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Infinite Mage Chapter 96: Genius Lost in Light (5)

Chapter 96: Genius Lost in Light (5)

“Master!​‍⁠ How did it‌ go? Was the‌ experiment successful?”

“Yes,‍ it was a success! Our magic⁠‍ worked!”

However,‍‌​ Alpheas couldn’t rejoice.⁠‌ Something was clearly​​​ wrong with Erina.⁠

“But​ why is my⁠ wife like this?⁠ Honey! Snap out​‌‌ of it!”

Arcane,⁠‍ re-examining the control‍ panel, was shocked.​‍⁠ The balance of‌‍ each item was‌ normal, but the‍⁠ overall bodily rhythm​​ was dropping simultaneously,‍‌ as if life​​ itself was fading⁠⁠⁠ away.

“Why⁠ is this happening?⁠ The clinical trials⁠⁠‍ didn’t go like⁠⁠⁠ this.”

“Honey!​​⁠ Erina! Open your⁠​​ eyes!”

Erina​ half-opened her eyes,⁠‌ showing a faint​‌ smile.

“Honey‍⁠⁠ I’m okay.”

“Erina!​ What’s wrong? Are​ you hurt?”

“There​​ was a rejection​⁠‍ reaction starting from‍ the terminal nerves.​ It seems the⁠⁠⁠ human brain has⁠⁠‍ something different. But‌ you’ve achieved something⁠⁠ remarkable. With a little more research⁠ Ugh!”

Erina‌‍ gasped for air‌​⁠ and convulsed.

“Honey!​​ Don’t talk! I’ll‍‌​ try to do‍‌​ something! I’ll save​ you, no matter​​⁠ what!”

Alpheas,‍​‍ realizing the irreversibility⁠ of the situation,⁠‌ cursed his own‍‍ intellectual ability. But​⁠ he had no‌⁠‍ choice but to​ say those words.⁠​

Erina‍ slowly shook her‍ head, knowing what⁠ her husband knew.⁠‍⁠

“Honey‌‌ hold my hand.”‌​

Alpheas​ tightly grasped his⁠⁠⁠ wife’s hand. He⁠​​ would have tried‌ anything if there‍‍‍ was even a 1% chance. But⁠ now, all he​​‌ could do was‍ stay by her‍ side.

“Erina,​‍ this can’t be‌ happening. How can‌ this?”

Erina⁠‍ smiled sadly.

“Honey,​‌⁠ I’m sorry.”

“Sorry‌‍ for what? What‍ did you do?”⁠‍

“For⁠ being a fool.”‍‍

Alpheas’s​‌‍ heart tore apart.​ Trying to change​ her, forgetting her‌‍ words that her‍​⁠ mere existence was​⁠ beautiful.

“No‍‌⁠ Why are you⁠‌‍ sorry? What are‍⁠ you sorry for!⁠‌‌ I’m the fool!‍‌ It was me!”‍⁠

“Meeting⁠⁠ you was a blessing.”

Erina‌​ finally understood her‌‍ husband. A wonderful‌ world governed by​ rationality. She was‌​ happy to have‍‍ shared his memories,​‌ even for a short while.

“Honey!⁠⁠⁠ Open your eyes!​⁠ Please I was​‌‍ wrong, honey!”

As⁠‌‌ Erina’s eyes closed,​‍ Alpheas held her⁠ face and wailed.​‌‌

“Uwaaaa!‍​ Honey! Honey!”

Arcane,​‍‌ with a somber‍​ expression, bowed his‌ head. How is‌ the human brain⁠‍⁠ different from animals?​ The tragedy could‍​‌ have been avoided‌⁠ with initial human⁠ experimentation.

But‍‌ it was a meaningless conjecture. Erina’s⁠ only condition for‍‌‌ allowing herself to‍‌ be experimented on​‍‍ was never to‍​ experiment on others.‍⁠

Therefore,‌ the effort was‌‍‌ even more devoted.‌ The data obtained‍‍⁠ so far would‌​ be precious for‍​ humanity.

“I’m⁠‌ sorry. Your sacrifice‍‍ won’t be in⁠ vain.”

