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Infinite Mage Chapter 196: The Mercy of God (1)

Chapter 196: The Mercy of God (1)

The‌‌ Liquor of Anecdotes.⁠

A technique that melts​‍​ humans to create‍‍ giants.

In‌​ the idea of‌⁠‍ merging multiple individuals‍⁠⁠ into a single⁠‌‌ one, there was⁠‍ no space for​‌⁠ the dignity of​ life.

Living‍‌‍ beings reproduce and⁠ expand their descendants.​

But​ the technique of‍ Heaven went in‍‍ the opposite direction‍⁠ to that natural⁠‍ structure.

Through‌​​ the life record,‍ the life expectancy⁠ of the faithful‍ was controlled, and‍ when the population‌ increased, they were‌‍ integrated as giants⁠‍ to keep the⁠ number stable.

If‍‌ that was the‍ will of Ra,‌ then the Liquor​‍ of Anecdotes was⁠⁠‌ the central system‌‌⁠ that sustained Heaven.‍‍

Shirone‍ and the others​‌​ gathered around the‍ table to discuss.‌‌‌

After‌‍ witnessing the cruel​ thinking of Heaven,‌​ the tension was​ more intense than​⁠⁠ ever.

The⁠ first thing was‍​ to decide what‌ to do about‍⁠ Peophe.

If‌ she reported them​ to her superiors,‍ Kanya’s house would‍⁠ not be safe​‌ either.

“We⁠ have to leave​ now. Peophe will​ bring more reinforcements.”⁠

Kanis⁠​‌ supported moving.

Peophe​​‌ was not particularly‌‍⁠ strong, but she​ was only one‍⁠​ year old.

They‍‍‍ did not know​‍‌ what abilities other​‌⁠ fairies might have,‌ so it was‌​ better to avoid⁠ combat.

“There‍ is no need​‍ to worry so‍‍⁠ much. Shirone is‍ a Nephilim. According‌ to the law,‍⁠​ Nephilim are not⁠ subject to it.‍ A fairy cannot​⁠ harm him.”

Kanya,‍ as a believer,‍‍ firmly believed in‍ the law.

But‍‌‌ no one answered.​

Since‍ they arrived, they​​ understood that a Nephilim was not‍ omnipotent.

He⁠⁠‌ was free from‌​ the law of‌‍ Heaven, yes, but​ precisely because of⁠⁠‍ that, interfering with​ it provoked more⁠​​ violent reactions.

“Shirone,‌ you decide. We‍​‌ will follow your‌​⁠ will.”

Amy‍‌ gave him the​ choice.

From⁠⁠ Heaven’s perspective, heretics⁠‍​ were an impurity.⁠⁠‍

If​‍ they wanted to‍ try something, they⁠ could only use​‍ Shirone as the‍ main figure.

“It⁠ will be better‌ to spend the‍‍​ night here. I do not think‌‌‍ Peophe will betray​⁠​ us. She has‍ no reason to.⁠ Besides, we have‌ the metagate. If⁠‍​ the worst happens,‍‍​ we escape.”

Shirone‍ trusted Peophe.

She‌‍ was eccentric, but‌⁠‌ she reduced Kanya‌ and Lena’s sentence​‌ to one year.‌​

She‌​⁠ did not seem‌ like someone who,​ having enough intelligence​ for self-criticism, would⁠ let emotions worsen‍ the situation.

What‍‌​ truly worried him‌‍ was Kanya.

Tomorrow,​​ her mother would⁠⁠ receive the Liquor​ of Anecdotes.

For⁠‍ a human being​⁠​ who had lived⁠​‌ obsessed with individuality,⁠ merging with others⁠‌ was terrifying.

“Now​ I understand why⁠‌ you did not‌‍⁠ want to talk​‌⁠ about the Liquor‍ of Anecdotes. But‌‌ Kanya, do you‌‍‌ really accept it‌​‌ like that? What‍​⁠ I saw…”

“I⁠‌‌ know. It is​⁠⁠ unfair. I know‌ it too.”

Kanya‍​⁠ admitted it easily.‌‌

For⁠‍ someone who until⁠​​ recently had called​⁠‍ it a sacred‍ technique, it was‌⁠⁠ a strong statement.​‌‍

But‌‌ Shirone did not‍‌ find it strange.‍‍

Faith​⁠ and emotions are‌‌ not the same.​⁠​

“I‌‌‌ am not stupid.⁠‌⁠ If I said​​ I never doubted,⁠ I would be‍‍‍ lying. But what‌​​ does that change?​ If you do‌‌ not believe in⁠ God, you die.‌⁠ If you believe,⁠ you obtain eternal​ life. There is⁠⁠‍ no choice.”

