Hermit Wizard-Chapter 137

Savior or Destroyer (6)

We were all gathered in containers on the move.

Mrs. Pearl was standing in the corner with her nose covered, disheartened by the fact that she was inside again, while Garam, who seemed not to care much, returned to its original form and rolled on the mattress. I was about to respond moderately to Maru’s words, who was attached to my body.

Hwang Soo-rim stayed up all night. She must’ve been so desperate to sleep, but she couldn’t. She seemed to be thinking of going to sleep after we arrived.

As if she had been curious about something, she asked the robot toy sitting in the corner and meditating instead of me.

“By the way, hmm… you… Parvache?”

[Why?]

She frowned slightly. Perhaps the name Parvache didn’t stick to her mouth. Hwang Soo-rim was about my age, and she was familiar with the old cartoon ‘Soul Warrior Parvache’ that aired on TV before. The fact that the robot appeared there was the same as the toy that that spirit dwelled in.

Thanks to that, the way Hwang Soo-rim looked at me changed a little since she knew Parvache existed. Should I say the wizard’s image with unknown taste had been added to the wizard’s image who was just very terrified and unknown?

“You say you can access that ‘Akashic Records’?”

[Is that so, then what?]

“It’s like an encyclopedia containing all the knowledge of the world, right?”

[Not all knowledge, but a considerable level of knowledge.]

“Then can’t we check there? To which dragon body the soul we are looking for is attached to.”

It was a question that might cause you to wonder. I watched the conversation between the two without intentionally intervening. Parvache unexpectedly gave her a friendly answer.

[Two factors affect the type of knowledge that can be obtained from Akashic Records and whether or not they are acquired. First, is the desired information recorded in Akashic Records? Second, does the visitor have the right to obtain the information?]

Parvache continued its words.

[Under such premise, it can be said that the first requirement has already been met. This world is being recorded on Akashic Records. It means that Purbagios’ apostle has come down, unlike the Earth.]

Purbagios. The scriptures without the final chapter. I recited the true name of the God Parvache referred to.

[In this world, where the soul of the Black Hermit moved, his deeds will already be recorded in the Akashic Records. But I can’t read that information.]

“That’s probably… because of the second factor?” Hwang Soo-rim asked.

Parvache nodded.

[Right. I don’t have permission to read the information.]

Hwang Soo-rim asked once more.

“How is that authority determined? Will I be able to access Akashic Records?”

[First, answering the latter question, it is impossible in the present state. Some spells use some information from Akashic Records among the spells. It’s like interpretation magic. However, accessing the record itself and searching for the desired information is only possible for the priest. It would be best if you reached the bookmark of the scriptures without the last chapter.]

Parvache, who said so, was technically not a priest of Purbagios at that moment, but it seemed to skip such a complicated explanation.

“A priest? Hmm. That’s not my taste.”

[Why?]

“Because I have some jerks to revenge.”

Hwang Soo-rim’s eyes shone fiercely. Parvache necessarily pointed out that the priest’s true meaning was a little different from what she thought.

“Then how is the authority determined?”

[There are also grades among the knowledge recorded in Akashic Records. It isn’t a concept that is broken by numbers, but it can distinguish between relative top and bottom. Priests with higher grades can view information with higher grades. Usually, the level of information is measured by how many beings in the world know or knew. The more beings know or knew about information, the lower the grade is.]

Hwang Soo-rim replied while rolling her eyes.

“Then the lowest grade of information would be information on natural phenomena or living things that can be observed.”

Parvache nodded quietly and looked a little surprised since it was an accurate prediction.

“Take the Earth, for example… There is only one sun, and the fire is hot. A person has ten fingers. These basic facts are information that most humans living now know, and many of the humans who have lived in the past have all known them. Conversely, even if you go to a different world instead of Earth, you can easily get information about the basic planet’s natural environment and inhabited races by accessing Akashic Records. It’s information that everyone in the world knows.”

She convinced herself that and then continued to talk.

“Otherwise… Ah. Languages ​​are also relatively low-grade. Language should be viewed as one of the largest amounts of information shared by a civilization.”

[You’re smart. It is true.]

“Then, on the contrary, information on special knowledge or experiences that few people know will have a higher grade, and it will require high authority.”

[Exactly.]

Hearing that, Hwang Soo-rim was a little more lost in thought, but she still looked as if she didn’t understand.

“Then it’s a little weird. You said it was impossible anyway, but no matter how high your authority is, you can’t get that information from Akashic Records, can you?”

[Well? What does that mean?]

“It is said that only information that someone in the world knows is stored in Akashic Records, but is there any entity that clearly knows that a soul from Earth has come to this Channel and where it has been transplanted? I mean the soul of the Earth’s Truth-Seeker.”

