Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 4

Delia and Dyon emerged from the elevator onto the bottom floor of the towering underwater edifice.

Dyon gazed upward in astonishment. ‘This library is enormous. It covers the full right half of the building. 1000 meters of books? That’s insane.’

“This library is merely one of six. Every one of the six pillars devotes an entire half to one. Plus, there’s the central pillar’s main library, though it’s considerably smaller.” Delia explained, sensing Dyon’s fascination.

Thanks to a hidden entrance in the elevator, they now faced a desk far too opulent for a mere reception area.

A breezy yet manly voice echoed forth. “Delia! Good to see you. And who’s this companion of yours? Already strolling with boys, eh? Not sure the Head would approve.”

Dyon shifted his gaze from the colossal desk and boundless shelves to a computer screen staring back. Displayed there was a sharply dressed, skinny man sporting crystal-rimmed glasses. His golden eyes sparkled with blatant amusement amid his jest.

“She’s already caught a glimpse of me in the buff. Quite the fiery spirit she has.” Dyon grinned at the screen.

“My, my. Such boldness. I approve. I’m Libro, and it’s uncommon to meet someone bold enough to rib Delia.” Libro laughed lightly.

Delia jabbed her sword hilt into Dyon’s ribs, nearly doubling him over.

‘The power of a 16-year-old girl like this?’ Dyon glanced her way, but she acted as if nothing occurred.

Dyon coughed reflexively before presenting himself. “I’m Dyon, pleased to meet you.”

Before their budding camaraderie could grow, Delia interrupted. “I’m doing this idiot a favor. He gets to borrow my ID card for a few hours.” She passed the card to Dyon.

Then, she spun around to depart.

“Can’t wait to cross paths again.” Dyon called out, eyeing her departing form. Delia kept walking, as though his words fell on deaf ears.

As the elevator doors slid shut, Delia added, “The ceremony’s in the central pillar. Ask Libro for directions.”

‘Such a captivating beauty. Wonder if there are others like her around here.’ Dyon grinned to himself.

“Alright, Libro, got some questions for you.” Dyon turned back to the screen. “Actually, mind giving me a brief rundown of what this library offers?”

Libro grinned. “You must be that commoner everyone’s buzzing about. Word was you bolted, but clearly that’s not true. You couldn’t have been with the young mistress all along, could you?”

Dyon smirked. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell, does he?”

Libro’s lighthearted guffaws echoed through the library, drawing glances from wandering students who shook their heads and returned to their tasks. Clearly, they knew Libro’s quirky nature well.

‘Looks like that stunner holds a lofty status here…’ Even with his laid-back vibe, Dyon kept scrutinizing his surroundings.

“As you likely noticed, this library divides into 100 levels, making 600 across the outer pillars total. I oversee them all, hence my perch at this screen.”

Dyon’s eyes bulged. ‘Managing 600 levels solo? Impossible, even with screens…’

“Access levels tie to your ID card. With the young mistress’s card, you unlock all 600 outer levels. Yet even she can’t enter the inner ones yet.”

‘A freshman with near-total access. If I guess right, her dad leads a pillar family. Patia-Neva, wasn’t it…’

“You’ve got Delia’s privileges temporarily, but not forever. Typical first-years max out at 10 levels, and that’s rare. Most linger at just the base 1 level.”

“How does one unlock higher levels?”

“Excel at the opening ceremony—usually for pillar family elites, but rumor says you’re included. Or climb via end-of-year exam grades, join year-round challenges and tournaments, hit top spots on leaderboards, or shine in a faction you form or join.”

‘Factions popping up again?’ Dyon’s smile widened. The coming years promised excitement.

“While branch family kids aim for outer pillar heights, the real prize lies in the inner pillar. No set path to enter—just stand out.”

‘Just excel. Music to my ears.’

“So, what questions do you have?”

“Got a hunch about this ‘will’ your martial world obsesses over.” Dyon mused, his gaze drifting unfocused.

‘Will? Oh, got it. Delia simplified it for him.’

“If your world masters these wills, surely your inventions carry them too, right?”

A faint smile tugged at Libro’s lips. “A spot-on conclusion indeed.”

“Thus, books embody them. So, grasping a book’s will over reading it word-by-word could yield deeper insight and save time.”

Libro looked stunned. “Doubtful for a newbie like you. That speed-reading method exists, but demands martial theory basics and a strong soul. Your idea touches initial comprehension, yet it’s shallow. True mastery requires far more to even try.”

Dyon just smiled. “Fetch me a book on that speed-reading technique, your simplest martial world theory texts, plus rules and culture guides for this school and society. Oh, and a current factions list for the school if available.”

Libro nodded briskly. His role involved aiding students in locating books and navigating quandaries. Dyon seemed committed, and his selections were solid.

While Libro tinkered on his end to locate the requested tomes, Dyon surveyed the space. Never before had he beheld such a majestic library.

‘Comparing this to that old library wouldn’t be fair.’ Dyon inhaled deeply.

Flanking the elevator stretched vast glass walls from end to end. Dyon spotted subtle seams as doorways when a student passed through one. He nodded; multiple access points beyond the elevator made perfect sense.

The desk before him screamed extravagance more than utility. Crafted from venerable wood that infused natural essence into the library’s papery aroma. Its swirling, plunging carvings formed mesmerizing designs. Dyon barely restrained himself from stroking it.

‘Curious what lies on the building’s opposite side.’

Libro glanced up and, in what Dyon took for dramatic flair, pounded a last key. A rift split the massive desk, launching 14 books skyward at Dyon, who flailed to snag them.

“You’re downright devious.” Dyon chuckled, securing the final volume.

“Gotta amuse myself somehow. This control booth’s no palace.” Libro replied with an enigmatic grin.

Examining the stack, Dyon got another jolt. “All penned by one author?”

“Ah, the Sapientia clan.” Libro reminisced. “I still recall earning these crystal specs.”

‘A family, then. Information overlords? Martial theory alone would be fine, but rules, culture, speed-reading, factions too? Absurd. No one minds?’

“The Sapientia family boasts rare multiple main branches. We handle all Martial world R&D in this universe. Aspiring researchers join us. Excel, and claim a main branch spot. Few clans offer such opportunity.” Libro beamed proudly.

“Surely some discoverers skipped joining, no?” Dyon puzzled. One family couldn’t author every martial tome.

“Sapientia leads as experts. New publications route through at least a subsidiary branch. Higher approver rank means greater trust, rarity, demand. All covers bear Sapientia, but insiders list true authors. Techniques excepted—yet speed-reading suits researchers perfectly, so no shock we devised it.”

Dyon nodded, captivated by this realm. A info-monopoly family would spark riots back home, yet here it’s routine.

“Thanks for the assistance, Libro.” Dyon said earnestly, striding past the desk’s end to seek a reading spot.

Libro powered down the screen, flipping to base-floor cameras. Eager to observe Dyon’s method and if he’d grasp it in his limited time.

‘Rush the speed-reading tome first, and he’ll squander his 12 hours chasing comprehension. Let’s watch his pick.’

Dyon traversed a primary aisle of shelves and ladders, spotting a petite pond with strange golden liquid. Brushing off curious stares from nearby students, he claimed a meditation dais and settled in.

‘Speed-reading needs martial theory fundamentals first. Plain as day: tackle basics upfront. Even if it eats most time, polish off two before the technique tome and the rest.’

Libro grinned watching Dyon grab the martial theory primer. ‘Delia picks winners.’

Delia’d likely prod his ribs with her sword hilt hearing that. Libro chuckled inwardly, beholding the unfolding destiny before him.