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Infinite Mage Chapter 68: At the Summit (1)

Chapter 68: At the Summit (1)

Shirone‌​​ knew that those⁠ who claimed to‌‍‌ be experts often​‍‌ ended up getting​‍⁠ fleeced at such‌‍‍ places, down to‌‌‍ their underwear. Of​​‌ course, with Yiruki’s⁠ Savant Syndrome abilities,​ he would be‌ unmatched in probability⁠​ calculations, but there’s​⁠⁠ a reason why‌ people call it​ gambling. Probability is​⁠ just that, probability;‌‌‍ to win in⁠‍ gambling, one needs‌‌⁠ the instinct of​⁠ a gambler who‌​‌ can sense the​ tide of victory.⁠⁠ Shirone could clearly⁠ envision Yiruki slowly‌ winning money and‍‌​ then losing it‌‌⁠ all in one​ go.

“I’m​ not going. You‌‍⁠ guys go. I don’t do gambling.”⁠

“You‍​ don’t have to​​ gamble. There are⁠‍ pretty girls there⁠‍⁠ who serve drinks‍‌ and massage your‌⁠ shoulders, you really‌ don’t want to​‍​ go?”

Hearing​ this made Shirone​ even less inclined‌‌​ to go.

“Ah,⁠⁠ sorry. I’m just⁠‍⁠ really tired. I need to keep​​ sleeping. Have fun.”​

Once⁠‍​ the word ‘sorry’‌ came out of‍‍​ Shirone’s mouth, there‌⁠‍ was no turning‍⁠ back. After all,​⁠‍ he was the​​ one who had‍​ accumulated the most‌ fatigue in preparing​ for this presentation.‍​‍ Both Nade and⁠⁠ Yiruki lacked sleep‍ as well, but‌ their tasks were⁠⁠‌ divided into physical‌ and intellectual labor.⁠⁠‍

In​‌ contrast, Shirone, who​ had to increase​ the level of‍‍​ photon output, had‍‍ undergone intense training‌​​ that exhausted both‌​ body and mind⁠​‍ for a month.‍‍‌ Plus, at the​⁠⁠ last minute, he‌⁠​ entered the Infinite‌​ Realm and exhausted‌​​ his mental strength,​⁠ so it was​‌ natural for him‌⁠‍ to feel physically‌ and mentally drained.​​

“Alright,⁠‍ we get it.​​ Rest well. Anyway,​ we’re going, just‍‌‍ so you know.”‌

“Yeah.​ Win big and‍ buy me something‍ delicious.”

“Ha⁠​‌ ha ha! Don’t⁠‍ worry! When you‌‌‍ wake up, we’ll​ have magically become‍ rich.”

As​‌ the door closed,‌​‍ Shirone buried his‍‌‌ face back into​​‌ the bed.

‘All​​⁠ this fuss for‌⁠⁠ being rich already…’‌

Shirone​‌‍ fell back into​​‍ a deep sleep.⁠‌

* * *

That⁠ night.

“Huuh…‍⁠⁠ Huh.”

Shirone‍‍​ tossed and turned‍ in his bed,‌ sweating coldly. The⁠ nightmare that hadn’t‌‌⁠ visited him when‌‍‍ he fell asleep⁠ like fainting was‍ now resurfacing as‌⁠ he got enough⁠ sleep.

“Huuh…”‍​

Shirone⁠ grimaced and shook‍⁠ his head left‍‍‌ and right. In‌⁠‌ the vast universe,‌⁠‌ humans were nothing.​ That intense sense‌ of emptiness wrapped‌​ around Shirone as‌⁠ a powerful shock.⁠

Again,​‌⁠ the nightmare was‍ being sucked into​⁠⁠ a single point.‌⁠⁠ Time flowed backward,⁠ reaching the beginning‍‍​ of the universe.​‌ Light appeared, and‍‌ that light, flickering‍⁠ like a thread,‌‍ then turned into⁠ bubbles, filling Shirone’s‍ vision. It was​‌ only light. And⁠‌ the next moment,​‍⁠ a powerful explosion‌‌‍ occurred in the⁠⁠​ empty space of⁠ nothingness.

