Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 274



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Episode 274. Forbidden Knowledge (4)

Isaac and Baschul staggered back as a loud scream echoed throughout the secret vault.

As the librarian’s voice echoed here and there, boxes began to rattle and make a scene in various places in the bookshelves. Feeling anxious that the boxes would break at any moment and something would jump out, the librarian slammed his cane down on the floor.

In an instant, a powerful force overwhelmed the surroundings and crushed the boxes that were running wild. Isaac held his breath and watched the librarian.

Basch asked urgently.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know who opened the coffin first, but the person inside died as the white plague progressed.”

It means that someone has stolen the ‘knowledge’.

It is unclear whether that is the name of the nameless chaos, but in any case, it is a terrible crime for the librarian to commit trespassing and damage materials, and it deprives Isaac of the opportunity to obtain the materials he wanted.

Isaac knew of no place where he could find out the name of Chaos, other than the secret vaults of the Censorship Bureau, so he was essentially screwed.

But more than that, Isaac felt anxious that the aftermath of this incident might lead to the arrival of the Blind Watchman.

‘I have to kill the librarian to buy some time… … .’

“Sir, I’m not sure, but wasn’t the coffin open from the beginning?”

Then suddenly Baschul spoke to the librarian. The librarian’s eyes turned around and flashed.

“what?”

“Isn’t a secret storage a place where no one dares come in and tamper with it? Then, isn’t it that it was stored incorrectly from the beginning? I think that if someone had opened the coffin, the people inside would have come out and wandered around… … .”

Is it trespassing or poor management?

Either way, the librarian cannot avoid responsibility, but the librarian seemed to be thinking about it again. Although he is doing his best to manage the secret storage, it is not perfect.

Soon, Baschul and the librarian began to whisper and speculate about the state of the surroundings of the coffin and whether there had been an intruder.

Isaac let out a sigh of relief as the worst-case scenario of the librarian calling in a blind watchman to investigate seemed to have been averted.

‘But in the end, we still haven’t figured out the name of the nameless chaos. What kind of guy is that…?’

Isaac looked around, groaning, to see if there were any other clues. Fortunately, this was the secret archives of the Censorship Bureau. There was a good chance that there would be other clues.

At that moment, Isaac’s eyes caught sight of a bookshelf filled with Bibles.

Books were a bit more tame than giant boxes or unidentifiable monsters. Maybe I could find something helpful there.

Isaac was looking through the books on the shelf when his gaze suddenly stopped at one place.

To be exact, it stopped at the author’s name rather than the title of the book.

Snowy owl.

Isaac reached out without realizing it, then stopped. The Librarian had just gone berserk because the seal had been torn off without permission, and he couldn’t possibly touch another seal right in front of him.

But the tentacles didn’t seem to think so.

Before Isaac could even pull his hand back, the tentacle that had crawled out without his knowledge took out the book. Without even being able to retrieve it, the tentacle tore the book’s seal in one breath.

It was lighter than tearing off a piece of toilet paper.

As soon as the seal was torn, the tentacles began chewing through the book. They literally tore open their mouths, and tore the book apart with their fangs and teeth.

Drum, drum, thud.

Isaac was shocked and grabbed the tentacle, but for some reason, the tentacle resisted his will and forcibly ate the book.

This was the first time I had acted so unruly, aside from my time at the monastery when I was young.

As if this was something Isaac absolutely needed to do.

The next moment, the title of the book appeared in Isaac’s mind. It was not what he saw, but the contents of the book that the tentacle was devouring, seeping into his mind through his nerves. The tentacle was ‘devouring’ the contents of the book.

I don’t know if this makes sense, but it was happening to Isaac.

The book was titled ‘On the Threads That Bind Urbansus’.

Author: White Owl.

And the first sentence started with, ‘I am an unselling writer.’

***

I am a writer who does not sell. But is that my fault? It is just that my tastes do not match those of the people of this era. People’s tastes are always changing and unpredictable. Just by following the same flow, I will definitely be able to join the mainstream.

It’s been 170 years since I sneaked into the secret library of Lichtheim in search of materials, was caught by a blind guard, and became a famous angel.

The first battle with Elril, which I took on after becoming an angel, was fun and refreshing. However, I felt sorry that I always failed to write the plausibility of Urbansus, perhaps because there were no angels who were writers. To be honest, this is my opinion, but if you only consider revising Urbansus, I think it would be better to have a writer like me rather than a great priest or paladin.

For example, Ruaddin.

While I am an unsellable writer, this kid… … no, this respected angel is born with an excellent sense. I am sure it is because he spent a lot of time alone and daydreaming while working as a lighthouse keeper.

The complex and difficult laws of the world were explained in a way that even a fool could understand, and through metaphors that people could sympathize with, people came to understand the providence of the world. Now, priests know that lightning is not the wrath of the thunder god, but a phenomenon in which the positive and negative poles of thunderclouds separate and are guided to different points.

People came to believe that this world was ‘really’ made that way.

This world gives miracles to those who want them.

If you want this world to be made up of ‘that’ order, then it will be made up of ‘that’ order. Whoever controls hegemony will become the order of the world.

Now, under the market order established by best-selling author Ruaddin, even other gods are eager to follow his writing and sentences.

Because that’s what the people, the believers, the market wants.

That is, this world itself is a miracle of the law of light.

A world that operates under the stable, solid, and sturdy ‘laws of physics’. A world that guarantees tomorrow the same future as today. A world where the intensity of light dominates the world.

He personally cut and carved the world and created the wonderful world we have today, so he is truly the foremost angel of the Code of Light, worthy of the reputation of being the first believer and the first pope. Non-mainstream writers like me would be busy hiding in our rooms and being jealous.

