Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 89: Black Hole

Myss gripped the edge of the pitch-black ink hole with both hands and craned his head to look inside.

The ink hole was literally a hole filled with ink. It was pitch-black within, and he couldn’t see anything. The others also formed a circle around it, trying hard to study the hole.

Only Brief and Bedsheet Archdemon were squeezed together, fully focused on treating their injuries. The golden elf spring water in Brief’s hand shone brightly.

Myss watched them from the corner of his eye for a while and couldn’t help speaking up. “Hey, you only used two treasures before. What about the third? The notebook that records all of the Chaos Archdemon’s weaknesses?”

“It’s here.” Brief honestly patted his chest. “I merged it into my heart, so I can remember everything related to Bedsheet Archdemon and will absolutely never forget!”

Bedsheet Archdemon proudly spun in a circle. “Awoo awah~”

Myss was speechless. He had no idea what this guy was so proud of.

Speaking of which, the protagonist merging a treasure into his body was a fairly common plot device. But the more Myss thought about it, the more he felt that this setting somehow felt a little…off.

“If you merged it into your body, how are other people supposed to read it?” he asked.

Brief froze, clearly having never considered this question. He looked at Myss in confusion. “Bedsheet Archdemon is destined to be my enemy. Other people don’t need to know those things.”

Myss blinked his button eyes.

That was it! That was the part that was off.

His Salaar firmly believed that the human world could continue fighting the Chaos Archdemon through its own power. So Salaar used his life to drag Myss into the seal, buying time for the world.

Salaar’s self-definition had never been “the hero destined to defeat the Archdemon,” but “a torchbearer on the path to ending the Night Scrouge.”

Therefore, Salaar especially hated legends that erased the existence of the army. From the beginning, he had been prepared to die in the seal together with his army.

Myss stared fixedly at the little bottle in Brief’s hand.

[Brave Salaar had three extraordinary treasures.]

[He had a bottle of elf spring water kept in a crystal bottle, which could heal all wounds and illnesses, great and small.]

…This treasure probably referred to the healing magic Salaar himself was skilled at.

[He had a magical map drawn in golden ink, which could instantly reach every corner of the world.]

…Salaar himself didn’t have this ability, but if one counted the companions erased by history, this wording made sense. Under Salaar’s command, his companions could spread across every corner of the world and report information back to him.

[He had an infinite notebook that would never run out, recording all of the Chaos Archdemon’s weaknesses.]

…Salaar understood the Night Scrouge exceptionally well and was also closely connected to Divine Blood. Someone like him, knowing that the trip into the seal would have no return, would absolutely leave his research results for future generations, so that they could continue studying ways to end the Night Scrouge.

Moreover, those research results might not necessarily be Salaar’s alone. They could have been the legacy left behind by everyone.

Continuing along this line of thought, if that legacy truly existed, it would definitely have been included in the United Library’s collection.

But if the United Library had collected such a legacy, why would the “Salaar” in the human world be remembered as someone who “singled-handedly sealed the Chaos Archdemon”?

And in Salaar’s era, “Divine Blood” obviously wasn’t called Divine Blood. That was why Salaar had been so shocked the first time he saw the actual sample of Divine Blood. Logically speaking, this kind of important research result would definitely have been left behind by the people of that era.

The more Myss thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

However, as he stood before the gaping ink hole, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Redding emerged from inside this just now. In other words, there must be an exit connected to the outside on the other side.”

Mag analyzed the situation matter-of-factly. “Maybe once we get there, we’ll be able to see the essence of this ‘Divine Realm.’”

“I’ll go down first. If I succeed, I can catch you all from below.” The priest volunteered.

The Salaar doll nodded and tugged at Myss, who had been lost in thought the whole way. “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” Myss replied candidly.

The Salaar doll: “…”

The Salaar doll gave a dry cough. “Let’s first look at the Stargazers Society’s Divine Blood experiment. We can talk about the rest after we go back.”

“I should go down first. Bedsheet can fly, so he can advance and retreat easily. We’re the best fit for scouting.”

Brief waved his small palm and rushed in front of everyone. He had finished healing himself and had returned to his lively, energetic state.

“You protected my world, so I want to help you too!”

After a brief discussion, everyone unanimously agreed.

Brief familiarly hopped onto Bedsheet Archdemon’s back. Bedsheet Archdemon let out a couple of happy yowls and plunged headfirst into the ink hole.

A dozen seconds later, he charged back out with Brief. Brief’s beady eyes had widened into two round circles. He gestured anxiously for a long time before successfully making a sound.

“Inside, inside…”

He took a long moment to organize his words. “There’s no danger inside, but it’s extremely chaotic! A lot of strange things are flying everywhere. They’re all connected by strange threads, and there’s a super huge me in the center!”

Myss: “?”

What was that? A super huge Salaar? He wanted to see just how huge it was.

“Let’s go.” Salaar took a deep breath.

The priest nodded. With his left hand, he tucked away the three dolls—Myss, Salaar, and Tass—while his right hand held the three doodles—Brief, Bedsheet Archdemon, and Mag. Then he leapt into the ink hole.

Passing through the ink hole felt exactly the same as when they had been dragged in by Bedsheet Archdemon. Myss felt as if he had been forced through a blowpipe against the wind, followed by the sensation of weightless falling.

The moment they passed through the opening, Bedsheet Archdemon let out a howl and actively flew behind the priest’s collar, grabbing onto the back of the priest’s clothes.

Their fall immediately slowed. Everyone seemed to be riding a slowly descending Kalen-shaped hot-air balloon, taking in everything in the new space.

Myss had thought Brief’s description was just incoherent nonsense. But after seeing the scene before him, he didn’t know how to describe it either.

