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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter 277:
Freya looked in the direction he pointed.
It was a thin-looking book with a red cover that seemed unremarkable.
Freya reached out and gently pulled it from the shelf.
Although the book felt fragile, as if it would break with the slightest pressure, it was much more solid than the previous one.
She lightly brushed off the dust on its surface but did not open it immediately; instead, she tapped it lightly with her finger.
A flash of green light flickered from the book.
'This way, I won't have to worry about it breaking at the slightest touch. If I take it back and do some processing, it should be readable.'
Feeling reassured, she tucked the book into her waist pouch and then raised her head to scan the other stone bookshelves.
The bookshelves in this stone chamber seemed endless under the glow of her flames, and there were countless books.
For a moment, even her calm and composed demeanor was filled with excitement.
These were precious documents from the Ancient Wizards; each one could cause a sensation if brought out.
After all, in this era, the legacy of the Ancient Wizards had nearly been severed. Even the slightest trace could only signify their former glory.
The main paths of inheritance for the Ancient Wizards still existed only in some ancient noble families; elsewhere, they had been completely washed away by the river of time.
For a self-made wizard like Freya, aside from exploring undiscovered ancient ruins and risking life-threatening situations to seek information, there were no other viable paths to obtain knowledge about the Ancient Wizards.
However, just as she was about to reach for another thick book on the other side...
Suddenly, the shadow from Spirit grabbed Freya again.
"Don't touch that book."
"What?" Freya withdrew her hand, frowning.
"Heh, it's nothing. If you touch it, I'm afraid you'll end up like those two who just ran over there."
The shadow's pitch-black eyes curved slightly as it sneered.
"Is that so?" Freya's excitement slowly calmed down as she cautiously looked at the book and then said, "You mean all the books here have protective measures?"
"Smart." The shadow nodded. "However, these measures vary in strength. You can choose relatively simpler books to take with you. My body can just avoid some of them. By the way, what type are you looking for? I can help you find something."
"I want..." Freya paused, thinking for a moment before saying, "I want information about Ancient Wizard Heritage, something that ignores one's own qualifications."
"Information that ignores qualifications?" The shadow was taken aback, then spoke with a tone of doubt. "Where did you hear such laughable rumors? As far as I know, even Ancient Wizards couldn't ignore such limitations; otherwise, they wouldn't have completely become history."
Hearing the shadow's denial, Freya opened her mouth and somewhat disbelievingly retorted, "Are all those materials about Ancient Wizards fake? Those absolute powers capable of shaking the very earth?"
"You might have misunderstood the materials you're looking for. As far as I know, most of the power of Ancient Wizards comes from the Bloodline of other beings or pure physical strength. While these may seem much stronger than today's wizards, that's not the essence. The essence of a wizard lies in their own soul or spirit, will, beliefs, and self-awareness. Physical strength may be powerful, but fundamentally it isn't one's own. Unless you can fundamentally detach from your own essence and transform the Bloodline and soul attached to your body into the same kind, otherwise, limitations will always exist. However, by then, you wouldn't be purely yourself anymore; that would also be meaningless."
Although Freya had known this principle before, hearing someone else confirm her doubts made her feel a sense of helplessness.
After all, she had come here with a glimmer of hope.
After a long silence, Freya said somewhat bitterly.
"Alright, I understand. So there’s no other way to escape this thing in this world?"
"Well, I wouldn't know," the figure shrugged.
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, his dark eyes narrowing slightly.
"Wait, I think I know of a way to break free from this limitation."
"Huh?" Freya, who had been feeling downcast, lifted her head. "What method?"
"Hehe, actually, the limitation is only physical. For a pure soul, such things don't exist at all. If you want to try transforming into Spirit form, then wouldn't all difficulties be easily resolved? And although souls have their own lifespans, compared to the fleeting life of the body, it hardly matters. Besides, I'm curious about what you would look like as a Spirit."
The figure looked at Freya with a somewhat mischievous gaze.
However, when he saw Freya's face darken immediately, he raised his hands in surrender.
"Don't look at me like that; I'm just stating facts. Besides, this form of mine was also acquired by accident. Even I don’t know the specific method for transformation, and there are many inconvenient aspects. If given the chance, I would like to visit the many Nobles of Spirit and learn more."
"Alright," Freya sighed deeply, suppressing her emotions.
"Enough of that. Since the Ancient Wizard has no information on breaking limitations, could you help me find some books on the Bloodline of Ancient Wizards? Although in the current situation, wizards essentially rely on their souls, true power is still important."
"That's true." Surprised that Freya had quickly moved past her disappointment, he nodded appreciatively.
"After all, you are still only in Liquefaction; there's still a long way to go before reaching your limit. Just because the Wizarding World doesn't have such methods doesn’t mean other worlds don’t. Luckily, I know of some simpler books. Follow me."
With that, the figure floated forward as if moving through air.
Freya glanced around at the books and followed closely behind.
After about half an hour, the figure led Freya through two dark doors and finally stopped beside a more concealed bookshelf, which was much more intricate than the others.
While Freya had not felt any danger until now, she vaguely sensed something strange around this bookshelf.
The figure pointed to the bookshelf and said, "This is the shelf that holds the Ancient Wizard Heritage. All the books on it are under countless unknown curses. I believe you wouldn't want to know what those curses are called; even I could be implicated by them."
"Okay, I Understand," Freya nodded. "So, what should I do?"
