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Infinite Mage Chapter 142: The Labyrinth of Time (5)

Chapter 142: The Labyrinth of Time (5)

“Let’s‍‌ stop this and‍‍‌ leave! Any objections?⁠ Hey, open this⁠ iron door!”

The⁠⁠‍ leader banged on⁠​⁠ the iron door.⁠‍⁠ His pride was‍‌ crushed, and he⁠ could no longer​​‍ bear the cold‍‌ stares of his​​‍ comrades.

“Does‌​​ everyone agree?”

The⁠ man asked, but​​ no interpretation was⁠‌‍ needed. The mercenaries​ nodded without a word and headed‌​‌ towards the door.‌

They​ were in a miserable state. Entering⁠‍ this place was‍‍​ truly a bad‌‌ decision. They tried​​‌ to make a quick profit through⁠‍ a loophole but​⁠ ended up damaging‌ their morale and​ wasting their money.‌

“Come​⁠‌ on, let’s get​⁠ out of here.‌ This way.”

The‌ mercenaries’ attitude had​⁠ changed from before.​ They felt a huge sense of‍ defeat, but given⁠ the extraordinary skills⁠ of the children,‌ it was best‌‍​ to be cautious‌‍ around them.

However,‌‌​ Shirone and his⁠⁠​ group didn’t move⁠ and just watched‌​ the mercenaries.

The​ mage became slightly​‍​ anxious. A bad⁠ premonition always seemed​‍ to come true,⁠ as Amy coldly‍ stated,

“We​ don’t want to⁠ leave yet.”

The‌​ mercenaries all turned⁠ their heads at​​ once. Their eyes⁠ flickered with a mix of anger,‌‍‍ confusion, and fear.‍‌

The‌⁠‍ relatively quick-witted mage‌‍​ swallowed her anger‍‌‍ and tried to⁠ appease with a soothing tone.

“Why​​ don’t you want⁠ to leave? It’s​ over, isn’t it?‌ We’re too tired‌⁠‌ to do any‍‍ more.”

“That’s⁠ your problem. Once‌⁠​ we’re in here,​⁠​ we’re all in​⁠‌ this together. Didn’t‍‌ you know? It’s‍‍⁠ not okay to‍‍ just leave on‍‌ your own without‌ considering our opinion.”‍

The⁠‍​ mage was upset‍‌‌ but had no​‍ choice but to⁠ appease Amy for​‍ the time being.‌

“Alright,‌​‌ I didn’t consider​​⁠ that. Let’s leave​‍ then.”

“Sorry,⁠‌ but we can’t‌‍⁠ do that. We‌⁠ need to pass‌ through here and​ head to Kergos.”​⁠⁠

“But‍​ there’s no way​⁠⁠ to go! Ah…!”‍

The​‌‌ woman’s face turned⁠ pale. There was⁠ a way.

This⁠‌ was a room‍ of achievement and⁠⁠ sacrifice. It wasn’t‍​ necessary to only‍⁠ prove achievement.

The‌ man with white‍ tattoos softly said,​⁠

“Will‌​ you leave or‍⁠ stay? If you⁠‌‌ wish to prove‍ your skill, pass‍‍ through the fabric‍⁠​ of the maze.‌‌ If you want‍⁠ to prove sacrifice,⁠ 4 sacrifices will⁠ send 4 through.”⁠

“Eh?​ What did he⁠ say?”

Before⁠ Rian could even​‍ ask, the archer‌‍​ translated. Of course,⁠‌​ the translation was‌‌​ completely distorted and⁠‌‌ transformed.

“Ah,⁠ if you’re done,​ just go already.”‌‌

Amy‌​ smiled and said,‌​

“Strange,⁠⁠‌ I heard it‌‌‍ clearly. ‘4 sacrifices‌‍​ will send 4 through.’”

Shock‌‍⁠ filled the archer’s‌⁠ eyes.

“You…‍‍ you knew the⁠​ native language?”

“What​ are you talking‌ about? It’s something​ I heard when‍ we first came‌ here. Do you‍‌ think we’re fools⁠‌​ who can’t even⁠ remember what we‍ heard once?”

The‍⁠‍ archer stood dumbfounded.‍‍ Ah, so that’s‌‍​ it? No, but‌ isn’t it strange‍​⁠ to remember something​‍ you heard for‍ the first time?‌‌​

“Anyway,‍⁠ 4 sacrifices. One,​ two, three, four.⁠ That makes 4 of you.”

