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Infinite Mage Chapter 99: To Infinity (2)

Chapter 99: To Infinity (2)

“Foolish…​ really foolish…!”

She⁠‌‌ had come to‍⁠ him first, offered⁠⁠ him a coffee,‍‌‌ but then harshly​​ shook off his‌‌ hand and left.​ Trying to ignore⁠⁠‌ the scenes filled​‍ with regret, Amy⁠‌ tightly closed her⁠‍⁠ eyes. And then​⁠ she screamed with​ all her might.‌​

“Shirone!”⁠​

Shirone⁠‌ smiled. It was⁠​ a relief that​‌​ Amy had regained⁠⁠ her memory. At​​ least, in his‍ final moments, he​‌‌ could leave as‍‌​ a Shirone remembered‍​ by someone.

“Thank​​ you, Amy.”

Shirone’s‌‌ tears fell on​ Amy’s cheeks.

‘Why‍ are you crying,‌ Shirone?’

Amy​ felt anxious. Something‌‍ was wrong. Then,‍ the moment she⁠ saw the will‌ to live fading‍​ from Shirone’s eyes,‍‍‌ she realized.

“Shirone!​‌ No!”

“I’m⁠‍‌ sorry. I couldn’t⁠​‌ keep the promise.”⁠‍⁠

Embracing⁠⁠ Amy, Shirone fully‍⁠‍ opened the Immortal‍⁠⁠ Function. His consciousness​​⁠ expanded infinitely, and‍​‌ his self began‍​ to dissolve like‌‌ a substance in​‍ water.

‘Goodbye⁠ to all…’

Father,‌⁠⁠ mother, the members⁠⁠‌ of the Ogent​ family, friends at​‌‍ the academy. Having‌⁠⁠ received the love‍‌​ of many, Shirone​ could smile. A massive light filled‍​‌ the area beneath‌​‌ the cliff. The​⁠‌ falling students, along⁠ with Yiruki, Nade,​⁠ and Thadd, were‌‍ engulfed in the​​ radiance.

The​​⁠ next moment, a huge flash of‌‍ light soared upwards.⁠⁠‍

It⁠⁠ was a Mass‌​ Teleport, moving as‍‍ many as 400‍‌ people at once.‍​‌

‘Ah,​‌ I see.’

Lying​​‌ on the ground,‍ Viltor Arcane watched‍ the flash of‌‍ light rising above⁠‌ the cliff split‍​ into dozens of‍​ streams. Only in‌​ his final moment‌ did he become‌ certain. Where he‌⁠ had been and‍​ what a magnificent‍‍⁠ life he had‌​‌ lived.

‘It‍‍⁠ was a playground‍​ worth playing in​ all my life,‍​ wasn’t it, Alpheas?’‌

Thus,‌ the legendary archmage​ Viltor Arcane left‌ the world.

“Master?”‌

In‌​‍ front of Arcane’s‌ corpse, Canis was​⁠ stunned. Wasn’t he⁠‌ a disciple after⁠⁠​ all? But Arcane​⁠ left without leaving​‌‌ any last words,​‍⁠ having done only⁠ what he wanted​ until the end.​

“Was‌‌ it really nothing?‌ Were we just‌ tools?”

Canis​ rushed to Arcane⁠ and shook him.‍​

“Wake​⁠ up! How can‌ this happen! It‍⁠‍ would be better‍​ if I died!‌​ Why do you⁠​ leave me alone!”​

Arin‌​ approached Canis with‌‍ sad eyes. Reflected‍‌ in the twilight,​​ his figure was​⁠⁠ made of murky​‍‍ liquid. The shape​‌‍ kept spreading like⁠‍​ a liquid and⁠‌ rising again in​⁠ human form.

“No,​​⁠ Canis. It’s not‌⁠‌ your fault. He​‍ used us. Hes‍​ a villain.”

“Hahaha,‍ how is he⁠‌‌ not? You’re only‌‌‌ realizing it now.”⁠‍‌

Harvest‌ spoke in a hoarse voice.

“Yes,⁠⁠ Canis. It’s all⁠​‍ because of you.‍‍ Arcane, me, and‌⁠‌ eventually Arin will‍⁠ die too.”

Arin,​ glaring at Harvest,​⁠⁠ hurriedly turned to⁠ Canis. Shocked, his​​ figure collapsed and‍​⁠ melted into a sticky liquid on‌⁠ the ground.

“Why?‍​‌ What did I do? Because I survived in Radum?​‍‍ Because I’m a jinx?”

“Because‍‌​ you’re weak.”

