episode_0212

Bookshelves crowded inside the room, and all kinds of books filling them.

The purpose of the room seemed to be a study.

‘Space expansion.’

The space is noticeably larger than it feels from the outside.

It is so huge that it is safe to think of it as a building rather than a room.

Most of the space was filled with bookshelves, and the height reached the ceiling, so I felt like I was in a forest.

‘It’s been a while.’

There were all kinds of books on the bookshelves that were mushrooming.

I walked over to the bookshelf nearby. I gently stroked the cover of the book stuck inside.

Although it has been well maintained and undamaged due to the will of courtesy, the depth of the years that have permeated it is clearly felt.

I patted the strangely scratchy cover and gently pulled it out.

– Ugh.

There was a strong sense of security at the door, but thanks to the key, it was pulled out smoothly without any resistance.

On the cover of the book I extracted, I was able to find the year 12 of the New World.

‘In 12 years… It’s the beginning of a period of chaos.’

A long period of confusion that came to mankind immediately after the cataclysm that completely turned the world upside down.

The early period of chaos was such a miserable and dark time that some people call it a dark period.

Just as we respond to the threats of monsters and dungeons, magic power and unique abilities are also revealed to humans.

However, at the time, I had no knowledge or experience about it.

There were no records given by their ancestors before them, and there was no path revealed by anyone.

The unlit path was full of darkness. The expression ‘length’ was also not correct. It was full of darkness and was unknown. The path had to be pioneered by the adepts of the time themselves.

So many people died in the unknown, and many things disappeared.

In particular, most of the early data from the turbulent period was lost, so many stories were handed down orally.

I rummaged through the bookshelf for a while.

I ran my hand over the cover, turned the lid, and checked the book on the shelf.

‘Umm… ‘

History, magical science, philosophy, psychology, literature… There were fields that were familiar from the previous world, and there were many books on fields related to this world, such as dungeon geography and monster analysis magic books.

‘There are a lot of things related to living things.’

Among them, the most books were related to living things.

First of all, I did not check the contents in depth, but only looked at the cover and title information.

‘Origin and evolution of life, ecology, genetics, plant growth and development, animal ecology and behavior, in-depth anatomy, physiology, behind natural selection, biological immune system, growth, evolution… huh?’

While organizing the information that was gradually accumulating, I stopped stroking the book.

Among the countless waves of information, there is information that particularly erodes consciousness.

I suddenly stopped what I was doing. After looking at the information again for a moment, I walked on.

A bookshelf in the corner of the study.

Although the bookshelf and books were completely undamaged due to the influence of will, I was able to grasp the time that had been melted into the objects through precise observation.

The bookshelf in this corner is one of the oldest bookshelves in the study. As if to prove it, the books on the shelves also looked quite dirty.

‘This… ‘

Additionally, it has stronger security than other bookshelfs. The security was so strong that I thought it might be damaged even if I put all my effort into it, but when the key was in front of me, it effortlessly opened.

I pulled out a book.

The green cover clearly shows someone’s hand.

The edges are worn and shiny, and small scratches remain here and there.

Even the cover looks like this.

I secretly checked the title of the book.

『Poetry Cradle Establishment Plan (A)』

‘Handwriting?’

Establishment plan. Even though I can’t tell the age, it’s a hundred years ago.

I also check other books in succession.

The bookshelf contained various memoirs.

『City Cradle Blueprint – Artificial Island Formation』

『City Cradle Design Drawing – Site Formation』

『Poetry Cradle Blueprint – Comprehensive Technique』

『Poetry Cradle Blueprint – Protection Technique (A-2)』

『Interpretation – Boa Cheonbyeok 保兒天壁』

From the plan to establish the city cradle, the purpose and process of forming the artificial island, the site built on it, and overall, what techniques were engraved where and how they were engraved… .

‘Oh my God, Boa Cheonbyeok… ‘

While going through the records, I was inwardly shocked at the section where the magic technique records were engraved.

Not only the defensive magic applied to the City Cradle facility, but also the barrier surrounding the island… It also includes information about Boa Cheonbyeok.

Boacheon Wall, a barrier that has never been breached before.

The invasion of the tower owners began, and the wall held firm despite being invaded one after another.

A strong protective shield that was barely broken through in the 11th time.

The structure of the Boacheon Wall is clearly recorded in great detail, including the elements and positions that make up the axis, as well as the destruction method.