The​⁠‌ mercenaries’ faces drained⁠ of color. The‌⁠ girl was seriously‌‍‌ considering sacrificing someone.‌​

Rian​​⁠ and Tess also‍‌ felt the tension⁠ as if in​‌⁠ real combat. Especially‌ Tess, who was⁠​ hopping mad at‍‍‌ the sudden ferocity⁠⁠ of the cute‍ Amy.

“Shirone,⁠ is this really⁠ okay? Eek, Amy​‍‌ is so scary.”‍

“It’s⁠​‌ fine. She’s doing‌​‌ it on purpose.”‌‌‍

“On‌‍‌ purpose? It doesn’t‍‍‍ seem like it.”‍‍

“Just‌‌​ wait and see.‌​ Amy will handle‌ it well.”

The‌ mercenaries looked at​ each other. If‍ it came to​ a fight, they‌⁠⁠ would surely lose.​ Rian and the​​​ warrior were evenly​⁠ matched, and Tess​ was stronger than⁠​ the leader.

Moreover,‌⁠ they were overwhelmed⁠‌ in the mage’s‍⁠‌ combat, and the‍‍ archer’s presence was‍‌‌ useless in front​ of Shirone’s photon‌‌​ magic.

“Come‌ on, if you‌ dare. You all​ seem reluctant to‍ be sacrificed. Anyway,‌ you have to​ do your best.”⁠⁠‌

“Why​​ are you doing‌​​ this? Is it‌‍⁠ because of what‌⁠⁠ we did in​‌‌ the bar?”

Amy​​ tilted her head⁠‍ teasingly.

“Uh-huh?”‌

The‍‌‍ archer realized that‌‍⁠ a half-hearted response⁠⁠‍ wouldn’t diffuse the⁠​‍ situation. He walked‌‌⁠ over to where‍​ Shirone and his​​​ group were and‌‍​ bowed politely.

“I’m⁠‍ sorry! We underestimated​‌​ you and made⁠‍ a mistake. Please‌‍‌ forgive us this‍‌ once. Hey, you​⁠ guys come and‌ apologize too.”

As⁠‌ the archer turned​​‍ back with his‍ head bowed, the‌⁠ other three came​‍ forward reluctantly. But‍‍ given the stakes,‍‌‌ their apologies were‍‍ sincerely polite.

“I’m​ sorry! I was⁠​‍ too arrogant. Please⁠ forgive me.”

“We‍​⁠ won’t do it​‍​ again. We’ve learned⁠‍ a lot from‌‍‍ this incident. Can⁠ we forget the⁠ mistake we made​​ in the bar?”‌‍‍

Amy⁠ frowned and said,⁠‌‍

“Hmm,​⁠ I really can’t‌ tell. What exactly‍⁠‌ did you do⁠​‌ to us? Wait,​ the bar? Were‍‌ you there? Strange,⁠⁠‍ why didn’t I see you?”

The‌ mercenaries’ faces turned‌ red with embarrassment.‍‌ Their pride was‍ not just crushed⁠⁠ but thrown to‌⁠​ the ground and‌ trampled.

This‍⁠‍ time, even Shirone⁠‍ couldn’t help but‍‌‍ shiver at Amy’s‍ persistence.

‘If‌​ you anger Amy,‌‌​ this is what​⁠⁠ happens.’

Amy⁠ and Tess were‌⁠‌ the ones who⁠‌ received the most‌⁠ ridicule in the‌⁠ bar.

They⁠‍‍ were subjected to​ all sorts of​ insults and humiliations​ just because they‌‌ were women. Amy⁠​ was not someone‍​‍ who would forget‍‌ such an incident,‌ even if decades​‌⁠ passed before she⁠‍ could get her​‌‍ revenge.

But​​ in a way,‌‌‍ it was a classic example of​‍​ a mage’s obsession⁠‌‌ with efficiency.

Even‍ if it wasn’t‌⁠ necessary to go‍ that far, a mage would be​‌ annoyed by not‍‍‌ utilizing a given‍​​ advantage to its‌ fullest.

That’s​ why people often​ say mages are‍⁠ quirky. Indeed, many‍ mages lack humanity.​⁠‍

However,‌⁠ it was this‍ relentless pursuit of‍​‍ efficiency that allowed​⁠ magic to develop‍ to this day‌​⁠ and will continue⁠‌ to do so‍⁠‌ in the future.‌‌

‘What​‌ the hell are​​ they asking us‌‍ to do? Damn‌⁠ it.’

The‌​ mercenaries were at‌‍⁠ a loss, merely​‌ bowing their heads.‌​ The sound of​‍‍ grinding teeth seemed‍⁠‌ almost audible.

