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Infinite Mage Chapter 186: Reversal of the Law (6)

Chapter 186: Reversal of the Law (6)

The‌‍​ Vortex Serpent split⁠​ its shadow into​‍⁠ dozens of tendrils,​‍⁠ attacking Shirone from‍⁠​ all directions.

Caught​‌​ off guard by​⁠​ the tentacle assault⁠⁠ coming from all​‍‍ sides, Shirone was‍‍ momentarily defenseless.

In⁠⁠⁠ that instant, his⁠‌⁠ laser scattered, splitting​​​ into multiple beams.⁠

Dispersing‌​ the energy to​ destroy each tentacle‍ individually was a wise strategy, but‌ it inevitably reduced⁠⁠⁠ the damage per‌​ second.

The⁠⁠ shadows, thicker than⁠ a giant’s thigh,‍⁠⁠ surged towards Shirone’s​ proximity.

Onlookers‌‍ screamed, imagining Shirone’s‌​‌ body being torn⁠ apart any second.‍​‍
One tendril, unable‌‌ to withstand the‌‌‌ accumulated energy, exploded.‌ Subsequently, all the​⁠‍ tendrils erupted simultaneously.‌

The​⁠⁠ chain of explosions‌‍ surged towards the‍ main body.

The⁠‌‌ Vortex Serpent extended​⁠‍ new tendrils, but‌⁠⁠ Shirone already knew‌‍ that the time​‌​ it took for‌‍⁠ the tendrils to​⁠ reach him was​‍​ shorter than the​‌⁠ time it took‍‌ for them to‍‍‌ reach energy saturation.‍‌

As‌ Shirone’s energy dispersed,​‍ so did the⁠‍ Vortex Serpent’s durability.⁠‌​

The‌​‍ ensuing battle was‍⁠⁠ a clash of⁠ light and darkness.‌

It‌⁠‍ resembled two fleets​ at sea, maintaining‌‌ their distance while⁠​ exchanging massive bombardments.‌‍‍ Every time the​‌ dozens of tendrils‌‍ left afterimages, Shirone’s‍‍ light followed, causing‌ them to explode.‍⁠

The‍ tempo of attack‌ and defense was⁠ so rapid that‌ it was impossible⁠ to follow the‍​⁠ shadow’s movements with​‌⁠ the naked eye.​

Shirone‌ relied on his​⁠ Spirit Zone’s omnidirectional​ sense for 70%​ of his perception,‌ continuously firing lasers.‌⁠‌

The⁠‍ firing points were⁠⁠ numerous, and the‌‍⁠ hyper-spatial trajectories dominated​​⁠ the space.

It‌ was now a matter of who​ would tire first.‍‍

Shirone​​ felt defeat approaching.⁠​‌ He felt like‍‍ crying from the‍‌ tension, but his‍⁠ battle-focused mind wouldn’t‍​‍ even allow a change in expression.​⁠

As‍ Shirone’s mind began‍‌​ to blur, the‌⁠​ Vortex Serpent howled.⁠ It too was‌​ fighting with all⁠⁠​ its might.

Realizing‌ this gave Shirone⁠ a sense of⁠‍​ kinship.

The​‍⁠ Vortex Serpent thrashed⁠ as if sensing​‌ its impending death,‌ but there was⁠⁠ no space left​​ in its shadow‌ to absorb energy.‍‌⁠

The‍‍‌ laser’s energy reverberated​⁠ through the entirety‍​ of the Vortex​ Serpent.

A powerful explosion blew‌ its body apart,‍‍ scattering fragments of​ shadow.

The‌‌⁠ gradually thinning laser‍​‍ disappeared in droplets‍ before Shirone’s eyes.​​‌

Everyone⁠‌ watched the situation‌‍​ unfold in silence.​‍

Shirone,⁠‍‌ too, held his⁠ ground, glaring at‌⁠‍ the Vortex Serpent’s‍​ avatar.

The‌⁠ light faded from⁠ the salamander-like body,⁠‌​ returning to its​‍ original jade-like state.‌‌‍ Then, its color‍​ faded until it‌‌‍ seemed to merge⁠ with the air‌​⁠ and vanish.

“Is⁠ it… dead?”

Tess​⁠ asked, though no‌ one could answer.‍​

This⁠ creature, which had‌​‌ lived here for⁠‍⁠ ten thousand years,‍‍​ had been analyzed​​ by numerous subjects‍‌ and heretics, but⁠ its death remained⁠ an unknown realm.‍‍⁠ No subject had‌⁠‍ ever defeated, let‌ alone cornered, the‍‌ Vortex Serpent.

