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Infinite Mage Chapter 193: The Liquor of Anecdotes (1)

Chapter 193: The Liquor of Anecdotes (1)

“No.‍​ Even if their‌‌‌ life comes to⁠ an end, the​⁠⁠ faithful of the​‌ sky do not‍ die. Through the‌​⁠ liquor of anecdotes,​ they are reborn​‌ as a new‌ life.”

“Then‌​ it doesn’t add‍​ up arithmetically. If​ everyone can live‌⁠‍ forever, why does⁠‍‌ the population remain‍ the same?”

“The‍⁠ lives of the‌ faithful are under‍​‍ the control of⁠ Ra. Through a strict law, the‌ total life expectancy‍‍ of the population‍⁠ is calculated, which‍⁠ is why it‌​‍ remains a fixed‍ number.”

Immortality​⁠⁠ and population control⁠⁠ were incompatible concepts.‍

In​‍‍ the end, the⁠‍​ key point lay‍​ in the liquor​​​ of anecdotes.

But,‍ like Gardrak, Kanya‍ also avoided explaining⁠⁠⁠ it.

Both‌ the faithful and‌‍⁠ the heretics had​​‍ their own convictions,‍​​ but when it‌ came to the⁠ liquor of anecdotes,⁠⁠ it seemed that​⁠​ neither could speak‌ freely.

A contradiction.

For​ Shirone, the liquor‌​⁠ of anecdotes was‌​⁠ a gigantic contradiction.​

They​‍​ crossed the valley‌‍ of the vortex⁠⁠⁠ serpent, passed through‌​ the forest of⁠‍⁠ the profane, and‍ finally arrived at​ the sky.

The⁠ group raised their‍‍⁠ heads upward.

Compared⁠‌‍ with the size⁠ of the wall,‍‌ they were nothing‍‌ more than dust.​‌​

It⁠ was an extreme‌‍ scale, impossible to​⁠⁠ reproduce by human⁠ hands.

Kanya​‌‍ introduced the place‍ as district 73‌ and added that‍‌ in the first‌ heaven alone there​⁠‌ were 820 districts.‌‍

Surrendering‍ to his imagination,‍​ Shirone touched the‌‍ wall.

He⁠ thought it would‌⁠⁠ be stone, but⁠‍⁠ it was metal.‌

The​ technology of the​​‌ sky completely surpassed⁠ the group’s common⁠‍⁠ sense.

“Will‍ it be alright‍‌‌ if we enter?”‍‌‌

“It‍⁠⁠ should be. You‌‍⁠ are a Nephilim.‍‌‌ Although I cannot‌⁠ guarantee it.”

“Then…‌⁠ how about we⁠⁠‌ cross the wall?”‌

It‍⁠ seemed impossible to‍⁠ overcome a wall‌ that touched the​⁠‌ sky, but they⁠ did not have​‍‌ many alternatives.

However,‌ Kanya denied even⁠ that possibility.

“Only‌‍ drones with flight⁠⁠ permission can fly​​ over the airspace‍‍‌ of the sky.‍ They would be‌⁠ intercepted. It has‌‍‍ never happened, but​​​ I heard it⁠ from my grandfather.‍ Besides, entering secretly‌⁠ is impossible.”

“Why?⁠ It doesn’t look⁠⁠ like anyone is​‌ guarding the gate.”​‍‌

“Entry​ is not restricted.​ It is a matter of the‍‍ law. All the​ information generated in‍⁠‍ the sky is‌‌​ managed in Jebul,​⁠‍ the sixth heaven⁠​ where the angels‍‍ reside. They can‍⁠‍ measure everything from‌ the mass variations⁠‍‍ of each district​ to the gaseous⁠⁠⁠ components of the‍ air. Even if⁠‍ you tried to⁠‌⁠ sneak in, it‌ would be useless.‍‍⁠ Don’t worry so⁠ much. Nothing dangerous​ will happen. This​⁠‍ is not purgatory.”‍‍⁠

As⁠⁠ a believer, Kanya‌‌​ seemed to want⁠‌ to reassure Shirone,​‌⁠ as if there​‍ were no need‍⁠⁠ to sow distrust‍ toward the sky.⁠

When⁠‌ they brought the‌‍​ gauntlet close to‍‌​ the gate, a red beam came⁠ out of the‍⁠​ lens and scanned‌ the surface.

