Chapter 263 – The Power to Embody Imagination

A large amount of mana was emanating from Rumi’s body.
The atmosphere shook and the landscape of the library in front of me changed.
As if reality was being eroded by an alien energy, the surroundings were dyed black.

Before I knew it, the place where I was standing was no longer a library.

The pitch-black darkness covers everything, so you can’t see anything. A space of darkness that stretches endlessly. It was as if I had jumped out of space and entered another world.

‘The scenery has changed.’

I looked around with a puzzled expression. Is Rumi currently using space-shifting magic? There was a part that took me somewhere to say that space magic had brought me to a new place.

The principle of space magic is to forcibly connect different coordinates by creating a wormhole. But Rumi has never created a wormhole. She can’t be said to have cast space magic.

“Where are we? We were in the library just a moment ago.”
[If you look at the coordinates, the wizard’s position has not changed. It’s like the wizard is still in the library. It’s just that the landscape of reality has been eroded because I materialized my inner world with magic. You can think of what the wizard is seeing as my own ‘dream’.]

Rumi’s dream?
Is the dark area dyed black all over Rumi’s dream? It felt like I was alone in the vast expanse of outer space. It is by no means a place for people to live. Considering the types of dreams, it would be fair to say that they were nightmares.

“It’s a strange dream.”
[If you think it’s just a dream, it’s troublesome. Even a first-class wizard can’t realize any fantasy. The most fundamental dream nested in the wizard’s inner world. A landscape containing the wizard’s history. Those are the things that can be realized with magic.]

Are you saying that not all fantasies can be realized? Heck, if the wizards were able to manipulate reality as they wished, the other world would have been ruined already. Common sense changes will happen in real time, and a world where taste is gone will be born.

For example, a dinosaur suddenly jumps out in the field. Like the antennae sprouting from the head of a friend you’re having a conversation with.

‘Holly Shack.’

Just thinking about it is terrifying. Maybe it’s rather fortunate that there are restrictions on the magic that embodies imagination.

[Ancient wizards wanted to overcome the limitations of reality. It was because he realized that no matter how much magic he trained, he was powerless in front of Mother Nature. Life and death, war, sickness and suffering. He wanted to be freed from all the problems of reality.]

In a pitch-black space, Rumi spoke to me. She really made the right choice to have her in her bikini. Because I couldn’t be distracted by the dark world that suddenly popped out.
Right now, my gaze was focused exclusively on Rumi.

“If you’re freed from reality, you’re no different from a god, right? You mean the ancient wizards wanted to become gods?”
[There’s something wrong with saying that you wanted to become a god. In the first place, it was the gods of Asgard who created the technology called magic. Two brothers, Odin and Loki, developed magic, and other Asyr gods also learned magic. Even the Asir gods are ancient wizards, after all.]

That’s right.
It was the gods who created magic in the first place, right?
You cannot aspire to become a god when you are already a divine being. The ancient mages Rumi is talking about are concepts that include the Asir gods.

He is a god who wants to be freed from the pain of reality.
You might think that it would be enough to solve everything with God Power, but the gods of this world are not omnipotent. They possessed transcendental powers, but they also had limitations. Or, for example, death.

[Ancient wizards sought ways to transcend reality through magic. After endless research, I was finally able to find a clue to transcendence. It was a way to embody the wizard’s inner world into reality. To complete a locally transcendent mystery by breaking down the boundary between dream and reality.]

Rumi taught me the names of the magics I would learn from now on.

[Ancient wizards named this ‘great magic’. The one I use is also a type of great magic. It is a magic that must be mastered in order to become a first-class wizard.]
“That’s right.”

I felt bewildered by the fact that I must learn it. I have no idea how to realize the vast space that is now in front of my eyes. I asked Rumi about the Great Magic.

“So how can I use the great magic? Are you teaching me a separate technique?”
[If it’s a theoretical technique, I can teach you. However, even if you follow the same formula, you won’t be able to cast great magic right away. The core of great magic is the inner world of the wizard. You must realize what your source as a wizard is.]

Rumi snapped his fingers. At that moment, a magic book suddenly appeared around Rumi. Rumi opened his mouth as he stared at the magic book that appeared in the air.

[Let me tell you my story for a moment. This is the story of when I was first born by the hands of my old master. In those days, there were no books in the library. I spent many years alone in an empty library. The reason why my inner world reflects such an empty landscape is because the memories of that time are reflected.]

