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Infinite Mage Chapter 95: Genius Lost in Light (4)

Chapter 95: Genius Lost in Light (4)

Arcane‍⁠ was aware that‌‍‍ someone had infiltrated​​ his dungeon the​⁠ previous night. However,​‍​ he didn’t care.‍ Countless people had⁠ tried to invade⁠ the dungeon of⁠‌⁠ an archmage like‍ him, only to⁠ end up as‍‌​ corpses, victims of‍‌ monsters or traps.‌⁠‌

Putting​ aside his fleeting‍‍⁠ thoughts, Arcane refocused‌⁠⁠ on his research.‌​⁠ Recently, he had​​ been delving into​⁠​ the effects of‌ dark magic on‍ memory. Suddenly, his​‌‌ writing stopped. He‍ took off his⁠ glasses and looked​ towards the door​‍‌ as the mechanisms‍‌ were being rapidly‍​ disabled. This was‍ no ordinary intruder.‌​‌

“Seems‌⁠⁠ like a big⁠ catch this time.”⁠

For⁠‌⁠ Arcane, who could‌ stay holed up⁠‍‌ in his dungeon‌ for years, intruders​‌ served as a form of entertainment.​​ And today, it⁠‌⁠ seemed like a rather interesting individual​​‌ had taken the‌ bait.

The‌‌ sound of a heavy door opening‌ echoed as Arcane​​⁠ glanced at his⁠ clock. Exactly 32‌ hours, 28 minutes,⁠ and 5 seconds.​ That was the‌‌​ time taken to‌​ dismantle the traps‍​ and reach him‌‌​ from the entrance.⁠​​

“Are‌‍‌ you the archmage,⁠‍ Viltor Arcane?”

A bloodied man stood‍‌​ before him. Handsome⁠ and with eyes​ sparkling with resolve.⁠⁠​

“You⁠⁠⁠ don’t seem like‌‍ someone after wealth.‌‌‌ Who are you?”‍

“I‍​‍ am Alpheas Myrhe.​ I had to‍​‍ come personally since​ there was no‌ other way to⁠ meet you.”

“Ah?”​​

Arcane’s‌ eyebrows raised in​⁠⁠ interest. Even secluded⁠‌⁠ in his dungeon,⁠ he was not​ ignorant of the‌ world’s affairs. He​ had already come‌‌ across Alpheas’s theory⁠‍ of Photonics through‍ covert channels.

“A‌​​ mage of light‌‌‍ seeking a mage⁠ of darkness. Quite‌⁠ an unusual event.​​ Sit down. I’ll⁠‍​ heal you.”

Arcane​ activated a life-sustaining‍‌ device. Alpheas, submerged‌ in a tank​​‌ filled with a green liquid, quickly‍​⁠ fell into a deep sleep.

Three​‍‍ hours later.

“Puhah!‌⁠‌ Haak!”

Alpheas‌ jerked upright out⁠​‍ of the liquid.‌⁠‍ It was a close call to‍​‌ suffocation. How could‌‍ he have fallen⁠‌ asleep under these⁠​⁠ circumstances? As he⁠‌ turned his head,​ he saw Arcane⁠ writing at his‍ desk, looking more‌‌‌ like a scholarly‌‍‌ academic than the‍⁠‌ continent-tormenting archmage.

“Thank​‌​ you for the‌‌ treatment. It’s an​ impressive device. I’m​ curious about its‍‍​ principle.”

“No⁠ need to beat‍​​ around the bush.​‍ It doesn’t change‌‌ the fact you’re⁠‍ an uninvited guest.‍ Tell me why‍⁠‌ you’re here.”

If​ someone was driven​‌‌ by curiosity and‍ interest, there was‍⁠‍ no need to‌⁠​ prolong the conversation.⁠

Alpheas​ got straight to⁠‍ the point.

“I‌‌ want to learn⁠ dark magic. Please⁠⁠⁠ accept me as⁠ your disciple.”

“Ah?”‌‍‌

The⁠ idea of Alpheas,‍‌‍ the hottest topic‌​ in the world‍‍ of magic, asking‌ to be his‍‌ disciple intrigued Arcane,‌ even with his‌ status.

