It was felt. Right in front of you was a door leading to another phased dimension. I went there and opened the door as my senses told me to.
It is expressed as opening a door, but it would be more accurate to say that it finds a fine crack in the dimension and squeezes into it.
The door is open. Unlike the fantasy world that Ctula had created, this place was invisible. It was black darkness. It wasn’t something invisible like a dimensional hole, it was just pure darkness with no light.
I lit the light with magic and looked inside. The interior, illuminated by light, was like looking at the ruins of an ancient civilization.
In a word, it’s just ruins. There are traces of something living there, but it is presumed to be in the very distant past.
If there is a difference from ordinary historical sites, it is that there is not a single weed in this place. Without light and water, life would not have been possible.
I thought a little bit about whether or not to go inside. It’s because I don’t know how this phase dimension is maintained, and I don’t know what lies at the end of that perfect darkness. But in the end, I had to go in to find out the answer.
As I entered, the gap I had created closed. Let’s create several more large light sources to illuminate the surroundings. A look similar to the heavenly scenery I heard from Christian was revealed.
Buildings that looked like they were going to collapse at any moment but showed the splendid days of the past, and beautiful old trees withered as if they would crumble if touched even slightly, were regularly lined up.
It seems that it came to the right place, but the problem was that the owner was not there. It was difficult to find the house with an address, but the owner who went to meet him had left the house. First of all, there is no life here. And it was certain that Mnemosyne, the owner of this place, was not there either.
The inside was much wider than what Christian had been told. It may have grown in scale after Kristian went.
At least, I walked along the marble road, which is in its most intact form. According to Christian’s words, at the end of this road there will be a temple to Mnemosyne, who was the chief of this place.
After walking for some time, I found the first trace that someone had lived here. In the middle of a large plaza, a corpse with only a few skeletons was lying leaning against a statue of what was supposed to be a fountain.
There was nothing unusual about the remains. At least there were no signs of a murder. As I walked, I saw no sign that something had been fought here.
And as we walked along the road, the visible remains began to increase. I haven’t checked it myself, but there are probably quite a few bones in the houses that line the sides. According to Christian, there were a lot of scholars living here.
And finally, at the end of the road, I saw a mansion that was a little bigger and more colorful than the other buildings. I heard that it was a temple where a god lived, but no matter how I looked at it, it looked far from a temple.
And around it, there were so many remains that it was incomparable to the previous ones. By the time we got close to the mansion, there was no room to set foot.
I thought many people died here because they couldn’t enter the mansion, but the door to the mansion was open. Based on the front door of the mansion, the inside was rather clean, with no remains.
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It was a fairly large mansion, so I was a little worried about how to find traces of Mnemosyne here. I’m not pressed for time, but I’m not the kind of person who has too much time.
entered the mansion. The door to the mansion wasn’t even locked. Rather, the hinge of the old door could not withstand the force I had to open it, and it fell off and fell to the floor, making a loud noise.
Even though I made such a loud noise, there was no reaction from the people around me. If something was still left here, it would have reacted.
Still, there was a part that was a little reassuring. The exterior was built in a unique architectural style, so the interior structure might have been complicated, but the interior structure was simpler than ordinary mansions.
This is simply a big house. There is no restaurant and no place for servants to stay. Some gods I know love to eat, but Mnemosyne, the owner of this mansion, seems not to have.
According to Christian, Mnemosyne lived alone in this large mansion. In that sense, this place is a temple. It’s like a giant build of the old cabin where Howard lives.
Since it was not a place where people lived, it was a mistake to think of it as a normal house. If we were to build a house for people who do not sleep, do not eat, do not buy cheap, and do not need entertainment, it will be like this.
Inside this spacious mansion there are only a few large rooms. In the center of the uppermost floor, we entered a large room where Mnemosyne was believed to have stayed.
Even if it was the room where God stayed, there was not much difference. Even in this large room, the only furniture was a table and a few chairs. There was nothing there, so there was nothing to look for.
If at least there was something like a picture hanging on the wall, I would have looked for something like a safe behind it, but there wasn’t even such a thing.
It must have been Mnemosyne’s chair in the center of the room, slightly larger than the other chairs and decorated with splendid carvings.
There was nothing to look for, so I approached with the idea of looking into it. Then, it was on the seat of the chair that was hidden by the table, as if it had been left to be taken.
It was there that it is presumed to be called by many nouns such as the emerald tombstone, the first letter, and the tablet.
I had been told what it looked like from Kristian, but it wasn’t what I thought it would be. It wasn’t emerald, and I didn’t feel any divine power or magical power.