A dull thud sounded.‌​​ Turning his head,‍ Arcane saw Alpheas‍⁠ hitting his head​ against the wall.⁠

“Uwaaaa!”​​

With‌​ each collision, the‍‌⁠ sound of breaking⁠‌ echoed. It was​‌ unclear whether the‌ wall or his‍‍​ head was breaking.​

“What?‌ Light of the⁠ Myrhe family? Light?‌⁠ Light!”

Thud!​‍​ Thud! Thud!

Alpheas,‌ repeatedly hitting his⁠​‍ head, bounced back⁠⁠ like a rubber‍ ball. But he‍⁠‌ didn’t stop. The⁠ horror of surviving​⁠‍ alone without his​‌ wife overwhelmed him.‍

“Arrogant‍‍​ Alpheas!”

Alpheas​‍ charged at the​ wall again.

Thud!‍‍​

Klumph​ grabbed Alpheas. Left‍​⁠ alone, he would⁠‌ surely die.

“Alpheas!​​ Snap out of‍⁠‌ it! What are⁠‍⁠ you doing!”

“Let​ go! Dammit! Uwaaaa!”⁠​

Even⁠‍‍ Klumph’s strength struggled⁠ to restrain Alpheas.‍ It seemed he‍‍ was burning his‌⁠‌ soul, rushing toward‌⁠​ death. Eventually, overcome‍‍‍ with shock, his​ eyes rolled back​⁠ and he lost‍‌ consciousness.

“Erina.‌⁠ Erina.”

Klumph‍‍ wept at the⁠​‌ sight of Alpheas‌‌ calling his wife’s⁠‍ name even in‌‍ unconsciousness.

Erina’s​ funeral was held.⁠ Only family members‍ gathered, and Alpheas⁠ was prevented from‍‌‍ attending by relatives.‌‍ Without a formal‍⁠ wedding or descendants,⁠ the couple parted‍ as strangers in⁠ the end.

Alpheas⁠⁠ sat listlessly in‍​ front of the⁠‌ funeral hall. As​ evening fell, he​⁠ got up like⁠​⁠ a man out‍‌⁠ of his mind⁠ and walked somewhere.‍

He​⁠⁠ arrived at Arcane’s‌ dungeon. The equipment‌‌⁠ used for countless⁠⁠ experiments over two‍‍ years remained untouched.‌‍

“Erina.”⁠​

Alpheas⁠‌ carried a can​​⁠ of oil, spreading⁠‍‌ it throughout the‍ lab. Tears flowed‍​ with every splash​‌‌ of oil, reminding‌ him of the​ moments he had​⁠ shared with her,⁠ as vivid as⁠⁠⁠ yesterday.

When⁠​‌ the oil can​ emptied, Alpheas slumped​ against a wall.⁠ Knowledge that should‌‍‍ not exist in‌⁠‍ the world. How​‍ could humans conduct⁠‌ such cruel experiments?‌

“Have⁠ you come, Alpheas?”⁠​‍

Arcane‌‌ entered the lab.​ He knew Alpheas⁠‌⁠ wasn’t invited to⁠‌ the funeral. This‍⁠ place was essentially​‌⁠ Erina’s grave for⁠⁠⁠ him.

“I​ regret what happened‌⁠ to Erina. Take​⁠ some time to‍ recuperate. And then‌‍ come back to…”‌

Arcane​‍​ paused, sensing something‌‌‌ amiss. The smell‍‍ of oil was‌​ too strong for‌‌‌ a mere leak.⁠‍‌

“Alpheas‌ you’re not…?”

Alpheas​‍‍ stood with dark‍⁠ eyes. A single⁠ fire spell would‍​⁠ blow up the‌​ lab.

“No!‍‍‍ What are you‌ doing!”

“Master,​​ we should never‍‍​ have started this.”​‍‍

“Even‌‌ if weakened by‍‍ your wife’s death,‌ no! It’s not⁠​​ true! The experiment​‌ was almost successful!‌​ Have you forgotten‍‌‌ Erina’s legacy? Destroying‌ this place is​​ to ignore her⁠⁠‌ sacrifice!”

“It‍​ doesn’t matter. Without‍⁠ my wife… there’s‍‌ nothing left for‍‌ me.”

“Still,​‍​ you can’t! This⁠​‌ is not only​⁠ yours and Erina’s.​⁠ My life’s knowledge⁠​​ is accumulated here!​‍ You can’t destroy‌ it without my​ permission.”