“Do‍​⁠ you have a special reason?”

“I‌ have a wife,​​ but she has‍‍ intellectual disabilities. I’ve‍ heard about your‌​​ research on embedding​ memories using dark‍⁠‍ magic, and I want to give⁠‍‍ her my memories.”‍⁠​

Arcane’s​ eyes twinkled. They​ both thoroughly understood‌ each other’s expertise,​‌​ so no extended‍⁠ explanations were needed.⁠

“I’ve⁠ done considerable research​‌ on memory manipulation.⁠‌‌ But what you’re‍ asking for is⁠‌⁠ a different dimension.​‍‍ There’s the issue​‌​ of personality, and‍‍‍ above all, it’s​‌⁠ about transferring an⁠‌‍ entire life’s memories.”‌‍

“I⁠‌ believe it’s possible.​‌ Combining the absorptive‍​ nature of dark‌‍​ magic with the​‌‌ information-transmitting capabilities of⁠​‌ photons, couldn’t we‌ create a virtual‌​ intelligence?”

“Hmm,​​‍ constructing the neural‌‌ network with photon⁠⁠​ magic and then​‌‍ infusing it with‍‍ memories?”

It‍​‌ was indeed a novel idea. Until⁠ now, photon magic‌‍ had been as​​ limited as time⁠​​ magic, but with⁠ the revelation of‍​​ Photonics, Arcane anticipated​‍ it would soon‌⁠ excel in the⁠​ field of information.⁠

“Before‌‌‍ examining the theory,⁠ one question. Has⁠ your wife consented‍‍‍ to this experiment?”‍

“Not⁠ yet. But I’m​ sure she will​ agree.”

“A​⁠ story behind it,‌⁠ I presume.”

Alpheas‌ shared his story,​ leading up to​ why he sought‍‌ out Arcane. Understanding⁠ his situation, Arcane‍‍​ found the proposal‌​​ intriguing and genuinely​‍ brilliant. After a day of discussion⁠ and theoretical examination,⁠ they both agreed‍⁠ on the feasibility‌‍ of the idea.​‌⁠

“Very‍ well. If you’re⁠⁠⁠ truly prepared to​‍‍ bet your life​⁠ on this, I’ll​ accept you as‍‌⁠ my disciple. But‌‌​ convincing your family‌‌ won’t be easy.”‌​

Becoming‌ the disciple of‌⁠⁠ an archmage, yet‍‍ Alpheas was also‌⁠ from a prestigious​⁠ family. It seemed⁠​⁠ unlikely he would‌ abandon a guaranteed​ future at the‍‌ Department of Thunder⁠ Magic and enter‍‍‍ a dimly lit‍ research lab.

However,​ Alpheas had no⁠ alternative plans. If​‍⁠ Erina was unhappy,‌ so was he.​​​ All he wanted⁠‍ was her happiness.​‌

“Thank‌​ you. I’ll bring‌​ my family here⁠ soon.”

After‍⁠ returning home, Alpheas‌ consulted with Erina,​ with Klumph also‌‍ present. Alpheas emphasized⁠ the potential to​​‌ treat Erina’s intellectual‌​​ future. Klumph immediately​‌​ objected.

“Alpheas,‌ what are you​‌‍ saying? Why would‌⁠‍ you go to‌​ such a person?‌⁠ He’s a criminal!”‌​‍

“Such‍ things don’t matter⁠ to a mage.‍‍‍ What’s important is‍‍⁠ that he has‌ the deepest understanding‌ of dark magic‍ on the continent.​ He’s also well-versed⁠ in human memory​​ and brain structure.⁠‌‌ It won’t be‍ a loss.”

