagonal‍‍ room carved in​ stone walls. On​⁠ the other side‍ of the entrance,‍⁠ they could see‌⁠ an iron door,​‍‌ and three men‍​⁠ were guarding it.⁠‌‍

In‍⁠ the center was‌ an octagonal altar,​⁠⁠ identical in shape​ to the room,‍‌‍ flat, and floating⁠ over each of⁠‍ its eight corners‌ were spheres about‌‍ 30 centimeters in⁠⁠⁠ diameter.

Shirone‍​ recalled from his‍‍⁠ memory. It was​⁠ a sphere he‍‍ had certainly seen⁠‌​ somewhere before.

“Hey,‍​⁠ what’s that?”

The​​ archer looked at‍‍ Shirone with a puzzled look. He​‌ didn’t even know‌‍​ what it was‍ until they arrived‍​ here, and the​‍ chances of anything‌ being familiar to‌‌ him were extremely‍ slim.

“Why,‍​ do you know​⁠​ what that is?”⁠‌​

“That,​‍⁠ it’s definitely from​ Miro…”

The​⁠ leader moistened his​ lips.

“Hey,‌⁠ who do you⁠⁠‍ think you are⁠​ pretending to know?‌‌ Do you think‌ you remembered some⁠ bells hanging from​ your behind?”

The‌ leader didn’t like⁠⁠ Shirone from the​⁠‍ tavern. He despised‌‍‌ men who lacked​‌ the courage to‍​ fight but were‌‍ boastful in front⁠⁠ of women. Because‍ he had no‍‍​ woman to impress.⁠

“Miro?‍⁠ Did you just​ say Miro?”

Asked‍‌‍ a native guarding‌‍ the entrance. Even​​​ Shirone, who didn’t⁠‌‌ know the native‌​ language, could understand‌⁠ the word Miro.⁠

The‌‌​ archer, curious about​​ the situation, reluctantly​⁠ translated further.

“Is​‌‍ he asking if⁠‍ you know Miro?”‌

“Yes.⁠⁠‌ I met her⁠ once.”

When‍ the archer said‍⁠ that, the eyes‌‌ of the native⁠ distorted. When the​ tattoo twisted, it‍‍ was like seeing‌ a creature from​‌‌ a legend.

“You​ met? There can’t⁠‌‌ be such a thing. That’s a lie.”

“No,​⁠​ it’s not. I really met her.”‍‍

The⁠​⁠ native sank into​​‍ deep thought. However,⁠​ as if he⁠‌‌ had reached a simple conclusion, he​​⁠ quickly returned to​⁠ having an empty⁠‍ look.

“I‍ judge nothing. Only‌​ the eyes of‍ the angel will‌‌‍ watch over you.”‍‌​

After⁠⁠ leaving behind incomprehensible‌​⁠ words and closing‍⁠​ the iron door,‌ Shirone put aside‍ his regret and⁠‌ turned around. He‍‍‌ thought the beginning‍⁠‍ was from now‍‌​ on anyway.

As‌​ the mercenaries walked⁠ towards the center,⁠​ a native arrived​‍ from the other⁠ side of the⁠‌‍ iron door.

Apparently,‍​‍ of the three⁠‌​ natives, two were⁠​​ gatekeepers, and only‍ the man approaching‍⁠‌ seemed to have‍ a different role.⁠⁠

It⁠​ was clear just​‍ from the color‍​⁠ of the tattoo.​​‌ While common people‌⁠ in Kerugo have​ red tattoos, this‌‌⁠ man’s tattoo was⁠‍ white.

“This⁠ is a room⁠‌ of achievements and⁠‌ sacrifices. The eight​⁠‌ eyes of an‍‌‍ angel will judge​ you. To enter⁠ Kerugo, you must⁠‌ traverse the labyrinth​‍‍ of time and⁠⁠ space.”

Upon⁠‍ hearing the word​ labyrinth, Shirone quickly​⁠ turned his head.⁠‍​ But the archer​‍ kept his mouth​‌ shut, as if‍​⁠ he had no​​⁠ intention of interpreting‍⁠​ further.