When‌⁠‌ the gate opened,‍‌ a roar shook⁠ the world.

Covering⁠‍ their ears was‍ useless.

When‍​⁠ the entrance to⁠⁠⁠ district 73 opened,‌ Shirone’s group followed⁠‌ Kanya and entered‌​ the sky.

When​⁠ the gate closed,‌​⁠ the lens shone.‌​

The⁠⁠⁠ updated information of​‌ district 73 was⁠‌ sent to the‌‌ sixth heaven, Jebul.⁠

Total‌ mass, 49,739,498,847.3423 kilograms.‍‌

Carbon‍​​ dioxide emission, increase⁠​ of 0.0000024 percent.⁠

The‌‍ first impression of‍ Shamayin was strange.⁠‌

The⁠ residential zones were⁠ separated by races,‍‍⁠ and their cultural‍‌ forms were radically⁠ different.

The‍​‌ buildings of the​‍‌ nor were practical,​ while those of‍ the kergo were⁠‌⁠ ostentatious.

And⁠⁠⁠ when they found​ the buildings of​‌ the meca, Shirone​‌ and Amy stopped,​‌‌ speechless.

It‍ was the Istas⁠‍​ magic warehouse.

Cubic⁠‌‍ boxes were stacked​‌ in layers, freely‌ intersecting with neighboring⁠‌⁠ buildings while changing‌ position.

It‍‌ did not seem​‌⁠ that the meca‌ had visited a magic academy.

It‍ was proof that,‍ in some way,‍ meca technology had⁠‍‍ flowed into the​‌‍ original world.

Kanya‍⁠ crossed the meca​‌ neighborhood and came‍​ out to the‍⁠‍ plaza.

The⁠⁠ landscape of the​‌ plaza, where several​⁠ races mixed like‍ a cultural meeting‌‌‌ point, resembled an‍‍‌ international market of‌⁠ a neutral country.‍‍

“Shirone,‌ look at that.”​​

Amy‌​⁠ pointed to a statue of a giant.

It‌​‌ did not feel​​ the same as‌⁠ when she had​​​ seen it on​⁠ the kergo altar.⁠‍

Here,‌⁠ the giants truly‍⁠ existed. And moreover,‌ they had fought⁠‌‌ against them.

Why‌⁠ did the giants,‌⁠​ revered by the⁠‌‌ faithful, wander through‌ purgatory?

Kanya’s‍⁠ house had the⁠‌​ same size as‍​⁠ the other houses​‌ of the meca.‌⁠

If‌‍‍ the kergo represented‌​ ostentation and the‌‍ nor practicality, the‌‌ meca seemed to⁠⁠‍ pursue standardization.

When‌​‌ they entered Kanya’s​‌​ house, the building‌ rose until it‌ had four floors.‌

Unlike⁠‌ its inhuman shape,​⁠‌ the interior was⁠⁠‌ cozy.

Her⁠ parents, who were⁠‍ sitting at the‌ table, jumped to⁠‌‌ their feet.

He⁠​⁠ had heard that‌ the liquor of‌ anecdotes was applied‌‍ to those whose‍‍ lives were close‌⁠ to ending, but​‍ their faces looked‍ much younger than⁠ Shirone expected.

Kanya’s⁠ mother hugged her⁠ two daughters and‍‌‌ shouted.

“Where‌ have you been?‍ Do you know‌ how worried Mom‍ was?”

“I’m‌ sorry. Many things‌ happened.”

“Who⁠‌‍ are those boys?⁠ They look like‍ nor.”

“We‌‌​ went to Nor’s‌⁠‌ refuge. To get‍⁠⁠ this.”

When​‌⁠ Kanya extended the‍⁠‍ bottle to her,‌⁠‍ her mother’s eyes‌⁠ trembled in shock.‍⁠‌

She⁠‍ had never told‌‍‌ anyone about it.‍

Then‌ how did her⁠‌ daughter know about​ this?

