My Wife Is a Scientist 2. The Core Awakens

There was so evidence for to rewrite reality, which I got to do in order they may see that I am truly absurd. Most tis protagonists tend to transmigrate to a new world, exploring new world for them to fulfil their hunger for power, won and wealth. ? I got the apex of philosophy and logic to the extent of understanding the absurd better any philosophy from any era, which preceded my greatness.

My first try for the core was to explore the functions of this core.

ABSURDUM CORE v0.9: A COMPLETE INITIALIZATION.

Paradox processing is the main mode.

Secondary Mode: Limited Reality Skein Rewrite

Existential Audit and Logos Compression in the Tertiary Mode

I sensed that each interface drew closer. It was a mirror, polished in the odd reflection of my own contradictions, not a tool. Its first lesson was straightforward:

"You have to learn to rewrite yourself before you can rewrite reality." The system said as a part of the chanism.

So I started. Most of his adventure are just bullshit of my conscious.

I was able to deconstruct cause and effect, decipher the code of coincidence, and experience aninglessness without despair thanks to the Absurdum Core. It was the complete opposite of the hunger experienced by all transmigrators. I sought emptiness where they sought prosperity. I wanted the freedom to die, where they wanted eternity. I sought understanding where they sought admiration.

The city was quiet, but the world was another story. In reality, it shows how you can assimilate the way you bleed for knowledge and virtue: he started his legend. Back then, he would be a little kid who would be taken care of by his adoptive father. Most of the ti, he would increase the way he would educate him. Apart from that, Jas Garrison, the adoptive father of Karl, would take him on walks to educate him on philosophy, He belonged to Cambridge naturally where he was renowned for knowing all about the eras of philosophy, manuscripts translations and reviews in Horian Ancient Greek, Classical Latin, proto Gothic, Old Chinese, proto Iranian, Old Arabic, Old Norse, Maori languages and Africans. He had another daughter, Emma Ying Garrison. She would play with Karl and teach him about philosophy, mathematics, opposite poles, legends, myths and theology.

Similar to a Mobius strip, the system unfolded when I turned on its Paradox Processing:

Reality Skein Rewrite: to rearrange, not to destroy. A history there, a sentence here. Like a second thought, empires blinked and reappeared.

Existential Audit: A soul's sincerity could be gauged by the Core. Whether soone believed their own lie, not if they lied.

The compression of ideas into singularities is known as logos compression; ideas first beca weapons and later hymns.

However, it was not simple. My own cognitive dissonance powered the Absurdum Core. It beca more powerful each ti I had doubts. My search for significance was always t with silence. It wanted to stay on the brink, between strength and weakness, between faith and doubt. I still rember doing hard things for Emma in which she would give hard rewards like unwanted kisses and ice cream. She would pamper . She was an 18 year old t cup breasted woman with an hourglass and I was 14

[SSAGE OF ABSURDUM CORE]

"Ruling is not the highest power. The ability to unveil is the utmost power. Use to reveal the secret logic of creation, or risk destroying yourself in the process.

Power should not be understood as the only driving force of coercion for ones will can exploit the weaknesses of the enemy in distress. You know this is the main thing that they misunderstand to the extent of saying that it does not matter to love what you can actually do for other. Conquering yourself is the first to give a step toward the Logos through knowing yourself and most things lack the pain of love. One suffers from loving but one is mad at loving because one suffers when loving. So you should have this kind of heroism to reveal the secret logic of creation.

I saw the sketch of my future course there, in the quivering light of its paradox, not as a hero or an emperor, but as a ridiculous custodian of reality itself.

To be said, I needed to be misunderstood. So I started to go to fictional world to go ahead of millions in which I could find more powers to make myself invincible for Sophia and her stubborn way of being.

I prepared myself by editing my body composition to make it super strong and resilient out of logic, myth, absurdity and greatness.

There were neither heroes nor villains in the universe I selected. It was neither a land of easy glory nor a planet of swords. Borges' Library of Babel, a realm of unlimited books, infinite hexagons, and unfathomable order, was a maze of thought and substance.

To be honest, Oga was just wondering what it would be necessary to admire the greatness of knowing. Most people think that language is just civilizational. But when it cos to it, there is more to it than it seems on the surface: every language has a connection to the Logos that other people can have access to. In order to do it, you need to liberate yourself from the burden of not knowing what you should do instead of what you cannot have. I guess this is what he was trying to do: Karl is still alive and Sophia is his muse. Anyway, it is not like the useful space of the heart can wonder in the light of sadness where there is no justice for those who dear to dream.

It was a world of everything, with every book that could ever be written and every lie and truth arranged in a hierarchical manner; it was not a world for battle or conquest. An infinite world in which, if read incorrectly, a single page may wipe out an entire civilization.

This provided the ideal environnt for my Absurdum Core to flourish.

I didn't go into it like a hero going down to hell. I rewrote my own bodily composition by folding myself through the Logos Compression of the Core. My blood turned into a contradiction, my bones into axioms, and my muscles into argunts. My skin was carved with myth, logic flowed through my blood, and absurdity blazed behind my eyes. Greatness was as light as a feather.

[UPDATE FOR ABSURDUM CORE]

The Library of Babels (Class: Infinite) is the destination.

Mode: taphysical Adaptive Body Reinforcent

There are no escape routes in this universe.

That hectic place was full of endless libraries inherited from military soulless empires within the asures of reality and vast oceans as to what they had been supressed the endless tyranny for its own sake. But this was just the beginning of sothing even bigger.