Rian‍⁠‌ stirred the spot​ where the salamander‌ had been with‍​​ his sword.

Gardrock​‌‌ inspected the canyon​​⁠ fissure. The essence‍‍⁠ of light had​ regained its brilliance.‌‍

Gardrock‍⁠‍ spoke with certainty.‌ “It’s dead. Or⁠‌​ at least, it’s‍ no longer here.”‌‌

Only​‌⁠ then did Shirone⁠‍‍ collapse to the⁠​ ground. The others‍‍​ stared at him‍‌ in stunned silence.​

A human from the‍⁠ earth had erased⁠⁠⁠ a law.

Kanya,‍⁠‌ Rena, Gardrock, and‍ Clove understood what​⁠ this outcome meant.⁠​​

This​‌‌ boy was dangerous.⁠​

A law existed because​‍ it was indestructible.⁠ Only a god‍⁠ could change divine‌​ will. Shirone had‍​‌ infringed upon an⁠​ inviolable domain, one‌‌ that allowed no‌ changes by any⁠ being.

“What…‍​ are you? What‌ kind of magic​⁠⁠ is that? How‍ did you learn⁠⁠ such magic?”

The⁠‍ group remained silent.​⁠⁠

Even⁠​ they didn’t fully⁠​​ understand. The principles‌ of magic were​ the same, but⁠‍ Shirone’s magic was⁠⁠ impossible to replicate.‍‌

Unique‌​ magic created from‌ divine particles had‌​ its pros and‌ cons.

The⁠⁠ laser had the‍ potential to subdue​ strong enemies but​ was ineffective against‌​​ fast-moving targets. Photon​⁠ Explosion required precise‍⁠ timing, and Photon​⁠​ Cannon consumed significant‌​‍ mental energy for‍⁠​ a basic spell.‌⁠‍

But⁠⁠ Shirone compensated for‍‌ these flaws with‌ light scattering, the‌ invincibility of his⁠​​ indestructible durability, and‍ the infinite mental​​ strength drawn from‌​⁠ the Immortal Function.‍‍​

Currently,⁠ Shirone couldn’t be‍‌ classified as any‌ specific type of‌​‍ mage.

Canis⁠ realized why the‌ term “Unique” was⁠ used to describe​‌ Unlocked mages in​‌ the magical society.⁠

Unlocking‌ the Immortal Function⁠​​ wasn’t the end.‍‌​ It was about​⁠ how harmoniously one‍‍ could balance their‌⁠​ unique abilities.

In​​‌ this sense, Shirone​​⁠ was becoming Unique.‍⁠‍

Clove‍ looked at Shirone‍ with mixed emotions.​‍

While‍ he didn’t want⁠‌ to harbor ill‍⁠‌ feelings towards the‍⁠ one who saved⁠‍​ their lives, the​‌‍ potential consequences of⁠‍⁠ Shirone integrating into⁠⁠⁠ Nor society worried⁠‍​ him.

Being‍​‌ dominated by an‍ imitation was unacceptable.⁠⁠

Unable‍⁠ to overpower Shirone,⁠⁠ the only option​​ was to undermine​‌ him from the⁠ start.

“Don’t‍​ get too full‌ of yourself. If‍ Master hadn’t been‍​ injured, we could​⁠ have escaped. Removing‍​‍ laws recklessly is‌ dangerous, even for⁠ heretics. Now that⁠​ the Vortex Serpent​ is gone, a new law will⁠ form, and we‍​‍ can’t serve as​‍ guides here anymore.‌‍ This time was⁠⁠ an exception, but‌‍ be careful in‌‍‌ the future.”

Shirone​ wasn’t listening. He​‌‍ was staring intently‌‍‍ at something that​ had fallen from‍⁠ the sky.

It‌ was a jewel,‍ glowing transparently like‍‌⁠ a droplet of‍‍‌ water.

“Hey!⁠‌⁠ Are you ignoring⁠​ me?” Clove shouted.​

Shirone​⁠⁠ finally turned his⁠ head and pointed‍ at the three‌‍ jewels before him.​⁠

“What⁠​ are these? They‌‌ seem to have‌ fallen when the‍⁠ Vortex Serpent exploded.”‍‍

“What?⁠‍‍ These… these are…!”⁠‍

Clove’s‌​‍ eyes widened in‍‍​ disbelief.

White‍ Elixirs.

Clove‍ had first encountered‍⁠​ White Elixirs at‌‍ the ‘Nor Shop’⁠ in the large⁠‍ community on the‌‍⁠ mainland.

At⁠ the time, a unique Nor group‍​ outside the community‍‌ had purchased the‍‌⁠ highest-priced item at​‍ auction: a Spirit⁠​⁠ of the Droplet,​ for 23 White‌ Elixirs.