“Labyrinth?‌‌​ Did he just​ say labyrinth? What‍ did that man⁠ say?”

“Hey,⁠‍‌ don’t misunderstand. I’m​‍ not your interpreter,⁠⁠⁠ why should I explain everything to‌‍‍ you?”

“You’re⁠ going to tell‍ your colleagues anyway.​⁠ Tell me quickly.”‍‍‍

“I⁠⁠⁠ don’t want to.‍⁠​ From now on,‌ let’s not worry​ about others. We‌‍​ came here with⁠⁠‌ something to do⁠‍​ as well.”

The‌ man with white⁠​‌ tattoos looked at‍‍ them with crossed⁠‌‍ arms. Shirone could⁠​ tell just from⁠ his gestures that⁠⁠⁠ he was asking​​‍ for a translation.⁠‌

“Is​⁠ there anyone among​⁠ you who knows‌‌​ the ancient language?”⁠‌‍

“Oh,​‌‍ I know a little.”

“Then​⁠​ translate. The opportunities‌‍⁠ are the same⁠​‍ for everyone. The‌​​ eyes of an⁠ angel watch over‍‍⁠ everything in the⁠‍ labyrinth of Time‌ and Space.”

“Why​ should I do‍​ that? They’re not⁠ our companions. I don’t know what‍‍ you’re judging, but⁠‍ please separate them.”​‍⁠

“No.​ From the moment‌ you entered the‍​ room of achievements‍‍​ and sacrifices, you‌ are one. Will‍‌⁠ you achieve or‍‌⁠ sacrifice? That is‍ the only choice⁠ you have.”

“Damn‌ it! We had‍⁠⁠ bad luck. What⁠ are we going⁠ to do with‍​​ these kids?”

As​ the conversation dragged​​‍ on, the magician​⁠ moved forward.

“What​‌⁠ is he exactly​‍ saying? Tell me‌‌‍ now.”

With​⁠​ no other choice,‌‌ the archer conveyed‌‍ the conversation they‍​ had heard so​⁠ far.

The‌‌‍ mercenaries who heard⁠⁠ everything were irritated.‌​ If they knew​‍⁠ this was going⁠ to happen, they‌ should have gotten‍ rid of Shirone’s⁠⁠⁠ party before coming⁠​‌ here.

“Will​‌ the Angel’s eyes‌​ judge us? Does⁠ that mean they‌ assess our abilities?‌‍​ And group us⁠‍​ with these brats?‌‌ Isn’t this too​‍​ unfair for us?”‌‌⁠

Amy’s​ eyes narrowed as‌ the magician complained.‌‍

“Hey,‌ you keep calling‍ us brats, how‌ do you know​ if we have​ skills or not?”‍⁠‍

“Ho⁠​ Ho Ho! Ah,​⁠ so it’s like‍ that? Do you​⁠⁠ want to cling‌ to us after​⁠‌ taking advantage? Just⁠‍⁠ so you know,‌ if we mess‍⁠ things up because‌​ of you, you‍⁠ better be prepared.”‌

“Hmph!⁠​ Do whatever you‌‌ want. We never​‌ planned to team​ up with you​‍‍ anyway.”

The⁠‍‍ magician smiled coldly.⁠​ Who did they⁠​⁠ think they were?⁠ She was a novice mage, one‌ of the most​ promising newcomers in‌⁠​ the mercenary world.​⁠⁠

She⁠⁠​ didn’t get along⁠ with inferior mercenaries,⁠‍ so her colleagues⁠‍‍ were only formed​​⁠ by people of‌‍⁠ similar age and⁠⁠ level.

On‌⁠ the other hand,⁠⁠​ those ignorant children​ were obviously students‍⁠‌ who learned swordsmanship⁠⁠ and magic somewhere.‍‌‌

What‍ you learn in⁠ the academy is‌‌ a world apart⁠⁠‍ from real combat.⁠ For mercenaries who⁠ easily risk their​ lives, she could‌⁠⁠ be sure they⁠​ wouldn’t hold her‌‍‌ back, even compared⁠ to a certified‌​ mage.