There was loneliness in Rumi’s voice as she told old stories. He was Rumi who was born in a book and never went out to the outside world in his entire life. Of course, he must have suffered in mad loneliness. What a fate to live the rest of your life in a library with no one around. If you were like me, you would have already died alone.

[In those days, I was left alone in the library and constantly slept. During the time she slept, she was able to escape her loneliness, albeit for a short time. She passed the years in a lethargic and gloomy mood. In the meantime, the old master started filling the library with magic books.]

Around Rumi, who spreads stories, new books gradually appeared. Magic books composed of paper and ink were floating in the air. It was an object that looked the same as the magic books in the library. It was probably something Rumi realized through great magic in her inner world.

[My old master once told me that the role assigned to me was as a librarian in charge of the library. Magic books were also something I had to manage. Whenever the time came, countless magic books were placed in the library. I was able to survive the long years in the library by reading magic books.]

When did you say Rumi was born?

Yes.
She said she was born about 500 years ago.

I got goosebumps all over my body when I learned the true meaning of the phrase ‘a long time’. Doesn’t that mean she’s been locked up in the library for 500 years and only read books of long spear spells? Somehow, I didn’t know anything about magic, but was it because I was an enormous bookworm?

“Oh, you read only books for five hundred years? Really?”
[Because there was nothing else to do besides reading. I made it my pastime to learn new spells by reading magic books. You have read all the books in this library. The amount of knowledge that increased with each book I read was my only joy.]

Rumi smiled as she looked around at the magic books that had sprung up around her. Rumi has a perfect memory that never forgets things she has seen. If so, all the books in the library remain intact in Rumi’s head.

Maybe Reumi is the best wizard in the continent if you look only at the amount of knowledge? My teacher must have been a greater person than I thought.

[About three hundred years ago, I was going through the process of becoming a first-class wizard like a wizard. As I looked through the magic books, I realized that I had to learn great magic in order to advance to the top level. Of course, it didn’t take that long to learn great magic. Because I knew for sure what my roots as a mage were.]

Rumi revealed his origins in his snappy tone.

[This is a book. These were the books that led me to becoming a wizard. In my inner world, there were countless magic books. The moment I got the realization of the source, I was able to use great magic.]
“What kind of great magic? Is it magic that implements the books I’ve read so far?”

I slowly guessed what Leumi’s great magic was. Around Rumi, new magic books were still being born. The empty, dark space suddenly turned into a bizarre space with books flying around. Perhaps realizing magic books is Rumi’s great magic.

Is it a hemp corporation that implements books?
It is a spell suitable for a librarian. I mean, it’s no different than being a walking library. It was a time when he was amazed at the books that randomly proliferated around Rumi.

[It doesn’t just end with implementation. This is my inner world. When it comes to books, you are free to unleash your abilities. For example, it is possible for the magic books that have been implemented to have an ego.]
“What? A spellbook like you has a self?”

A magic book with an ego? Are you saying that you can move like a human on the subject of a book? It’s not something I’ve never experienced before. The Rumi in front of me was also a type of magic book. It’s called Ego Book, similar to Ego Sword.

[A thousand words are worth a thousand words. I’ll show you.]

Rumi nodded his head and released his magical energy towards the books. The number of books floating in the dark space has already exceeded three digits. The moment Rumi’s magical power dwelled in the books, something unexpected happened.

– Whiririk!

Books floating in the air began to flap their wings. It spreads the book cover on both sides like wings and flies freely. The quiet dark space was instantly filled with the sound of wings of books.

“Huh.”

It is literally a flight of books.
The appearance of the books flying all at once in the darkness was truly spectacular. But they don’t just fly.

[Spellbooks with egos are like one wizard. It means that you can use the magic recorded in the book yourself.]

Hundreds of magic books cast magic as if breathing.
Sparks rise around the magic book and lightning strikes.

The beings who were using magic here were magic books, not anyone else.

“Kuk.”

It was difficult to open my eyes because the dark space was instantly covered with a halo of light.
Rumi wasn’t lying when she said that magic books were no different from wizards.

[To use all the magic books I’ve read so far as familiars. That’s my great magic ability. It can be said that it grants power comparable to that of a large army.]

Turning her back to the white light bursting out, Rumi said to me.

[Now, it is the wizard’s turn. I wonder what great magic you can use.]