Infinite Mage (Novel) Chapter 162


“I don't know anymore. What kind of person is noona? Why is everything a lie? What can you gain by deceiving people like this?”

“Why should I tell you? You’re just trying to use me! If it's really for me, leave like this! Then I will trust you! Huh? I'm telling you! So just go!"

“Just tell me what's real!”

Shirone's outcry made Marsha's shoulders flinch.

“Don't just say it hurts, tell me where and how it hurts! That’s how I'll decide whether to leave or not! Because you paint the world with all kinds of lies like this....”

Approaching Marsha closely, Shirone raised his fist and shouted..

"I can't see how sick noona are!"

At that moment, a strong shout was heard from behind.

“Marsha! Nooooo!”

Amy and Tess looked back. Freeman, with his eyes turned upside down, was charging toward Shirone at great speed.

"No way! I was definitely hit him in the face.”

Amy was startled as if she had seen a ghost. Surviving the impact of Flame Strike was one thing, but coming back to life with a burnt face was another.

“Who’s letting him pass......!”

The moment Tess stepped forward to block the way, Freeman jumped up. With his incredible jumping power, he leap over Tess' height, drew his gun, and flew at Shirone.

Rian turned and swung his straight sword at Freeman. Despite the pain as if his muscles were tearing apart, if he let Freeman go, all their efforts would be in vain.


Without exception, the Slow Magic caught Freeman. It was self-evident that Rian's sword would slice him in two.

But he did not back down. He had to protect Marsha. He had to keep Marsha away from Shirone at all costs.

At that moment, Rian and Freeman stopped moving with equally shocked expressions. Rian's sword could not cut down Freeman, and Freeman could not reach Shirone.

This is because Shirone, who was sensing the situation behind the scenes, suddenly released his Slow Magic.

The advantage of time magic was that the same effect could be expected in both on and off modes.

Meanwhile, Shirone's fist had been swirling in a giant trajectory.

Marsha could only watch. The fist of the cruel boy, coming to shatter everything she had, was approaching.

Shirone's fist thrashed Marsha's face. Her head jerked back as if struck by a massive impact, and she slumped down on the spot as if she had been in a huge shock.

“Ma- Marsha.”

Freeman's face turned pale. Marsha too seemed unable to accept reality. Staring blankly at the ground, she looked as if she were already dead.

Shirone realized his magic had returned. Meanwhile, Marsha's mind was devoid of any magic.


Freeman approached with a pained expression. The subordinates who had returned using the space movement magic circle appeared at the back of the building. But no one dared to approach..

Marsha has collapsed. They knew what it meant.

“Are you okay?”

Freeman's voice as he asked Marsha was subdued. His jaw twitched so much that one could see him clenching his teeth.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Marsha forced a smile. Does one become detached in the face of an unchangeable truth?

Although smiling, her emotions seemed largely evaporated. It was as if the soul had escaped and only the shell remained.

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