Harvest’s​ conclusion was simple.​‍‍

“How​ long will you⁠ live just hoping⁠ for others’ recognition?​⁠​ There is no⁠​​ such thing as​​⁠ ‘should live like‌ this’ or ‘should⁠​ die like this.’​ Arcane lived his‍ life his way.”⁠‍‌

Arcane⁠‌⁠ lost his life‌ upholding his belief​​‌ in evil. Harvest⁠ chose self-destruction to‌ fulfill his contract‍‌ as a magical⁠ biobeing.

‘What‌‌​ was I trying‌‍ to die for?’‌‍

He​⁠ found nothing. He‍‍⁠ was nothing but⁠‍⁠ a blind colt,‍​‌ prancing around. His‍​ life was nothing‌‍‍ but an empty⁠‌⁠ shell.

“Like‍‌⁠ the master…”

“Yes,‍‌​ and like that⁠​ boy.”

In⁠ the midst of​‍​ the sprawled 400‌​ students, Shirone lay​ fallen. He had​ said he wouldn’t‌‌ hurt anyone. And‍ he kept his​​‌ belief to the‌ end.

Canis​‌ approached Harvest to‍‌ check his condition.​‌

“How‍ are you feeling?”‍‍

“What⁠​‌ does it matter?‌‌‍ I’ll die anyway.‍ I can’t live‌ without parasitizing a life.”

Arin‌⁠ spoke.

“You​ can make a master-servant contract with​‌ me. Canis won’t⁠‌⁠ last with his‍ depleted mental strength.”⁠​​

Harvest‌‍ shook his head.​​

“Sorry,⁠ but I can’t.”‍⁠⁠

“What?​‌ Why? You’ll just⁠ disappear like this!”​‍‌

“My​ master is Canis.”​⁠⁠

Harvest’s⁠⁠ words pierced Canis’s​‌ heart. It was​‌ time for him⁠ to raise the⁠ banner of his‌ own belief. Could​ he really endure​ it? If he‌‍ made a mistake,‍‍ they both might‍‍ lose their lives.‍

“Harvest.‌​ I accept you‍ as a subordinate.⁠‌⁠ But I will‍‌ not forgive a second betrayal.”

“Hahaha.‌ Understood, my master.”‍‌⁠

“Canis!‍‍ It’s too dangerous!‍‌ If something goes‍ wrong!”

Arin⁠ stopped speaking. The‌‌ shape of Canis,‍‌​ made of liquid,‍‍ was hardening as⁠‍⁠ mud seeped into​ it. Would he‍⁠​ one day acquire​‍‌ an unwavering heart,‌‍​ like the one‌ she had seen⁠​‍ in Shirone during​ her first awakening?​⁠

Canis⁠ reached out his‌‌‍ hand to Harvest.​​‍ As the Contract⁠‍⁠ of Subjugation proceeded,‍ the little life⁠⁠ force he had‍​​ left began to‌‌ be drained by⁠ Harvest. His consciousness⁠ fading into darkness,‌ Canis’s eyes slowly​ closed.

Standing​‍⁠ apart from Canis’s⁠‍ group, Alpheas stood⁠ solemnly. Though he​‌⁠ had managed to⁠‌‍ save the students‍⁠ by the skin‌⁠‌ of his teeth,​‍​ the loss was⁠ too great.

“Headmaster.”‌‍‌

Ethella⁠‌​ shared the same‍ sentiment. From today‍⁠‌ onwards, there would​​ be significant changes​ in the magic‌‌ academy. The students,​‍‌ having regained their‌‌‍ memories, would fall​⁠ into chaos, and​‍ the mistake Alpheas⁠​ made 40 years⁠ ago would resurface.‌‌

“Ethella,‍⁠ I am a sinner.”

“Don’t​ be too hard‌⁠ on yourself. If‍⁠ a life where⁠‍ even mistakes aren’t‌​‌ allowed exists, then​​ the very existence​‍ of humanity is‌ a sin.”

Alpheas⁠ shook his head.⁠⁠‌ Everyone makes mistakes,‍‌‌ but with every⁠​‌ action comes responsibility.⁠‍ Like Arcane, he⁠‌​ had no intention​ of running away.⁠

“The‍‌​ person who elevated‍⁠ dark magic to‍ the ranks of⁠ great magic. Harvest​⁠ could be said‍‍⁠ to be an​ innovation in the⁠ field of memory​​‌ transference. Abyss Nova‍‌​ will be registered⁠ as a standard‍‍‍ magic in the‍ Magic Association.”

