Infinite Mage [Remake]-Chapter 170: The Reversal of the Law (Part 7)

The Whirlwind Serpent split its shadow into dozens of strands to attack Shirone.

Surrounded by the tendrils flying in from all directions, Shirone was defenseless.

At that moment, the laser scattered into multiple beams.

The strategy of dispersing energy to destroy each target individually was an excellent choice. But the damage per second inevitably decreased.

Shadow tendrils thicker than a giant's thigh closed in on Shirone.

The onlookers screamed. It felt like Shirone's body would be torn to pieces at any moment.

One tendril couldn't withstand the energy buildup and exploded. Then, all the tendrils exploded simultaneously.

The chain reaction of explosions pushed into the serpent's main body.

The Whirlwind Serpent extended new tentacles, but now Shirone knew something: reaching an energy saturation state was faster than the time it took for the tentacles to reach him.

Because Shirone's energy was dispersed, the Whirlwind Serpent's durability had no choice but to disperse as well.

The ensuing battle was an exchange of light and darkness.

Like two fleets floating on the sea, keeping their distance, and exchanging relentless bombardments, dozens of tentacles left afterimages each time Shirone's flashes followed and exploded them.

The tempo of attack and defense was so fast that the movement of shadows couldn't be followed with the naked eye.

Shirone relied on 70% of his senses through the Spirit Zone's synesthesia and fired lasers.

There were dozens of firing points, and the hyper-dimensional lines of light dominated the space.

Now, it was a matter of who would tire first.

Shirone sensed defeat. He wanted to cry from the tension, but his mind, immersed in battle, didn't even allow him to change his expression.

As Shirone's mind grew faint, the Whirlwind Serpent let out a roar. It, too, was giving it's all.

Thinking that, Shirone felt a sense of kinship.

The Whirlwind Serpent thrashed as if sensing death, but there was no space left in the shadows to absorb energy.

The laser's energy shook the entirety of the Whirlwind Serpent.

A fierce explosion occurred, blowing away its body, and fragments of shadow scattered.

The gradually thinning laser disappeared like droplets in front of Shirone.

The people watched the situation unfold without moving a muscle.

Shirone, holding back the urge to collapse immediately, glared at the Whirlwind Serpent's avatar.

As the light disappeared from the salamander's body, it returned to the same white jade material as before. Then, as if its saturation faded, it disappeared as if assimilated into the air.

Tess: "Is... is it dead?"

No one could answer Tess's question.

A creature that had lived here for a whopping 10,000 years had been analyzed by countless believers and heretics, but death was an unknown realm. No believer had ever driven the Whirlwind Serpent to the brink, let alone killed it.

Rian stirred the spot where the salamander had been with his sword.

Guardrak examined the crevices of the valley. The light spirit, having regained its strength, was reviving into a condensed light.

Guardrak: "It's definitely dead. No, at least it's not here anymore."

Only then did Shirone sit down. The others watched him in stunned silence.

The humans of the earth had erased the law.

Kanya and Rena, Guardrak and Clove, they all knew what this outcome meant.

That boy is dangerous.

The law exists because it cannot be destroyed. Only the will of the gods can change it. Shirone had invaded the inviolable realm that allowed no change to any being.

Kanya: "What... what are you? What is that magic? How did you learn such magic?"

The group remained silent.

In truth, even they didn't know. The principles of magic were the same, but Shirone's magic was impossible to imitate.

The unique magic created from divine particles had its pros and cons.

The laser had the potential to subdue strong enemies, but it was difficult to be effective against fast-moving targets. The timing was crucial for the light burst, and the photon cannon consumed a significant amount of mental energy for a basic spell.

But Shirone compensated for the weaknesses with light scattering, indestructible durability, and infinite mental energy drawn from the Immortal Function.

Now, Shirone was in a unique position that couldn't be classified as any particular type of mage.

Canis realized why the magic society called Unlockers "unique."

It wasn't just about opening the Immortal Function. It was about how harmoniously one could balance their unique battery.

In that sense, Shirone was becoming unique.

Clove looked at Shirone with mixed feelings.

Thanks to him, they had survived, so he didn't want to harbor bad feelings, but the problem was what would happen if Shirone entered the society of the Noor.

They must never be dominated by the Mojin.

But since they couldn't subdue him with strength, the only option was to break his spirit from the start.

Clove: "Don't show off with just that. If the master hadn't been injured, we could have escaped easily enough. It's dangerous to recklessly remove the law even for heretics. Since the Whirlwind Serpent is gone, a new law will be created, and we can no longer guide you here. This time, it was dangerous, so we had no choice, but from now on, you should be careful with your actions."

Shirone wasn't listening. He was staring intently at something that had fallen from the sky.

It was a gem, transparent and glowing like a droplet.

Clove: "Hey! Can't you hear me? Are you ignoring me?"

Only then did Shirone turn his head. He pointed to the three gems that had fallen in front of him and asked.

Shirone: "Hey, what are these? They seem to have fallen when the Whirlwind Serpent exploded."

Clove: "Huh? This, this...!"

Clove's eyes widened as he discovered the gems.

They were White Elixirs.

He first encountered the White Elixir in the "Noor's Shop" in the mainland, a massive community.