“No,‌‌​ it will be.‌‌⁠ You’re bewitched. Implanting​ memories in the⁠‍‌ human brain? Impossible!”⁠‍⁠

“Klumph,‍ your thoughts…”

“Yes!‌‌‌ I’m dumb! Not‌ as smart or​‍‌ genius as you!‍‌​ But even I know this: you’re‌ throwing away a stroke of luck.​‍‌ Associating with him‌ might even cancel‌​‍ your entry into⁠ Thunder. What about⁠​ your family? They’ll⁠‌⁠ surely disown you!”⁠

Alpheas⁠⁠‍ was aware of​⁠ these risks but​‍⁠ had already made​⁠ his decision.

“It‌ doesn’t matter. Those‌⁠‍ things can’t determine‌​​ my life. Thunder,‍ family, I don’t​⁠ need them. As​ long as Erina‌‌ is happy, I can be much‍ happier than now.”‌‍‍

Erina‍ pondered. But Alpheas’s​‍‍ final words had​ essentially made the⁠ decision. If her‌ husband was happy,⁠⁠ so was she.‍⁠⁠

“Honey,‌‍ I’ll do it.”⁠​⁠

“Missus!⁠​‌ This is something​⁠‍ that needs careful‍‍ consideration.”

“I‍​ will do it​⁠ because I trust‍​ my husband. Alpheas⁠ will make me‌​ happy.”

“Of​ course! Who am​​⁠ I? A mage‍ who won the​‌‍ Gold Circle. And‌ my master is‍ an archmage. Together,⁠‍ we can easily⁠‍ fix any weakness‍⁠ of yours.”

Despite‍ Klumph’s daily attempts‍‌ to persuade Alpheas,⁠‌‌ the couple’s determination‌‌ was unshakable. Eventually,⁠‍⁠ Alpheas settled all⁠‌ his affairs and⁠ entered Arcane’s dungeon‌​‍ with Erina.

“Pleased‍‍⁠ to meet you.‍‍​ I am Viltor‌ Arcane.”

“Hello,⁠ my husband has⁠‍ been indebted to⁠⁠ you.”

Erina​⁠ greeted him politely.​⁠‌ Now that her⁠‌‌ husband’s mentor was‌ here, she couldn’t‍‍ afford to act⁠ carelessly.

Arcane,‌‌⁠ however, reassured her‍‍​ in a nonchalant​ manner.

“Don’t‍⁠‌ worry too much.‌⁠‍ I’ve been delving⁠⁠‌ into this field‍ for decades. You’ve‌‌⁠ made a big​⁠⁠ decision. If successful,⁠​ many with mental‌​⁠ illnesses can be‌‌‌ cured. Your husband‍ will gain a reputation unparalleled by⁠‌ his work in‍⁠‍ Thunder.”

Becoming​ the disciple of‌‍ an archmage meant‍⁠‌ regaining everything Alpheas⁠‍⁠ had sacrificed. Erina⁠⁠ considered it worthwhile,​​⁠ seeing the potential⁠⁠ reward.

For‌⁠‌ two years, Alpheas⁠​ stayed in the​​‍ dungeon, working on‌ transferring memories to‍ Erina. Arcane, adept‌ at experimental work,​​​ provided rational care,‍ allowing Erina to‍ stay in the‍⁠‍ dungeon without significant⁠ discomfort.

“Hey,​‌‌ Missus. How are⁠ you feeling?”

Klumph⁠ visited weekly, bringing‍‍‌ food. The busy⁠ couple, especially Erina,‍‌⁠ couldn’t be expected‌‍ to endure poor‌​ meals.

“I’m‍‌ fine. The experiment⁠⁠​ is almost over.⁠ Soon, my husband​​⁠ can return to‌ the world.”

Klumph⁠​ laughed heartily. Despite​⁠ the hardship of​‍ the past two‍ years, Erina had⁠ borne it well.‌​‌ Yet, it was‍‍​ bittersweet; her lower‍‍ intelligence didn’t diminish‌ the value of‌‍‍ her heart, which‍‌‍ sacrificed for her‌‌‍ husband.

Hearing​ of Klumph’s arrival,​ Alpheas joined them,‌‍ looking increasingly gaunt​ each visit.

“Thanks​⁠ for coming every​ time.”

“How’s⁠‍‍ the experiment? Any⁠ progress?”

