All Jobs and Classes! I Just Wanted One Skill, Not Them All!

Chapter 248

The light flickered over wet stone as the group crept closer. Tiny streams ran along the walls, feeding into narrow cracks that vanished beneath their boots. The further they walked, the louder the sound of flowing water became.

Ludger stopped at the edge of the downward slope, crouching to touch the ground. The stone was slick, cool, and faintly vibrating. “It’s deeper than I thought,” he murmured. “The whole structure’s still saturated. You can feel the pressure below.”

Arslan nodded grimly. “Which means whatever’s down there hasn’t drained like the upper zone.”

That made sense. The first zone had dried out once they cleared the channels and built the siphon system. But this… this felt different.

Lucius scanned the darkness ahead. “We’ll need more light runes to proceed safely. And if that water’s connected to the sea…”

“It might not be,” Ludger interrupted, still staring down into the abyss. “Listen to it.”

Everyone paused. The water below didn’t sound like surf or tide. It was contained, circulating, echoing in an unnatural rhythm.

Ludger frowned, deep in thought. “If the water isn’t coming from the sea, then it’s not flooding from above. It’s coming from below.”

Lucius turned to him. “Below?”

“Yeah.” Ludger stood, brushing his gloves. “If this labyrinth’s second zone is flooded from the inside, then something’s feeding it. The first zone drained fast after we cleared the channels, but the water didn’t kept coming back..”

A brief silence followed. The implication settled on them like cold mist.

Arslan finally broke it, his voice low. “So there’s a source. A spring… or something worse.”

Ludger nodded. “Whatever it is, it’s not natural. That kind of flow has to be controlled.”

Kharnek grinned, hefting his axe onto his shoulder. “Then we go down and see who’s doing the controlling.”

Lucius sighed but didn’t argue. “We’ll mark this point as the border. Tomorrow, we will descend. For now, we will report and regroup.”

Ludger took one last look into the dark, where the faint glimmer of reflected light danced on unseen water below.

The sound echoed upward again, slow, heavy, patient. Whatever waited beneath wasn’t just a deeper level.  It was something alive.

As soon as they stepped out of the labyrinth and into the open air, the entire group seemed to breathe again. The sun was already dipping toward the horizon, painting the sea in shades of orange and steel blue, but no one was thinking about rest yet.

They gathered near the field camp where maps, spare materials, and rune plates were spread out on long stone tables. Lucius unrolled a fresh sheet of parchment and pinned it down with a dagger. “Alright,” he said, tone sharp and focused. “If the second zone is as deep and flooded as it seems, we’ll need to drain it before we even think about fighting there.”

Ludger crossed his arms. “Agreed. If the water’s rising from below, it’ll just refill what we clear unless we redirect it. We’ll need a second channel to connect to the first one and another pump system to pull the flow out continuously.”

Rathen nodded, already sketching rough outlines beside Lucius’s notes. “Two systems working in tandem, one for pull, one for flow regulation. It’ll take time, but it’s doable.”

Before anyone could say more, Gaius stepped forward. His weathered cloak still carried a faint trace of sea salt, and his tone was calm but resolute. “That’s a job for me,” he said simply. “At least the channel part.”

Everyone turned toward him. He knelt beside the map and tapped the area near the labyrinth’s entrance. “You’ll need solid geomancy for this, not just shaping. The lower we dig, the more pressure we’ll be dealing with. The channel needs reinforcement from the start or it’ll collapse under its own weight. My earth creation will do the trick.”

Lucius nodded immediately. “If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

Ludger gave a faint smile. “I’ll handle the pump design, then. The Ironhand engineers already know the structure, we’ll build off the first one.”

Kharnek grinned. “Ha! You two are turning this place into a workshop.”

No one disagreed. As discussions picked up around them, measurements, resource lists, labor assignments, there was a moment of quiet that passed through a few of the older soldiers. They exchanged glances, some hesitant, others respectful.

Someone whispered, “You think he’ll actually go down there again?”

Another answered softly, “He already did once. That’s more than anyone expected of him.”

Everyone knows the story Gaius Stonefist, the legendary geomancer who’d lost his wife and daughter in a labyrinth years ago. He practically had sworn never to step into one again, not even for coin or glory. When he agreed to help build the bridge, it had been because he owed Ludger and he was his friend.

But now he was volunteering to carve into the labyrinth’s depths.

Arslan gave him a solemn nod. “You don’t have to push yourself, old friend.”

Gaius’s reply was steady. “If I don’t, someone else will. And I’d rather make sure it’s done right.”

That was that. No one argued. Lucius looked around the gathered group, Lionsguard, Ironhand, northerners, all standing shoulder to shoulder, and gave a decisive nod. “Then it’s settled. Gaius handles the channel. Ludger and the Ironhand build the new pump. Once it’s stable, we clear the second zone.”

The plan was set, but the mood was heavier now. The sound of waves against the rocks filled the silence that followed, carrying the weight of everything they’d seen below.

Ludger glanced toward Gaius, who was already pacing along the shore, examining the rock layers with his hand pressed to the ground.

For all his calm, there was something grim in the old man’s eyes. He wasn’t just shaping stone this time, he was confronting ghosts.

It was late in the afternoon when Gaius called for Ludger. The rest of the camp was busy—Ironhand engineers hauling materials, soldiers marking terrain lines, Lucius and Rathen arguing over drainage flow rates. No one paid attention as the old geomancer motioned for Ludger to follow him a little farther down the shore, near the jagged rocks where the waves hit in rhythmic bursts.

