Eisen took a closer look around the room to make sure that he didn’t sohow completely mistake what was supposed to be going on here. But the more he looked around, the more he figured that this place was really so sort of escape room.
"What is that? An ’Escape Room’?" Ambriel asked with a light frown, "Is this not just the wrong place? It seems like soone’s living space."
"No, it’s not the wrong place. We’re exactly right here. An ’escape room’ is like a room-scaled puzzle where the whole goal is to leave just that room. I assu that we’ll be able to find the clue toward the next thing I need to do as long as I finish this within an hour." Eisen pointed out bluntly as he looked at the clock slowly ticking down above the wooden door that just slamd shut.
"Fine, let’s just do this, then." The old man muttered. He looked around the place and started to try and figure out where to actually start, using his ’Crafter’s Soul’ skill to properly analyze everything that he could see here. Every openly visible enchantnt and chanism, as well as so of those of magical nature that Eisen was able to spot with his mana-sight.
Soon, he figured out roughly where a few points of interest could be found. It seed like the thing that he really had to aim for was an adjacent room that he could only access after entering so random 5-symbol code onto a panel.
Eisen took a deep breath and tried to figure out if he saw so sort of symbols inside of this room already, and was quickly able to spot sothing that seed to be of help to him. It was five different hexagons, while one of them, the second from the right, had the rune for ’Flas’ written inside of it.
Imdiately, Eisen understood the rough format of how he would end up finding these symbols and how he would then learn how to order them. It seed pretty straightforward, really. And so, the old man got started. He had to hurry up, considering that he had to solve this whole thing alone.
Sure, Ambriel was here as well, but for one, he would never try and help out anyway, and Eisen was pretty sure that he wasn’t allowed to do so in the first place. Mystor gave this task to Eisen alone and not Ambriel, after all.
But that didn’t matter, since everything seed actually rather straightforward at the start. Eisen managed to find two more of the five symbols rather quickly. They were the runes for ’lting’ and ´Craft’. Eisen assud that the whole array of symbols would end up being blacksmith-thed from just the three initial runes. And at that point, sothing weird popped into the old man’s head. It was the sa thing as when he encountered sothing that would end up triggering a mory for him later on. And it wasn’t any object in particular here that triggered it.
Rather, it was a feeling that built up slowly within the old man that had been triggered within his conscious mind the mont that he figured out that the the for the runes was ’Blacksmithing’.
And this feeling only got stronger the more that he looked around this room. As if this space had an important aning to him that he couldn’t rember. As if Mystor was really just trying to guide him into rembering a certain array of events.
Since it was practically impossible for Mystor not to know about how Eisen rembered things at this point, considering that he never particularly tried to hide it and even openly spoke about it a couple of tis within the divine realms, he was sure that this was the case.
"...Then let’s bet on that for now." The old man muttered to himself. He took a deep breath as he sat down on one of the nearby chairs in this room. Although sohow... sitting on this chair felt wrong. Eisen stood back up and walked over toward a spot in the corner of the room, a spot that seed as if it was drawing him in. The old man squatted down in that corner, and slowly forced himself to drift off to sleep for just a mont.
And next he knew it, the old man found himself in the space where all the mories that he had recovered so far were gathered. In total, those mories numbered exactly 34. Eisen managed to speak about more and more things with his forr self through these recovered mories, and of course found out a lot about himself and other people from his past.
Of course, this ant that his body was changing even more in the other world. It wasn’t initially obvious, but at so point Eisen simply had to test it out and couldn’t hold it off any longer. He tried to punch a tal block with all the force he could muster.
Obviously he didn’t break or bend it in so violent way because he beca stronger. No, the discovery that ca out of that was that his hands were able to take a lot more pressure, considering that he hadn’t been injured after doing sothing like that.
Michael had been there at the ti, and after seeing the old man punch that tal block without any sort of hesitation and consequence made him feel quite mixed feelings about whether or not he would have wanted Eisen’s body to have changed in this way before. For one, it surely would have made and sort of amputation completely unnecessary because the arm would have surely been in peak condition no matter what.
But on the other hand, if Eisen’s hand had been this sturdy while Michael had been slapped by him, Michael probably would have needed surgery to reattach his jaw soon after.