Amy‌ finally got to​​ the point.

“Let’s​⁠ make a deal.‍‍ If you accept,‌ we might leave⁠‍ together.”

“What⁠‍ kind of…?”

“You‌​ said we need‍​⁠ a password to‍​‌ enter here, right?​⁠​ What’s the password?”​‍

The⁠⁠ archer realized. These‍ kids planned to​​‌ attempt again. They​ would conduct numerous⁠⁠⁠ investigations and ensure‍ sufficient possibilities before‌​ returning here.

“Kertias,‍ ro haima. Acrasias,⁠‌ widmias benshen. That’s​ the password.”

“What⁠‌ does it mean?”‍

“Knock​​ on my door.‌​​ And it shall‍⁠ be opened.”

Amy⁠‌‌ turned to the⁠‍ man with white‍‌ tattoos and repeated‌ the ancient language‍ he had provided​‍ without missing a beat.

“Kertias,⁠‌‌ ro haima. Acrasias,​⁠‌ widmias benshen?”

The‍‍⁠ natives guarding the‌⁠‌ exit nodded in‌⁠ recognition of Amy’s‍ intention.

The⁠‌⁠ archer felt a mix of annoyance⁠ and admiration. How‍ meticulous she was!​

“Damn⁠​​ it! Trust me‍​​ a little! Would​ I lie in⁠ this situation?”

“No‌ one’s accusing you.‌ It doesn’t hurt⁠‍ to be sure.‍‌ Anyway, thanks.”

Amy,‌‍ as if nothing‍‌‌ had happened, cheerfully‌⁠‌ returned to her⁠ friends. Tess clicked⁠ her tongue at‍​‍ the chameleon-like change‌​‌ in emotions.

“Was⁠ all this just‌‍ to get the‍ password? I was‌ so nervous, thinking⁠‍ we were really​‌⁠ going to fight.”⁠‌‌

“Hehe,⁠⁠ if we’re coming‍‌‌ back anyway, it’s‍⁠‌ good to know.​⁠⁠ Let’s leave now.”‍‍‌

Shirone⁠⁠⁠ and his group,‌ as well as‌ the mercenaries, expressed‍​ their intention to⁠‍ leave, prompting the⁠⁠⁠ man with white‍⁠⁠ tattoos to pull‍ a lever next‌ to the iron‍‌​ door.

The‌​ entrance vibrated violently,‍⁠ leading the way‍​​ out.

As‌‍‍ when they entered,​⁠ the mercenaries went⁠ up the stairs⁠ first.

But​ the atmosphere was​ entirely different this⁠‌‌ time. They all‌​ hung their heads​ like defeated soldiers,‌​‌ and no one​‌​ spoke.

Shirone’s​ group was also‌‍⁠ silent.

They​​‍ didn’t manage to‌​ enter the autonomous‌​⁠ district, but strategizing‌ for that would‍​​ come later.

More⁠ pressing were their‍ thoughts on the‌⁠⁠ day’s experiences with​ the fabric of⁠⁠ the maze.

‘The‌‌ fabric of the⁠ maze. What was⁠ Miro’s purpose in‍‍​ creating this device?⁠⁠​ And why such​ a cruel rule?‍​‌ What lies in‍‌ Kergos that warrants⁠⁠​ this? Was there⁠‍⁠ always a connection‍‍ between Kergos and‍‌⁠ Miro? I want⁠‌ to know. Perhaps​‍ Miro is…’

As‍‍ Shirone analyzed Miro,​​ Amy was lost‌ in her thoughts.⁠‌‍

‘There’s‌​ not just one​‍ way to investigate‍ a ruin. Let’s‍ devise all possible​‍ strategies. Shirone seems​‍​ to have his‌⁠ own ideas, but‍‌ we can’t rule⁠ out exploring underground​​ with the Spirit‍‌ Zone. Even if⁠​ we pass, there’s​​ the issue of‌ interpretation. Once we’re‌‌‌ outside, we need​​​ to find someone​​‍ who can interpret.‍ There must be⁠‍⁠ someone local.’

Tess⁠⁠⁠ was also impressed‌ by the place,‍​‍ especially the ability⁠⁠ to quantify one’s​⁠ power.

