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Infinite Mage Chapter 75: The Return of the ArchMage (1)

Chapter 75: The Return of the ArchMage (1)

Canis‌ brought over a pale green robe.‍‌​ Despite Arin’s gaze,⁠⁠ Arcane changed into‌⁠‍ his clothes without‌ hesitation.

Leaning​​‍ on the table⁠​ for support, Arcane​ managed to take⁠‌ a few steps‍‌​ and finally caught​‌ his breath after‍​ sitting down.

Phew,‍‍ I finally feel‍‍ alive again.

Are‍​‍ you alright, Master?‍‍ Canis asked, concerned.​‌‍ The contrast between‍​⁠ his pale skin‌⁠‌ and the dark⁠ circles under his​​ eyes showed his​​ identity as a dark mage without‌ saying a word.​​

Such‌‍​ fascinating eyes. Thats‌⁠‌ why I chose‍⁠‌ him as my‍ apprentice.

On⁠ the other hand,‍‌‌ Arcane wasnt particularly‌‍ fond of Arin.‌ Despite her apparent‍‌‍ talent, evident from​ her black hair​‍‌ and eyes, she​ seemed too timid‌ and lacked discernment.​​

Her‍​ pretty face showed‌⁠‍ no trace of‍ malice, and her‍ large, expressive eyes⁠ revealed her emotions​‍ too easily.

Seeing‌​ her shaking pupils⁠⁠ ever since she⁠ saw the old​ man’s naked body,‍‌⁠ Arcane clicked his​‍ tongue in annoyance.⁠⁠

Tsk,​‌ tsk, what use‍‍ is such a frail girl? If⁠ not for being‍‌ Canis’s close friend,‌ I wouldn’t have‍‌‌ bothered with her.⁠‍

It‌‌‍ was seven years⁠​ ago.

Despite‌‌ using the life​‍‍ support device, Arcane,​​​ impaired in mobility,‌​⁠ mustered his last‌ strength to enter⁠‍‍ the capital city‌⁠​ of Bashuka.

As‍ expected of the​⁠ largest city in​ the Thormia Kingdom,​ the streets were​ affluent and splendid.⁠‍ However, the underside‌⁠‍ of this luminosity‌ was a continuation⁠ of the miserable‌ lives of those​ abandoned by the⁠‌ city.

The⁠ slum of Radum.⁠⁠⁠

True‌‌ to the extreme‌⁠​ polarization of the​‌‍ capital, the residents⁠​ of Radum led‍ even more wretched​ lives compared to⁠‌​ beggars in other⁠‍​ cities.

Their​⁠‍ only means of​‍ obtaining food in‌​ this forsaken place​ was rummaging through​⁠ trash bins. Even⁠ this was fiercely​ competitive, leading to‌⁠‌ murders over a fishbone.

Arcane‍​ found Canis and‍‍⁠ Arin in this‌​⁠ hellhole.

In⁠​ Radum, where everyday‍‌ life was a battlefield, ten-year-old Canis‌ had managed to‌⁠ survive along with‌⁠ Arin by becoming​ ruthless.

Canis’s‍‌‌ eyes burned with​⁠ resentment towards the‌ world.

Arcane‌‌ liked that look.⁠‍ He took them⁠​​ to his dungeon​ and taught them‍ dark magic.

My⁠⁠ judgment was right.​ That one is‍‍⁠ a true gem.‍​⁠

Arcane,​ refusing the support​‌⁠ of Canis, stood‌​ up. He did​ not want to‍⁠‌ show weakness on‍​ the day he‌‌‌ was escaping the‍‌‍ clutches of aging.‌‍

Watch‍​‍ closely, the grandeur‌ of dark magic.‌‌​

Holding‌​​ the black crystal,‌​‍ Arcane closed his⁠​ eyes. Despite his​‍‍ trembling hands due⁠‍ to weakness, his​ face radiated undeniable‌‍ excitement.

Kaah!‍​

With​⁠‌ a forceful yell,‍⁠ the crystal softened‍​​ and wrapped around⁠‍ Arcane like a stream of water.​‍‍ Then, dispersing like​​⁠ dark clouds, it​‍ enveloped his entire​‌​ body.

Kaaaaah!​​

Arcane​⁠‍ let out a monstrous scream. Absorbing‌‍ the power he‌‌‍ had accumulated over⁠‍ 40 years in‌‌ one go, an⁠ ordinary person would⁠ have lost their⁠‍ mind by now.​⁠⁠

The‍‍‍ concept of dark​ magic involves absorption‍‍​ and assimilation.

Arcane⁠‍ regained his past‍⁠⁠ strength by assimilating​⁠​ the dark power⁠ he had absorbed‌‍ into the crystal⁠ with his own​‍⁠ darkness.

Uooooh!‍‍⁠

The‍‍ shadow beneath Arcane​ flared up like​‍⁠ flames, then detached⁠‍ from his body,‌ scattering like fragments.​⁠

After⁠ some time had​‍ passed, Canis and​ Arin slowly opened‌ their eyes. Not​ a trace of‌​ Arcane’s previous frailty‌⁠ could be seen.‍⁠

His⁠ appearance hadn’t become‍‌ younger or his​ back straighter, but​⁠ his complexion was‌​‌ now rosy, and​​ his eyes brimmed​ with vitality.

