Chapter 125: 125
Zeke had completed the mission in the fourth month.
In the fifth month, he dedicated most of his time to his students. They had passed the reading phase and the practice phase. Now, he scheduled dungeon raids. They had enjoyed the comfort of the Crucible for long enough. Most of the time, he left them to his echo body.
One day in the fifth month — one of the days he trained his students with his main body — they went to an S-ranked dungeon. Dean had bought the right to solo the boss. The students and Zeke teased Dean as he rested on Sam and Kenshin while they carried him out.
Then Zeke sensed a burst of aura. A familiar aura, though he could not pinpoint it as it died down immediately. The aura was not his concern at the time, but he had sensed another aura accompanied by a refreshing scent. Both the aura and the scent died down within seconds. But Zeke could tell it had come from the academy.
As he prepared to head to the academy, the system sent a notification. Zeke rolled his eyes and cursed Zero internally.
[You’ve received an EX-Ranked Memoir: The First World & The Tower — A Memoir]
A memoir? EX-ranked? Zeke tilted his head at the absurdity.
"I’ll be back... Maybe." Zeke left an echo body and teleported.
In his hurry, he did not notice the Winchesters and Kenshin looking toward the academy as well.
The students had found out that the professor they saw most of the time was an echo body — a use of Virelle’s ability. It was the owner of the ability herself who had discovered it.
"You look fake," she had said after two days of simmering in her thoughts about the professor’s strangeness.
"This is an echo body. Shoo. Don’t disturb me." Zeke told the truth immediately. He did not care if the students knew or not. They understood Virelle’s ability and knew the two bodies shared the same awareness. But seeing him blatantly leave an echo body left them speechless.
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{Shameless, shameless — that’s how you make me feel.} Zero sang in Zeke’s head as Zeke teleported to the house.
"Shut up. What do you think this memoir is about?"
{The first floor and the Tower.} Zero deadpanned.
"Way to go, retired assistant." Zeke rolled his eyes before exhaling.
The system had given him three EX-ranked gifts recently — the Crucible, [Nirvana], and now this memoir. It seemed it would hold some secrets.
Zeke summoned the "book" from his inventory.
It was a plain white sheet. He cast Observation on the paper — mostly to check if he had been scammed.
[STATUS WINDOW]
[Item: The First World & The Tower — A Memoir
Type: A paper — what did you expect?
Description: This is a memoir I wrote when I was pissed one certain time. How did you find it? Well, it was inevitable someone would find it. I wrote it so that people would find it. And are you so stupid? Using an observation ability on a piece of paper you could easily read. What a child, making me write this description. Tsk. You’re lucky I’m writing this when I’m a tad bit happy. I wouldn’t have written it otherwise. Go on, read. Fill your head with knowledge your puny existence might otherwise never know.]
What a rude bastard.
"Is he the same person who wrote the description of [Nirvana]?"
{More than fifty percent chance. The fact that he can affect the Tower is quite worthy of being EX-ranked.}
"Because a bastard wrote on a piece of paper."
{Read the additional part.}
"There’s an additional part?"
[This is also indestructible and inevitable. Once you’ve found it, it’s yours for eternity — if you live that long. But... it has no attack or defensive ability. My paper will not be used to protect you. If you want it, come find me. If you survive in my presence, you might just become indestructible. I’m shrugging. You can’t see me.]
"Is this a ’humble’ brag? This guy is annoying. Get a load of this guy. ’If you survive, you just might be indestructible.’ Bastard."
{You should not curse people like that. Fiction has proven that they might have the ability to know if you curse them.}
{Especially if they made a piece of paper indestructible by standing near it — or writing in it.}
"Shut up. Lemme see what’s worthy of someone like him writing."
Zeke held the paper and read.
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[The First World & The Tower — A Memoir]
[The Tower is the core of the universe. Not a metaphor. Not a symbol. The core. Everything else — galaxies, worlds, the ants who crawl across them — exists because the Tower exists first. It created the first life. It gave the Devas their task: build the scaffolding. Galaxies and worlds, the architecture of existence.
The Devas built. Then they created the True Beings and gave them a different task: fill the scaffolding with life.
That is the division. Devas make the container. True Beings make the contents.
The worlds inside the Tower are the ones connected most directly to the core. The first worlds, the old worlds, the ones that have seen everything and survived most of it. Worlds have been created and destroyed in the Tower. Whole floors erased. The %% floor where the &@#%$! resided is one example. There are others. There will be more.
