episode_0082

Library of Transcendence.

This is an archive where all the printed books I have read so far are stored in book form. Naturally, I tended to spend time re-reading the books I had read here. This is because no matter how long you spend here, time does not pass in real life.

The way I came here was through dreaming, so more accurately, I would say that only as much time has passed as I was asleep.

Anyway, it was a great place to spend some leisurely time.

“Haha! It’s been a while! Author!”

“Ah, yes.”

Except that the alchemist occasionally comes by to chat.

Fortunately, the alchemist and I had a pretty good conversational tone.

The topic of conversation was mainly about the work I had plagiarized or ‘transcendence’. In particular, in the case of the alchemist, I was able to converse more comfortably because he didn’t have any questions about my ‘vocabulary related to my past life’.

For example, I talk about my impressions of a work I plagiarized and published.

“Among the works released this time, the one that attracted the most attention was ‘Metamorphosis’, but I personally like the work called ‘Lawsuit’ that was included more. ‘Oyster’ felt too allegorical, and ‘Transformation’ felt too personal. The sense of distance from ‘lawsuit’ towards society… To me, it felt like an appropriate literary gap.”

“Ah! The prose titled ‘Before the Law’ was impressive.”

We also have a brief reading discussion about the recently published book.

We also chatted about transcendence.

“When I transcended, a teleportation gate was created in my house, and because of that, wizards have been coming to me lately, saying they want to build a magic tower in the place where the mansion used to be.”

“Is that so? Well, something similar happened when I transcended with alchemy.”

“What did Mr. Galen do in that situation?”

“I just handed it over! The place I transcended was an insignificant workshop used as a spare, and it wasn’t a place I had much affection for anyway.”

“Ah. So, is there a magic tower there now? Maybe it’s a place I’ve been to before.”

“It’s a place called Black Magic Tower… Have you been there?”

“Oh my, unfortunately, this is a place I’ve never been to in person. I only heard the name.”

and.

“If you ever go to the Black Magic Tower, I will give you the certificate I received when I handed over the workshop a long time ago!”

“Proof?”

“They told me to bring this token if I need help in the future, but I’m not particularly interested in anything other than alchemy, so I have no use for it! However, since the author of Homer still uses the worldly identity, it may be helpful. Haha!”

“… Isn’t this something from hundreds of years ago?”

“To be exact, a little less than a thousand years.”

“Ah, yes. Thank you.”

My miscellaneous collection has grown by one.

Should I open something like a museum in the future?

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The ‘teleport gate’ that exists in every magic tower on the continent is a trace of transcendence.

Because of that, ever since I transcended from Frieden Mansion, there have been wizards occasionally coming to my room through the ‘teleport gate’. However, that does not mean that anyone can find it, and it seems that it is impossible to cross the gate without precise coordinates unless you have the talent of a senior wizard.

Anyway, because of that, I was wondering if I should change rooms. It’s not like there were any spare rooms in Frieden Mansion.

“Ugh, how can’t this hole be blocked with concrete or something?”

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if someone were to climb over and get stuck in the wall and die?”

“But… Hmm?”

model of the universe. A trace of transcendence shimmering in deep darkness and brilliant light.

The existence of a teleport gate occupying a space right next to the window was a bit difficult in terms of privacy.

for example.

“Who are you?”

“Oh my, did you recognize it?”

Like the monster who is naturally talking back to me right now.

A trespasser who enters someone else’s room without permission and even attempts to have a friendly conversation. Because the situation was so sudden and absurd, I burst into laughter.

The most absurd thing is that I don’t feel ‘offended’ by this person.

If another person entered a private space, even if it was someone I knew, it would be natural to feel a little uncomfortable, but I didn’t feel that way at all. I didn’t even feel like I was with anyone in the first place.

“This is also amazing. Is this the purple magic tower’s mental magic?”

“It’s a little different. Rather, it would be closer to the Blue Magic Tower’s resonance communication. I’m here talking to you, but in reality, I don’t exist here.”

“Yes?”

“Nice to meet you. The transcendent of literature. My name is Quanti Pastarian, the lord of the Black Magic Tower.”