“Nearly‌ complete. Clinical trials‍ were a success.⁠ Next month, Erina‍ can finally escape‍​ the disdainful glares.”‌⁠

“Next⁠ month? That quick?”​

“What⁠‍ are you saying?​​ It’s been two⁠ long years. We’ve‍ been working day‍‍ and night with‍‌ the master. You⁠ must come on‍ that day. Bring​‍ plenty of booze​⁠⁠ instead of food.”‌​⁠

As‍⁠‌ the month passed,‍‍‍ everyone anxiously awaited⁠‍ the day of‍​ the experiment.

Erina​⁠ lay on the​ bed, waiting. With⁠ Arcane and Alpheas‌ busy checking equipment,⁠‌‌ Klumph kept her​​ company, easing her⁠ tension.

“Missus,‌‍ how do you‌ feel? After today,⁠⁠ you’ll have Alpheas’s‌​ memories. Even those‌​ embarrassing moments from‌​‍ his childhood. Be‌ sure to check‍​‌ if he ever​​​ had a roving⁠​ eye. Hahaha!”

Erina​ burst into laughter​⁠​ at Klumph’s joke.​‍‍ The atmosphere was⁠⁠⁠ tense but positive.‌​ A day that​‌‍ felt like everything‍ would go right,​ and the equipment​‍⁠ was all set.⁠

“Let’s‌ start, Erina.”

Alpheas⁠ lay beside Erina,‍‍‌ stroking her hair.‍‍ He could give‌​ her his memories​‌⁠ because he loved⁠ her. Embarrassing or‍‌ shameful, it didn’t‌ matter to her.‌‍

“Thank​ you, honey.”

“Don’t‍‍ mention it. I should be the⁠‌ one thanking you.‌‍ You’ve been so⁠ strong. Let’s be​ happy. Have kids‍​‌ too.”

Alpheas⁠ wondered if his⁠‌‌ smile looked forced.‍​‍ Truthfully, he was​⁠ incredibly nervous. Arcane​​ approached, attaching a device to their​‌​ heads. The experiment‍‌ was a culmination⁠⁠ of various fields:​ magical engineering, magical⁠​ biology, alchemy, photonics,‍‌⁠ and human biology.​​‌

“Starting‌ now. Relax. It​ will be over⁠‌​ soon.”

As​‌​ Arcane activated the⁠ machine, Klumph walked‌ to a corner,‌‍ anxiously rubbing his‌​​ hands. The clanking‍​‍ of mechanical parts‌ filled the room,​ with dozens of‍ components working and​​ crystals lighting up⁠ chaotically.

Alpheas⁠ willingly accepted the‍‍ dark magic infiltrating⁠ his mind.

The‌⁠‍ principle was simple:‍​ Alpheas’s memories were‍⁠​ absorbed through dark‌‍​ magic and then‍ transmitted to Erina’s​ memory using photon‌‍​ output.

“Ugh!”‍​

Erina’s‍​​ eyes widened. The⁠‌ influx of massive​‌‍ information made her​​‌ eyes spark. From‍‍‌ Alpheas’s earliest memory‍ to their recent‌‌​ conversation, all his‍‍‌ life’s moments were‌‌⁠ being transmitted at‌⁠​ the speed of⁠‍‍ light.

Erina⁠ faintly smiled. It‍‌‍ felt like truly​‍‌ becoming one with‌‌‌ Alpheas.

‘Thank​‌ you, honey. And​‌⁠ I love you.’‍‌⁠

She⁠⁠ closed her eyes,‍ content. There were​ no regrets. Born‌‍‌ into the world,⁠⁠ she had received​⁠ more love than‌​⁠ deserved.

Meeting‍ Alpheas… was a blessing.

The​ light faded, signaling​‌ the experiment’s end.​​‌ Arcane checked the‍ panel. A 100%​‍ transfer rate. All​ memories had been⁠​‍ perfectly conveyed.

“Honey!‌​‌ Honey!”

Alpheas‌​​ turned to Erina.​​‌ She looked pale​‍⁠ and sweaty.

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