“Huooooh!”‍⁠‌

Shirone⁠ sat up, his‌‌​ eyes wide open,⁠‍⁠ still fixated on‍ the afterimages in‌​ his memory. Only⁠ when he felt​‍‍ the dampness of​ his sweat-soaked pajamas​⁠‍ did he slowly​ turn his head‌‍ towards the window.‍​‍

Chirping​ sounds of birds‌⁠‌ indicated morning.

“Phew.​⁠ Just when I thought it was‌‍​ passing.”

He​​‍ had a nightmare,‌ yet again. A strange sensation enveloped⁠⁠‍ his entire body,‌ making him shiver.⁠‌

But‍‌ Shirone was no⁠‌ longer afraid.

He‌‍⁠ had heard the‍‌ cause from Armin‍‍ and had managed‌ to escape from‌ the Infinite Realm‍‍​ with his own⁠‍‌ will on the⁠​​ day of the‌ presentation.

As‌ he gained some​‌ control over his⁠⁠ power, Shirone calmly‌​ observed the phenomena⁠ happening to him.​⁠‌

‘The⁠‌ universe I see​‌ in my dreams.‍⁠‌ That’s clearly a scene representing the​‍ beginning of the⁠​‍ universe. And then,⁠​ the Gauge Symmetry.’​‌‍

Although‌​ lacking logical information,‍​ he felt a sense of clarity.⁠⁠ Perhaps it was​‌ a process of​‍⁠ organizing information in‌‍​ the subconscious. Reminded​ of Armin, who‌ had said he⁠⁠⁠ would come to​ realize it on‍‍ his own, Shirone‍ felt calm, and‍⁠‍ the sense of‌ mourning disappeared.

Shirone‌⁠ went to the‍ bathroom. He felt⁠ quite good, having​ slept deeply for‍⁠ what could have‌​ been several days.​‍⁠ While brushing his⁠​ teeth, he remembered‍​ that Yiruki and⁠ Nade seemed to​ have stopped by.‌

‘Was‌​ it a dream?⁠⁠​ Or did they‌⁠ really go?’

The​⁠‍ faces of the‌​ two, saying they‌ would hit the​ jackpot at the⁠⁠ casino, faintly crossed‌⁠​ his mind.

‘I​ should have gone⁠‍ with them. What⁠⁠ do I do​⁠‌ now, alone?’

As⁠‍‌ he finished brushing‌ his teeth and​ left the bathroom,‍​​ Shirone suddenly stopped,​‍‍ looking back at​​‌ the bed. Small‍ dust particles floating​⁠‌ above the bed​​ were rotating. The‌ window was closed,‍‌​ so it wasn’t⁠​‌ due to air​ circulation.

Forgetting‍ he was still‍​ brushing his teeth,‍‍⁠ Shirone ran over.‍⁠ Looking closely, the‌‌ particles were indeed‍‌ moving. He reached⁠ his hand towards‍‌​ the center of‍‍ the rotation, feeling​‌‌ nothing at first,⁠‍​ but then a strong sense of⁠⁠⁠ mourning hit him.​

“Huooooh!”⁠‍

Shirone​ bent over, spitting⁠ out the toothpaste‌‍‌ foam.

What​‌‍ could it be?⁠⁠​

It⁠‌‌ felt like touching‌ a nerve where‌‍ a tooth had‍⁠‌ been extracted, a sensation of confirming‌‌​ something he knew‍ but didn’t have‍‌ a name for.⁠

‘This‌ is it! Something​‍ I know but⁠‍‍ don’t have a name for. But⁠​ what is it?’‍​

Shirone‍ waved his hands‍⁠ frantically in the​​ air, but the​⁠‌ strange sensation didn’t‌‍ return. Calming down,⁠⁠ he went back⁠‍‍ to the bathroom,‍⁠‌ showered in hot‍‍ water, and came‌‍ out, still pondering‍ the recent phenomenon.​⁠

‘It’s‍‍⁠ not wind, not⁠ air pressure, not‌​ temperature. But how⁠ can dust move‌⁠⁠ like that?’