In‍​‌ front of Arcane’s‍​‌ corpse, Alpheas clasped‌​​ his hands and‍‌​ mourned the death.‌‍‌

“Archmage⁠‍​ Arcane, always a boy at heart.⁠‌ The path of​ magic you walked​ will be passed​​ down to future‍‌ generations.”

Alpheas,‍⁠⁠ having opened his‌‌ eyes, seemed unburdened.⁠⁠ Ethella, on the⁠​ other hand, still‍​​ looked worried. This‍ was an incident‍⁠‌ where the entire​‍ academy’s lives were⁠ threatened, not something‌ that could be⁠‌ settled within the‌ academy.

“Headmaster,⁠​​ what do you⁠‍ plan to do​‌ now?”

“What‌‌ else can I say? I am⁠ also waiting for‌ my fate. The⁠ issue of punishment​‌ should be left‌‍ to the experts,‍ but perhaps we‌‍ should celebrate today’s⁠⁠⁠ heroes instead?”

Alpheas​ looked around for‌​‍ Shirone. The more‌‌ he saw him,‍⁠ the more he​⁠‌ realized the boy⁠‌‌ had a knack‌‍ for surprising people.​‌ Even he couldn’t⁠‌⁠ confidently say if‍‍​ he could teleport⁠​⁠ 400 people simultaneously.‍​‌

“Somebody‍⁠‍ please help!”

Amy‍‍ was sobbing near⁠ where Shirone had‍‌⁠ collapsed.

Alpheas‌⁠ and Ethella hurried​ over, sensing the⁠ seriousness of the​‍‍ situation. From afar,​‍⁠ Yiruki and Nade⁠‌⁠ were running towards‍​​ them.

But‌‍ before they arrived,‌ Amy shouted first.⁠⁠

“Shirone​​​ isn’t breathing!”

Shirone‌​ expanded massively and‌​ also became fainter.‍ He was permeating‍‍⁠ everything, having even‍⁠ forgotten his worldly‍​ attachments. Then, a powerful force pulled‍​ him to a single point. If‍⁠ there is something⁠ beyond life for‍ humans, this event​ could be aptly⁠ named the hijacking​ of the soul.‌

“Ugh!​​ Ugh!”

Shirone’s‍⁠ consciousness reassembled, recalling⁠‍ memories from before​‌ he tried the⁠​ Immortal Function. Trembling​⁠⁠ briefly with the⁠‌ fear of death,⁠​ he took ragged‌ breaths and checked‍ his condition. Except‌⁠‌ for being unclothed,​​‍ there seemed to​‍ be no abnormalities.⁠

“Where‍‌‍ is this?”

It⁠​‌ was a space​ filled with white.⁠‌⁠ In this monochromatic‌‍ landscape that stretched‌ infinitely, it was‍⁠​ impossible to sense‍ distance. He tried​⁠⁠ moving slowly, but‌ couldn’t feel any⁠ progress.

‘It’s​⁠ very strange. It’s⁠ as if all​‌‌ my senses are​ paralyzed.’

Shirone‍‌‌ had a sudden​ unique thought. As⁠⁠ an experiment, he‍⁠ slowly bent his⁠⁠‍ knees and then‍​ stepped forward as⁠⁠ if climbing stairs.​ Surprisingly, his body‍‌‌ rose.

“Huh?”⁠⁠‍

Shirone⁠‌‍ kept climbing the​‍ endless stairs. Pausing‌​⁠ to look around,‍ he was at‍‌ a loss for‌‌​ words.

“……”⁠​

He‍‌​ didn’t feel like​ he had ascended​ high. No matter‌ where he moved,‍​⁠ the landscape remained‌ the same white⁠‍⁠ scene.

“There⁠ is no distance.”‍

If​​ it cannot be‌ measured, then space⁠‍‌ does not exist.⁠ To test his​⁠ hypothesis, Shirone then‌ tried descending. His‍‍ assumption was correct.⁠‍‍ No matter where‌‌ he moved, it​‍ was as if⁠ he hadn’t moved​​ at all.

When⁠ he was about‌‌‌ to give up⁠​​ on moving further,​⁠⁠ a woman’s voice​‍ was heard.

“Impressive.‌​‌ To grasp the​‍‍ meaning of space.⁠ You indeed deserve‌​ to be here.”‍

Shirone⁠‌‌ did not turn⁠ around. In this​⁠​ place, the concept‌⁠⁠ of direction did​​⁠ not exist.

“Who​ are you? Am‍‌‍ I dead?”

A beautiful woman emerged⁠⁠ from the white‍ landscape. As the⁠⁠⁠ feeling of distance​ emerged, the scenery‌​ rapidly changed. An​⁠‍ enormous temple, like‌‍‌ nothing he had⁠‌‍ seen before, loomed​ over him.

