The decrepit walls and the bloodied floors reminded me of a memory. The silence was itself a sound that echoed in my mind, I could feel my psychic energy twist and turn inside my head. Tips and taps echoed across the halls and rooms as I strode through. I left behind the two and placed a nigh impregnable barrier around them that would last for a day without my intervention. In it, they were warm and somewhat safe from the dangers of nature that raged from beyond the wall.
I decided to personally explore the underground fortress. There wasn’t anything special about most of the rooms but most walls despite the wear and tear had frames hung inside of which were pictures from individuals I came to believe were already long gone. In a single attack, I wiped them out for good. The living quarters were pitiful and if I counted all the bed space, this superstructure could house a thousand at a time if all of its facilities and rooms were used to their full potential. Close to seven hundred were killed but I doubt there would be anyone visiting anytime soon if they had people outside.
The blizzard had gotten stronger and yet the wall seemed to exhibit anomalous properties and prevented the snow and wind from gushing in. I was both wary and thankful for it. I wondered, if I blew a hole through it, would the blizzard rush in?
Probably. That woman saved us from a minor predicament.
After a few minutes of navigating through the halls riddled with corpses, I arrived at my destination.
The door was one foot thick, six feet tall, and 4 feet wide. The door was made from granite and had this massive symbol of a tri-horned horse jumping under a blazing fire carved on its surface.
This was it. The entrance to the library that piqued my interest.
I tried pushing the door open with my hands but to my surprise, the door was stuck.
I sighed and walked back a few steps.
My eyes glowed a dim crimson hue and the door flung open. Whatever was holding it shut cracked as the door swerved both sides. I heard a few consecutive snaps as the hinges got strained and gave up. The entire thing then fell onto the floor and shattered into a hundred pieces as a cloud of dust and smoke went up into the air.
After wrapping my body with a simple barrier to protect me from the cloud of fragments, I walked through and into the library I went. I then saw who blocked the door in the first place, a single man was inside. He was very much dead but his body was mostly intact and in a laid-down position which was strange. I made sure that every one of them was turned into a ball of lifeless flesh.
I walked towards him and knelt near his forsaken body. Like the others, he was wearing a hood but had blonde hair in every part of his body. I peered through his clothes using my enhanced sense and saw what appeared to be a torn page under his garments. Written on it were letters I could not understand that formed a sentence from a language that was too alien for me. Not even my psychic sense could make sense of it without clues.
Recalling what happened before I killed them, they did speak in a way I could understand them but their language was still different. Maybe if I focused more energy on deciphering the words?
It was worth a shot.
Looking at the page using enhanced sense was a bit of a hassle so I did what I should. I tore his garments from his lifeless body and grabbed the page. I then scoured the library for a table and a chair I could use to sit on before proceeding.
I sat down and pulled the chair closer to the table. The table was made out of wood which was a surprise, I kinda expected everything to be made out of stone considering the fact I couldn’t sense a single tree within an immediate kilometer. Imported maybe?
It didn’t really matter, I just found it strange. I placed the torn page over the table and began to scan it with my psychic sense. Enhanced sense and psychic sense were the same in terms of how they were conjured with my psychic energy but were different in terms of I the two are supposed to be used. Enhanced sense allowed me to see through obstructions, sense disturbances in physical and mental reality. Psychic sense, on the other hand, increased my understanding of something I could not fully understand, if for example, I encountered an unfamiliar plant, my psychic sense would try to understand the whats and hows of said plant.
To translate this torn page, I would need to use psychic sense to its fullest due to how alien it was. Unlike in my previous reality where written words followed the exact same rules and syntax of every other known language known to man, this abomination does not according to my initial scan.
With all that said and done, I proceeded.
My eyes glowed a crimson light and a crimson light enveloped the page. The page then floated a few centimeters from the surface of the table as each symbol was scanned and deciphered in my head. My psychic sense also kinda had a mind of its own, it did what it did to achieve what I wanted. Several books from all three sections of the library were wrapped around my psychic energy and pulled into the air. The books then floated near the torn page, opened, and the pages started to get flipped as my psychic sense rummaged through each one.
In the middle of this unorthodox learning process, a couple hundred books floated around me surrounded by a crimson light. Their pages flipped seemingly randomly but all of it was coordinated by my psychic sense.
The process took quite a lot of psychic energy but I wasn’t called the most powerful psychic in the galaxy for nothing.
But, this was no longer my reality.
As I left everything to my psychic sense, I retreated inside my mind to tackle a potentially fatal threat to my existence. There was a chance that in this reality, there was a more powerful psychic than I. The mere thought of which terrified me.
If there was a more powerful psychic out there in this reality then I was in trouble. The more powerful I psychic got, the more paranoid it would become. Unless said psychic managed to eliminate the competition thoroughly, just like how I did. If that was the case then that psychic would not hesitate to kill me the moment I revealed my powers.
Tsk.
To combat this, I would need to increase my psychic power and further improve my ability. There was no longer a safe space for me to be complacent. This world, as far as I could tell, was an unstable world full of the unknown that I don’t understand yet. The unknown is, was, and will always be humanity’s greatest fear and as a human with psychic abilities, that applied to me as well.
Just as I was about to plan how exactly I was going to improve my psychic power, my psychic sense had finished. I returned to my normal senses. The books that were floating fell down at the same time as my psychic grip left each. The torn page flew a few meters before crashing onto the floor.
I was then bombarded by a flurry of information that came from the hundreds of books my psychic sense had translated.
It was too much.
It wasn’t too much knowledge, but everything written on these books was...
Fantasy nonsense.
Magic? Holy churches? Deities? Demon lords and heroes? What the hell was up with these books! My mind began to ache, this was just too much nonsense for me. I stood from my chair abruptly causing the chair to fall over. The ache in my head worsened and I began to walk away confused. I reflexively placed my hands on my head as the pain continued to soar.
I screamed in pain as the psychic sense finally unleashed the information it had garnered. It was all too much, I was bombarded by visions of beings you could only see from fantasy books, creatures that should not even exist, demons.. elves...
My body numbed. This was a problem, whenever my head hurt it only meant two things. My psychic energy was going bananas or I had overloaded myself with something I could not understand. My psychic energy was fine but why.
I fell on my chest and hit the ground hard. This had never happened to me before even when I infiltrated the library world of Goria. At least those books made sense.
These books.. did not make any sense.
Maybe that’s why. I always hated nonsense. I was overloaded with nonsense I could not understand.
I felt my eyes slowly succumb to fatigue. I wasn’t going to die since my psychic abilities weren’t going haywire. No, I was merely falling unconscious.
This was bad. The little girl was going to wake up in a few hours and the woman an hour after her. I needed to wake up before then but in this situation, I had no control.
I was foolish. I should have just used one book.
My eyes finally closed and my thoughts retreated. I just hoped that the little girl would do fine. Maybe I should have killed the woman after all
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