Genius Prismatic Mage Chapter 240

#240. Elements of Creation (1)

The lake, from which the water had completely evaporated, resembled a giant basin.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Busy footsteps ran down the slope toward the center of the basin.

It was Ray who used strengthening magic.

‘Hmm, the mana in the ring feels somewhat softer.’

Ray, who absentmindedly checked the ring, noticed a surprising fact.

The number of rings had increased.

From the original three to four.

When on earth did that happen?

During the battle, I was too busy controlling my running wild mana, and after the battle, I was so excited and elated that I had no time to look after myself.

I don’t know the exact completion date, but it was a welcome development.

Because today’s fierce fighting has made us more aware of the need for greater force.

‘If a clone created by manipulating mana had such great destructive power.’

I wonder how strong of a wizard the doctor himself is.

5 circles? 6 circles?

Although the odds are extremely slim, there is a possibility that he is a 7th Circle wizard who has never existed in history.

Judging by the reaction, the Doctor was definitely the Red Guardian, and had been orbiting the point of mana for an unfathomable amount of time for a normal human.

as soon as.

‘From ancient times to the present.’

As I was running and thinking, I arrived at the center of the basin before I knew it.

Only now that the water in the lake had disappeared could the boy feel his heart pounding against the stone slab.

I wondered if the large amount of mana dissolved in the lake was what made the stone tablet undetectable.

A stone slab about two meters high.

The old letters, engraved in relief, were filled with grayish mana that had hardened.

Woof──!

When the gray mana was melted, the hidden purple mana was revealed.

‘As expected, it is the writing engraved by the purple guardian.’

The woman in the purple robe arranged the stone tablets and murals in various locations.

The labyrinth of the World Tree, the underground of the ruins.

And the lakebed where it is now.

To deliver a message to a certain person, avoiding the eyes of the Red Guardian.

“Protect me. Be sure to tell that person who will return someday.”

… and tried to convey it to the blue jewel through the first blue.

‘He who will return someday.’

Considering the content of the mural and the muttering of the purple guardian, it was assumed to be a figure called Rainbow.

A person who breathed color into a world where only black and white existed.

He left behind small balls of light at his feet, then dissolved into multi-colored beams of light and shot out into the world, disappearing.

‘That guy must be a rainbow.’

Ray was satisfied with his sharp and clear reasoning skills.

But that was it.

There was nothing more to be found out.

The figure presumed to be a rainbow never appeared in any more murals after that.

What kind of person is he?

What kind of race was it?

Are you an emotional person?

If we meet, can we be friends?

Will he be taller than me?

If we fight, will I win?

Where have you been and what have you been doing that you haven’t come back yet?

“… … .”

At that moment, the tips of my fingers felt rough.

Ray woke up from his reverie and found himself unconsciously touching the stone tablet.

I opened my eyes wide and stared at the densely engraved old letters.

The message was conveyed.

[The origin of the world is light. By His gesture, the world sheds its imperfect shell and becomes complete. He creates light and creates what is lacking in this world.]

To summarize the long story, it was a method of making the elements of creation.

Fortunately, there were no dizzying situations where it was cut off at important parts.

‘What if we combine all the elements that exist in the world?’

Ray felt deeply confused in another sense.

This was because the recipe for the element of destruction that Curiossa had taught us was exactly the same as the one in question.

I examined every nook and cranny of the stone tablet to see if I had missed anything, but nothing further was recorded.

‘If you combine all the elements, you get an element of destruction, right?’

A question mark appeared above Ray’s head as he was gathering mana by color while waiting.

The combined colors were not getting darker, but were getting brighter.

What the heck, why is it like this?

Obviously, the more you mix, the darker and muddy the color should become, and black should appear.

But the color that is appearing now is rather… closer to white, the exact opposite.

‘I see. The spirits are playing with the mana in the air.’

Ray, impressed by his own powers of reasoning, turned his head quickly and looked above the basin.

Philip was wagging his orange tail with an innocent look on his face.

‘Isn’t it?’

Ray, who had returned his head to its original position, was lost in thought, trying to protect his common sense and values.

It was normal for colors to become darker and turn black as they were mixed.

That was as much an unchanging truth of the world as the fact that Veronica slept in a lot, and it was something she always confirmed when mixing paints while painting.

But why do the colors mix to become white instead of black?

‘Because of the environment? Is there anything special about the mana here compared to the mana on the ground other than its quality?’

Ray looked around and noticed something.

The island’s mana was glowing.

It wasn’t as bright as the mana of a jewel, but it was enough to be recognizable if you looked closely.

On the other hand, the mana on the ground had been wandering the world for a long time and gave off a very faded impression.

There wasn’t a single speck of light to be found there.

The words that Greene had said when teaching me how to use a prism flashed through my mind.

“When you gather all the colors of light, you get white. This is the exact opposite of what we intuition says.”

“White light contains all the colors of light that exist. A prism is a tool that splits and displays the colors contained in white light. Ray, are you listening? This is an interesting story that you will regret not missing.”

“The colors of objects we see are actually just a part of the reflected light. Ray, that’s jerky I bought with my own money, so don’t touch it. Do you want to fight?”

A moment of reminiscing about past conversations.

