Ronald didn’t even bother to grab a chair from the side.
As this thought surged in his mind, his expression returned to a calm like water, then he crossed his legs and slowly sat on the ground.
"..."
"I haven’t formally faced this all along."
The artificial godhead was put back into the iron box, placed to Ronald’s left front, his right hand empty, even the mark of the original text didn’t manifest.
Ronald’s gaze at this mont was forward, the black underground space staining his pupils like the night. Yet what he truly saw was not this darkness, but his inner self.
Artificial godhead.
Such temptation laid before him, to say he had no thoughts would be impossible.
But as Ronald introspected himself, it was as if nothing lay in front of him.
Instead, Katherine’s warning before departure erged in his mind.
This journey—holds significant danger to himself.
This crisis.
Is it the danger from clashing with the enemy; or a consequence of his own choices, possibly leading to indescribable outcos?
"Such questions can’t be in abeyance forever."
"It’s ti."
The mark of the original text on Ronald’s hand flickered, the tablet bearing "Rain Mist Divine Hamr" appeared. But his left hand didn’t pick up the box holding the artificial godhead, instead it reached into his chest and drew out a thin notebook.
——"Sir Ronald Adler’s diary".
"..."
"Ah, I am still a knight."
Ronald glanced over the notebook and smiled easily.
Having finally made a decision, the concerns and worries brought by caution swept away.
This was sothing he hadn’t realized at the start of his crossing.
It was only after gaining experience that he awoke to the biggest doubt.
——The source of language comprehension.
The first original text obtained by Ronald was the "Rain Mist Divine Hamr". Under certain conditions, it possessed unimaginable power, its destructive force was unmatched by anything Ronald had seen.
But to understand the language of this alien world, this powerful original text was of no use at all.
Especially after crossing.
Ronald had also undergone far more original text trials than others, summarizing so patterns.
Either the origin story of the original text’s creation, or the epic tales related to the original text, or even directly the contents recorded in the original text.
To gain the power of these mystical books.
Besides deciphering the writing and obtaining the school mark. To enter and pass the related original text trials was undoubtedly the only correct way.
But what of Ronald’s encounter at the start of his crossing?
One rainy night, in a house perfectly replicating reality, cracking an inexplicable word puzzle?
During which even a maid possibly manifested from the original text hindered him!
Aligning the sole rainy night with "Rain Mist Divine Hamr", with Ronald’s current viewpoint, was undoubtedly too far-fetched.
Especially at the end of that trial.
Vilarnika, the incarnation of the original text, didn’t say "you passed the trial perfectly", instead "though still sowhat lacking, let’s reluctantly deem you qualified~~"!
In a divergent trial, the most crucial information was hidden.
Thinking of this, Ronald took a deep breath.
He gazed at the notebook before him, recalled everything from that first night, a string of mysterious numbers naturally appeared.
——[29086, 37]
This was sothing that naturally surfaced in his mind after he barely passed the trial.
To uncover the true appearance of the notebook in his hands, he should start with this cryptic information.
This ti, likely still have to begin with textual puzzles...
"Hmm~~"
"Have you finally realized..." suddenly, a gentle voice echoed in Ronald’s ear.
This voice was reminiscent, as if the night after his crossing was revisiting.
Ronald sharply turned his head.
Yet what t his eyes was only the darkness of the underground space, as if the voice he’d just heard was an illusion.
With Ronald’s current abilities, how could such a problem arise?
Ronald raised an eyebrow.
But before he could make any other move, the change in touch in his hand interrupted everything.
He slowly and cautiously turned his gaze.
A tawny hue first caught his eyes, then the whole tablet stayed on his hand.
The original "Sir Ronald Adler’s diary", had already beco a broken tablet, quietly lying before him.
On this tablet were roughly six or seven character symbols, the lower right’s two were indistinguishable, the rest imdiately decoded by Ronald:
"Revenue 29086 units of barley, 37 months, cushion."
Swish——
The aura of the original text flashed.
At this mont, the first original text Ronald touched, also the one accompanying him the longest, finally revealed its true face.
After fully recognizing Ronald as its owner.
Like other original texts, it transford into a mark, then disappeared from his hand.
The only difference was this tablet alone resting in Ronald’s left hand.
No additional trials, no hardships to overco.
As long as Ronald perceives and directly faces the problem, taking that courage.
This original text that already belonged to him would truly and thoroughly belong to him.
Only this required courage.
"Hah——"
"Haha, hahaha!"
Ronald was stunned for a while, then couldn’t stop laughing, pounding his fist against the ground.
He’s already aware of what this truly is.
——[Cushion Tablet].
It’s a Surian clay tablet from 3400 BC to 3000 BC. It’s also the oldest clay writing tablet discovered by humans, and the earliest record of writing to date.
Unlike any other original text.
It doesn’t record any astonishing masterpiece, nor any formula depicting truth, nor does it hold great philosophical thoughts.
But it is, the oldest writing record existing today.
The symbolic beginning of human writing.
A question—What is the original text?
It’s the carrier through which humans record knowledge in writing, manifesting in this world.
Thus, a tablet with such significant aning as the[Cushion Tablet], naturally makes all languages originating from humans easily deciphered, the power of each original text thus freely invoked.
"So, this is the true source of language comprehension."
Ronald was filled with emotion, thoughts surging within.
The trial he barely passed at the start, the[Cushion Tablet]only brought a simple nuric stream into his mind, and the ability he gained was rely basic language comprehension.
Now everything has settled.
Aside from the permanent ability of language comprehension, the power truly belonging to the[Cushion Tablet], truly belonging to the origin of writing and original texts, is finally beginning to awaken within Ronald.
Through this tablet.
No need for language, no need for movent, ignoring usage intervals.
Ronald can freely invoke the powers of all original texts he owns, until the magic power within the original text is exhausted. Even in extre circumstances, he could infuse the magic power of one original text into another.
Such powerful abilities, simply...
Rumble—
Suddenly, the entire underground space quaked violently, as if this space separate from the world was experiencing an earthquake.
"Hmm?" Ronald quickly raised his head.
This commotion indicated soone was trying to enter here!
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