Unlike‍‍‌ Water Spirits, Spirits‌ of the Droplet‍⁠​ were hard to‍ come by. While⁠‍‌ seas and rivers‌ often produced spirits,⁠​ droplets weren’t consistently‌ formed.

Despite‍ this, Spirits of⁠‍‌ the Droplet were‌⁠⁠ magically weaker than​ Water Spirits.

However,‍‌⁠ contracting with a Spirit of the‌‌ Droplet made one’s⁠ skin smooth, prevented⁠ aging, and provided‌⁠‌ minor healing abilities,​ making them popular‍‍‍ among women.

Clove​⁠​ knew the value​​ of a Spirit‍​ of the Droplet‍​​ was equivalent to‌‍⁠ about 4,600 Red⁠​ Elixirs or 670‍ Green Elixirs.

You​‌ would have to⁠ hunt about 7,000⁠‌‌ One-Horned Devils to⁠ obtain an item​ of such value,⁠‌​ yet it was‍ worth only 23‌‍ Elixirs.

“White!⁠‌ White Elixir!”

Clove‌⁠‌ lunged like a flying squirrel, reaching⁠ for the Elixir.⁠

As⁠ he was about​‍‍ to grab it,​ Shirone swiped it⁠‍​ off the ground.‌‍​

Feeling⁠ a sinking sorrow,‌ Clove turned with​ a scowl.

Naturally,⁠‍‍ since Shirone had⁠‌ obtained it, it⁠‌​ belonged to him.‌‌ But it was‍‍ hard to let​⁠ go when someone‍​ else’s possession seemed‍ bigger. Especially since‌⁠ Shirone didn’t even​​ know the value‍⁠⁠ of the White‌⁠⁠ Elixir.

“Ahem,​‍ why are you⁠ looking at me‍⁠ like that? I just wanted to⁠‍ take a look.”​‌‌

“What‌⁠ is this?”

“It’s​ nothing special. An‍​‌ Elixir, used by‍‍ heretics for trading.⁠⁠ To assess its⁠⁠ value, I need⁠‌​ to examine it​ closely. Could you‍​ let me take‌‌‍ a look?”

“Sure,‍‌⁠ here you go.”‌⁠

Shirone​‌ handed the Elixir⁠‍ over without hesitation.​‌‍ Clove quickly snatched‍‌‍ it up, fearing‍ Shirone might change‌‍ his mind.

Realizing‍⁠ the situation, Kanya‌ approached with fiery‌ eyes.

“Hey!‍ Why are you⁠⁠‌ taking it? Even‌​‌ heretics must have​ rules. Isn’t it‌ common sense that‍‌⁠ the hunter gets‌​ the Elixir?”

“What​​ did I do?⁠ Besides, we hunted⁠​⁠ it together.”

“What​​ did you even​​⁠ do? The only‍ one here who⁠‍​ deserves the Elixir‌ is Shirone. Hand‌ it over.”

“Tch!‍ Suddenly acting all​⁠ friendly because of⁠ an Elixir? I guess it doesn’t⁠​⁠ matter if you’re‍​‍ a mimic or‍​ a subject when‍‌ it comes to‍​​ treasure. Trying to⁠​ curry favor for‍ scraps, huh?”

“Ridiculous!​ Subjects don’t need⁠ Elixirs! And Shirone,‍​​ if you’re going‍​​ to live with‍​ the Nor, remember‍‍‌ this! Elixirs are​ food, water, air,‍​​ and life. Especially​​​ the White Elixir;​ it’s incredibly valuable!​‍ Don’t just hand‍‍ it over carelessly.”‌

“It’s‍‍ fine. He just​​‍ wanted to take⁠⁠​ a look.”

“What⁠ if he runs‍ off with it?⁠⁠ What will you​⁠‍ do then?”

Shirone‍‍‍ leaned back and‍‌ planted his hand‌‌⁠ on the ground.‌‌

“Haha!‌ How would he​‌‍ run off?”

“What‌⁠ do you mean,‍⁠⁠ how? Obviously…”

Kanya‌‍‌ blinked, realizing the‍‍ absurdity.

What​ could Clove do​ with the White​ Elixir without any⁠‍‍ skills?

Shirone’s⁠⁠ friends were also‍ keeping a close‍‌ watch on Gardrock’s‌‍‍ every move. They‍‍ weren’t tense either.‌⁠

Shirone​​ could subdue Clove​ in less than‌‌‌ a second if​‍⁠ he wanted to.⁠‌

Clove​ seemed to reach‍​​ the same conclusion,​⁠ showing evident embarrassment.‍​ His judgment had‍‍ been clouded by​‌‌ greed. It was‍‍‌ fortunate he hadn’t‍​​ fully revealed his‌ intentions.