Feeling‍‌ the overwhelming aura‌⁠​ of their rejuvenated‍​⁠ master, Canis trembled⁠‍⁠ with emotion.

Is⁠⁠‌ this Master Arcane’s‍ true form? I had heard rumors,‌ but this is⁠ truly remarkable.

Pleased​‍ with himself, Arcane⁠⁠‌ grinned. He had‍ regained the strength⁠⁠ he had before‌​‌ Alpheas dealt him⁠​ a crippling blow.‍‍‌

Let’s⁠⁠⁠ go. From today,‌ Arcane’s history will​‍​ be rewritten.

Waiting⁠ 40 years for​⁠‍ this day, Arcane​⁠​ left the dungeon​ without taking a moment to relish‌ his newfound power.​‍

The‍‍‌ guards couldn’t move⁠​ their bodies. When​ Arcane waved his‍‍​ hand, the guards,​⁠​ despite their will,‌‍‌ turned against each‍​⁠ other, thrusting their‍ spears at their​​​ comrades.

“Ah!⁠‌ Are you crazy?​​ Its dangerous!”

“I​ don’t know! I’m‍ not doing this!”‌

Arin’s‌​ face turned pale.⁠​⁠ Born with different​ eyes from others,​ she unfilteredly absorbed⁠‌‌ the terror of​ the guards.

“Canis,​‌ Master never said‌ he would come‍​ to such a place.”

Canis​⁠‌ was equally perplexed.‍⁠ However, his trust⁠⁠ in Arcane remained‌ unshaken.

“There​ must be some‌ reason. Let’s just​ follow for now.”​​‌

Arcane⁠ effortlessly breached the‍‍ battlefield and headed⁠⁠ towards the building.⁠⁠ The shadow that‌ had connected him‍ to the guards‌‍‌ snapped, and the⁠ fighting men foamed‌‍⁠ at the mouth‌ and collapsed.

Dark⁠⁠⁠ magic’s signature trait​ is mind control.‍‍‍

Darkness‌ merges with other⁠​‍ darkness. This characteristic‌‌ is exploited to‌‌⁠ infiltrate others’ shadows⁠​ to control their‌‌ bodies and thoughts.‌

At​⁠‌ first glance, the⁠ nature of dark‌‌‌ magic seems overpowering.‍​⁠

But‌⁠ the reason it’s‌​ considered a minor‍‌ branch lies in‍​‍ one major flaw⁠‌ – its vulnerability‍ to light.

During‍‍⁠ the day when​ the sun is​⁠​ up, darkness can⁠‌ only exist as‌​⁠ a mere shadow.‍ Moreover, more mental‍​ power is needed‌ to cast dark​ magic under bright​‍ light.

Of‌⁠ course, the prowess‌‍‌ of a dark‌‍​ mage maximizes at‍‍⁠ night, but even‌‌ that advantage has‌⁠ been diminishing with​⁠‍ the popularization of‍‌ the theory of‍⁠​ photonization developed by⁠⁠‌ the genius Kergos.‌​

In‍‍ magic schools across⁠ the continent, students⁠​⁠ specializing in dark‌‌‌ magic are almost​ nonexistent, reflecting the‍‌⁠ disdain for the‍ dark arts in‍‌⁠ the magical community.​

However,‌ Canis knew that⁠⁠‌ Arcane had perfectly⁠‍ overcome the shortcomings‍⁠‍ of dark magic.⁠ The supreme essence‌​ he had realized‌‍ was wholly imparted⁠‍⁠ to Canis.

‘I​ must trust Master.​ He has given​​‍ me everything.’

Breaking⁠ into the prison,‌ Arcane handled additional​⁠ guards in the⁠‍⁠ hallway before entering‍ the cell block⁠‌ A-3, where the⁠‍ prisoners were detained.‌ Sensing the incident,‍‍⁠ the prisoners banged‍ on their bars‌​ with their food⁠‍‌ containers.

“Hey!​ Whoever you are,‌‌ let us out!”⁠​

“Look​​⁠ here! Open this‌ damned door! I’ll​‍‌ make it worth⁠​‌ your while! Or‍⁠​ I can kill‌ someone for you,⁠​​ if you prefer!”⁠

Arcane⁠ slowly extended his⁠​ hands. The bleak‍‍ environment of the⁠ prison was an‍⁠‍ ideal stage for⁠​‌ him to showcase‍ the extent of⁠ his dark magic.‌

“The‍​⁠ Might of Darkness.”⁠​​

Shadows⁠​​ cast along the​‌⁠ corridor morphed into‍⁠ hand shapes and⁠ popped out in‍ 3D. Hundreds of​‍⁠ these hands gripped‍ the bars and⁠ tugged, twisting the‍‍‌ metal. As the‌⁠ prisoners backed against⁠ the wall in⁠‌ fear, the bars‍⁠‌ along the corridor⁠​ were successively ripped‌‍⁠ off.

Bang!⁠ Bang! Bang! Bang!‍‌⁠ Bang!