For‌ the first time,⁠ Kanya pronounced the‌ word death.

She‌ knew that death‌ existed even in‌‍​ Heaven.

“If⁠ you are going‍ to stay, I will prepare a place for you‍‍ to rest. Come.”​

When‌⁠ she pressed a button on the​⁠⁠ panel, a side⁠​ section of the⁠ building opened and‍⁠⁠ another structure flew​⁠‍ over and connected‌ with the house.‍

Shirone​ and the others‌​ looked at it‌ in surprise.

Kanya⁠​‍ explained that most‍ families possessed several⁠ units.

“Hehe.⁠ The meca like⁠​ to receive guests.”‌​

Her⁠⁠‌ smile hurt Shirone.‍​‌

***‌​

That‍‌⁠ night, Kanya and​ Lena shared a bed.

Their⁠‍‌ hearts were beating⁠ so strongly that⁠​‌ they could not‍​ sleep.

They⁠‍ did not cry.⁠⁠

Each‌‍​ waited for the‌‌ other to start‌‍ first.

After‌⁠ turning around for‌‌‍ a while, Lena‍ turned over.

“Sister…‍​​ tomorrow Mom will⁠‌‌ no longer be‍ here?”

Kanya​‍ looked sadly at‍⁠ her younger sister,‌⁠ who would lose​ her mother at‍ such a young⁠ age.

She‍ gently stroked her‌ hair.

Then‍‍ Lena said something‌ unexpected.

“If‌‍‌ it is Shirone…‌‍‌ I can give‍ him to you.”​

Kanya​‍ slightly frowned.

There‌‌‍ was surprise on‍‌ her face, but‍⁠ also something touched​‍‌ by truth.

“What⁠ are you saying?‍​‍ Shirone is a Nephilim. How could⁠‌ I share my‌‍⁠ life with someone‍ like that?”

“But‍‌⁠ you would never⁠‍ go out with‌‌‍ a heretic. And​‍ someone like Shirone​‌⁠ you will never⁠ find again. This⁠ is your opportunity.⁠ You have to​⁠ take advantage of⁠​​ it.”

Kanya⁠‍​ held back her​ tears.

She‌​ understood her sister’s‍ heart perfectly.

Tomorrow‍‍ their mother would‌ no longer be‍​⁠ at home.

Lena‌ wanted to fill⁠‌⁠ that emptiness with‍​ a new family.​​⁠

“Hehe…‍‍‌ but you also‌ like him, right?‌ If Shirone were‌ my husband, you‍⁠‌ would not be‍‍ able to stand⁠ it. You would​ be jealous of⁠‍​ me every day.”​⁠

“No!‍‌ I am serious!‌ If it is⁠‌ you, I can‍​⁠ give him up!”​

Kanya‌​ smiled.

Both‍⁠​ knew that nothing‍⁠ would happen with‌‍​ Shirone.

It⁠‌​ was just a nighttime conversation between​ girls.

Lena​⁠ curled up like⁠‍ a cat in​‍ the rain.

Kanya‌​ hugged her and​⁠ kissed her forehead.‌⁠​

“Do​ not worry, Lena.⁠⁠‌ For me, you‍⁠ are the only⁠‌ one.”

Lena’s‌ eyes slowly closed.​

Thus‌ passed her final‍⁠ night.

***​

Shirone‌‍ and the others‍‌⁠ were resting in‌​ the room that‍‌ Kanya had prepared‌⁠​ for them.

Too⁠​ many things had⁠‌​ happened in a single day.

Not‍ even among friends‍ did conversation flow.⁠

Each​‌‌ one was lost⁠ in their own⁠ thoughts.

Tess⁠ pretended to cry‍ and said,

“What‌‌ if we go⁠‍‍ back now? Too⁠‍ much has happened‍ in just one‍‍‌ day. Honestly, this‌‍​ is exhausting.”

Everyone​ was thinking something‌ similar.

How​‍ many battles had​​ they faced in‍ barely twelve hours?​

And⁠‍‍ each enemy was​ absurdly powerful compared‌‍ to the original‌ world.

It⁠‍​ was not only‍ the fatigue.

The‌‍ secrets of Heaven‍ seemed endless.

The​ overload of information​‍ made them dizzy.⁠‌

Kanis​​‍ spoke.

“We⁠‍ cannot. We have‌ come this far.⁠⁠​ Arin and I must go to‍‍ the Seventh Heaven,‌ Arabot.”

If​ they had only‌⁠‌ wanted to visit⁠‌​ Shamayin as tourists,​ they would not‌​⁠ even have tried​ to come.