Gardrock,⁠​ looking at Clove‍ with disdain, spoke⁠ up.

“Clove,‌​ return it. It’s‍⁠ not something you‌‌​ can handle.”

Flushed‌⁠ with shame, Clove‌ handed the Elixir‍​⁠ back.

“I‌ just wanted to​ take a look.⁠ Here, take it‌‌ back.”

Shirone​​​ caught the Elixir.⁠​ He tossed it‌‍‌ in his hand,‍‌ watching the light⁠⁠‌ reflect off it,⁠ and asked Gardrock,‌​⁠ “What’s this for?‍‌​ You called it​‌​ an Elixir, right?”‍‌⁠

Gardrock‌​ checked the essence‍ of light. Judging⁠‍‌ by its rapidly‌​ strengthening glow, they‌ could leave in‍ about five minutes.​‍‌

“To‍⁠⁠ survive in the‌ Abyss, human strength‍​⁠ alone isn’t enough.​ The environment is‍‌ harsh, and food‍⁠ is scarce. Some‌‌‍ places have rampant‍⁠​ diseases, and others‌‌ have sulfur fires‍⁠⁠ that burn the​​‍ air, making it⁠‍⁠ hard to breathe.‌ Elixirs help humans‍​ survive these conditions.‍⁠‍ There are five⁠‌ colors, and all‌ are essential. The‍ White Elixir is‍‌ the second rarest.‌⁠⁠ Its properties of‌‌ regeneration and purification​ make it a key ingredient in​ air production and‌​‍ healing medicines.”

“I‌​ see. Can I use it to⁠ buy something?”

“Of‌ course. The Nor​‍ Shelter we’re heading‍​‍ to has merchants,‌‌⁠ so you can‍​‍ trade for what⁠​ you need. For⁠​‍ something as valuable‍‌⁠ as the White​​ Elixir, you’d need‍⁠⁠ to go to⁠​ the Nor Shop‍‌​ on the mainland,‌‌​ the most active‍​ market.”

Shirone⁠ had another question.​‌

The⁠‌‌ three Elixirs from⁠⁠ the Vortex Serpent.‌​

The‍‌ fact that these‍ items were traded‌‌ so commonly meant‌ someone was hunting‍ creatures of similar⁠⁠‌ caliber.

Gardrock‍‌‍ nodded in agreement.‍​⁠

“The​ Abyss is vast.‌ Immensely so. The‍ Nor have built⁠ an independent society,​ but many communities‌​ existed long before⁠‍ us. We’re heading⁠ to a place‍⁠​ closest to Heaven.⁠ Beyond that, we​​ don’t dare venture.‍​ White Elixirs come‌‍ from beyond that​⁠⁠ boundary. From those⁠ who travel far⁠‍​ beyond us.”

Hoping‍​⁠ the Nor Shelter‌​ had many merchants,‍⁠ Shirone stored the‌‍ Elixir.

Even‍‌ in his original‌ world, if you​​ couldn’t trade an‌⁠ item, it was‌ just a mineral.‌ No matter how​ valuable the White‌‍​ Elixir was, if​‍ he wasn’t setting⁠‍ up a home⁠ in the Abyss,​ it was best‍‌‌ to trade for‍⁠ needed items.

As⁠​ everyone gathered by​ the canyon fissure,​ Gardrock grasped the⁠​ essence of light.‌‍ His body glowed,​​​ and as the‍⁠⁠ ancient magic Elizer‌ activated, a white‌ radiance spread through​‍‍ the fissure.

The‌‌ scattered light’s edges⁠⁠ dulled, revealing the‌ original landscape.

Where‌ people had vanished,‌⁠‌ a desolate wind⁠​ swept in.

***​‍⁠

The⁠​‍ field was littered‍‍ with ruins. A shallow stream flowed,‌⁠‍ and wildflowers bloomed‍​‌ along its banks.‌​​

The‌ ruins, aged with​ time, felt more⁠‌ comforting than desolate.​ Butterflies fluttered between‍​‌ tilted arches, and​‍ a few people‍‌⁠ were resting.

Arriving‍⁠⁠ at Nor Shelter,⁠ Shirone surveyed the⁠‌‌ landing spot.

Light​ beamed down like​‍‍ a spotlight. On​ closer inspection, the⁠ essence of light​​‍ flitted up and​ down the beam.‌

The⁠‌ ancient magic Elizer​‍ seemed to be‌ a spell for⁠ moving through light.‌​

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