Now the world may wonder why there are so many poems praising the beauty of the sixth season and the purple moon.

(syncopation)

However, if there is a shortcoming for Ruaddin, it is that, contrary to his delusions, this work is not written alone. Ruaddin would like to claim the greatest share, but he has limitations as he is only stealing the name of the Code of Light. At least nine manuscripts are serialized every day, and only one of them is woven into the present and presented as a thread to become history.

But does it end with history? This world, humans, us, and all things are made of miracles. If the world is made as people believe, it also means that people believe the way the world is made. Because people have the inertia to believe that ‘the world is originally like that.’

Attempts to change the collective consciousness of the people—Urbansus—are also made in the same context.

Even three people can create a catharsis that didn’t exist before.

Let’s say there is an orphan whose parents drowned in the river. However, if the people around the child continue to insist that the child’s parents were torn apart or devoured by Caltaralis, the orphan will develop memories and emotions that do not exist and will harbor hatred. Since this world is created according to what is believed, the alteration of history even brings about physical changes.

This method cannot help but seem attractive to new writers as a way to turn things around. They believe that if they create a world where sex, violence, destruction, immortality, and the unknown are ‘naturally’ abundant instead of the boring and uninteresting world of idiots that Ruaddin has organized, they too can become well-selling writers.

But of course, not many people have succeeded in that attempt, except for that idiot with the world’s greatest intelligence and dignity, no, Ruaddin.

Of course, there are top box office writers that even Luaddin couldn’t surpass.

Praise to Chaos, who always brings wrath to Ruaddin with his absurd developments based on luck, coincidence, and talent.

(syncopation)

Attempting to change existing history is not an easy task. Since many people already believe that history is ‘naturally so’, it is no different from rebelling against the consensus of their will. This is something that even angels have difficulty enduring, and if that history is intertwined with the interests of other angels, the situation becomes even more difficult.

Therefore, the author summarizes the conditions necessary for the Urbansus transformation into three.

First, the writer.

First, we need a divine being, an angel, who can contemplate and move through Urbansus.

The time and vision of angels are multidimensional beyond the comprehension of ordinary humans. To observe Urbansus, an angel is absolutely necessary. And to prevent interference by meddlesome angels, at least one angel is absolutely necessary. Angels are always sincere in holding each other back. This is true even for angels of the same faith.

Second, probability.

Don’t forget that historical revision is basically a ‘remake of an existing novel’. This is as difficult as claiming that 1+2 was originally 4. In order for 1+2 to become 4, it requires storytelling about how 1 met 2 and had a beautiful and happy time, how they had a tragic separation due to 3’s sinister plan, but how they finally overcame adversity and became 4.

Through this process, the author will be able to convince humans enough to conclude that 1+2 is more appropriate than 4. Of course, if both the angel and the protagonist survive until then.

Third, the main character.

Prepare a creature (preferably one with suitable intelligence) who can be selected as an agent and come into direct contact with the world.

The agent is the main character of the historical change. Since people are excited about the birth of a hero, they can overlook minor errors that occur in the birth of the hero (why does this main character not even go to the bathroom and why do people around him just cheer him on no matter what he does).

For the same reason, angels should never be the main characters, but should only assist the agent or restrain other angels. If angels become the main characters, people will feel that the change in history is unreasonable. This will lead to serious plausibility errors and failure.

In addition, the agent must first be a being with a strong mind and will to endure without being crushed by the pressure of Urbanus. If one is crushed by social pressure before even changing history, then at that point, nothing can be done.

As an aside, I would like to add one more thing about timeliness. In the case of history that happened too recently, there is a high probability of failure because many people still have vivid memories. Also, in the case of a large time period that angels are paying attention to, the probability of being held back is also high.

That means there are opportunities to make changes in seemingly trivial and insignificant times.

At this point, some readers may be wondering how to prevent historical correction.

To conclude, it does not exist.

Although it is possible to prevent serious distortions due to the checks and obstructions of angels, there is no way to prevent intervention itself. However, there is a way to make it difficult to change history.

One, the multiple input of historical variables. The more complex the interests of the faiths become, the more difficult it becomes to touch them.

Second, make clear the purpose of the direction in which history will flow. If the purpose is suddenly deviated from, readers will feel seriously confused.

Third, if you really don’t want it, you’ll bring chaos into it. No one can predict the outcome. Not even you.

I was very good at these, and even that elf was no match for me.

This is perhaps the greatest example of the adage, ‘the pen is mightier than the sword.’

(syncopation)

In the same vein, the lighthouse keeper is also a great writer for a prophet, but his recent appearance ultimately feels like he is unable to overcome his roots. His attempt to replace the chaos he hates so much is bound to fail. People want a tomorrow that changes as much as a stable future. They want tomorrow to be better, better, bigger, and grander. But they also don’t want it to just get better.

Frankly, I wonder if these stuffy priests even know anything about pacing, plausibility, clichés, suffering, recognition, and reward… … .

***

“Isaac!”

Isaac came to his senses as a hand shook him roughly. He looked around and saw Baschul shaking him by the shoulder. And beyond that shoulder, the eyes of the librarian were fixedly looking at him.

“What are you doing now? Have you tampered with the seal?”

Before Baschul could say anything, the librarian asked.

Isaac felt that the moment he was in front of him was not much different from the moment he swallowed the book, but his mind was busy organizing the contents of the book. The moment he hesitated and hesitated to answer, the librarian spoke coldly.

“Dera Heman, to the secret vault immediately. The purple has been destroyed.”