If the concepts of all things in the world gathered into an ocean, the sight would be that embodiment.

Bright and gentle light gathered into a sea. In the soft wind floated all things that had ever existed in the world, and all things that existed now.

A silver dish holding cake drifted slowly. A small silver spoon and fork circled around it. Beside it, schools of fish flashing with silver light swam past, leaving behind a gentle halo.

Colorful tablecloths danced like ghosts, as if they were some brand-new kind of jellyfish. Emerald-green lawns condensed into balls of various sizes, with all kinds of trees growing on them. Birds perched on the branches, but they didn’t produce melodious chirping. Instead, countless onomatopoeic characters spewed from their throats.

All things floated within this halo in a manner that could only be called absurd.

There were clusters of fierce beasts and wandering human silhouettes. Those “people” were clearly standing together, yet some faces were clear while others were blurry. Their only common trait was that they all seemed to be pieced together from different images, with transparent spiderweb-like threads stuck to them.

If highlights had not slid through those threads, they would have almost blended into the background glow, making them extremely difficult to notice.

And beneath all this light, there lurked a black abyss like the deep sea.

Within the darkness, ominous shadows flashed from time to time. They passed in an instant, impossible to see clearly.

However, compared to the two “protagonist” of this space, all of this could only be considered barely better than nothing as a backdrop.

Within this strange, soft-lit space floated an enormous “Salaar.”

His appearance wasn’t very different from the Salaar Myss had seen before. But on closer inspection, this whale-like human figure was actually made from countless smaller Salals of various appearances. There was even a very thin thread connected to Brief’s body, linking him to that “Salaar.”

Opposite that “Salaar” floated an even larger “Chaos Archdemon,” whose outline was exceptionally blurry. It bore no resemblance to Myss whatsoever and instead looked more like the religious image inside the United Library.

Like “Salaar,” the Archdemon was also pieced together from countless depictions of the Chaos Archdemon in various forms. Among them was even a seductive female human image, and Myss, most reluctantly, recognized.

In this way, the two enormous images stood against the backdrop of all things in the world, treading upon hidden darkness as they assumed the posture of battle. Only their movements were frozen in midair, as if that religious mural had become reality.

“It’s ‘concepts.’ My heavens, these are all pieces of information recorded in books!”

Mag’s voice was hoarse. “Divine Blood has activated all of the United Library’s knowledge. This is an ocean of materialized concepts!”

“I see… so that’s it. Those fine threads are the associations between concepts…”

“Here, Salaar and the Chaos Archdemon have the most descriptions. So they make up the largest proportion, and their images are the clearest and most concrete…”

Myss had no desire to ask why the United Library contained information regarding Sweet Trap; he had far more pressing matters to address.

“What is that?” he asked seriously, stretching out his cloth arm and pointing between the two giants.

Between “Saint Salaar” and the “Chaos Archdemon,” there was an ominous black void.

It was even darker than the ink hole, and its shape was a perfect sphere, precisely suspended between the two enormous images. The scene around it was somewhat distorted, and it had also devoured portions of “Saint Salaar” and the “Chaos Archdemon’s” limbs. Countless spider threads were swallowed into it and vanished without a trace.

It blocked every possible point of contact between the two giants. Its existence was so deliberate as to be almost ostentatious.

To make an inappropriate comparison, from afar, Myss only felt that the giant images of him and Salaar were squeezed together hatching a pitch-black egg.

“This is impossible.” Mag bit her doodle finger. “It’s almost like…”

“A large number of records were deliberately and systematically erased.” Salaar spoke softly. “If one only looked at scattered words in different books, perhaps it wouldn’t be this obvious.”

In truth, this wasn’t merely a matter of it “not being obvious.” An ordinary person’s life was only a little over thirty thousand days. No matter how learned a person was, they couldn’t read every book in the United Library in their lifetime.

“But this world has activated knowledge, materialized concepts, and made the associations between pieces of information visible at a glance. Therefore, the gaps within them have also become glaringly obvious.”

The Salaar doll added softly.

Myss rubbed his nonexistent ears. He was certain that there was now some kind of emotion in Salaar’s voice, something like the feeling of dust finally settling.

Before entering this place, that question about “where did the research results of Salaar and the others go?” once again surged into Myss’s mind. At this moment, he knew the answer.

They had been erased, lost, unknown to later generations.

The only things left behind were the legend of Saint Salaar and scattered, unsystematic Night Scourge relics.

Salaar’s desperate struggle, his three-hundred-plus years of persistence inside the seal, hadn’t carried the slightest meaning. The spark of resistance they had left for later generations had been trampled into ash by an unseen foot, turning into hollow darkness.

The Salaar doll stared at that glaring black hole. In those lapis-lazuli button eyes, Myss couldn’t find the slightest trace of light.

Brief and Bedsheet Archdemon seemed to sense the heavy atmosphere. They quietly squeezed together and secretly looked at everyone’s expressions.

“The records of Saint Salaar and the Chaos Archdemon were erased by someone? Why?”

Tass looked at everything before him in shock. “Shouldn’t those be extremely important records?”

“I’m curious too.” Kalen said in a low voice, “We’re very lucky. There may be someone here who knows the truth.”

He turned his body so that everyone perched on him could see more clearly.

Between the two giant images, at the edge of the strange black hole…

A human figure quietly floated in midair utterly devoid of the fine threads of “concept association” that was bound to all the things in the realm.

…Aside from them, there was someone else here.

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The author has something to say:

Myss: United Library, collecting every kind of book will only harm you. [angry]

Now it really has become a stain that can’t be erased. ×

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