I did not readily reach out. It looked like a brick the size of a palm, and I doubted whether it was a real tablet.
I put the tablet in front of me and stood there and pondered for a while. Again, there was no other option. Even if this was a trap, I had no choice but to get my hands on it.
The moment I reached out and grabbed the tablet, I was so surprised that I almost let go of the tablet I was holding. For a moment, I felt as if the tablet and I were connected.
As if I was recording my memories by connecting my mind to the record book, on the contrary, an enormous amount of information started flowing into me from the tablet.
This was not something I could control. It’s like it was prepared for this to work. I’d never actually been hit like that, but it felt like I was hit in the back of the head with a hammer. In the midst of my mind’s confusion, I saw the tablet, which had been the same color as the dull bricks, glowing emerald. It seems that this is why the formula of emerald or something was added.
Still, I didn’t lose my mind. Soon, the information pouring in from the tablet ended.
“Damn it”
When I looked at the tablet in my hand as it turned into a dull brick again, I cursed. This information, forcibly embedded in my head, was about why this situation had come to this for some reason. And it was about the many gods that existed here. To sum up, this was a help signal of sorts.
The gods who existed in this world did not die. still exist in this world. The tablet also told me who the gods were and how to find them.
But do I really have to do it? if you do it’s not According to the reckoning of the gods, what reward would I have even if I saved these gods?
Of course, if you think of Christian or Merlin, you might be able to save at least Mnemosyne and Anu.
And information about Zurvan was also entered. I just need to save Mnemosyne, Anu, and even Zurvan and then go back.
But even this had its downside. Who is the existence that made all these gods suddenly lose their power and disappear one day? Of course he is He is the only being in all dimensions who can have this power. Can I disobey what he did?
It is a tablet that fulfills its calling and exerts all its strength, but it is taken and left the mansion. The phase dimension, which had been maintained with minimal operation, had run out of life and was collapsing.
Everything in this space began to slowly disappear. There was no time. If it stays still, it may disappear along with this phase dimension. I opened the door by returning to the place where I entered this place by deploying space movement at full speed.
As soon as I saw a gap, I quickly got out of there. When I came out, this place was not where I entered.
Contrary to the place I entered, the temperature here was hot and I could see trees that only grow in hot areas. And between the trees, I could see the endless sea.
When I used flying magic to rise into the air, I saw that this place was a very small island. The surroundings are vast with nothing.
Although it is such a place, there are traces of people presumed to have lived on the island. On top of a tall tree, there was something like a house made by weaving tree trunks together at a primitive level. When I went down there, there was also a pair of remains, presumably male and female.
He was probably the one who escaped from the ruins of Mnemosyne like the Vikings. It seemed that he died without being able to escape from the sea on all sides. No matter how much knowledge he accumulated there, he would not have been able to escape this place.
Come to think of it, Kristian is very lucky. There were some that came out of the place where they entered, but as they became Mnemosyne’s apostles, they gained the power close to eternal life.
Come to think of it, Junon’s apostles, the saints, live a normal life and die.
Eternal life is never a good thing. From the point of view of the gods I know, it would be convenient to give them eternal life and continue to serve them, but changing their apostles every 50 years or 100 years at most would be very troublesome. However, although Junon’s saints have excellent divine power, they do not have tremendous power, so they cannot solve the mission given by the gods. In fact, it is the role of a messenger receiving an oracle.
Of course, I don’t know very well about gods, and if you look at Howard, even if he is a god, he may have a unique existence or taste, but it seems to be true that Junon is also a being who loves humans.
Anyway, since I don’t know exactly where this uninhabited island is attached, I had no choice but to summon connected alter egos to the surroundings and figure out the location.
In the meantime, I looked at the records left by the old remains that seem to have ended their lives here.
Surprisingly, the two met and got married in the space of Mnemosyne. And it seemed that after living in it for a very long time, it came out. And life here didn’t seem too bad. It would have been impossible if we were alone, but it was possible because we were together.
While reading the couple’s log, my location was determined. It was a nameless uninhabited island between Asia and Africa. Before leaving, I burned the records of the two couples.
I had several options. He could have gone to Merlin or he could have gone directly to Zurvan. And there were a few other options as well. After thinking about it for a while, I made up my mind and started moving.
The place I arrived was a provincial town of the Ottoman Empire. This is a place that is experiencing serious difficulties in the aftermath of recent famine and plague.
Even there, I couldn’t help but frown when I showed up in a back alley where the poor lived.