Once⁠ in Heaven, they‍⁠ could not recover‌‌​ the metagate.

The‍⁠⁠ price of the​‌​ ticket had been,⁠‌ literally, an ancient⁠ artifact.

Amy‌‍ hugged her pillow⁠ and turned around.​

“But‍‌ Arabot is where‍ God lives, right?⁠ It must be‌​‍ the hardest place‍‌ to enter even​​‌ in Heaven. How​⁠​ are we supposed‌​‍ to get there?”⁠⁠

“I‌ will take care⁠⁠ of it, so‍⁠ do not worry.⁠​ If you are⁠⁠⁠ afraid to go,‌ stay here waiting.”‍‌

“Oh,‍⁠ really? Now you​​‌ openly despise us?⁠‌‌ What if we​​⁠ just go back​ first?”

“That‍‍‍ would be even‌​ worse. If we⁠‌ activate the metagate‍​‌ here, the memory⁠‍ resets. It is​ single-use. If we⁠‍ stay, there would‌⁠ be no way⁠‌‌ to return.”

Amy‍ hit the floor‍ with the pillow‍‌‍ and sat up‌​ abruptly.

“Huh?⁠ Does it really​ work like that?‌‌ Then if we‍‌​ want to return,‍ we have to‌‍‌ take you with‌ us, right?”

“Of‌​ course. You had⁠‌‍ not understood that‌​‍ until now, pumpkin?”⁠‌

“Pumpkin?⁠‌‍ Have you ever⁠​‍ seen a pumpkin‍‌ as beautiful as​ me?”

“Yes.⁠‌ I think the‌​ one attached to‌ your neck is‌‌‌ one.”

Amy​⁠‌ ground her teeth.⁠

She⁠‍‌ did not know⁠‍‌ whether it was‌‌ a compliment or​⁠ an insult, but‍​⁠ Kanis had silenced⁠ her.

Shirone​ hugged a pillow‍​ and sat down.⁠⁠⁠

“I‍ also do not‍​⁠ intend to go‌ back yet. But‍‌​ Kanis, we must⁠‌ use the metagate⁠​‍ at the right‍ moment. If we⁠⁠‍ have other things‍​ in our heads‌‍ besides surviving, we‌‌‍ will hesitate at​⁠ the decisive instant.”⁠​

“Bah,‍⁠ I already know⁠ that. Leave it‌​​ to Arin. If‍⁠⁠ the situation really​⁠ becomes dangerous, we​⁠‌ leave without caring‌⁠ about anything.”

“But‌ there is something​​‍ that worries me…”‍​‌

Tess​‌‌ lay on her‍⁠ side, resting her​ head on her‍‍ hand.

The⁠ curve of her‍‍​ body, from head‍‍ to toe, was‍​ overwhelming.

‘She‌‍​ is an adult…’⁠

‘Tess‌​⁠ is an adult.’⁠‌

The⁠⁠ gazes of the​‌⁠ younger ones focused⁠‌‍ on her, but‌‍ Tess, accustomed to‌ it, paid no⁠ attention.

“Here,‌⁠ how do they⁠⁠ control life expectancy?​​ Does a god‍‌ who can manipulate⁠⁠ it at will⁠​⁠ really exist?”

Everyone​‍‍ became thoughtful.

“I​ think it is‌‌‌ magic. When we‌‍ fought against Sister⁠ Marsha I felt‍⁠ something similar. It‍‍‍ seems that for​​ magic nothing is‍⁠ impossible.”

Without‌⁠‍ a doubt, Clay​⁠ Marsha’s ability surpassed⁠‌‍ imagination.

But‍ Amy, who had‍ fought alongside her,⁠ shook her head.‍⁠‍

“Hmm​⁠⁠ irregularities outside the‍‌‍ norm. Reducing life‌‍ might be possible‍‌‍ depending on the‌​​ price and conditions.​​ But eternal life?‌​ No magic can​ extend life. That‌​‌ exceeds the human⁠⁠​ limit.”

“Oh‌​ really? I feel​ like there must‍ be some method…​​ hmm.”

Arin⁠ spoke then.

“Why‌⁠ does everyone see‍⁠ it so critically?​‌​ Maybe Ra really‍‌​ is a god.⁠ He might not⁠‍‍ have created the​⁠ world, but at⁠​ least he could‍ be a being​ close to divinity.”‍

“That​​ is also strange.‍ If he were⁠ truly a god,⁠ why would he‍‌‌ need names to⁠⁠ manipulate life expectancy?”‍‍

As‍ Amy said, the⁠​​ name is only‌⁠‌ a designation created‌⁠⁠ by humans.

