PSI said, walking toward them for a greater look...
"the shadow dive they do is kinda similar to my inventory. Whenever they dive into a shadow they have a time limit based on how many of them are in one shadow. The greater the number, the greater the time limit will be. But if they can't get out of the shadow.
My inventory won't allow living things inside, so in order not to let them roam inside my inventory it will seal the shadow... What will happen when they reach the time limit...
'Force transfer.' Of course, they will be forced to transfer into another shadow, basically by teleporting them out.
But what if there is no shadow open near the area limit... They all will fall into the deep unknown vacuum space...
Consider them all dead.
That's half of you dead now. Only eleven or twelve thousand of you are left. Give it all you got..."
The Light Goblin leader leaned forward, his luminous eyes fixed on PSI with an unnervingly dead stare.
"How do you do such a thing?" he whispered, his voice humming with restrained energy. "You're… cunning. What else do you have in your sleeve?"
The Shadow Goblin leader lay sprawled nearby, a pool of living darkness against the broken ground. He chuckled, a sound like gravel shifting in the void.
"It's not just cunning," he drawled. "It's more than that. He understands his enemies. He matches their level… only to reveal he was always their superior. But you're right, he is smart." The shadowy form shifted, a smirk forming in the gloom. "The real flavor here… is that he never underestimates his opponents. He doesn't see an obstacle that will trip him. He sees a mountain he must climb. That is the essence of this creature. Damned human!"
The Light Goblin leader, with a bit of a relaxed gesture, said,
"when there is no shadow there is greater light. When there is greater shadow there is always greater light. Doesn't that mean... That you storing all the shadow from here doesn't mean the light is getting weaker... That's why light magic never had weakness..."
PSI laughed so aggressively. He couldn't hold it, going insane, and said,
"have you never heard of a mirror before."
All of them were confused...
He then shouted with a laugh, following his aggressively spoken words,
"your weakness is a fucking beauty salon."
The light goblins all grouped—hundreds—came gushing in with their attacks. PSI fired the mega-large light bulbs he stored a while ago.
The light bulbs, with astonishing speed, broke through the air and attacked the goblins' mega-large light bulbs.
His thrown light bulbs didn't explode nor bounce back; they were just absorbed, like a cup of water joining the beach...
PSI noticed that the light can't be destroyed. But he noticed that they were having a little hard time controlling it, and it was unifying into one mega-large light bulb larger than the others.
'It's always obvious... That there is a limit for everything. And I guess the light can't explode unless it's out of control. So when they use it to attack, all they have to do is release their control over it. And eventually throw it in my direction with its max speed while releasing control. Not bad... But why not give them some more light bulbs.'
PSI thought again,
"even I'm bored of doing this shit but can't say no..."
He then opened his inventory doors...
All of them were projected toward the light bulbs. The goblins couldn't move it fast unless they lost control over it. It was still a weight over their heads.
PSI clicked his fingers... The sound of his gentle finger click echoed.
The doors just poured sea water over the lights. It's obvious that the water would pass through and splash on the ground.
Knowing that, PSI poured it all.
The waterfalls all shined, reflecting and deflecting the light bulbs. The amount of light kept increasing and decreasing across the light bulbs.
It seemed like a nightclub with streaming light all over the place...
Dimming more and more as it reflected from one another and deflected. It was spraying light sparkles all over the place.
Soon after, among the dim lights flashing everywhere, one of the goblin's bodies exploded. PSI already caught the fact that light magic is the opposite of shadow magic, although opposites attract each other.
The concept was definitely clear. Shadow magic allows the user to dive into it. Here, it's the exact opposite—the light is the one diving into the goblins. That's why they glow even in the day.
But there is always a limit to how much can dive in, in response to how many can dive into the shadow.
That's why unknowingly, the lights reflecting from one light bulb to another caused unbalanced amounts of light, leading to explosions, which usually would be sent directly back to the user to be stored in.
The higher the amount of light, the higher the chance of the magician's explosion. He kept pouring the water from the doors here and there...
Everyone noticed they couldn't do anything anymore, and some who were exceptionally talented, yet stayed behind the fighting soldiers, threw the explosions.
The explosions were sent at almost sound speed. PSI didn't move or react like he was in danger. He opened his doors, circling him, and poured water all around.
He continued doing it. The light bulbs all diffracted and streamed throughout the ground from all directions. But it didn't end there—it exploded the rest of the goblins holding mega-large light bulbs.
PSI would have been in danger if he ran, not knowing it would stream almost everywhere.
He then adjusted the door size and created straight waterfalls, knowing the direction of reflected light would change.
The talented light goblins stayed behind the ones who had mega-large light bulbs left, but one of them turned around and saw a punch right in front of his neck.
PSI ran with his fully recovered ultimate speed, reached the goblins, and began beating the shit out of them.
He punched the first goblin. Then he turned around and gave the second one an uppercut, backing backward.
He stopped, ran in a circle, and attacked with a mid-air punch. In that moment, so many lights were shot at him. But he flipped backward, landing on the ground.
As soon as he landed, a series of lights were shot at him, but he used his speed and flipped back into a mid-air punch.
The light explosion passed under his legs and created a cinematic moment right after he landed his punch, completely busting the goblin's head into pieces...
The lights exploded right behind him, making him a spotlight for a cinematic movie. He dashed forward and continued punching through them.
No one dared to explode a single light—not even a sparkle—because they would all explode. But they agreed that if they could take him with them, why not?
Everyone clung to PSI, circling him, not giving him space to even breathe.
Instead of shooting one attack, why not explode ourselves... was the only thought.
Without even knowing what they were doing, they exploded themselves while holding onto PSI—thousands of them...