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Infinite Mage Chapter 93: Genius Lost in Light (2)

Chapter 93: Genius Lost in Light (2)

“It’s‍ a wise decision.​‌​ Ignoring nine for⁠‌ the sake of‌‌‌ one is foolish.‌ In any situation,‌⁠‍ never stop thinking.‍‍ Everything in the‌‍​ world is determined‌ by the amount‌​ of thought. Combat​‌ is no different.”‍‍

“Don’t⁠ be mistaken. I will never forgive⁠ you.”

“Haha!⁠‍‌ If you’re also‌‌ determined, there’s nothing‌ more to ask‍‍ for. Shall I guess? You grow⁠​ in real combat.‍‍​ A school that‍‌‌ teaches only standardized​‌ things doesn’t suit‌⁠ you. How about‌ it? Won’t you‍‌ join me? I’ll‌ make you the‍ greatest mage.”

“Don’t⁠‍‌ talk nonsense. I respect the teachers​‌ here far more‌ than a murderer‍ like you.”

“Then‌⁠ tell me. What​ have you learned​ here? Photon Cannon?⁠‌ Red wavelength? Or‌⁠⁠ did they even⁠⁠‌ advise you on‌‌​ Immortal Function?”

Shirone’s​‍‌ eyes wavered slightly.⁠‌​

“How‍‌ do you know⁠‌ that…?”

Arcane‌‍​ burst into laughter.‍‍ This must be⁠‍ why he enjoys‌​ teaching. Gathering naive​‌‍ children and spouting​‍⁠ nonsense to his​ heart’s content.

“It’s​ indeed rare. Immortal​⁠⁠ Function, is that⁠‌ an ordinary realm?⁠⁠ But child, there​⁠ are terrifying monsters‌​‌ in places you​ don’t know. If​ you mingle with‍ them joyfully…”

Arcane‍⁠‌ grinned slyly with‌​ one eye.

“Unlockers⁠​ aren’t that rare‌‍ either.”

Shirone‍ swallowed dryly. How‍​⁠ many life-and-death situations⁠ must one overcome⁠‌‍ to casually mention⁠ Unlockers as not​ rare? Regardless of​‌ skill, the accumulated‍⁠‌ experience alone made‍ him a different⁠‍⁠ entity.

“In⁠ 100 years, I’ve​ met seven. Four‍​ were decent, and‍​ I killed three.⁠⁠⁠ The uniqueness of‍​ Unlockers is distinct.​​ The potential for​ distortion is infinite.⁠ But untrained uniqueness⁠ dies before greater‍ stability.”

It​⁠​ was undeniable, though‍ bitter. Uniqueness could​‌​ be a variable​​ that ignores objective​​ power, yet sometimes‍ it’s a double-edged‍‌‍ sword, powerless before‌‍ straightforward methods.

“You‌ won’t learn anything‌ in a school​‌ that ignores uniqueness,‌​‍ teaching the same⁠​ things. You need​​​ to sharpen your​⁠‍ unique strengths. I can help you‌​‌ with that.”

“I⁠‌‌ don’t learn magic​‍ to defeat someone.​​​ Don’t lump me‌​‌ with someone like⁠​‌ you.”

Arcane⁠‌ read the conflict​‍‍ in Shirone’s eyes.‌ Of course, without‌ a similar obsession​ with magic, he‍‍⁠ wouldn’t have reached‍‍ his current position.⁠⁠

“You‍⁠⁠ think everyone likes‍‌ you now. But‍​‌ humans are naturally⁠ favorable to the⁠‍ great. It’s not⁠ that they like‌​ you personally. How​‌‍ long do you‍ think you can​⁠⁠ interact with such⁠⁠​ hypocrites?”

Everyone⁠‌⁠ frowned at Arcane’s⁠‌ words.

But‌‌ Shirone just listened⁠‍ silently.

“Get⁠ stronger. Make them​ unable to ignore‍‌ you forever. Otherwise,‌⁠⁠ they will trample‍ on you. Can‍⁠​ you still avoid​⁠‍ conflict with polished⁠ excuses when that‍ happens?”