An epiphany struck the boy’s mind like a bolt from the blue.

The mana of the island was purified over an unimaginably long period of time through the breathing of the plants.

That’s what I thought.

Perhaps purification is the process of polishing and polishing weakened mana to restore lost light.

It’s like removing the rust from a corroded sword and reforging it.

“Phew.”

Ray gathered the mana in the air by color and carefully combined them in the right proportions.

Strengthen, weaken, block, regenerate.

Absorb, amplify, sustain, control… … .

At first, it was just chaos.

Because countless elements each have their own unique relationships and generate strong attractive and repulsive forces.

But soon the elements began to entangle themselves in gentle gestures under the boy’s guidance.

By a law that cannot exist in reality.

Ignoring conventional wisdom and concepts.

It was a sight that would astonish even the most famous magician in the world.

Gulp.

Sweat poured down like rain from my forehead, cheeks, and nape.

Ray was currently demonstrating unprecedented concentration, and he knew that if he lost his mind even a little, his work would go down the drain.

But there was no tension.

Rather, only a sense of curiosity was stirred.

It felt like only I and Mana existed in the world.

And so time passed.

When at last a brilliant white sphere appeared above the boy’s hand.

[What the heck is that…?]

[I feel a tremendous energy.]

Before I knew it, hundreds of spirits had come and surrounded me.

Lacria, who appeared in the meantime, crawled on the floor and approached Ray.

It had shrunk to the size of a palm, as if it had used up all of its charged mana.

“You came back and fought with us too.”

The Larkria wrapped around Ray’s arm was absorbed into yellow mana.

It was quite a remarkable sight, but the spirits’ gaze was fixed solely on the white sphere of light in Ray’s hand.

Philip approached cautiously, lowering his posture and asking.

“Ray, what on earth is that?”

“… … .”

Ray looked down at his hands.

The sphere emitting a brilliant white light was a contrast to the black element of destruction where no light or shade existed.

…it was different from the lump of white mana usually used in healing magic.

“The elements of creation.”

“The element of creation… you mean?”

“The power to manifest things beyond magic into reality. The most powerful element in the world, capable of creating anything you can imagine or desire.”

If the information in Blue’s vague memory is correct, then that was it.

Ray looked among the spirits, who were feeling an instinctive sense of awe and overwhelming presence.

A bear who received the message approached and carefully put Blue down from his back.

Philip said worriedly.

“Krung…! Blue Horn’s breathing seems much faster than before. If this continues, won’t the core really break…!”

Ray stared at the mass of blue mana next to Blue’s heart.

It looked like a blue egg, but it had countless cracks on its surface.

─Sigh.

… Also, the crack was growing in real time, and the blue energy contained inside was seen leaking out through the gap.

‘I think that’s the spirit’s true nature.’

According to Blue’s memories, the spirit’s core was made up of a kind of life energy called jinki and a shell that protected it.

The reason why spirits disappear when the core is destroyed is because the true energy, which has no place to go, disperses into the atmosphere.

In other words.

‘You can’t die. If only there was a vessel to hold the true energy again.’

Ray said, gathering his thoughts.

“I will create a new core with the elements of creation. I plan to transfer the energy that flowed out when the existing core was broken into the newly created core.”

“Krung…? That’s impossible. I also have a general idea about the core, which can be called the heart of our spirits. The core of a spirit is only created during the first moment of becoming a spirit, and a new core cannot be created through any other means.”

“You’ll never know until you try it.”

Ray closed his eyes.

The spirits stopped talking when they realized that work had begun, and tension and silence filled the area.

‘… … .’

What unfolded before the boy’s closed eyes was a pitch-black canvas.

I thought back to what the Blue core I had seen earlier looked like.

An oval-shaped sphere the size of a fist.

A smooth yet dull feeling….

The boy, with the image fixed, began to draw on black drawing paper with a white pencil.

────.

The white mass of light in my hand changed its shape in real time.

The spirits simply held their breath at the strange phenomenon they had witnessed for the first time in their lives.

While drawing, Ray suddenly had this thought.

‘The shape of the nucleus, isn’t it better in terms of efficiency?’

We used our imagination to modify the shape of the nucleus.

The shell should be a little firmer… The shape should be a little more elongated, like a baguette… This way, it’s better in terms of mana utilization.

Ray opened his eyes one last time to see the nuke colored.

────.

Above the hand, an oval-shaped light appeared, changing from white to blue.

White light, which contains all colors of light.

It was found that all colors of light except blue light had their presence diminished in the white light.

Crackle! Crackle!

At that moment, Blue’s core began to split and fall apart.

Ray quickly thrust the new core into Blue’s chest.

Dismissed!

Blue’s core was completely destroyed and scattered into mana. It was a precarious timing.

The blue energy contained inside came out and floated around, then was sucked into the new core.

Woof───!

A core that emits a vivid blue light.

And how much time passed?

Wiggle.

Blue’s body moved.

Blue, who had been trembling slightly, opened his eyes and slowly got up from his seat.

He looked around with a hazy gaze as if trying to figure out the situation.

[My memory… Where did all the water in the lake go?]

He looked at Ray and asked.

The boy answered with his eyes.

Oh, that.

I evaporated everything.