The Blind SSS-Class Final Boss Is Obsessed With Me

Chapter 19: The Tome of Eldritch Truth

Seraphina nodded, her crimson hair shifting across her shoulders. "I will... come... with... you."

"No," I said, gently pulling my hand back from hers. "I need to go there alone this time."

The sudden change in her aura was immediate. Her blindfolded face tilted toward me, and her posture went rigid and terrifyingly possessive.

"Why...?" she asked, her voice dropping to a low, icy whisper that sent a shudder straight down my spine. "You... leave me...? No... I stay... with... Cian."

She took a slow step forward, reaching out to grab my wrist. She couldn’t understand why I would ever want to step away from her side. To her, every second I spent away from her was a second where something—or someone—might take me away.

I didn’t panic. I knew that if I showed fear now, she would lock me in this room forever.

Instead, I stepped forward, taking her hands into mine before she could grab my wrist. I squeezed her fingers gently, forcing her to focus entirely on my touch.

"I’m not leaving you, Seraphina," I said, keeping my voice soft, calm, and utterly convincing. "There is something in the library I need to confirm. Something about the whispers. I need to check it with my own eyes."

"I... protect you..." she insisted, her fingers tightening around mine. "I... crush... the library... I crush... the whispers..."

"I know you can," I whispered, reaching up with one hand to lightly stroke her cheek, making her lean into my palm like a starved pet. "You are the strongest thing in this world. But if you come with me right now, your dark aura will destroy the delicate ancient pages before I can even read them. You know how sensitive those old spellbooks are to your mana, right?"

She froze. Her head tilted slightly as she considered my words. It was a complete bluff, but she didn’t know that.

"I need you to stay here," I continued, leaning in closer so my breath brushed against her blindfold.

For a long moment she didn’t move.

Finally, the pressure in the air softened. She let out a slow, heavy breath, resting her forehead against my chest for just a second.

"Quickly..." she murmured, her sharp nails lightly tracing my stomach through my shirt. "Come back... to me... quickly. If you... take too long... I will... tear this place... apart."

"I won’t be long," I promised, giving her a reassuring smile before turning on my heel and walking out the door before she could change her mind.

The library was a ghost of its former self. Rows upon rows of shelves, once meticulously organized, were now toppled, their contents scattered across the blood-laden floor.

I walked through the wreckage.

Seraphina’s mental barrier against the whispers of the void held firm, but the faint, insidious hum was still there. They wanted my knowledge, my essence, to unravel me. But I intended to unravel them first.

Valerius!" I called out. "Are you here?"

A rustling from behind a collapsed bookshelf answered me. The Principal, looking disheveled and pale, emerged while clutching a stack of old scrolls to his chest. His eyes were wide with sheer exhaustion.

"Cian?" he asked, his voice shaking. "What are you doing down here?"

I didn’t waste time with small talk. I walked right up to him, my gaze piercing through his nervous posture.

"The void, Valerius," I said, my voice cold and direct. "Tell me everything you know about it."

Valerius stumbled back a step, almost dropping his scrolls. His eyes widened in absolute shock. "T-the void? How do you... why are you asking about that?"

"Don’t play dumb with me," I snapped, taking another step forward. "The rifts aren’t just random magic anomalies, and you know it. The ancient magical texts in this academy have records of the void and the entities residing in it. I need to know what the school has been hiding."

Valerius swallowed hard, his hands trembling violently. "Cian, you don’t understand... the void is forbidden knowledge! It’s not something human minds are meant to touch! The rifts were natural cosmic events, but... if you already know about the void..."

"I know it’s sentient. And I know it’s watching," I stated, my voice completely flat. "So stop wasting my time. Where are the ancient magical texts?"

Valerius stared at me like I was a madman, but my unyielding expression left him no room to argue. He let out a shaky breath and scrambled backward.

"The restricted section," he whispered, his academic instincts finally giving in. "There are texts there... ancient, dangerous. They speak of primordial entities beyond our comprehension. But it’s sealed. Only the First Principal had access to it."

"Where is it?" I demanded.

He led me to a hidden door, disguised as a massive bookshelf, at the very back of the library. It was protected by a complex array of magical seals, glowing with a faint blue light.

Valerius fumbled some words with his repaired staff, trying to activate the unlocking sequence, but his hands were shaking too much.

"It’s no use," he whispered, his face pale. "The mana... it’s too unstable. The old enchantments are failing."