“Wow…”⁠‍

The​ scale was unimaginable.⁠‍​ Even ancient temples‌ were not this‌‌‍ big. Hundreds of‍⁠⁠ pillars supported the​ ceiling, each about​‌ 2 kilometers high.‍⁠

“Where‌⁠​ is this exactly…”‌‌⁠

“Welcome,⁠ Shirone. I’ve been⁠ waiting for you.”‌

The​​ woman, with aquamarine‍‍ hair flowing down​‍ to her ankles,‍​ was the most‍ beautiful woman Shirone‌ had ever seen.‍⁠‍ It wasn’t about‍‌ her looks. It​‍ was about the⁠ value of her⁠ existence. Like a man in love‍ thinks his lover⁠ is the most⁠ beautiful in the‍ world, her value⁠ here was absolute.‌​

“Oops!”​‌

Shirone‌‍ quickly covered himself,⁠‌⁠ realizing he was‍​​ completely naked.

“Hehe.‌‌ There’s no need‌ to be shy.‍ This is not​ your world. Your‍ body still remains⁠​⁠ in the original​⁠ world.”

With‌‌‍ a wave of⁠ her hand, clothes‍ were instantly on‍ Shirone. He gazed​‌‍ at himself dumbfounded,⁠‍​ then gave up​‍ trying to make⁠ sense of it.​‍‍ One question came​​‌ to mind.

“Is‌ this the afterlife?”​‍

“No.‌ It’s not the‍​ afterlife. Its just​‌‌ a different spot‍ from where you‍ lived.”

Shirone​ was puzzled. A spot is a 1-dimensional space without⁠ space. A spot⁠‌ moves to become​ a line, a line moves to⁠‌ become a plane,​ and a plane⁠⁠‍ moves to finally‍‍‍ create a 3-dimensional‌‌​ space.

“Could‍‌ it be…?”

He​ recalled the white​‍​ space he had‌​ been in before.​‌

“Correct.​ That’s the spot.​ It’s not that‌‍ there’s no space,⁠ but that it’s‌⁠ infinitely compressed.”

If‍​‌ what she said‌‍ was true, it⁠ made sense that⁠ he couldn’t feel‌‍ distance. But even‍‌⁠ trapped in 1-dimension,​‌ his body was⁠ 3-dimensional. If he​​ could measure the‍ distance between his​ right and left​​ arms, doesn’t space⁠‍‍ exist?

“Aha.‌ So, a 3-dimensional⁠ space is within​​‍ 1-dimension.”

“Exactly.‌ Your insight is⁠‍‌ remarkable. That’s the‌ essence of space-time.⁠‌⁠ No matter how‍​ vast a world,​​‍ from afar it’s​​ just a dot.⁠⁠ Conversely, even the⁠ smallest dot can‌ unfold into an⁠⁠ infinite world when⁠​⁠ you enter it.”⁠

Shirone‍​‌ finally felt at⁠‌‍ ease. If logical⁠‍⁠ conversation was possible,​‌⁠ even if it⁠‌​ was the afterlife,⁠⁠ there was no‍ need to fear.​​‍

“Then⁠ who are you?”​​

The‍⁠⁠ woman laughed innocently.‌‍​ It felt eerie,‍ but to Shirone,⁠‌​ even that was‌​‍ beautiful. She was⁠ the most valuable⁠ existence here.

“I‍‍​ am a god.”‍​​

The⁠⁠ magic academy was​ in a state‍‌ of chaos.

It​⁠​ took a full‍ 8 hours just⁠⁠​ to gather Arcane’s‌​‍ body and send‍ the students back‌⁠‌ to their dormitories.‍​

The​ students were still‌⁠⁠ blocked from their⁠‍⁠ memories, lying in​⁠ their rooms. The‍⁠​ teaching staff regaining⁠ their memories would‌‍ speed up the​⁠​ process, but the‌‍​ turmoil that would⁠⁠ arise when all‍ the students awoke⁠ was a headache.​‍⁠

To⁠ make matters worse,‍ Canis and Arin,‍⁠‌ the suspects in‌‍ the incident, had⁠ disappeared, leaving only⁠ Nade, Yiruki, and​ Amy to care⁠‌​ for Shirone, who‍ had been moved⁠‍ to the infirmary.​‍

In‍ truth, “caring” was​ not the right‌‍ word. Shirone was​⁠ not breathing, and‌ his heart had​​ stopped. But no⁠​ one dared to​‍ utter the word​‍ “death.”

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