‘Ha,​⁠‍ just wait and‍‍‍ see, brats. I’ll⁠ make you cry‌⁠‌ and beg once‌‌⁠ we’ve passed through‍ here.

Thanks‌‍ to the women’s⁠‍​ disputes, they were⁠ able to bury​‌​ petty feelings.

As‍​ the eight awaited‍‍ further instructions, the​ man with the‌‌ white tattoo began‌‍‌ to explain.

“There‌⁠‌ are two conditions‍​ to pass through⁠‌​ the door. You‍⁠⁠ can test your​‍ ability or send‍ a person through​​‍ the sacrifice of​ another.”

As​‍‌ soon as Shirone​‍‌ heard the translation,​‌ he asked a question.

“What‍‌​ do you mean​ by testing? What‌⁠⁠ do we need​‌ to specifically test?”⁠‌‌

“Hey!⁠‌‍ Stop meddling! I’m⁠⁠​ not going to‌‌ translate for you!”‌⁠‌

“He⁠‌⁠ said we have​‍⁠ to do this‌ together. Ask him⁠‍‌ already.”

The‍​ archer, who had‌​‍ nothing to say,​‍‍ gritted his teeth‍‌ and translated. The⁠ man with the‌ white tattoo nodded​‍ and continued speaking.⁠

“Descendant⁠‍‌ of a warrior,⁠ ascend to the‌​ altar of judgment‌​ and cast your⁠⁠⁠ spell on one‍‌ of the eight​‌ orbs. The divine‌​‌ language will respond.‌⁠‍ If a red⁠‍⁠ light lights up,‌ you have failed.​ If a white​ light comes out,‍⁠ you have passed.”‍​‌

Shirone​⁠​ kept asking questions,‍ as if he⁠ had hired the‍​‌ archer as his⁠‍‍ personal interpreter.

“Is‌ there a limit​ to the number⁠⁠ of attempts? For‌‌‌ example, can a person try as‍​‌ many times as‌‌‌ they want?”

“You⁠ can keep trying‍ until you’re exhausted.‍‍ If a passerby‍​ comes out, everyone⁠ can go to‌ Kerugo. If no​‌ one passes, everyone​‌‍ must return. This‍‍‍ is the will‍‍⁠ of the labyrinth‌​ and the mission⁠ of the people‌⁠ of Kerugo.”

“You‌ said achievement and‍⁠ sacrifice. What does‍​ ‘sacrifice’ mean?”

“A‌ person can pass⁠‌ with the blood‍ of another.”

“Do‍⁠ you mean someone⁠⁠‍ has to die?”‌‍‌

“Yes.”‌⁠

Upon⁠‌‍ hearing that, Shirone‌⁠‍ lost himself in‍​​ his thoughts. It​​ is possible to⁠‌‌ challenge as many⁠‌⁠ times as one​‍‍ wants, and even⁠‌ if only one⁠‍‍ person succeeds, everyone​‍⁠ can pass.

But​⁠‍ what if nobody⁠​ succeeds? They would​ have no choice‍‌​ but to pass​ through the door‍⁠‍ with the sacrifice‌‌⁠ of a companion.‍‌ And it was⁠‍ one life for‌ each passage.

‘Something‌‍‍ is strange. Was‌‍ it necessary to​​ go to Kerugo⁠⁠​ with such cruelty?⁠‌⁠ It doesn’t make​‍ sense to kill‍ a comrade just​⁠ to get to⁠‍ Loop. There must​ be something more​⁠ in Kerugo. The⁠​ mercenaries must have‍​ come here without‌⁠ knowing the true⁠​ secret of this‍‍‍ underground place.

Shirone‍⁠⁠ indicated to continue​​​ the interpretation. The⁠ information gathered so‍⁠‍ far was useful,‌‍ so the archer⁠​‌ agreed without a word.

“Is‌ there any restriction⁠‌ on the sacrifice?⁠‍​ Like bringing someone‌‌‌ else from outside⁠ or using the‍ corpse of a dead person?”

“No.‍​ From the moment​⁠‍ you entered the‍‍ room, you are‍ one. The door‌​ will never open‍‍ until everyone agrees.​‍‌ Therefore, that question‌ is meaningless.”

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