Chapter 185 Access
Gods...
This is not the first time I've heard this word from someone else.
The World Tree, mistaken for a creation of the gods; the Archmage, mistaken for an incarnation of the gods; the object of worship claimed by the Star Cult; the Sword Saint in the legend of salvation, confirmed to have the possibility of revering the gods and possessing a holy sword with reverent inscriptions; the swordsman who claims that even if the gods exist, he will still choose to draw his sword and strike them to prove his strength...
And this book of heartfelt words.
I do not believe that the records in the book are random fabrications.
Having repeatedly consulted the categorized books in the [Book of Everything] to review information, I have already verified the authenticity of the recorded content from another perspective.
However... it's also possible that this is simply a matter of everyone wanting a spiritual anchor, and thus randomly choosing an object of faith.
However, the excessive similarity makes it difficult for me to ignore the connection between them.
If my memory serves me correctly, at the end of the 665th cycle, even though I successfully reached the very end, the sword demon, exhausted in body and mind, once let out a miserable sigh in his heart.
He prayed to the god who had given him the endless cycle of reincarnation, for the possibility of escaping from the miniature garden filled with misfortune and calamity.
Then he jumped, once again embarking on the beginning of tragedy, bringing heavy misfortune upon himself and everything around him.
So, is this the starting point of his tragedy?
I tried to rub the fake book with my fingers, attempting to erase the words, but because of the transparent screen in between, I could never actually touch them.
It's as if those words weren't written from human experience, but rather were the outward manifestation of destiny that prophetic sorcerers pursued throughout their lives.
I eventually gave up on such a foolish move.
When I get back there, if I have some free time, I need to double-check it.
However, even if that's what I say, how exactly do I reopen that world contained within the halo?
Thinking alone is futile, and all the means available have already been used. After eliminating the possibility of finding a spoiler light bulb, it seems that there is only one option left.
Exiting the "Book of All Things," I turned my gaze back to the icon marked "Tartarus."
Unlike the pure white library building, this icon uses black and red as the background color, simply outlining the shape of cracked earth and rising sun.
However, unlike the common understanding that the sun symbolizes life and vitality, which occupies most of the background, it is a deep black silhouette, as if a door to an abyss has been opened in the sky. The cracks on the ground are like the chapped skin of a wounded person, with glaring red veins slowly flowing. After gazing at it for a long time, one can even feel that such a desolate and silent tragic scene being imprinted in the mind.
The image of someone falling backward from a pile of corpses flashed through my mind for a moment, then quickly disappeared.
Shaking my head to dispel distracting thoughts, I clicked on it.
The sudden burst of low, somber music startled me.
After quickly closing it, he nervously looked around, thankfully there wasn't much unexpected noise coming from the nearby tents. Only Hikari hummed slightly, as if she had dreamt of something unsettling. After gently patting the girl's back to soothe her, her slightly furrowed brows relaxed.
"That scared me to death."
I sighed softly, turning the somewhat unfamiliar device in my hand over to examine it: "How can this thing suddenly make a sound... Oh right, I think my mentor was using this to watch some TV series back then... Never mind."
I turned the screen back on and easily opened the interface that was no longer making any noise. After a brief loading process, I opened that interface again... wait, why isn't it a pixelated character anymore?
Somewhat astonished, I stared at the scene that appeared exactly like my real view. I tried lifting it up and turning it around, then laying it flat and lifting it up again. To my surprise, it could actually adjust its field of view flexibly with my movements.
It's a pity that we can't capture what we see in our peripheral vision in the frame as well.
I tested it again and confirmed that the position of this view cannot be changed for the time being, seemingly because... the owner of this view is currently in a state where he cannot move?
A beige cardigan, a white shirt, and black trousers... Okay, no need to confirm anymore, this should be my fictional body.
The surroundings were somewhat unfamiliar, but the overall layout was familiar; it must be in one of the empty rooms in the library. The overhead lights were off; instead, a small, soft-light desk lamp was placed nearby, and next to it was a bowl of simple food that had long since gone cold—it looked like a combination of thin porridge and orange juice.
That fake body couldn't eat, and I originally wanted to laugh at the person who had prepared the food, but then I thought about it and couldn't laugh anymore.
On the night we successfully dealt with the liger, Sheng and I dissected and collected usable materials from the giant beast's corpse lying nearby, while also bickering with the sword demon who had come looking for trouble in a fit of rage.
Then, at that very moment, a sudden attack came in an instant, knocking all three of us down at the same time. After leaving behind an extremely arrogant statement, it then vanished into the distance with our spoils.
The voice was hoarse and deep. Although it was not very familiar, it carried a strange feeling as if I had heard it somewhere before, like the dust after a fire has burned out. Even though there are no longer any sparks, the black smoke that lingers above still sticks around and quietly spreads an uncomfortable feeling of attachment.
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