Chapter 95 Return to Reality (Revised)
Before knowing how many times the number nine can be classified into the words used in this library, Morse found that he first needed to solve the "words" The problem of definition of this term.
Later he decided to abide by tradition and not classify films that could be projected on paper as text.
He randomly selected from the ninety-nine books of various sizes on the bookshelf, opened a book that recorded the history of a planet on the edge of the galaxy, and witnessed with boredom the immigration from humans thousands of years ago. How a small group of ancient humans who got off the ship were quickly killed by local plants on the edge planet.
Other books that do not have pictures or have their own voices have about thirty-six lines on each page, and each line contains ninety-nine words.
All books have a certain infinite quality. You can't find the first page if you turn forward, and you can't find the last page if you turn backward. Once you let go of any page, you won't be able to find it again the next time.
This does not mean that any book is all-inclusive. In fact, every book is also confusing and incomplete in knowledge. Any systematic knowledge you want to learn must be in There is a gap at a certain point.
Which came earlier, the birth of the real universe or the library in this fortress of Tzeentch, is no longer easy to verify. The only pity is that all human writing must include a certain fixed format.
This frames an imperceptible but completely sad limitation in the infinite realm, that is, there is still a kind of exhaustion in the realm that claims infinite change.
This is a subtle psychological activity. If a person learns that there is an ever-changing library in the world that can collect infinite knowledge in the world, then he will immediately feel a sense of joy and happiness, as if he also owns this treasure house of knowledge and wisdom. Take ownership and immediately start imagining brave new worlds with this treasure trove.
Infinite knowledge brings infinite answers, and infinite answers hide infinite hope. This is a sweet wine that anyone who has expectations for the future cannot resist.
As long as you have witnessed enough dazzling light and seen a breathtaking beauty and miracle, dreams will grow out of your heart. No matter how far the end is, you will arrogantly embrace the door of heaven and sprinkle it. The light below is just like the glorious future of mankind is already within reach.
Morse put down another book. In the library where Tzeentch did not distinguish between past and future, speculation and reality, he saw several visions of the future.
The galaxy is always burning, and all once-glorious races are coming to an end. Change is eternal.
And more than once he read how someone who pursued the light watched everything he owned decay and collapse - he was not referring to Magnus.
Of course not himself. He just happened to see himself on a certain floor of bookshelves wandering in another future or past; but in this crystal palace outside of time and space, he saw more than just himself. .
A few unlucky giants who looked like other Primarchs created by the Emperor from their size, some unfamiliar or familiar Eternals, some Astartes with sky blue armor and gold rims, and some various other Such a mortal. He even saw another person whose appearance was somewhat similar to his. Morse looked away at the first sight of him.
Morse does not deny that he was once surprised by the infinite knowledge stored here. But for anyone who is more concerned about the progress of human civilization, it is almost impossible to walk out of this library. choose.
But Morse is picky enough.
He has not seen any book on how the subspace should die. Similarly, there is very little forbidden knowledge about the gods themselves in the other major realms of chaos.
This obviously once again proves the infinite loophole: the usurper of the path, the lord of wizards, the creator of destiny, the lord of all changes, the god of change... It lives in infinite changes and eternal transformations, using it to endless The lies and truth have reshaped reality countless times, but its infinity is also limited.
A simple analogy, the number of integers is infinite, but it is not too much in infinity.
"It's very nice here." Morse said, "There are many treasures in this library, although none of them are really useful."
He slapped away a passing one. The fear monster heard this and felt deeply insulted, causing it to twist in the golden flames: "I'm actually a little grateful to you for inviting me here, because I found that there are still things that go back and forth in your ever-changing library. The monotonous, disorderly and infinite knowledge still retains absurd limitations, and the changing library still needs administrators to maintain order. It is difficult to imagine what kind of extremely boring people would come to you to pursue the truth.”
< br>Morse took off the hood on his head and the scarf that protected him from the wind and sand, causing Tzeentch to light a cluster of golden fire at the edge of his transformed robe.
Regarding the palace of Tzeentch, he did not completely deny it. At least here, the connection between him and his body does seem to be too looming.
It seemed that Tzeentch had made some better-than-nothing efforts to keep him, just to show the fate-maker's attitude towards him. However, if he leaves like this, Morse will lose a piece of cake to the Umpertian who has unlimited time.
Morse took two books from the bookshelf and dropped them at his feet, along with the clothes Tzeentch had given him, and together with some angry Horrors provided fuel for the cursed fire. He spread his arms, calmly controlling the fire that burned from the cursed body.
The broken pages of the book were flying around him, and the golden and red flying ash fell towards the node he designated, tearing a crack in the library. The connection with the real body immediately became clear, like an iron rope, it can be easily Cling to hold on tight.
He could leave peacefully, but if he came here rarely, he would always leave something behind.
How to bring trouble to a Lord of infinite wisdom who is not afraid of failure, sees change as joy, and desires a wide range of knowledge and great destiny?
Morse believes that instead of fighting with it endlessly, it is better to provide it with a good question worth thinking about.
From a more macro perspective, the holes left by the burned books form a line of text that penetrates several layers of books, leaving permanent traces in the infinite library.
Morse decided to leave a question to Tzeentch to answer.
"Tzeentch, when will you die?"
The Lord of Change is destined to be unable to resist answering questions, and Mors sincerely hopes that it can find the answer in its infinite treasure house of knowledge. Otherwise, it will long ponder its demise. The Lord of the Infinite remains a prisoner of the Finite.
Falling back into the real universe, ignoring the strange scream of scratching and screaming coming from the center of the Crystal Maze, this time Morse woke up from the closet in Perturabo's office and found that he The cuffs of his black robe were hung on a hanger and tied with a knot to hold them in place.
Perhaps this is still a little better than waking up and finding yourself lying on an anvil.
He took himself off the coat rack, but did not find Perturabo in the office.
From the speed and direction of the battle barge, it can be seen that the entire fleet is accelerating towards Prospero.
Morse connects his various works to examine their status. The body he left behind in Prospero is still packed in a cloth bag and hung safely on the wall of someone's house.
To Morse's surprise, the young body he had built for Perturabo had been burned clean by self-destruction.
His brows twitched slightly, looking in the direction of Prospero.
An Iron Warrior entered the room holding documents, and the door that opened automatically proved that he had obtained the authorization of the original body. After seeing the sudden appearance of Morse, the other party took a step back and glanced at the door number of the office.
"Nador." Morse remembered his name, "Go find your original body."
Sliding Kneel × 2...I'm so sorry...
(End of this chapter)