“You…‍‍ this is…”

“It’s⁠⁠‌ an alarm. Made⁠‌ with nor magic.‍‍‍ Drink it before⁠ the liquor of⁠​⁠ anecdotes.”

“Lena!​‍‍ Why did you‍‌⁠ do something like⁠ that? Mom didn’t‍​‍ want this!”

“Then⁠‍ was I supposed​ to just watch?​‍ You also went⁠‌‍ to purgatory to⁠​​ get medicine for​⁠‌ Grandpa!”

“Who‌⁠ told you that…?”​​

“Grandpa​⁠ told me! That’s⁠‌‍ why he was⁠ able to enter​ the liquor of​⁠⁠ anecdotes smiling until​ the end! That’s‌ enough! That’s family!”​⁠

“Why⁠‍‌ are you like‌‍​ this? Then you​‌ know that shortening⁠‍ your life to​‌ obtain medicine also​⁠ reduced mine! How‌ do you think⁠​‍ a mother feels⁠ when she sees​​‍ her daughter do​‍ the same thing?”‍

The‌‌‌ father, who had⁠‍‌ listened in silence​‌‍ with a gloomy⁠‌ expression, intervened.

“That’s​ enough, both of‍ you. The water⁠⁠ has already been‍‍ spilled. The important⁠⁠‌ thing is that‌‌​ you returned safe‌‍ and sound.”

After​‌ calming his wife,‍⁠‍ he looked at‌​ Shirone’s group.

“So,⁠ you are heretics⁠⁠ who come from⁠ Nor’s refuge?”

Kanya‌‌​ introduced the group.​​‌

“No.‌‌ They come from‍ the realm of⁠ the earth. They​ saved my life​‍ and Lena’s, and​‌‌ they helped us⁠ obtain this medicine.‌​​ Without them, we​‌‍ might already be‍‍ dead.”

There‌​​ are no parents‌⁠ in the world​ who treat coldly​ those who saved‍⁠ their daughter.

The‍‍ father invited Shirone’s‌​​ group to enter‍‌ the house.

While‍‍ the mother prepared‍‌ the food, Kanya‍‌ told what they‌‍‍ had experienced in‌‌ purgatory.

When‍‌ she mentioned that‍‍‍ Shirone was a Nephilim, both parents⁠‍​ knelt down, and​⁠ the room became⁠⁠​ chaos.

Only⁠ after the group’s‍ insistent request did⁠ they agree to​⁠⁠ treat him normally.​‍

“I‍‌ see. I thank‍‌⁠ you for helping‍⁠ Kanya and Lena.‍‌⁠ But it would​ be better if‍​ you leave soon.‍ Even if you‌ are a Nephilim,‍ they will not⁠‍ welcome those who‌ come from the​‍‌ realm of the‌ earth.”

“No.‌⁠ We are planning⁠‌ to go to⁠ the seventh heaven.”​

The​‍ sacred sanctuary of​ God, Arabot, was​⁠⁠ a place so‌​​ holy that even⁠ saying one would​⁠⁠ go there was⁠‌​ considered blasphemy.

But⁠ Shirone was someone‍ free from the⁠⁠⁠ law, so he​⁠‌ could express without⁠‍‍ restriction the words‍​ that came to⁠​​ his mind.

“Even⁠‌‌ so, there is‌ no way to‌ go to the‍‍‍ seventh heaven.”

“We​‍⁠ will have to⁠⁠​ think about that​ from now on.⁠ But what intrigues⁠ me is the‍⁠‍ law of this​‍​ place. What does‍‍‍ it mean that‍ life expectancy is‍⁠ reduced?”

“It​⁠⁠ is literal. The‌‍ faithful are assigned⁠‌​ a life expectancy‍‍‌ according to the‍‌⁠ law from the‍‌ moment they are​‍ born. Kanya’s life​‍ expectancy is 62⁠‍‍ years. Lena can‌ live up to‌ 73.”

“Huh?‌‌ But Lena is​​ the younger one‍‌ and still has⁠⁠‌ more years.”

“Life‌⁠ expectancy can change⁠ at any moment.​ When she was‍⁠‌ little, Lena obtained‍‍​ ten additional years⁠ because she sang⁠ the hymns beautifully.⁠‌ It was a good thing, but⁠​‍ the problem is‍​ my wife. Her⁠‍⁠ life expectancy is​​​ 43 years and‌‍ 247 days. She​ has only one‍‌‌ day left.”