When Ludger approached, Gaius didn’t speak right away. He glanced around first, making sure no one was within earshot, then lowered his voice. “I think I know what’s flooding the labyrinth,” he said quietly.

Ludger frowned. “You found a source?”

Gaius shook his head. “Not a spring. Not a crack in the rock. It’s not physical at all.”

“Then what is it?” Ludger asked.

Gaius’s gaze hardened. “It’s mana.”

That made Ludger pause. “…Mana?”

“Exactly.” Gaius leaned against one of the boulders, voice low and deliberate. “You’ve seen it yourself, mana can mimic almost anything. It’s the foundation of creation in this world. Under the right density and conditions, it can become anything: heat, light, even matter. And in that labyrinth…” He nodded toward the dark opening in the cliffside. “…it’s turning into water.”

Ludger’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re saying the flooding isn’t from outside. It’s being generated inside the labyrinth.”

“Right,” Gaius said. “It’s a conversion process. Probably tied to the core, if the labyrinth’s central node has a strong enough mana field, it can shape ambient mana into any element it needs. Usually, that keeps its ecosystem alive. But in this one? It’s leaking. The mana’s condensing into water and flooding upward through the tunnels.”

Ludger stared at the ground for a moment, thinking. “That explains why the first siphon’s still working.”

Gaius nodded grimly. “Aye. Even when no one’s down there, it still pulls water now and then, right?”

“Yeah,” Ludger said. “I noticed that. I thought it was just residual pressure.”

“Not pressure,” Gaius said. “Generation. The labyrinth’s still making the water. Slowly, steadily. Every drop you drain gets replaced by fresh mana turning liquid. It’s a cycle that’ll keep going until we find the source and cut it off.”

Ludger’s frown deepened. “So the second zone’s water isn’t just natural. It's mana-rich.”

“Exactly,” Gaius said, crossing his arms. “Which means it’s not just flooding. it’s feeding from something. Constructs, defenses, maybe even the core itself.”

The younger geomancer went quiet, eyes focused on the horizon. He remembered the snowstorms in the north, the way his own mana field had altered the weather near the frost labyrinth, the subtle shift in temperature when his power saturated the terrain. He’d done something similar once, unintentionally.

Now he understood exactly what Gaius was saying.

“If mana can make water,” Ludger murmured, “then draining it won’t stop anything. The source has to be disrupted.”

“Correct,” Gaius said. “You can’t fight a flood like this with shovels and pumps forever. We’ll need to find the conversion point, the heart of it. Until then, we’re just buying time.”

Ludger exhaled slowly, mind already running through possibilities. “Then tomorrow,” he said, “we start mapping the second zone for mana flow. I’ll find it.”

Gaius stayed quiet for a while after that, staring out at the waves as if searching for the right words. The sea wind whipped against his cloak, carrying salt and the distant roar of surf crashing against stone.

Then he spoke again, lower this time, almost like he was thinking aloud. “It might not be that simple, boy.”

Ludger turned toward him, frowning slightly. “What do you mean?”

Gaius ran a hand through his graying beard. “You’ve heard the stories, haven’t you? About how some labyrinths… don’t really end?”

Ludger nodded. “Yeah. My father told me once. Said that at the deepest parts, some of them connect to lands that don’t belong to this world, places that look and feel different, like stepping into another realm entirely.”

Gaius gave a grim smile. “Then he wasn’t wrong. I’ve seen fragments of that myself. Some labyrinths lead into places of reality that don’t obey our laws, different skies, different mana density, even different rules for life. Most people think it’s just fantasy.”

“But you don’t,” Ludger said.

“No,” Gaius replied simply. “Because if that’s true, and this labyrinth is connected to another land, then what we’re seeing here isn’t a normal overflow.”

He knelt down and picked up a handful of wet sand, letting it drip through his fingers. “Mana doesn’t just appear from nothing. It moves. It flows. If this labyrinth is acting as a bridge to another land, then the mana flooding in here might be coming from there. A place overflowing with more energy than that world can handle.”

Ludger’s eyes narrowed. “Meaning the labyrinth’s pulling mana from the other side.”

“Exactly.” Gaius wiped his hand on his cloak. “And if that’s the case… It can't be stopped. You can’t drain something that’s constantly being refilled from another world. You could cut channels, set pumps, drain every drop from now until you die, it wouldn’t matter. The source would keep pushing more through.”

He looked up, the hard truth reflected in his tired eyes. “Trying to fight that would be like trying to fight the entire ocean. You could move a few waves, but the tide will drown you eventually.”

Ludger didn’t respond right away. His gaze drifted toward the entrance of the labyrinth, the faint blue glow still shimmering inside the stone passage like a heartbeat.

“If the mana’s coming from another world,” he murmured, “then it’s not just water we’re dealing with. It’s pressure, an imbalance between two realities.”

“Exactly,” Gaius said. “And the longer that imbalance continues, the more the labyrinth will try to stabilize itself. That’s when things start mutating. Monsters, terrain, even the laws of mana around it.”

Ludger’s expression hardened. “Then we’ll have to go deeper.”

Gaius sighed. “That’s what I was afraid you’d say.”

“Someone has to find out what’s on the other side,” Ludger said simply.

The old geomancer looked at him for a long moment, seeing not just a boy, but something far older in the calm, unflinching eyes staring back.

Then he nodded. “Aye. But if we’re going to fight the ocean,” he said quietly, “then we’d better learn how to breathe underwater first.”

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