"Step aside," I commanded.

I placed my hand on the cold wood of the door. I closed my eyes, focusing on the faint, chilling hum of Seraphina’s dark power that now permeated every stone of this building.

I didn’t need a spell. I didn’t need a key. I just needed to use that faint magic to open this door and for the last few days, I had gotten a gist of how to do that by reading countless books.

With a low groan, the bookshelf slid open. The blue magical seals, instead of breaking, simply turned pitch-black.

Valerius gasped in absolute awe. "Impossible..."

"Nothing is impossible anymore, Valerius," I said, stepping into the darkness. "Only inconvenient."

The restricted section was a labyrinth of shadows and forgotten knowledge. The air was thick with dust and something metallic and cold. The whispers of the void, though muffled by Seraphina’s shield, seemed to intensify here.

"The Tome of Eldritch Truths," Valerius whispered, pointing to a massive, leather-bound book chained to a pedestal in the center of the room. "It speaks of the ’Architects of the Void,’ beings who exist beyond our understanding. It contains rituals... dangerous ones... that can open pathways to other dimensions."

I walked toward the tome, my heart hammering against my ribs. This was it. The forbidden knowledge. The key to understanding the true nature of the dungeons, of Seraphina, and of my own strange existence here.

As I reached for the book, a faint, ethereal light emanated from its pages and the whispers in my mind spiked violently.

"Cian... danger..."

’Huh?! This voice...? Seraphina?’

Is she talking to me with... What was it called...? Telekinesis, maybe?

"I know," I replied mentally. "But I need this."

I opened the Tome. The pages were made of something that felt like dried skin, covered in glowing symbols.

The language was alien. It wasn’t English... Nor it was any most spoken language here... It was something new, yet somehow, I understood it.

The book spoke of a cosmic war between the Architects of the Void and the Architects of Light. It spoke of realities being consumed, of souls being harvested, and of a prophecy regarding a blind oracle who would one day rise to shatter the veil between worlds.

And then, I saw it. A detailed diagram of a dimensional nexus point. And at its absolute center was a single, blindfolded figure, radiating an immense, terrifying power.

Seraphina?

My breath hitched. The novel had only portrayed her as the ultimate final boss, a mindless force of destruction. But this book painted a completely different picture.

She wasn’t just a monster. She was a key. A living nexus point. Her blindness wasn’t a physical defect; it was a self-imposed seal to prevent her from accidentally unraveling reality itself.

"The dungeons..." I muttered, my mind racing. "They’re not just random monster attacks. They’re probes. The void is searching for her."

Valerius, who had been watching me from a safe distance, gasped. "The prophecy... it speaks of a ’Catalyst.’ A being from beyond this world who would awaken the blind oracle and guide her to her true purpose."

He looked at me, his eyes wide with dawning terror. "You... The prophecy isn’t about... Is it?"

I didn’t answer him.

"The Architects of the Void," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "They want Seraphina. But I won’t let them have her."

I slammed the Tome shut, the whispers in my mind receding back into a dull hum. I had what I needed. Knowledge. And with knowledge came absolute control.

"Valerius," I commanded, turning to the trembling Principal. "Gather all the surviving mages and scholars, anyone with the deep understanding of ancient magic and dimensional magic. I want them to study and analyze this book to the last word."

"Y-yes! Immediately!" he nodded frantically.

"And tell Lyra to double the guards on the outer perimeter," I added, walking past him toward the exit. "The void knows we are here. It’s only a matter of time before it sends something far worse than lesser demons."

I stepped out of the library, the Tome clutched tightly under my arm. As I walked down the quiet corridor, I felt a familiar, freezing wave of dark mana wrapping around me.

Seraphina materialized from the shadows, stepping right into my path. She didn’t say a word, but her arms immediately wrapped around my waist, her head dropping heavily against my chest as if she had been starved of air the entire time I was gone.

"You... came... back..." she whispered softly, her fingers digging possessively into my clothes.

"I told you I would," I said, gently patting her crimson hair.

I looked up at the towering black crystal barrier visible through the high windows, protecting us from the burning, ruined city outside. The void wanted to consume this world using Seraphina, and Kaelen was out there trying to play the tragic hero.

Let them try. I had the story, I had the forbidden knowledge under my arm, and I had the ultimate monster holding my hand.

This game was mine to win.