Now. The question you’re not asking but should be: if the Devas were tasked with creating the first galaxies and worlds, what about the ones that come after?
The system works. That’s the answer. Once a functioning system is in place, galaxies spawn on their own. Any moment. Anywhere. The universe doesn’t need Devas to hold its hand forever. Sometimes they do intervene — create special universes, make exceptions — but we don’t talk about things outside the Tower.
The same goes for races. True Beings created the first ones. After that, life sprang up on its own. That is the rule: once the first is created, iterations follow. Watered down, most of them. Copies of copies of copies. One example of a watered-down iteration are Immortals. If you want to know more about them, find my other memoirs. Don’t bother me.
How does one world contain all life in the universe?
You would ask that. Of course you would.
Forgive me. I have a temper issue. I hope to calm it by writing this. And again: you should be privileged to read this —
I’ll spare you the pride of being insulted by me.
Servers. That’s the word I’m looking for. Like the games those ants play in their little cubicles they call planets.
A certain galactic quadrant shares a server on a certain floor. In that server, you could meet a person from planet Y while standing on planet B, in galaxy G. The Tower connects them. The Tower connects everything.
There are infinite servers in the Tower. There are infinite galaxies in the universe. This is not a coincidence.
Galaxies are destroyed and created every day. Don’t be shocked.
The "NPCs" you see are not NPCs in the sense that you would find the same ones in another server. That is impossible. They are only called NPCs because they do not climb the Tower. Their lives begin and end in their little cubicle. They are not scripts. They are people. They are just people who never leave.
A floor administrator administers infinite servers. All of them. Every galaxy, every world, every cubicle connected to that floor.
Some say administration is a nice job. Comes with nice perks.
Yes. But it’s limiting.
I know. I’ve been an administrator.
You get to be the strongest. That’s the perk. In your world, your floor, no one can touch you.
But that’s only true if a god does not get bored and come to visit.
They can’t actually do anything to you — it’s against the rules. But they can mess with your rules. A little nudge here, a little nudge there. The power limit can be raised just high enough to exceed the power level you’ve been given. Their planted seeds can burst out with power stronger than yours. They can kill you. Then one of their people takes the role.
Imagine killing for a boring role.
Why am I spiteful?
My avatar just died. The same thing happened to him. I killed the god and everyone related to him, though. Heh. I destroyed that floor as well. If I can’t have it, let the Tower create another one.
But because of that incident, you get to read this memoir. So be happy.
Like I said, I won’t give you the pride of being insulted by me.
Fucking perverts.
That was not an insult.
Let’s talk about the first floor.
It was boring for a while. They did change it, eventually. If you’re lucky, they’ll have changed it again by the time you read this. Or maybe this will be for the past.
That’s almost impossible, though. I’ve seen that they keep it as is for a long time. I just can’t see past a certain —
Hmm. You’re back?
Hah. I look forward to that time, &@#%$!
Back to my ramblings.
The first floor is a world fought for by angels and demons. It has a power limit at first-tier saint.
What a stupid name. There’s no need for power levels with ants. They are all the same anyway.
After the war — which can be as long as the main character of the world makes it — there is a hundred-year peace. Then the main storyline starts. Another MC is chosen.
Who wins gets the MC in their coalition. The MC doesn’t always win. They just progress the easiest and quickest. They give a higher chance of victory.
Who wins also gets to decide how the world moves during the hundred-year peace. That decision affects how the next main storyline plays out.
Angels hardly involve themselves in the battles. They have their champions fight. When humans win, angels get a lot of Providence for their section of Heaven.
I write about Heaven separately. Well, not separately. It’s a package deal with angels. I don’t really care for a plane created by children.
Though I can’t lie — the Tower spiced it up. Imagine a plane connected to all the galaxies in the universe.
I hope you understand that when I say "galaxies," I mean the worlds inside them. I’m just being lazy. I’m unrepentant.
What else am I missing?
The servers follow general trends. Demons versus angels. Main storylines. MCs.
But different NPCs. Different empires. Different situations.
The NPCs in a server are well aware of the Tower. They can choose to climb or not. Once they choose to, they begin their trials.
That’s all you’ll be getting. I’m sleepy. I get sleepy when I’m excited. The &@#%$! is coming.
I think I knew about it. I just forgot. I might even forget I know right now.
As much as he’s exciting, he’s boring. Oh, I can play with her, but she’s in a faraway time.
Yeah. I’m going to sleep.
Fuck off.
And it’s not an insult]