It‍‍ wasn’t just floating;​‍‌ it was moving⁠ in a pattern​⁠‌ driven by some⁠‍‍ force.

After‍ over an hour⁠‌ of deep thought,​ Shirone, feeling frustrated,‍‍ changed his clothes‍‍ and went outside.‍​ It was the​​​ middle of class⁠​⁠ time, so no‌ students were around.‌​

Feeling‌​ unfamiliar emotions, Shirone​ walked towards the⁠ main gate. He⁠⁠ had a week⁠⁠ of suspension, so‌‍⁠ he was free​⁠⁠ to do whatever‍ he wanted for‌ the next four​‌ days. Now that⁠​ the die was⁠‍⁠ cast, Shirone decided⁠‌‌ to use this​⁠ time as a rest period after‌‌‌ the intense training.​‌

‘But‌⁠ where to go?’‍​

The⁠ first place that⁠ came to mind‌⁠ was his home.‍⁠‍ The desire to‌ see his parents‌​ grew strong as‌​​ he thought of⁠⁠​ them.

‘No,​⁠‌ that’s nonsense.’

It‌ would take half⁠‌ a day by‍​⁠ carriage, but there‍ was no reason​​ to go. He‌‌‍ couldn’t just show‍‍ up at home⁠​ saying, “Mom, Dad,‍ I got suspended.”‌‌​

And‍ visiting the Ogent‌‌ house without Rian​ and Reina there‍‍ would only be‍‍⁠ awkward.

“Ah,⁠‌‌ right!”

Shirone⁠​‌ suddenly realized his⁠​‍ destination and snapped​⁠ his fingers.

The​‍‍ bookstore it was.‍‌‌

Though⁠⁠‍ the school library‌‍‍ was overflowing with⁠ books, purchasing them‌‌ from a bookstore‍‌​ had always been​⁠⁠ a dream of‍ Shirone’s. Smiling at‌ the memory of​⁠ being overjoyed by‍⁠‍ an old book​‌⁠ his father had⁠⁠ bought him in⁠ his childhood, he⁠‍‍ recalled the desire‍ to own more​​​ books.

Now,‌⁠​ thanks to the‌ allowance Temuran sent‌ him every month,​‍‍ he could afford‌⁠⁠ it. Buying books‌‌‌ in the commoner’s‍ area meant he‌⁠ could fill a basket with just⁠ a little spending.‍‌​

‘It’s⁠ the first time⁠ Im buying my‌ own book.’

While‍‍ borrowing from the​​​ library wasn’t bad,​‌ Shirone, a book​​​ lover, had a strong sense of⁠ possession.

With⁠​‌ his decision made,‍​ he quickened his‌ pace, passing the‍‌‍ noble district and‌ entering the commoners​⁠⁠ area. The streets​​‌ he often visited⁠‌​ with his father’s‍‍ cart in his⁠ childhood remained unchanged.‌‌ Entering the bookstore​‌ with a confident⁠​​ stride, the owner⁠ recognized him as‌ the child who‍ used to spend​ hours gazing inside.​​⁠

“Welcome…‌‌ oh my, isn’t‌⁠​ this Shirone?”

“Hello,⁠‌‌ ma’am.”

“Look‌ how much youve‌‍‍ grown. I thought‍ your father had⁠‌ left the city⁠ since he hadnt‌‍ visited in a while. He always⁠​ bought a book‌⁠ whenever he came.”‍

“He‍​ won’t be coming​ anymore. Thats why‌​⁠ Im buying them‌​‍ myself.”

“That’s⁠‍ good. You still​ love books, I see. Feel free‌​​ to browse.”

“Sure,‍​‍ Ill take a look around.”

Shirone‌‍ walked around the‍ store with a content smile. Regardless​​ of content, well-kept‌​ books were expensive.‍ In Creas, a city with a large population, bookstores​⁠​ did well despite‌‍⁠ few commoners being‌ literate.