Black Magic Tower?

“Ah, yes.”

“For your information, you don’t have to worry about privacy issues. I can’t hear anything, I can’t see anything, and I can’t say anything.”

“Aren’t you talking to me now?”

“If it were extremely quiet, wouldn’t it feel rather noisy? You can think of me as that kind of being.”

When I frowned as if it was difficult to understand, the self-proclaimed Black Magic Tower lord spoke in a softer tone.

“Language is a means of interaction. Sound disappears quickly, but the content it contains degenerates the brain and is engraved in the human soul. So language exists independently of ‘sound’.”

“So?”

“Then, wouldn’t anyone know whether the ‘language’ the other person hears and the ‘language’ I hear are the same? Even the silence of the wind brushing through the reeds can sound like a curse from an evil spirit to some people. Sometimes, there are people who can hear a sentence or their own name very clearly in a crowded noise. Regardless of whether it was truly ‘that kind of content’… … .”

“Hmm. That’s right.”

“Then, when you mix infinitely loud noise with eternal silence, the other person will definitely find a ‘sentence’ with some meaning in it. The language I use is such noise. I don’t know what I’m talking about, and I can’t speak using a language that the Transcendent doesn’t know. The Transcendant is actually talking to himself! So truly, you don’t have to worry about privacy.”

“… I understand that you are roughly a ghost-like being.”

“Haha! You can understand it that way.”

The black magic tower lord chuckled and spoke politely again.

Because it was so formal, the tone felt rather playful.

“Perhaps the transcendental master of literature has heard the story about the Black Magic Tower? I think you’ve probably heard that they are beings who throw the world into chaos by believing in the ridiculous truth that ‘if you can’t predict what will happen, it’s not strange if anything happens’.”

“I think I heard a similar story.”

“That is an absurd misunderstanding. We simply separate ‘ignorance’ and ‘misunderstanding’ and pursue the truth.”

“Ignorance and misunderstanding?”

“For example, ‘misunderstanding’ comes from ‘knowledge’, not ‘ignorance’. Preconceptions created by knowledge formed through experience and learning—that is what creates ‘misunderstandings.’ A person who knows nothing misunderstands anything. A child who has never read ‘The Little Prince’ would not mistake the hat for ‘a boa constrictor that swallowed an elephant.’ ‘Misunderstanding’ is not a synonym for ‘not understanding.’”

“… … .”

“And, as wizards seeking truth, we sought ‘understanding’ and came to one conclusion.”

“What is that conclusion?”

“Truth is like a two-armed scale; the heavier one becomes, the lighter the other becomes. The deeper you understand something, the more you cannot understand the information behind it.”

“Um.”

“That’s why we are ‘dark wizards’ who abandon one wisdom to find another.”

The tirade given by this ‘black magic tower lord’ seemed quite worth listening to… I wasn’t really interested in this topic.

I’m not a wizard.

So I nodded appropriately and asked a question.

“So what is the story you want to tell?”

“Oops, the introduction was too long. I would like to ask you a favor.”

and.

Putting the long tirade so far to shame.

The proposal the Black Magic Tower lord gave me was somewhat business-like.

“By borrowing from the Transcendent’s history, we would like to store our ‘records’ in the Transcendent’s library.”

“Yes?”

“Knowledge’s fate is to be forgotten in the end. This is especially true when it comes to the records of our ‘Black Magic Tower’. However, it is different in ‘Library’, which was completed by the transcendent figure of literature under his own name. As long as the Transcendant lives, the library will also be immortal. Because the ‘possibility’ of literature is centered around the Transcendant.”

“So you want to sign a contract to use the library?”

“To put it simply, yes. Yes.”

“… Ah, yes.”

A black magic tower holder who appears like a ghost.

In fact, he was a salesman who came to win a contract!

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“This is a proof that you can borrow the power of the Black Magic Tower at any time. If you want to get one by discarding one, please come to the Black Magic Tower at any time.”

“Oh, I already have that.”

“Yes?”

“The design hasn’t changed in a thousand years… .”