Arcane‌ spread three fingers.‍⁠

“Three‍‌ years. I’ll make‌⁠ you a mage‌ no one on​ the continent can⁠ ignore within three⁠ years. Too short?‌ I don’t think‍⁠ so. If we⁠ maximize your uniqueness,‌​ it’s not impossible.”​

To⁠​​ Shirone, it wasn’t⁠‍ nonsense. As an‌‌⁠ Unlocker, staying in​ school seemed fruitless.​⁠‍ At best, he‌ would easily land‌⁠ a job in⁠ the mage society.​​

“Your⁠ words may be⁠‌​ right.”

Nade⁠‍​ and Yiruki’s faces⁠⁠‍ darkened.

“Shirone…”‍⁠

If⁠‍⁠ it’s the truth,‍‌ there’s no need‌‍ to deny it.‍⁠‍ Unlockers hold a unique position in‍⁠‌ the mage society,‌ and standardized education⁠‍ at a magic⁠​ school has its​ limits in skill‌⁠ development.

“Maybe​​⁠ you’re right. But‍ still, I won’t‌‍⁠ follow you. This‌ academy isn’t just⁠​ a place for‌‍ me to fight;⁠‌ it’s where my‌ life is. Teachers,‌‍ friends, a sense‍⁠‍ of belonging. I don’t think you‍ can offer me‌‍ those things.”

Arcane⁠ frowned. Whatever Arcane⁠‍ did to brainwash​‌‍ the students was​‍ admirable.

“You’re⁠‍‍ being deceived. Those‍ things don’t matter‌‌ in life. If⁠ you weren’t strong,⁠ you would have⁠​ been just an‍ average kid at​​‍ school. Proving your‍‍‍ strength is everything‌⁠ in life.”

“If‌‌‌ that’s really everything,⁠ then what’s left‍‌ for you now?‍⁠ Everyone hates you.⁠‍ Aren’t you lonely?⁠‌ No one cares‌⁠ about you, so​ you can only⁠ prove yourself this⁠‌ way.”

Arcane‍‍ ground his teeth,‌⁠‍ his face reddening.⁠‍​

“Nonsense.‍​ The strong are‍⁠‍ lonely. It’s the​⁠‍ weak who seek​‌​ to band together.‌⁠ Look at the⁠⁠ situation. Everyone is‌‌ kneeling at my⁠⁠ feet. I rule​ them. This is​ loneliness.”

“No.⁠ You’re just a murderer who nobody​ cares about.”

The​‍⁠ word ‘murderer’ ignited‌ madness in Arcane’s‍​ eyes.

“Haha!​‌​ Maybe. But did‍​ you know? I once had comrades.​ But one led‌ everyone to ruin.‍⁠ That’s the Alpheas‍ you respect.”

Shirone‌‍ didn’t believe it.⁠⁠​ He had heard​ from Ethella about‌‌ their enmity. The‍‌​ Alpheas he knew⁠ wouldn’t lead anyone‍ to ruin.

“I⁠‍ don’t know what‌ happened in the‌ past, but I won’t listen to​⁠ you. You’re a murderer. And you’re‌ still committing murder.”‍​

“Murderer,‍⁠ you say. Then‌⁠‍ isnt Alpheas… just‍⁠​ like me?”

Shirone‌⁠ widened his eyes,​‌‌ shocked.

“Lies.‍‍​ What do you‌ know about the​‍ headmaster?”

“Hahaha!​ Of course, I know. That kid​‍ was my disciple.”‍

“What…?”⁠‌⁠

Shirone⁠‍ was speechless. Alpheas‌‍ was a pioneer‌ of light magic​⁠​ since his youth.‍ How could someone​⁠⁠ who practices dark​ magic be his​⁠​ mentor?

Arcane‍‌​ looked up at​‌ the sky, reminiscing.‌​ Realizing something, he‍ turned to Ethella.‍⁠

“Did​​ Alpheas ever marry?”‍‌

“No.‌‍⁠ He has devoted⁠‌‍ his life to​‌ education, living alone.”‌

“I​​⁠ see.”