"I will help you shortly by directing you to which book to take. Remember, do not touch anything else except for that one book. Otherwise, you'll have to face the consequences. After all, I don't want to wait another fifty years just to wait a few hundred or even a thousand more," the figure said seriously.
"No problem."
"Alright, I'll prepare, and so should you."
Before Freya could respond, the figure slowly vanished into thin air.
In an instant, Freya felt the temperature around her drop significantly, and a chilling, eerie atmosphere began to envelop her.
In a daze, she seemed to enter that sunny castle again, but unlike her previous hallucination, the castle was now empty.
In the center of the magnificent castle hall stood a solitary Redwood Bookshelf.
The shelf was adorned with books of various colors, resembling children's literature from a Fairy Tale.
Just as Freya was about to step closer to see the titles on the shelf, suddenly, the upright books flipped over.
On the colorful cover, large eyes and a cute mouth slowly appeared, as if a child were joyfully calling out in a tender voice.
"Choose me, choose me, choose me!"
This sudden situation left Freya slightly stunned.
Immediately, a hoarse voice reached her ears.
"Hurry! Do you see that green book in the middle? Grab it!"
After receiving the prompt, Freya hesitated for a moment before reaching out and grabbing the green book.
'Swish!'
As soon as she touched the book, a gray line instantly spread from the cover and climbed up her finger toward her arm.
The other books returned to calm after Freya made her choice.
This Thin Line seemed alive and moved quickly, almost immediately darting up to her shoulder.
Freya's gaze turned cold, and a strand of Azure Wind sliced through the gray line.
'Clang!!!'
A loud metallic clash suddenly erupted in Freya's ears.
She saw one part of the gray line being cut in two by the wind, drifting slowly in the air, while the other part suddenly dove into her right eye.
Suddenly, Freya felt a flash in her right eye, followed by gray flames igniting all over her body.
The Red Armor began to slowly melt in the flames, turning into molten iron that dripped to the ground.
"Ugh."
An indescribable sting made her instinctively cover her right eye.
The magnificent, gigantic castle around her started to rapidly crumble.
As illusion and reality alternated, Freya, who was almost kneeling on the ground in pain, vaguely heard a hoarse roar from the figure within the castle.
"Damn it! I command you!! Get out of my world!!"
After that roar, suddenly an exceptionally pale, withered arm reached toward her right eye without warning.
The arm passed through her eye and then pulled back sharply.
"Hiss!"
A gray Two-Headed Serpent was roughly twisted and pulled out by this arm.
"Ha!"
A cold wind swept by, and Freya felt as if her body had taken flight, retreating in a bizarre manner.
Various massive bookshelves flashed past her eyes.
Before long, she passed through several stone doors.
Until with a 'bang', she found herself back at the entrance of the library.
It was as if she had just been pulled out from the depths of water; Freya opened her eyes wide and gasped for air.
Instinctively, she reached up to rub her right eye, feeling a damp sensation. Looking down, she saw blood-red stains.
At that moment, the stone door to the library, which had somehow closed, suddenly began to tremble, and deep growls echoed from behind it.
"Get out of the ruins quickly!" A weak voice echoed in her ears again. "Even though I managed to throw that thing away! As long as you have touched this book, it will definitely come looking for you! I'm in a bit of trouble now; I need to disappear for a while. Remember your promise to me!"
The voice gradually faded away, and the stone door quieted after its tremors. However, soon after, a stronger shaking followed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A large amount of stone debris began to fall from the top of the door.
Freya disregarded everything else and turned to run quickly.
Just as she left the door, it exploded open with a loud crack, creating a deep gap.
A thin gray shadow slowly flowed out from the gap and immediately began to chase after Freya.
As Freya ran at full speed, she covered her right eye, crimson liquid continuously streamed down her cheek. It didn't seem like blood but rather some other substance that wouldn't wipe away.
The strange presence behind her seemed to follow her closely.
Freya instinctively glanced back and saw a gray, vacant face with bloodshot eyes pressed against her back, the distance between them no more than a fist's width.
A chill ran through Freya's heart; without thinking, she immediately crushed the two rings between her right hand's fingers.
Boom! Boom!
Two massive fireballs suddenly exploded behind her, and the shockwave propelled her speed once again.
The passageway behind her was filled with the scorching breath of flames, even the stone walls showed signs of cracking.
With her speed further increased, Freya glanced back and found that the Face had been left far behind. She finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a bit of lingering fear.
"What the hell was that?!"
"That is an alien creature that exists between reality and illusion. You can call them Dream Eaters; they feed on thoughts and souls. I once encountered one from a distance while traveling in the Abyss World. At that time, the Dream Eater was drilling into the head of an Inferno Demon. In less than a minute, that Inferno Demon, which was almost as powerful as a Triad Wizard, became a puppet of the Dream Eater. Although it still looked like an Inferno Demon on the outside, its soul had already been taken over by the Dream Eater. The mark in your right eye is their signature."
A weak voice came from the shadow.
"Weren't you just gone?" Freya said, covering her eyes. "And didn't you help me earlier? How could this happen?"
"Heh heh, how could I be at ease if you didn't leave this ruin? Besides, I didn't know there were Dream Eaters in there, creatures that even I could harm. I could only identify one of the relatively safer books through special methods. However, you should be grateful you listened to me; if you had taken another book, you would have probably been trapped there in an instant."
Although she felt somewhat gloomy inside, Freya understood that what he said was true.
The inheritance of wizards is mostly important things that are strictly protected, especially Ancient Wizard Heritage; it is likely more precious than the Crimson Eagle's Meditation Method.
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