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How long have I been searching for him? Ever since I left my library. Let's just say it's been a while. Well, to be fair, it would be more accurate to say that I am waiting.
Yes, that is the issue. The creator of The Unnad God Sect is bound to be alive sowhere. But I have absolutely no idea where to look for him.
That ans that I am pretty much wandering around aimlessly until so new information pops up. That man is so random that I would believe it if soone told he was busy having fun in the god realm. Well, that's impossible, but still.
Recently I decided to pass by this placethe city of the Bookkeeper. I've always wanted to visit but never could. Many would say that traveling there in these troubled tis is pure madness, and they are probably right.
I lost count of how many bandits and random sects I encountered on the way. How did I manage to go through? I claid to be a scholar from this very city I had as a destination.
People figured out that I was weak and well learned. My only value would be to help with the managent. Right now, that is worthless because no sect will trust a stranger with anything remotely important.
They figured out that letting through was better than potentially having the righteous faction go after them for sothing so stupid. Of course, I had to convince them that I was truly a scholar.
Sohow, to be qualified as a scholar by the rabble I encountered, the only requirent seed to be to have read a book from cover to back. Yes, I'm not even exaggerating!
That's how I finally managed to reach my destination in one piece. Then I needed to find a way to be granted access. I had a detailed plan to deal with the matter, and it was genius.
But one of the n in charge saw standing outside, got curious, and decided to let in just like that. My plan had failed successfully.
As I entered, the sll of books was so overwhelming that it brought a smile to my face. That's the kind of thing that people don't usually notice, but I did.
That's how I happily started browsing. There is only one thing that I deplored. There are only so many books that one can realistically read. At least, I had lots of ti. I had nothing better than to wait for news in any case.
That's how I grabbed a ladder, I climbed a bookshelf, and I grabbed plenty of books. But just as fate would have it, the ladder was old, and part of it broke under my weight. Thus I was sent crashing to the ground.
As I saw that floor co into my vision, I couldn't help but think how ironic it was. The librarian would die in a library from picking up books.
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What? What is this about?
I try and speak, but I can't seem to be able to. Who is this?
Just think? Can you hear my thoughts?
Am I still alive?
Are you a devil?
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