Although‌ academic books were⁠ less common than‍ popular novels, Shirone​‌ realized that the‌​ library at Alpheas​‌ Magic Academy housed‍​⁠ much more advanced​‌ texts. Settling for‌‌​ a novel with‌ a magician as‌ the protagonist, he​ picked a clean,​​‌ new copy and‌ paid with gold.⁠‌ New books were‍⁠‌ expensive, but Shirone,‍⁠ having enough money,‍ didn’t mind.

“Buying‌⁠⁠ something this pricey?‌ Are you running​ an errand for⁠‍​ someone?”

“No,‌⁠‌ it’s actually the‍ first book Im⁠‌ buying myself. I wanted a clean⁠ one.”

“Thats⁠ admirable. Not many​​ spend money on⁠⁠ books. Read it⁠ well and get‍ smart. A clever⁠​⁠ head won’t make⁠‌‍ your future wife‍‍ suffer.”

Unaware‌​ Shirone attended a prestigious magic academy,​‍‍ the bookstore owner‍ proudly gave a speech. Shirone listened​⁠ happily, leaving with​‍​ his book.

‘This⁠ is my book.’​⁠

The‍​ thrill of owning​​⁠ a book not​‌⁠ borrowed or used​‌ by others made⁠ his heart race.‌

“Hey,‍​ isn’t that Shirone?”‍‍⁠

Hearing‌ his name, Shirone‍⁠​ turned to see‍ a group of​ kids around a cart. Recognizing them,⁠ his eyes widened.​

“Altor?​⁠ Martin? And Lumina‌‌ too?”

They​ were friends from‍​‌ the village he‍‌ used to play⁠​⁠ in as a child.

“Wow,​‍ it really is​​‍ Shirone!”

The‌​ kids, mostly his‍⁠ age, swarmed around‍‌ him. Altor, the‌ leader, had grown‍‍ enormously, while Martin,⁠​⁠ always small, was​ closer to Shirone’s‍ size.

Altor‍‌ draped an arm​​​ over Shirone’s shoulder.⁠

“You!​‍ What’s been going​ on? You havent‍⁠ visited in years.‌‌⁠ Vincent only said‌ you were living​‌ in the city.”⁠‌‍

“Ha‌​ ha, sorry. Thats‍⁠​ how its been.”‌

Shirone​​‍ was as happy‌‌ to see them,‍‍ despite the rough​ greeting. Martin, with‌⁠ protruding front teeth,⁠​ exclaimed in awe.⁠​

“Wow,‌ you look like​ a noble.”

“Do⁠ I? I hadnt⁠⁠​ noticed.”

Shirone‌ was surprised. Unknowingly,‌ he had acquired​‍ the air of‌ nobility. Lumina, the​ only girl in‌ the group, chimed⁠​​ in.

“Shirone‍​ always looked noble.‍‍​ Anyway, glad you’re‌‍ doing well.”

“Thanks,‌⁠ Lumina. Youve become‍‍ pretty.”

Lumina‌ blushed. Shirone remembered‌‌‌ her as a freckled, chubby child,‌​ but now she‍‍ was a slender‌‍ girl with clear‌‌​ skin.

Altor​ laughed.

“Shirone,​⁠​ still good with⁠⁠ words! But seriously,​‌ how did this​ noisy girl get⁠ pretty?”

“Shut⁠ up! What right​ do you have‌​⁠ to judge me?”‍

Lumina’s‌‍‍ unusual outburst embarrassed‌​ Altor.

“It​​ was just a joke…”

“Enough.‍‍​ I dont want‍‍⁠ to talk to‌‌ you.”

“Fine!‍⁠‍ I’m embarrassed to​ be seen with⁠‍⁠ a girl like⁠‌⁠ you anyway!”

Shirone’s‌‌ heart warmed, watching‌⁠ them bicker like‌​ old times a typical day for⁠ the village kids.‍

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