A fleeting sadness passed​ through Arcane’s eyes.‌ Although he harbored​ hatred for Alpheas​⁠ for 40 years,⁠ the only thing‌​​ he possibly felt‌⁠ sympathy for was‍‍ the matter of⁠ Erina.

“You‍‍ might not know,‍ but Alpheas was‌​ once married.”

Ethella⁠ tilted her head⁠ in confusion. To‌ her knowledge, Alpheas⁠‌ had always been‌⁠ single. Even if​ he had married‍‍‌ and separated, it​ should have been‍‌​ documented as a union of houses.⁠

“But‍⁠ Headmaster Alpheas is​​‌ officially single.”

“It⁠ seems his marriage‌ was never acknowledged.‌‌ But Alpheas was‌ indeed married. They​‍​ lived together for‌​‌ three years. Her⁠⁠ name was Erina.​ A wonderful woman.‍​ She shone brighter⁠‌ and was more⁠​‌ beautiful than anyone.”‍

“What‍‌ exactly happened between‌‍ you two? Is‍ it something worth‍⁠ harboring a grudge‌⁠ over, even after⁠‌‍ 50 years?”

“At⁠‍‍ that time, Alpheas‌​ was a rising‌​ star, recognized for‍ his Photon Theory.‍​​ Having received the‌‍​ Gold Circle Award‌​ from the Emperor,⁠⁠‍ you can imagine‌ his stature. He‌‍ secured a position​​‌ in the Thunder⁠‌‌ Dragons’ Magic Department‌‍​ and set up‍​ a household with⁠ a woman from⁠‌ the Bastadd family.​‍ He had nothing‍ to envy in⁠⁠ the world. But⁠‌‍ he had his​‌ worries.”

Arcane⁠‌‌ tapped his head‍‌‍ as he spoke.⁠‍⁠

“His​ wife, Erina, was⁠ a bit slow.​‌ Her intelligence was‍ around that of‌⁠‌ a ten-year-old.”

“I‍ see.”

“But‍‍‌ Alpheas didn’t mind.‍‌ He truly loved‍‍ his wife. His​⁠⁠ affection was neither⁠⁠ pity nor pretense.”‍​⁠

Arcane’s‌⁠ memory traveled back​​‍ in time, to‌⁠ 40 years ago.​⁠‍ It was when‍ Arcane ruled the‌‍ world, and Alpheas,‍‌‍ a new star‌​⁠ in the magic‍ world, was dubbed‌ a supernova.

“This⁠⁠‍ year’s Gold Circle⁠‍‌ Award! Alpheas Myrhe!”‌

Fanfares‍ echoed in the‍⁠‌ Grand Hall. As​‌‌ Alpheas walked amid‍ the colorful confetti,‌ tears of joy‍‌‍ welled in his⁠ eyes. The Gold​‍ Circle Award, given‌ to the mage​ with the highest‌ achievement of the‌ year, ensured entry‍ into Thunder Strike​⁠ and support from​⁠​ numerous noble families.​‌⁠

“Congratulations,​⁠‌ Alpheas. I knew​⁠ you would win.”‌‌

“Count‍⁠ on me in‌‌ the future. Don’t⁠ forget your old‍​ friends now that⁠ you’re successful.”

Many​ mages flocked around​‌ Alpheas, hoping to‌ make an early‍‌‍ impression, foreseeing his‍ continuously rising value.​

However,⁠‍ not all eyes​​​ were favorable. Saroph,​‍⁠ who had been⁠​​ a close competitor⁠‍ until the end,⁠‌ looked sour as⁠‌ if he had⁠⁠‌ swallowed something bitter.⁠‍

“Hmph.‍ Married an idiot‌⁠ and rose to‍ fame. Myrhe and⁠​ Bastadd’s union, how‌​ can anyone compete‌ with that?”

“It’s‍‌⁠ true. It’s really‍⁠‌ frustrating. But what⁠‍⁠ can we do,⁠​ the results are‍‌‌ out. We need​ to watch our‌ words around Alpheas​ now.”

Saroph‍‌ was aware too.​‌‌ As long as‌​⁠ they were part​ of the magic‌​ society, it was‍‍‍ wise to get‍​ on Alpheas’s good‍​ side.