‘no… ‘

My knowledge is low compared to the level of the barrier right now, so I can’t understand everything.

My head hurts from all the advanced and excessive information.

It’s not a headache, but my head feels strangely stiff. He grabbed his head and frowned.

But remembering is possible. Or, you can take this book with you.

– Phew…

After taking a deep breath as if spitting out my complicated feelings, I walked towards the direction I had been trying to ignore.

Instead of a bookcase, there was a large wooden desk on the wall facing the door.

There were complicated magic tools and loosely scattered papers and books. The orange light from the lantern-shaped magic tool is casting down on the desk.

There we turned the focus of observation. On the wall where the bookshelf is attached, you can find a portrait of a beautiful woman.

A large portrait as if advertising the owner of this study.

While leaning comfortably on the back of a chair, the curves of the body are clearly expressed even under loose clothing.

Two white, thin hands placed neatly together on the knees.

Her hair looks like a waterfall of clear waves pouring down, and her eyes that seem to see right through her even though it’s just a painting are the same color as amethyst.

‘… … ‘

A mansion where the president lived.

In the mansion’s study, a detailed memoir about the poetry cradle was found.

It is a detailed memoir of the overall structure of the city cradle as well as the establishment plan and process that even those involved may not be aware of.

A portrait hanging in such a study.

The author’s name written in the memoir.

‘Neriel Clydia.’

It is the name of the president of the city cradle and the owner of the tower of growth.

‘What the hell…’ ‘

Faced with evidence that I could not deny, I observed the portrait with mixed feelings.

Neriel Clydia.

They created a strange system called special admission, and gave me a seat that had been left behind for over a hundred years.

Also, he has disappeared and is nowhere to be seen, and has given me the mansion he said he lived in.

Various notes were left in the study of the mansion.

He left a portrait of himself and information about his poetry.

He even left information about the City Cradle Wall. How dangerous is this? It hurts my mouth to even explain it.

Of course, strong protection measures were in place, but just leaving such records poses a great risk.

I’ve put this important information there in a way that makes it really easy to find.

As long as you have the key, you can easily enter the grounds and mansion, and even enter the study and take out a book.

It’s too dangerous.

Poetry Cradle is an indispensable place in this world.

This is true for symbolic as well as practical reasons.

There is an infinite amount of things that one superhuman can accomplish right now. Siyoram, which produces hundreds of such adepts every year, is one of the indispensable pillars of this world.

In the meantime, you’re giving me this important… information that should be treated as top secret?

What if you have a bad mind?

What if I find the axis of the barrier and destroy it right now?

Even if you simply pass on this information to someone else, or even if that person misuses the information, you will end up in a state of chaos that will be difficult to resolve.

‘What do you believe in me?’

How do you know me, who is not from this world in the first place, how do you know that I will come over to this side, why did I put you in this position and give you this support?

‘What do you want from me?’

What do you hope to achieve? Do you want me to grow? What do you want to do when you grow up? Do you know what will happen later? You want me to stop it?

‘you are… ‘

I absentmindedly observed the portrait.

Analyze the elements in detail.

Although it is only a two-dimensional painting, the appearance of the person in the portrait is imagined in detail through analysis through observation.

‘It looks similar… ‘

She was similar to the vice-chancellor. The hair and eye colors are similar. The deep purple color reminiscent of amethyst is strongly embedded in the perception.

However, the overall facial features are completely different.

The vice-chancellor is as hard and cool as a block of iron, but the head of the growth tower, unlike his blunt appearance, feels soft and tolerant.

This is a person whose appearance we have just confirmed for the first time.

Even if it is just a portrait left in a drawing, not in writing.

Some of the deeply buried memories surfaced.

I compared the person in the memory with the person in the portrait.

different. The hair color, length, and eye color are different.

But the facial features and body are similar…

‘no.’

Almost identical. It is similar to the point where there is no significant difference.

The atmosphere reflected at first glance in the painting also matches.

Soft yet firm… The look of being stuck in recognition resembles that person.

It’s not such a distant memory.

I don’t even have detailed memories.

It’s a memory I don’t want to recall.

I remember running into the car like a moth and getting hit by a car.

‘It looks similar.’

He resembles the person I saved by pushing him away.

A purple flower was in full bloom in a vase placed in a corner of the desk.

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[The owner of the tower of growth is silent]