Shirone’s‌‌​ heart skipped a beat.

What⁠‌ kind of person⁠​​ knows the exact‌ day of their‌‍⁠ death?

Just​‌ imagining it was‌ terrifying.

And⁠‍ yet, Kanya’s mother​‍​ was smiling.

She⁠‍‍ was convinced that‍​ she would receive⁠⁠‌ Ra’s grace.

“When‍⁠ she was young,​‍⁠ my wife went‌ out to purgatory‌⁠‌ and for that⁠​​ sin twenty years⁠⁠​ of her life‍‍‌ were reduced. Because‌‌ of that, tomorrow‍ she will enter‌ the liquor of‌ anecdotes.”

Modifying⁠ a person’s life​​ expectancy was cruel.‌⁠​

No,​ it did not‍ even seem possible.‌‌

If‍‍‌ Ra controlled life,⁠‌ how many years​‌ would he himself‌ have?

They​ had said that⁠⁠ the history of‍‍ the sky dated​ back hundreds of​ thousands of years.​

Perhaps⁠‍‍ Ra truly was‌‌⁠ a god.

“What​‍ exactly is the​​‌ liquor of anecdotes?”​‍‌

“Hm…‍‌⁠ it seems they​​​ had not told‌‍ you. I assumed‌ it would be​‍ like that. It⁠‍​ is not something‍⁠ good to know.‌‌ Besides, are you​ not a Nephilim,‌​ someone free from‍‌ the law? It​‌ is not something⁠‍‍ that concerns you.”⁠‌

“Even‌ so, I want‌ to know. Maybe‌‌‍ if I know‍ what it is‌‍​ about, I might​‍ come up with⁠ a good solution.”​​

“Hm…⁠ in that case…”‌‌

Just‍‌‍ when the father‌⁠‌ was about to⁠ speak, a clear‌ and piercing voice‌‌ echoed from outside⁠​ the window.

“Everyone,​​ pay homage! Inspector‌ of the meca⁠‌ race, Peophe.”

Shirone’s​ group jumped to‌‍​ their feet.

The‌‍​ voice had reached⁠⁠ there as if​ it were amplification‍‌ magic.

But‌​ the most surprising‌‍​ thing was that‍ the language was⁠ being translated automatically.​⁠

A mental transmission ability⁠‌ launched only with‍ sound, without using‍​⁠ channels.

If‍⁠‌ it was magic,‌⁠​ it was of​ a very high‌⁠ level.

“In‌ the end, the‌‍‌ inevitable has come.‌⁠‌ It is a fairy.”

“A‍‍ fairy? One like‌​ the ones I know?”

Shirone‍‍ remembered the fairy​ race from the​⁠‍ original world.

Kanya’s⁠ father, believing he‍ was talking about‍​ the fairies of‍⁠ this world, nodded.‌‍‍

“That’s​​ right. Those who⁠ execute the law.‍ If the giants‍‌ respect the law,​​‌ the fairies are‍​‍ the ones who⁠‌​ execute it. One​‌‌ could say they⁠⁠‍ are internal administrators.​⁠‌ She surely came‌⁠ because of the‌​ matter of Kanya⁠‌ and Lena.”

“And​ what do we‍⁠ do?”

“If⁠​ you are a Nephilim, you should​⁠ not worry. You​‍ are someone free‌ from the law.‌‍​ Although I do​‌‍ not know if⁠ she will take⁠ that into account.‍ She has a peculiar character.”

“What​ are you doing?‌‍‍ Faithful of this‌ house, open the‍​‍ door immediately!”

The⁠⁠​ fairy’s voice was‌ heard from outside.‍

They‌‌‌ were on the‌⁠‌ fourth floor.

And⁠​ the fairies Shirone​‍ knew were not​ creatures that flew.‍

When⁠‍‍ the father opened⁠‌ the door, a small flying creature‌‌‌ entered, defying all​‍ his expectations.

It⁠ was a girl‌​ the size of⁠ the palm of‌⁠ a hand.