“What⁠‍ will you do,⁠⁠​ Saroph? Approaching subtly‌ and seeking reconciliation‌‌⁠ might make it‌⁠‌ worse. Shall we‍‌ leave it for⁠ later and go​‍⁠ for a drink?”‍‍

“Sounds‌ good. I don’t‍ want to stay​ here any longer.”⁠

Saroph⁠ left the castle‍ with his friends.‍⁠⁠ Although he narrowly‍‌⁠ missed the Gold‌‌ Circle Award, no⁠⁠‍ one paid attention‌ to the loser.‍

Klumph‌‌ heartily laughed, pulling⁠‍ Alpheas out of​⁠ the crowd. Alpheas⁠‍⁠ wanted a break,⁠‍​ but soon found⁠ his face squeezed​‍‌ against Klumph’s muscular‍​ arm.

“Hahaha!​ You did it,‍‍ my friend! My‌‍​ friend won the⁠ Gold Circle! I can’t believe it!”⁠‍

“Ouch!​ It hurts!”

Alpheas⁠‍​ screamed, but Klumph’s‌⁠ celebration knew no⁠⁠⁠ bounds.

“When​ you were being​ a smart aleck,‍⁠ I really wanted​ to beat you​ up, but now‌⁠​ I see, you’re‌‌‌ a genius! You‌ did it, man!”‍‌​

Alpheas‌⁠‍ felt dizzy but​ didn’t think of‍ escaping. It’s the‍⁠‌ Gold Circle. When‍​‌ else would he⁠​ experience such thrilling‍ pain?

“Alright!⁠‌‍ Let’s drink until​​‌ our stomachs burst‍‍​ on this great​‌‌ day. I’ve booked‌‌​ a tavern, just‌‍ bring your stomach,‍​‌ leave your brain!”​⁠‍

“Ah,​‌ I can’t go‌​⁠ right now. I need to stop​ by somewhere.”

“What?⁠ The star of‌​ the night can’t‌⁠ be absent. What’s​⁠ the matter?”

“I’m‌ going home. I want to put⁠ the medal on‌​​ my wife.”

Klumph​​‌ couldn’t argue with⁠⁠ that. Having married​‌ Erina a year‌⁠ ago, due to‌‌ opposition from both⁠​‍ families, they lived​⁠ in a small‌ house in a civilian area without⁠ any support.

It‍ started with the​‍​ Myrhe family. They‌‍‌ couldn’t accept their​ son, sent abroad‌ for education, marrying‌ a foolish woman.‌‌

The‍ Bastadd family didn’t‍‍‍ back down either.⁠‍⁠ They claimed that​⁠‌ despite being nobles,‌​‌ they wouldn’t be‍ looked down upon,⁠ even if their⁠ daughter was a bit slow.

In‍ the end, Alpheas‌​‍ and Erina had‍⁠‍ an unofficial wedding⁠​ ceremony with only​ friends present.

“Right.​ There’s Mrs. Erina.​‌‍ Why not bring​⁠⁠ her here?”

“No⁠ need. What wife‌‍ would like to⁠ see her husband‍ drunk? I’ll just‍⁠ be back soon.”‌‍

“Stubborn‍⁠​ as always. Well,‌‌‍ hurry back.”

“Will‍‌ do. Go ahead‍ to the tavern!”‍⁠‍

Alpheas‌ rushed out of​ the castle. Despite‌ being exhausted from‍‌ relentless research, he‌‌‍ felt exhilarated tonight.‍‌

‘I​⁠ did it! I made it!’

Winning‍ the kingdom’s most​ prestigious award meant‍‌ that the Myrhe‍‍‍ family would have‍‌⁠ to accept him‍⁠ back, paving the⁠‌ way for a formal wedding with‍‌‌ Erina.

“Honey,⁠​⁠ I’m back.”

Erina​‍ knew about the‍ award day. In‍ any other home,‍⁠ there might have‍‍ been a surprise​⁠‍ party, but she‌‌‍ greeted him as⁠‌ usual from the⁠⁠⁠ kitchen.

“Are​‌​ you back? Have​ you eaten?”

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