Alpheas​ cast a flame‌ spell. Arcane absorbed‌​‍ it with dark‍‌ magic, but the‍‌ temperature had already⁠‌​ risen past the‍⁠ ignition point.

Flames⁠​‍ enveloped the room.​

Thousands‌⁠‌ of documents, precision‌‌ magic devices, and​‍ dangerous alchemical materials​​ were transformed.

Alpheas⁠‍ watched the flames‍⁠​ impassively and left‍‍ the dungeon.

But​​ Arcane couldn’t leave.​‌‍ He had to‌‌ extinguish the fire.⁠‍ Even if everything‍ was lost, the‌​⁠ experimental data had​⁠ to be saved.⁠

“No,‍ no!”

Running​‌ through the flames,‌ Arcane tried to‍⁠‌ save the documents.‌ Then, an explosion⁠ occurred as the‌‌‍ fire reached a box of volatile⁠⁠‍ chemicals.

The​ lab was destroyed,​‌‌ and the entire​‌⁠ underground dungeon shook‌ with the impact.‍‍

The‍‌‌ fire, greedily consuming‍ the air, raced⁠ through the tunnels.‌‌

“Uwaaaa!‌​⁠ Alpheas! I won’t‌​ forgive you, Alpheas!”​‌

Arcane‌⁠​ ground his teeth⁠⁠⁠ in anger. Losing⁠‌‌ his life’s work⁠ just before completion​ was more frustrating⁠ and grievous than⁠​⁠ death.

“I‍ will survive… I will survive and⁠ take my revenge.​ Wait for me,‍ Alpheas!”

Even‍‍‍ while being consumed⁠ by flames, Arcane​ seethed with hatred‌⁠​ for Alpheas. Alpheas​ had been arrogant‌‍‌ to the very‍‌ end.

Surviving‍ on the sole⁠‌ thought of revenge,‌‌ Arcane conserved his‌⁠⁠ strength while mobilizing‌‍⁠ his network to‌‍​ scour the continent.‍ However, no one‌⁠ knew of Alpheas’​​ whereabouts.

It⁠⁠ was seven years⁠⁠ later when Alpheas⁠‌⁠ reappeared in the‍‍ world.

He​⁠ was in the​ main house of‍‍ the Orgent family​ in the city⁠‍‍ of Creas.

“Alpheas!⁠‌ Hey, man! What⁠⁠ happened to you?”‌‌⁠

Klumph⁠ stared dumbfoundedly at⁠ Alpheas, who had‍​​ become unrecognizable. His⁠‌‌ once neat appearance⁠ was replaced by​‌ a wild, bearded‍ look. Wearing rags,⁠​ his skin was‌ burnt black.

Klumph‌‍⁠ took Alpheas to​​‌ the bathroom and‌‌ personally washed him.⁠​⁠ Numerous scars were⁠⁠⁠ etched on his⁠⁠ body: wounds from‍ wild beasts, torture,⁠‌​ and clear self-inflicted‌ ones.

“Were‍‌​ you wandering around‍‌ looking for a place to die?”​‌⁠

Alpheas,​⁠ with his wet‌ hair covering his​‌ face, remained silent.⁠‍‌ After a long⁠ while, he finally⁠​ spoke.

“I‌ didn’t particularly want‌ to die. Nor​‌‌ did I want⁠‌‌ to live. I just wandered aimlessly.”‍⁠

“Right”‌⁠

“I‌ heard the news.​‍ You became an​​ official inspector. Congratulations.”⁠‌

“Congrats⁠⁠ between us? I’m‍​ the latest of‌ our peers, man.”​⁠‌

Klumph‌‍​ awkwardly responded. The‌ achievement felt less‍ impressive, knowing what‍‌ his friend had⁠‍ gone through.

“Sorry.​ I had nowhere‍ else to go.​‌‍ I need to‍ impose on you‍‌ for a while.”​⁠‍

Klumph⁠ sadly gazed at‌​ Alpheas’ emaciated back.⁠

How‌‍​ had he come‌‍⁠ to this?

Once‌ hailed as a rising star of⁠ the magical world,‍⁠ Alpheas was now‍ a vagrant, shunned‍⁠ even by his‍ own family.

After​​‍ the bath, Klumph‌ had the maids⁠‍‌ prepare a meal.‍‍⁠ But Alpheas could​‌‍ hardly eat, his⁠ stomach having shrunk‍‌ too much.