‘The‍​⁠ impact of a triple-bladed sword is‍⁠ indeed stronger than​‍ a blunt weapon.‍‌ But ultimately, it‍‍‌ couldn’t match magic.​‌⁠ Can a swordsman‍‌​ pass through that‍‍​ door? If so,⁠⁠ to what extent?​ Shirone’s magic approached⁠⁠ 5,000, which is‍ about ten times​‍ my strike. If‌⁠ the pass mark‌ is roughly doubled,⁠‍⁠ could Father make‌‍⁠ it? Ugh, if⁠​ only I knew​ the cut-off, I could set a goal. Since Shirone⁠ said he’d come‍‌ back, I’ll investigate​ more then.’

Rian,‌‍ bringing up the​ rear, was also​‍‍ silent, deeply furrowed‍ in thought.

‘What⁠ should I eat‍‌ when I get‌ out?’

After‍⁠‍ about 30 minutes⁠‌⁠ of walking, Shirone‌ and his group‌⁠⁠ arrived at the​‌‌ surface altar.

Knocking​ from the inside,⁠‌ a native opened‌⁠ the door, but​ the learned inertia‍⁠ from below made⁠‌ them tense.

Stepping‍⁠ outside, the fresh‌​‌ air cleansed their‌ lungs. It felt⁠ as though the‌‍ sun hanging in⁠ the sky wasn’t⁠ the same one‌‍⁠ from just a few hours ago.‌​⁠

Shirone’s⁠‍ group and the⁠ mercenaries split in‍‍ opposite directions, but‍ they didn’t lose‌ sight of each‍⁠ other. Shirone’s group‌‍‍ wanted to savor‍ the aftermath, while‌​​ the mercenaries were​ on the brink‍‌ of collapse.

Shirone⁠‌ summed up the‍​ day.

“What‍ should we do‍ now? We got‍ more results than⁠‌‍ expected, so shall⁠‌‌ we end today’s‌ exploration here?”

Amy​​ was in full​‌ agreement.

“Let’s⁠ do that. I’m‍ tired after using‌ some strength for‌ a change. We‌⁠ should go back‌⁠ early and plan⁠​ our next move.”⁠‌​

Rian,​‌⁠ as if he’d‍​‍ discovered something great,‍‌‍ suggested,

“How⁠ about a bowl⁠ of noodles before​ that? That place​‌ earlier was delicious.”‌⁠⁠

Tess‍ glared at Rian.⁠

“Do‍ you only eat​‍‍ noodles? At least‌‌ offer something like‍‌ buckwheat noodles. That’s⁠ why you’re so‌⁠⁠ simple.”

“What’s⁠ wrong with that?‌ I’ve given it​‌ a lot of​⁠ thought!”

“What’s​‌ the use? You’re​ just going in​‌‌ circles.”

While‌⁠ Rian and Tess‌ argued over the‌ menu, the mercenaries‍ approached. Shirone’s group⁠‍ stopped their conversation‌​ and turned to‌ look at them.‌

The‍​ warrior, the mage,‌ and the archer‍​ were there, but‍ the leader had⁠⁠‌ disappeared.

The‌ mercenaries exchanged glances,​⁠ unsure of what‍ to say. Finally,‍‌ the mage, deemed​‌ the most suitable,‍⁠​ was pushed forward,‌ though she seemed⁠ awkward about the‍‍ situation.

“Um…‍​ would you like​‍​ to join our⁠​ mercenary group?”

“Mercenary‌⁠‌ group?”

“Yes.​​‍ Being a mercenary‌​ has its perks.⁠‌‌ Not just honor,‍ but also a lot of money.​⁠ Especially with your⁠ skills, you’d become⁠‌ stars right away.‌ As you saw,⁠‌‌ our leader has⁠ left us… Oh,‌ you could be‍ the new leader​​ if you want.⁠‌‌ We’ll follow any⁠‌‍ orders, and if⁠ others join, we’ll‍ treat them really​ well. What do⁠‍ you say?”

Shirone‌ stared intently into‍ the mage’s eager⁠​ eyes and immediately‍⁠‍ responded without a second thought.

“No,‍ thank you.”

With‌ that, he turned⁠ and walked away,‌‍‌ his friends following‌​‍ without hesitation.

“Let’s⁠ just go for‍ the noodles. It‌ was delicious, wasn’t​‌‌ it?”

“No.‌ You just want‍⁠ to fill your‌‍⁠ stomach no matter‌‌⁠ what. If we⁠‍ wait a bit,‌⁠​ we can eat⁠ something much better.”​

The⁠‌‍ mercenaries watched Shirone’s‌‍⁠ group walk away,‌ dumbfounded.

The​ mage’s face fell,‍​ and she let​​‌ out a sigh‍​ filled with sorrow.​‍‌

“Ah,‍‍⁠ the misfortune of‍⁠ my life.”

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