At the time, they were auctioning off a droplet spirit, expected to fetch the highest price in the market, and an independent Noor group had won the bid with 23 White Elixirs.

Unlike water spirits, droplet spirits were hard to obtain. While seas and rivers were stationary and often gave birth to spirits, droplets weren't consistently created.

Yet, magically, they were weaker than water spirits.

However, contracting with a droplet spirit could make one's skin smooth, prevent aging, and even grant slight healing abilities, making them popular among women.

At the time, he had heard that the value of a droplet spirit was around 4,600 Red Elixirs or 670 Green Elixirs.

An item that required hunting about 7,000 horned demons to obtain was worth only 23 Elixirs.

Clove: "White! White Elixirs!"

Clove leapt like a flying squirrel and reached out.

Just as he was about to grab the Elixirs, Shirone scraped the ground and snatched them.

Clove, feeling the sorrow of the collapsing earth, turned his head with a grimace.

Of course, since Shirone had caught them, they were Shirone's. But it's human nature to covet what others have, and it wasn't easy to give up.

Especially since Shirone didn't even know the value of the White Elixirs.

Clove: "Ahem, why are you looking at me like that? I just wanted to take a look."

Shirone: "What are these?"

Clove: "Just... nothing special. They're Elixirs, used by heretics to trade goods. To determine their value, I'd need to take a closer look. Can I see them for a moment?"

Shirone: "Sure, here."

Shirone readily handed over the Elixirs. Clove, fearing a change of heart, quickly snatched them.

Kanya, understanding the situation, approached with fire in her eyes.

Kanya: "Hey! Why are you taking those? Even heretics have their own rules. Don't you know that the hunter gets the Elixirs?"

Clove: "What, what did I do? And we hunted together."

Kanya: "What did you do? The only one here qualified to have the Elixirs is Shirone. Give them back."

Clove: "Tch! You were fighting earlier, and now you're acting all friendly? In front of Elixirs, it seems like there's no difference between Mojin and believers. You just want to get some crumbs, don't you?"

Kanya: "Funny! Believers don't need Elixirs! And Shirone, if you're going to live with the Noor, you should know this! Elixirs are food, water, air, and life. Especially White Elixirs, they're incredibly valuable! You shouldn't just hand them over."

Shirone: "It's fine. He just wanted to take a look."

Kanya: "What if he runs away? What will you do then?"

Shirone leaned back and placed his hand on the ground.

Shirone: "Haha! How could he run away?"

Kanya: "How could he run away? Of course..."

Kanya blinked as she spoke.

Come to think of it, what could someone with no strength do after snatching a White Elixir?

Shirone's friends, standing behind him, were also watching Guardrak's every move. But they showed no signs of tension.

They knew that if Shirone wanted, he could subdue Clove in less than a second.

Clove, having reached the same conclusion, looked visibly flustered. His judgment had been clouded by greed. At least he hadn't revealed his true intentions, which was fortunate.

Guardrak looked at him with pity and said.

Guardrak: "Clove, give them back. That's not something you can manage."

Clove, his face red, handed over the Elixirs.

Clove: "I just wanted to take a look. Here, I've seen enough."

Shirone took the Elixirs. He tossed them in his palm, watching them reflect the sunlight, and asked Guardrak.

Shirone: "So, what are these used for? You called them Elixirs, right?"

Guardrak checked how much the light spirit had recovered. Given the rapidly increasing intensity of the light, they could depart in about five minutes.

Guardrak: "To survive in Purgatory, human strength alone isn't enough. The environment is barren, and food is scarce. Some places are plagued by disease, while others have eternal sulfur fires that burn the air, making it impossible to breathe. Elixirs are what allow humans to live in such conditions. There are five colors, but none are superior. Each color is essential. However, they are graded based on rarity. White Elixirs are the second rarest. Thanks to their regenerative and purifying properties, they are indispensable in devices that create air or medicines that heal wounds."

Shirone: "I see. Can I buy something with these?"

Guardrak: "Of course. There are merchants at the Noor's Sanctuary where we're heading, so you can buy what you want. But for something like a White Elixir, you should go to the Noor's Shop. It's the most active market in the mainland."

Shirone had a question.

The three Elixirs were obtained from the Whirlwind Serpent.

But if such items were traded so casually, it meant someone was hunting creatures similar to the Whirlwind Serpent.

Hearing Shirone's question, Guardrak nodded readily.

Guardrak: "Purgatory is vast. Immeasurably vast. The Noor have built an independent society, but there have been countless communities before them. The place we're heading is just the closest to Heaven. Beyond that, we dare not venture. White Elixirs come from beyond that boundary. From those who can travel much farther than us."

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Thinking it would be good if there were many merchants at the Noor's Sanctuary, Shirone kept the Elixirs close.

Just like in the original world, if you can't trade goods, gold is just another mineral. No matter how precious White Elixirs are, unless you're settling in Purgatory, it's better to buy what you need immediately.

As people gathered in the valley's crevices, Guardrak grasped the light spirit. His body glowed as the ancient magic, Elaiser, activated, and a white radiance spread through the valley's crevices.

The edges of the scattered light weakened like blades, revealing the original landscape.

The sound of a lonely wind seeped into the place where people had disappeared.