Klumph‍‍ knew it wasn’t⁠ just because Alpheas⁠ had nowhere else‍​ to go.

Taking⁠ Alpheas to the‌‌​ study, Klumph poured​‌​ him a drink.​​ Alpheas didn’t even⁠ look at the‍‍‌ alcohol but briefly⁠‌ flashed the same‍ sharp gaze he​​‍ had seven years​ ago.

“Talk‌⁠ to me. You’ve‍‌​ ended your wanderings,‍ so you must⁠ have plans. You‌⁠​ need to get​ back on your‍⁠ feet. I’ll help⁠ you.”

Alpheas​​​ bluntly said.

“Lend‌‍‌ me 100 million⁠ gold.”

“100‍‍ million gold?”

An⁠‌‌ astronomical sum.

Klumph,‌ having passed the‍​‍ official exam, was⁠ in line to‌ succeed as family​ head. But even‍⁠‌ as head, there​ were limits to‍‌‌ what he could⁠‌‌ lend.

“Not‌‍ at once. I’ll​‍ withdraw it over​ four years. Hire‌⁠ a financial advisor.‌​ With a monthly⁠ limit of 7 million, it should​‍‌ be manageable without‍‌ significant impact. I’ll‌⁠ pay interest too.‌‌‌ But no compound⁠ interest. Set the‌⁠⁠ annual rate at‍​ 20%. I can‌ start repaying the⁠​ principal after a year.”

While​ the lender usually⁠‌ sets the terms,‌‍⁠ Klumph didn’t mind.​‌⁠ He knew Alpheas‌‍ would have optimized​ the deal before‌‍ even arriving.

Effectively,‌‌⁠ it meant earning‌‍‍ 80 million gold​⁠​ in profits over‌ four years, besides‌⁠ the principal. Klumph​ was more curious‌‌​ about how Alpheas⁠‌‍ planned to achieve‌‌‍ this.

“What’s‍‌⁠ the plan? Developed‌ a new spell​⁠‌ or something?”

Alpheas‍⁠ shook his head.⁠⁠‌

“I’ve‍ lost all passion.”⁠

“Then​ what will you​ do with 100‍‌ million gold?”

“I’m‍​ going to build⁠​‍ a school.”

“A‍ school?”

Klumph’s​ eyes widened. Alpheas,‌‌⁠ who always considered​ himself the best,​ was planning to​‌ teach others.

“What‌ are you thinking?”​‌​

Seeing​‌ tears on Alpheas’‌‌ cheeks, Klumph couldn’t‍ finish his sentence.‌

“I⁠‍ mustn’t let another‍ like me arise.​‌‍ I’ll teach students,‌ atoning until my‍ last breath. Ensuring‍ no one’s talent‌‌ gets trampled by​⁠ a moment’s mistake,‌‌​ I’ll live devouring⁠‍‍ my pain.”

Alpheas⁠‍‍ covered his face⁠ with his hands,‍​‍ sobbing uncontrollably, yet‍ unable to stop‌ the tears.

Klumph’s‌ eyes reddened too.⁠⁠⁠

Erina‌‍​ Bastadd. Alpheas would‌‌ probably never forget​‍‌ her. He might​‌⁠ suffer for a lifetime.

But‍‍ that made the‌ decision easier.

If‌‌ Alpheas’ pain could‌‌‍ transform into someone’s‍⁠‌ growth, if that‍‍ could truly happen,⁠ then this friend,‍‌ who once dreamed​ of success and‌​ happiness, might smile‍‍ again someday.

“I’ll‌⁠ lend it. 100‍ million gold.”

Alpheas​ named the school​ after himself in‍ Creas City. He‌⁠ worked as a mage during construction,‌ paying off the‌ interest, and studied‌⁠‍ at night to‍‍ get a teaching​‍​ certificate.

Four‌‌ years later.

Alpheas,​⁠‌ the headmaster of‍⁠ the Alpheas Magic​⁠​ Academy, repaid 180​ million gold to‍​ the Orgent family.‍

As⁠‌‌ the effects of​ Abyss Nova completely‌⁠‍ faded, Alpheas slowly‌⁠ opened his eyes.‌‌​ With all memories​ returned, he remained​⁠ silent for a long time. The‌‌‍ 40 years he​ had relived were‌⁠ so lengthy and​⁠‍ burdensome.

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