This is not an arrogant statement, but a conviction as clear as the truth, obtained after repeated verification.
All living beings capable of sensing the existence of magic will have a vague perception of their own existence.
Among them, monks, especially those who have reached a higher level, have a clearer and more persistent perception of this certainty than others.
Even the most insane madman or the most depraved mage cannot misjudge the boundary between reality and illusion. Illusion and prophecy spells, in particular, can only be fully executed when one is certain that what one sees and hears is not the reality of the present moment.
For all living beings, magic is the source that sustains everything.
Even if it was initially a mysterious power of unknown origin, it has now become as essential as air and water. No matter how rare and unusable it may be, it has long been integrated into our blood and life, and cannot be easily separated from us.
“I am well aware of that.”
Yao nodded, placed the books that had been piled up behind him on the table, and raised his hand to indicate: "So I also tried to find the reason."
Each book before you, regardless of its thickness, is a record that once belonged to someone and remained in the world.
Doubts welled up in my mind, but I suppressed them and followed her directions, quickly skimming through the end of each book.
[Phil, female, 16 years old. Died in a massacre on October 16th, 638 AD, in Changjiu Village, an adjoining village of Qingyuan City.]
[Duman, male, 56 years old. Died in a massacre on October 16, 638 (Gregorian calendar), in Changjiu Village, an adjoining village of Qingyuan City.]
Martha, female, 42 years old. On October 15, 638 AD, in the snowy city, she died in a fire caused by a candle.
Charlie, male, 9 years old. On October 15th, 638 AD, he died of hunger and cold in a port city attached to the Frozen Snow City.
[Gorden, male, 27 years old. On October 13th, 638 AD, he died in the wilderness of Pis City, dismembered by a monster.]
[Rena, female, 31 years old. On October 19, 638 AD, she died from accidentally falling into the water at Mermaid Harbor.]
This is the end called death.
On the standalone page, as if imitating existing forms of communication, the deep black lead type records the final ending of the story that once belonged to this person.
I stopped flipping through the pages.
Reading further would only reveal an endless catalog of death, lives cherished by others condensed into thin pages, so light you could barely feel their weight in your hand—even a shed feather from a bird might feel heavier. But now, with just a gentle turn of the page, reading the words recorded within, a life that once truly existed slips through your fingers, vanishing without a trace, as if you had never witnessed it.
"These all happened just two weeks ago, and each one clearly lists the cause of death, right?"
A flat, monotone voice came from across the way. The elegantly dressed lady turned her head to look out the window at the warm spring day, her lips pressed together without a tremor: "That is [absolute death], the last lingering echo of life in the world."
"Although it is unclear what the specific principles of Her Majesty's authority are, it is only natural that each book records everything that ordinary people encounter in their lives."
"From birth to death, nothing is overlooked."
She then took out another familiar book from behind her, but I hadn't checked it, and pushed it across the table towards me: "But, Master of the Box Garden, this one is different."
As the slender fingertips moved, the book was turned to the last page. The words recorded there stopped at an awkward halfway point. It was a confused thought in the gap between dreams, a reflection on what to do next and what was about to be accomplished.
Whatever his ultimate goal, a final result will be revealed tomorrow.
The book was torn in half, with no more content or summary. It was a page that had been ripped off, its once pristine pages now stained with blood-red ink, and the remaining pages had been roughly torn from bottom to top, leaving only rough, uneven marks.
I couldn't help but frown: "Could there be some external force affecting the books in the library?"
"Based on the information currently available, shielding and soundproofing barriers that can block out external perception are effective. You should know this, and it has been verified."
Yao's attitude remained unhurried: "Then, there's the matter of judging illusions. Neither the records of events nor the Book of the Heart of the person involved can accurately distinguish them. In other words, the former is due to the lack of information from the witnesses, while the latter is precisely because the real entity and the illusion are mistaken for the same entity, which leads to the inability to distinguish them."
"And now, the newly added regulations."
She extended a finger and tapped the table lightly, her voice deliberately lowered, as if afraid that her words might inadvertently attract something irresistible.
"The existence of the abyss, due to its characteristics, greatly isolates all information from being transmitted outward."
The most basic attributes of the abyss are exclusivity and corrosiveness, which cannot be understood even with a little thought.
I tried to add further analysis based on this: "In other words, when an entity delves into the abyss, or lingers near a region permeated with the power of the abyss, all information about him cannot be gleaned from inside the library, right?"
“Unless you, Master of the Little Garden, are willing to voluntarily lower the location of the Little Garden and descend to a place close to the abyss, otherwise… I think so.”
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