She‌⁠ had curly blond‌​⁠ hair.

Despite​ her small face,‍​​ her features were‍ so defined that​ she was beautiful.​​

She⁠‍ wore green boots​⁠ that reached her​​ ankles, and transparent⁠​ wings that vibrated​ at an invisible⁠ speed.

When‍ Kanya’s family knelt‍​ down, Shirone’s group‍⁠‌ discreetly imitated them.⁠‍

Floating⁠ in the air,​⁠‌ Peophe raised her​ chin and spoke.‍‍

“I​ am Peophe, the⁠​​ fairy of the‌ spiral. I have​ come personally to​‍⁠ carry out the‍‌⁠ judgment of the⁠‍​ faithful.”

Fairies‌ were not natural⁠​​ beings, but entities‌ born from concepts,‍⁠‌ like enchanted lanterns.​

They⁠ were single-concept entities.‍

For​ that reason, fairies‍​ possessed reason and‌‍‍ could master the⁠‍ concept from which​​ they had been‌‍‍ born.

“Therefore,⁠⁠​ I will proceed‌‍⁠ to execute the​ law. Kanya and⁠​ Lena, have you​‌​ ever gone out⁠​​ to purgatory?”

“Yes.​ We went.”

Kanya’s​‍‍ parents closed their‌⁠ eyes tightly.

But⁠ Kanya, the one​ involved, answered calmly.‌​⁠

It‌​‍ was something she​‌​ had already prepared⁠‌ herself for before​ leaving the sky.‍

The⁠⁠ only one she​​ was worried about⁠⁠‍ was Lena.

“I’m​‌ sorry. I wanted​‌ to give my⁠⁠ mother a good‌‍ meal before the‌ liquor of anecdotes,​‌ so we hunted​ in the forest‌‍⁠ of the profane.”⁠

She‌​ thought that, since⁠‍ the kergo could‍‍​ enter and leave⁠ purgatory freely, using‌ hunting as an‌ excuse would reduce‍⁠ the punishment.

But​‍ Peophe pressed her⁠⁠ without showing the‍‍ slightest interest in​​ the circumstances of​​ the faithful.

“Hmph.‍‍⁠ How dare you‍⁠‌ lie? What use‌ is food for‌ a faithful who‌ will die tomorrow?”⁠

Kanya’s⁠ mother finally broke​​ down in tears.‌

Even‌ if the liquor⁠ of anecdotes was‍‌⁠ a blessing, there​⁠ was no creature​​‌ that did not‌ fear death.

And‌⁠⁠ Peophe had stirred​‌‍ precisely that fragile‌ emotion.

Shirone‍‍‍ felt anger when​ he realized it.‌‍

The​‌‌ faithful called the​‍ liquor of anecdotes⁠‌ regeneration.

But⁠ the words of⁠‌​ the administrator fairy‌ were an unambiguous‍ death sentence.

And‍‌‍ it was not‌‍ a simple threat.‌‌

He​​ knew it because⁠‌ there was no‌ malice in Peophe’s​​ voice.

It​‍‍ was like listening⁠‍ to an innocent‌‌‌ child honestly expressing​⁠ what she felt.‍‌‌

“In‍‍‌ any case, I will deliver the‌⁠‌ verdict. Kanya and⁠ Lena, I will⁠ reduce your life⁠ expectancy by forty​‍ years each.”

Kanya‍‍ was stunned.

A reduction of forty‌ years meant she‍⁠‌ had less than⁠‍⁠ ten years of​​‌ life left.

Lena​​ was somewhat better‌ off, but she​ would still die⁠‌‌ at thirty-three.

As‍​ far as she​‌ knew, a reduction⁠ of forty years‌⁠ for unauthorized departure‍​‌ was an unprecedented⁠‍ punishment.

A year ago, Seil,‌‌​ who was her‌​⁠ same age, had‍‍⁠ lost five years.‌

Uncle‌​ Kai, from the​⁠​ nor race, lost‌⁠ seven.

Even‍ her mother, considered‌ the worst case,​‌ had lost twenty.‍‍‌

And‌‌ now forty?

If⁠‌⁠ that was so‍ for her, what⁠⁠‌ would happen to⁠​​ Lena’s life?

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