Infinite Mage (Novel) Chapter 156


Amy realized that Freeman was more tactical than she had anticipated.

The mastery of Schema, Compound Eye, and the 3% anti-magic, he had neutralized even her sniping.

It was a way to conduct one's battle at any distance - near, middle, and long.

“Were you hiding there?”

Freeman flew into the air with this gun loaded with magic projectiles in hand. The process of conquering the distance by stepping on trees was so quick that it was abrupt.

The ensuing battle was a cat-and-mouse chase.

Amy continued to attempt sniping, but it was far from hitting Freeman. No matter how much she backed up with her Red Eyes, somehow a 3% error would occur.

Approaching up to medium range, she could fight to some extent, but ultimately, it was no different than entering Freeman's turf.

'There's no other way.'

Amy did not give up and stuck to sniping. But Freeman, who didn't even need to dodge, was almost yawning.

Whatever method she devised, it didn’t matter. The snipe wouldn't hit, and if she approached, he would avoid it with his Compound Eye.

“I heard that there is a limit to a mage’s mental power….”

In the early stages of the battle, a mage who didn’t need to replace bullets had the advantage, but as time passed, the upper hand would inevitably tilt towards the gunman.

As the speed of the Flame Strike became slower than before, Freeman began to move in earnest to capture his prey.

Amy no longer had the mental power left to cast magic. Her head felt like it was bleaching. No omnipotent was clinging to her omniscience anymore.

"Haa. Haa."

But Amy mustered up every ounce of her mental strength. And finally, she cast the last Flame Strike.

Freeman calmly observed the rushing magic. As a gunner, who is an expert in ballistics, he had already realized that the impact point was slightly off. (탄도 전문가인 거너답게 이미 타격 지점이 미세하게 벗어나 있다는 사실을 깨닫고 있었다.)

Freeman raised both guns and placed his index finger on the trigger. His opponent couldn’t even maintain flight magic anymore. Now, it was alright to think of her as just an ordinary girl.


At that moment, a strong impact struck Freeman's temples. For the first time, emotion appeared on his face.

Question and wonder.

Clearly, the Flame Strike had deviated 10 meters from the impact point. But how could the impact come to him?

His thoughts went only that far. Freeman, who had been hit in a vital point, crashed onto the ground with a thud. Flames began to rise on his face, which had sprawled out in a large letter.


Amy, who was struggling to cling to a tree and come down to the ground, finally couldn't hold on and sat down.

Her fatigue was tremendous. Her mental state was more exhausted than a normal person who had been working without sleep for four days.

However, her mood wasn't that bad since her gamble-like adventure had succeeded.

"Heok! Heok! I did it. I won.”

In Amy's last attack, the range of the sniper mode was actually not even 100 meters.

If Freeman had not come close, the Flame Strike would have disappeared before it even reached the target.

However, Freeman had charged, and that was his downfall. What Amy tried with her remaining mental power, giving up a whole 200 meters, was a deviate type on all sides.

She changed the trajectory into a zone that held only Flame Strike and hit Freeman.

In this way, the attack cannot be avoided with 3% anti-magic.

If she had been throwing stones until now, this time it was like grabbing it with her hand and hitting directly.

“Anyway, I’m glad I won. If I had died, I would have been so embarrassed that I wouldn’t have been able to go to heaven.”

There was no time to even recover her energy, as her friends were in the midst of battle. Amy hobbled with her waist hunched as she took difficult steps towards the cliff.

* * *

Freeman's face was burning, but he did not even let out a groan.

From the moment his consciousness returned due to the pain from the burns, there was only one thought in his mind.

'I have to go to Marcia.'

Although Amy's flames were constantly burning his skin, Freeman's body was also repairing its cells at a comparable rate.

At the crossroads of pain and relief, neither living nor dead, Freeman thought of the childhood days with Marsha.

"Ah? It’s Freeman. Scaredy-cat Freeman.”

“Eight-like eyebrows Freeman! Are you going to cry soon? Just cry!”

Freeman was always the butt of the joke. Because he was a coward.

Of course, no one is born a coward. He thought that his severely slanted eyebrows were the culprit of everything.

“Sto- Stop it. It hurts.”

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