Thinking⁠⁠ that an entity⁠⁠ dependent on human⁠ language is divine‍‌‌ made no sense.‍

Shirone‌⁠ intervened.

“Besides,​ does the Liquor​⁠ of Anecdotes not⁠‌​ seem evil to⁠‌ you? Whatever the⁠⁠ reason, it treats​ human life as‌‍‌ an object. Maybe‍ Ra is only⁠‌ adjusting life expectancy⁠​ to administer Heaven.‍ The very idea‌​ that a god‍ administers the world‍ sounds absurd.”

His‌‍ friends noticed Shirone’s‍ negative tone toward‍‍ Heaven.

Good​ and evil are​​ human concepts, changing‍‍‍ according to the​‍ environment.

Making​‌ a value judgment‍​ required extreme caution.⁠‌

Tess⁠‌ said,

“But‌‌‍ we cannot do​‌‌ anything. It is‌‍ the life they⁠‍​ chose, their culture.‌‌​ And religion is‍‌‌ an idea with​ an absolute position⁠‍ within a culture.”‍‌

“It‌‍​ is not religion.​‍ We ourselves said‍ that Ra is‍‍​ not a god.”⁠​

“That‌ does not matter.⁠ Even if he‌⁠ is not a god and is⁠ a dictator, it​⁠‍ does not matter.‍‍‍ Ra controls life‌‍‍ expectancy. What is‍‌​ more important than​​​ that in a religion?”

Shirone​‌​ seemed to want‍ to respond, but⁠ finally remained silent.‌⁠

Amy,‍​‌ watching him, understood‌⁠‌ that he was⁠‍⁠ still searching for‌‍​ a way to‍ save Kanya’s mother.​‍

She⁠ liked that part⁠​​ of him.

But‍​ now they had⁠‌ to be cold.​‍‌

“What⁠⁠ do you plan‌​ to do, Shirone?‌​ Tomorrow the Liquor‌‍‍ of Anecdotes will​‌ take place. As‍ Tess said, it​‌ is the decision​‍⁠ of the faithful.‍‌​ We cannot intervene‌⁠‍ just because, according‌ to our standards,⁠ it seems unfair.”⁠

“But‍ Miro said she‍​ denied the law.”⁠​

“Shirone,​ that is…”

“I⁠​ know. I am‍‌ not trying to⁠ justify myself with​‌ her words. It‍‍‍ is just that⁠⁠ I am starting⁠​⁠ to feel something​⁠ similar. I think⁠⁠‌ now I can⁠⁠ understand her a little.”

He⁠​‌ remembered what he‍ heard in Nor’s​ Refuge about Miro.‌

Even‌⁠‌ though she denied​‌‌ the law, the​‍ old man’s mother⁠​ said she did‍‌ not hate her.‍⁠⁠

If​ the faithful were⁠⁠⁠ nothing more than⁠​ beings who obey‍‌ Ra, how should‌ that be interpreted?​⁠‍

What​​‌ did Miro see​‍ and feel in⁠​​ Heaven?

The‌ only certain thing‌ was that tomorrow​ Shirone would also‌‍ have to choose.‌‍

Perhaps​‍ Miro was not‌​ wrong.

***‌

First‍ Heaven, Shamayin.

Department⁠ of Administration of‌ the Faithful, Branch⁠​‌ 73 of the​‌ Fairy Realm.

The⁠​ department where Peophe​​ worked was located⁠ on the outskirts‍‌​ of Shamayin, near​ Purgatory.

In‌ the gigantic tree‍ called the World‌‍⁠ Tree, hundreds of‍​‍ houses rose, and⁠‍ among them small⁠ fairies flew like‍⁠‌ larks.

Peophe‌⁠ went deep into​⁠ the World Tree.‌⁠

The⁠‍​ residence of the‌​ department chief was‍‍ much smaller than‍ a human house,‍⁠‍ but for that⁠ same reason it‌‌ appeared delicate and​⁠⁠ luxurious.

When‍‍⁠ she entered, the‍ chief, Igirin, was‌​ sitting with her‍ wings folded.

She‍‍⁠ wore dark makeup⁠‌ around her eyes,‍​⁠ and on her⁠⁠‍ cheeks a design‍‌​ of golden vines​‌ shone.

She⁠​ was a fairy‌⁠‍ born from authority.‍

But⁠‌ beyond that, by‍ age she was⁠ an adult unreachable‍‌⁠ for Peophe.

And‍⁠ her beauty made‍ even other fairies‍​ admire her.

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