The‌‌‌ Might of Darkness‍‌ was a spell‌‍ that manipulated shadows‍ absorbed from surrounding‌‍ energy as if‌ they were limbs.‍‌‍ A single shadow‍⁠ could barely lift‌⁠ a pebble, but‌⁠ hundreds working in⁠ unison displayed enough⁠ strength to easily‍ uproot prison bars.‌​‌

As‍⁠​ the doors opened​‍ and time passed,⁠ the prisoners gingerly‌‍‍ emerged, heavy iron​ balls attached to‍‍‌ their ankles.

“Whats‍ this? Are you‌ a mage? Quite‌‍​ extraordinary.”

“Anyway,⁠ thanks. Let’s introduce‍‌ ourselves. I’m the​ Night Cat Crown,⁠ known in these‍​⁠ parts.”

Arcane,⁠‌ sensing the pitiful‌​ aura of the‌​​ prisoners, frowned in⁠ disgust. Inferno used​​ to be different⁠‍ 40 years ago,⁠⁠‌ filled with the⁠⁠ most heinous criminals.​⁠ How had it‍ degenerated to this?⁠⁠

‘Times⁠​⁠ really have changed.⁠ Does it mean⁠‍ living standards have‌​​ improved?’

According⁠​‌ to Arcane, as​‍⁠ civilization advances, the‍‌ quality of criminals‍⁠‍ declines. More con‌⁠ artists with clever‍ schemes emerge, and​​ the truly evil‍⁠ infiltrate society.

“Pathetic‌‍‍ fools. Do criminals​ do self-introductions now?‍ Just because the‍ bars are gone,​‍ do you think​⁠‌ you can leave‍⁠​ this place?”

“Whats​ with this old‍‌‍ man? Gone senile?​ You know who​ I am?”

The‍⁠ prisoners boasted in​‍‍ numbers. Just because​ they shared a prison didn’t mean‌​ they were allies.‍‍‌

“Listen⁠⁠ up, fools. If⁠‌⁠ you don’t have‌ the confidence to‍​ take me down,‍‍ stay in your‍⁠ cell. Disobey me,‍‌ and you’ll suffer​ the pain of⁠⁠⁠ broken bones.”

The‍​⁠ prisoners burst into​⁠​ laughter.

“Hahaha!‌ Whats this old⁠‌ guy on about?​‍⁠ Came all this⁠ way and now‍ you think we’ll‌ just go back?”‍​⁠

“Let’s​​‌ trample him! Time​‌‍ to leave this​ wretched prison!”

In‍‍⁠ their excitement of‌ regaining freedom, the‌​ prisoners charged without​​ heed. But soon,‌⁠ they realized they⁠ were still shackled‍‍‌ at the ankles.​

“Ah?‍‍ What! Damn it!”‌

The‌​‍ prisoners began to‌‍‌ panic. Arcane, watching‌‌‍ their pathetic state,‌‍ snorted.

A true criminal either‍ has the skills‍‍⁠ or the brains.‍⁠ But these were‌‍ just parasites, feasting‍‍ off the prison’s⁠‌ food.

“The‍‍‍ Might of Darkness.”‍‍

“Ah,⁠ what is this?”‌‍

The⁠ hands that had​ torn off the‍ bars now wrapped‍‍ around the prisoners‌‍ and pulled them​​​ into the darkness.‍‌ Like being buried⁠⁠ in a giant‌⁠​ gel, their eyes,⁠​ noses, and mouths‍⁠‍ disappeared under the​​ black veil.

After‍ a while, the‌⁠ sound of breaking‍ bones was heard.⁠⁠

“Ugh,⁠ ugh!”

“Arrrgh!”​​​

The‌‌‌ prisoners, unable to‍‌ scream with their​‍ mouths sealed, could‌‍ only groan.

Hearing​​ the eerie sounds,⁠‌ Arin shivered and⁠⁠ said to Canis,​⁠ “Do we really‌‍ need to go‍‍ to such lengths⁠​ for revenge?”

“Arin,​ questioning the Master‍‍ is like doubting‍‌ ourselves.”

“But‌​ still…”

“Forgot​ what happened in⁠​⁠ Radum? Worse things⁠⁠‍ happened there. And‍‍⁠ these prisoners are⁠‌‌ no different from‍‌ those who tormented‌‍ us in Radum.”‌​​

“But​⁠ we promised to⁠​​ forget everything that‍‌ happened in Radum.‍​​ To be happy‌⁠‌ from now on.”​

“Its‌⁠‍ not over yet.​⁠ We can’t find⁠‌ happiness until Master’s‍​ grudge is settled.”⁠

As‍​ the darkness dissipated,​⁠‍ the prisoners lay‍⁠‌ twisted in agony.​

Arcane,‌ looking down on‍‍‍ them with contempt,‍ muttered, “Weaklings. Was‍‌⁠ this a waste‍‍‌ of time? Or​⁠ will the other⁠ blocks be any‍ better?”

There‍‌​ were 320 criminals‍​ in Inferno. Perhaps​‍‌ this block was​‍ particularly full of⁠‍​ lowlifes.

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