Either way, it seed like the body of ’Benjamin’ was changing more and more every single mory he recovered, but these changes seed a bit stronger every fifth mory that he did recover. So once he would step out of the capsule the next ti, his body would have made a small jump compared to what it had been like before.
But now, Eisen just had to deal with this, no matter how scary the idea of his body slowly ceasing to be that of a human was in the end. Eisen chose to simply recover his 35th mory as he stretched his arm out forward to the new one that just appeared in front of him.
The scenery around Eisen slowly changed, and he found himself in the practically exact sa room that he was just in. At first, Eisen thought that he maybe accidentally interrupted recovering the mory, but then he realized that there were a few key differences. Certain things had been added to aid this place becoming an escape-room earlier, but now, all those things were gone. This was the original room that the escape-room had been based on.
Since Eisen woke up in the sa corner that he fell asleep in, this whole situation was a little bit confusing at first. But no matter that, Eisen pushed himself off the ground and moved into the center of the room, before one of the two doors suddenly opened up. It was the ’main entrance’ it seed, the sa place that Eisen had entered through before.
This ti there seed to be so sort of corridor connecting to that door, and a version of Eisen, one that seed to have peaked already, walked through the room with a blank, sowhat sad expression. He wore a black suit and had red rings under his eyes while walking up to the other door, the one that Eisen had to open up later. Here, it just seed to be a closet, though. The mory-Eisen pulled a box out of it and brought it over toward one of the chairs that he quickly sat down on, and slowly reached down to open it up. But before he did, the mory-Eisen stopped and pulled back.
"Well, before I do that... Is there anything in particular that you want to know this ti around?" The mory-Eisen inquired, and the old man slowly thought about it for a bit and then shook his head, "Do you rember anything new that you could tell ?"
The mory-Eisen slowly leaned back in the chair and nodded his head, "There is, but I don’t know if you want to hear about it yet. It’s actually directly related to this whole situation. I feel like you should experience it yourself though. Do you want to hear it anyway?��� The mory-Eisen asked, and the old man in front of him slowly nodded his head, "I do. Just tell what you can. That’s how we’ve been doing it so far already. Stop playing around, and just get it over with already." The old man said with a light glare directed at this fragnt of his forr self.
The mory-Eisen slowly stood up from his chair and walked over toward the real Eisen, looking him right into his eyes. A stab through the heart by the stinger of a monster that you wanted to harvest venom from. A plague that nearly killed half of this world’s population at the ti. Childbirth due to a child born with sothing of a ’recessive’ gene of sorts that allowed it to receive the size-change ability at birth. And angry mob that-"
"What are you trying to tell ?" Eisen asked with a deep frown, and the mory-version of himself raised his brows, "Wow, I thought we were smarter than that. I thought you would have figured it out by now."
"...I think I have. I just want to be wrong. So explain it."
With a deep sigh, the mory-Eisen turned around, "You know exactly what this is about. You’ll rember it soon anyway, so I’ll stop speaking about it for now. This is the sort of mory that triggers the recovery of a new one that you can access. That one should be all about this."
"...Just tell now what you’re talking about."
The mory-Eisen looked back at Eisen and then turned his head away as he sat back down on the chair, "I rembered the deaths of those that we loved deeply in this world. Right now, we returned from the funeral of the one person you married after peaking. Don’t worry, this ti she died peacefully because of old age, and did so without regret."
"...But why are you saying this mory is not about that? Then what else is this about?"
"Hm? Oh, it’s simple. It’s the mory about how you found out that you not only stopped aging, but were completely immortal." The mory-Eisen stated, and then imdiately shifted back into the actions of the mories while the real Eisen stood there and watched everything unfold in front of him.
He watched himself open up the tal box, he watched himself take out the special blade that had been placed into it. It was glowing in bright red and had three specific runes written on it that Eisen already recognized.
Flas. The blade was glowing due to heat created by the runic enchantnt.
lting. An enchantnt ant to protect the blade from lting due to the first enchantnt.
And Craft. This blade was specifically made to damage craftsn.
Those were the three that Eisen recognized already. The other two were ’poison’ and ’death’, two that were completely disconnected from what Eisen expected the pattern of the escape room to be. This was a weapon specifically ant to kill a craftsman as quickly and with as much damage at once as ever possible, while leaving behind a body that was in a decent state at least.
And the mont that the old man saw himself place the tip of the blade against the center of his chest, he already knew which craftsman it was made for.
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