Chapter 260: The Legendary Library
Though the Swordswoman, known for her imnse wisdom, was absent, the two Sorcerers quickly figured out how to use the library. Right before them, on the first bookshelf, there was a book emitting a brilliant green glow as if it were saying, “Look at , look at .”
Guide to the Legendary Library
“Congratulations to every Sorcerer who steps into this library, your luck is unparalleled, your story will be told by thousands, you are the light, you are the electricity, you are the myth of the future!”
“This library was built by the ‘Dramatic Poet’… Rember this na, for… is the narrator of Destiny, holding the scepter of contradictions, directing countless joys and sorrows, witnessing the world’s unions and separations.”
“Among the billions in the Virtual Realm, none can compare to… even by half!”
“But… is a generous Sorcerer, and thus built the Legendary Library especially for the successors, scattering their own glory to any fortunate one!”
“The following reading rules must be adhered to in this library—”
“① Aside from this guide, each person may only read one book. Rarity brings value.”
“② The path you walk must not be retraced. There are no do-overs in life.”
“③ The library has four floors, each higher level contains books of better quality than the one below. Always aim higher.”
“④ Books may deceive you. It’s better to be skeptical than to believe everything.”
“⑤ As a price for acquiring knowledge, every Sorcerer must leave behind a mory. You may choose which mory to leave. This is an equivalent exchange.”
“While reading any book, you have a chance to receive any reward, including but not limited to spirits ntioned in the books, Miracles, treasures, special abilities, etc. For instance, if the book ntions a deity, gaining a deity isn’t out of the question!”
“Although there are no specific requirents for the mories left behind, this library spans countless golden years. Even the most significant mories you leave might remain undiscovered by successors for thousands of years. So, try to leave your most thrilling mories; after all, if everyone were selfish, then you’re likely to only encounter dull mories.”
“thod to leave mories: Simply press any gap in the bookshelf.”
“thod to leave: Once you finish reading a book and have left a mory, you will automatically be transported to the entrance.”
Legendary Library!
Never heard of it before.
However, the guide has already detailed how to use this library. In simple terms, pick a book to read, and upon finishing, you might gain anything that appeared in the book. Then, leave behind a mory to complete your transaction with the Legendary Library.
“Why have the builder’s nas turned into dots? Is their na actually ‘……’?” Deya exclaid in surprise.
“It could be that the builder thought it undignified to leave a na in the guide, so they erased their own na; or perhaps the builder didn’t erase their na, but soone else did it for them—’Dramatic Poet’s’ real na has been completely obliterated, so even the guide’s ntions have disappeared.”
“The power to erase a na…” Deya murmured. “Did they offend so Divine Master?”
“Perhaps they offended them all.” Ashe looked at the phrase “Among the billions in the Virtual Realm, none can compare to… even by half,” feeling that although the Dramatic Poet might not deserve death, they were certainly seeking death.
Being so arrogant, if I were a Divine Master, I’d be annoyed with you just for not wearing a hat.
However, the fate of the builder clearly wasn’t a concern for the two junior Sorcerers. They turned their gaze to the bookshelves and then looked at each other.
“Together?”
“Let’s go!”
Entering the exploration phase, Ashe and Deya were both very excited. A structure in the Virtual Realm like this, previously unencountered yet safe, was as irresistible to Sorcerers as dung to flies.
Walking through the Maze, they quickly understood what the guide ant by “Books may deceive you”—each book on the shelves emitted a variety of ‘impressive but inexplicable’ auras. A scroll glowed with rune brilliance, a piece of parchnt exuded an air of history, and even a suspicious data storage USB stick showed off electric Pattern Lines. Everything was tightly controlled in terms of aura.
As for the bound books, they were even more impressive—one looked like the notebook of a Death Monarch, another like the spellbook of a Ti Lord, and there was even one with a cover featuring a beauty—daring to tempt
without even featuring silk stockings, how disrespectful!
However, since the guide ntioned that the quality of the books would improve with each ascending level, Ashe and Deya were not fooled by the first level’s offerings. They quickly moved past the shelves of the first floor and reached the second level.
The variety of books on the second level was even greater: crystal balls, tapestries, cards, human skin books… Nearly everything capable of recording information was collected as books by the Legendary Library. Now, the journey for Ashe and Deya beca even more challenging — not only had the allure of the books increased, but their very essence seed to twist reality itself!
For instance, a book that appeared to be made from Bewitcher human skin (judged by the hair) emitted a pink, seductive fragrance. Even from a distance, the faint, enticing scent filled their minds with strange thoughts, making it impossible for them to walk directly past it.
On another side, a crystal skull was emitting a glowing green light, and the sll of decay hit them full in the face, walking past it would feel almost like bathing in the River of Flowing Gold, prematurely experiencing what retirent feels like.
Since retreating was not an option in the library, they had to carefully find a safe path to the third level. However, as they were making their way, Deya noticed that Ashe had stopped.
“What’s wrong?”
“I found the book I want to read,” Ashe said. “You go on to the third floor.”
“But we’re only on the second floor!” Deya was puzzled. “The best books are on the fourth floor!”
“But I want to read this book.” Ashe reached out and pulled a book from a nearby shelf, his actions clearly showing his resolve. Deya wanted to persuade him further, but seeing his determination, she had no choice but to continue alone towards the staircase to the third floor.
Ashe leaned against the bookshelf, flipping through the book in his hands. He didn’t choose any of those that seed to tell tales of thunderous devastation or the rise and fall of worlds, but rather a seemingly mundane book, for a very simple reason — he heard the sound of hamring coming from within, as familiar and comforting as the noise his father made every Saturday morning at seven-thirty.
Ashe has never considered himself a sentintal person, at least that’s what he believes.
It’s been almost a month since he transmigrated to this world, yet for him, his past life feels as distant as if it belonged to soone else—even though it indeed was his previous life.
He has always avoided dwelling on what his transmigration ans for his family because that road leads only to a morass of despair. To even ponder it is to risk being suffocated by sadness, drowning in a sea of unreal misery.
However, upon hearing the clanging of steel, Ashe couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth and longing. Just that alone made it worthwhile for him to read the book as a way to honor this nostalgia that blossod in a foreign land.
More importantly, Ashe was indifferent about which book he chose to read. According to the guide, what a Sorcerer gains from reading is entirely random—good luck might bring a rare spirit, while bad luck could yield sothing as trivial as the nail clippers ntioned in the text. And if the author was particularly uninspired, virtually anything could be in the offing.
As for his own luck, Ashe has always maintained a pessimistic attitude.
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