[Of course.]

“But what if the soul moved secretly without anyone knowing? What if there isn’t a species in this world with the same abilities as Garam or whatever? What if the Dragon itself, the owner of the body of the soul hidden, didn’t even notice it? Then, in the end, no one in the world will know.”

[Even, in that case, at least one entity knows.]

“Who on Earth… Ah. Don’t tell me?!”

Hwang Soo-rim exclaimed. Parvache nodded its head.

[Yes, the soul of the Earth’s Truth-Seeker. At least the soul knows where it belongs, and that memory must’ve been implanted to Akashic Records. Although it is information that I cannot access.]

“Also, the knowledge of the rest of the world is recorded on the Akashic Records?”

[Yeah.]

“Then the knowledge in my head… for example, is the Korean language being recorded right now?”

[Yes. However, there are probably only a few wizards that can access that information. And even if a high-ranking wizard uses the interpretation magic linked to the Akashic Records, it will not be possible to translate Korean. There is too little information recorded. Earthlings who have visited other worlds since the opening of the Channel are still very rare.]

Yes. That was why the information absorbed from Earthlings was still very high-graded.

[Moreover, since Akashic Records has not yet officially contacted the world itself, which is the parent, this should be regarded as the creation of a bypass record. There is a limit.]

Hwang Soo-rim frowned. “Hmm. Is it more complicated than I thought? Does Akashic Record directly extract people’s memories?”

[This is the case with the memories of you who have passed into this world now or the Black Hermit. However, when the apostle descends, and a world begins to be recorded in the Akashic Records, it takes the individual’s memory and the world’s memory. However, this part is a larger scale of information than a memory of existence.]

Hwang Soo-rim was lost in thought once more. Then she opened her mouth and asked again.

“Again, you said that memories were extracted from the soul of the Black Hermit?”

[That’s right.]

“Then… how the hell are memories stored? Until now, I think the brain is the place where memories are stored. But what you’re saying right now is that there are memories in the soul, right?”

Hwang Soo-rim’s expression became serious, “Before, Eraser told me about the concept of reincarnation. If I die now, the memories of living as Hwang Soo-rim will remain in the brain and rot, but what if my soul remembers it? What is that concept?”

[To explain that, you must separate the ‘soul,’ ‘ego,’ and ‘memory’ that make you up. If you die now, your ego will disappear. The memories left in the brain will also lose their function. However, beings with a high-level soul also engrave memories recorded in the body on the soul. But in most cases, it is impossible to recall the memories of the past life even after reincarnation.]

“Oh, I see.”

It was almost impossible, especially for humans. The life span was so short that the soul died even before it resonated with the body properly. Due to that, only a few humans could leave a memory in its soul, but the Dragon that went all the way up to be a Truth-Seeker would be different. Probably most of them were left untouched.]

Hwang Soo-rim nodded.

As I listened to their conversation, I muttered in my heart. Yes, it was impossible for humans.

A black smoke-like memory was hidden in my heart. I had discussed with Parvache whether it was a memory from a previous life.

But the conclusion was that it couldn’t be. If the memory had passed from the previous life, it shouldn’t be a form that can’t be interpreted in that way but a memory that could be recalled naturally.

“Hmm? We’re starting to go down!”

Mrs. Pearl, who was covering her nose, looked bright and shouted. She didn’t let go of her finger, so she made a nasal sound.

She never tried to get inside the container unless it was time to move. Her keen sense of smell was sensing the smells that no one in the room could.

Come to think of it, that container has been used a lot for less hygienic purposes so far. It carried the bodies of ascetic apprentices collected from the offshore of Incheon, melted a whole cow with decaying liquid from Waterbirds, and moved hundreds of trainees from Hun-neung, whose eyes and ankles had been ripped off at one time, making the inside bloody.

Of course, after I clean it up, I put a mattress inside and decorated it like an accommodation. Nevertheless, Mrs. Pearl seemed to sense the smell of the stern traces that passed through it.

“Oh.”

As she said, I felt the container descending to the floor.

-Thud!

“Oh, my gosh.”

The inside shook for a while as if it was caught in the wind. I sent telepathy to the Summoner that was flying with the container to watch out. Meanwhile, I heard Hwang Soo-rim asking another question.

“Parvache, you’re a mental body, aren’t you? Didn’t you store memories in your body?”

[…No. I originally had a body. It was much later that I became a mental body.]

“Then, what about the memories you saved in your brain before?”

Parvache’s bitter thought flowed out what I’ve heard since I was a kid. I had been searching for an answer to that question since the shackles that restrained my ego were released. I could only be suspicious, but I had no choice but to be convinced that it was true because of my authority. Parvache once again conveyed it with its will.

[As I became a mental body… I lost a lot of it. The memories of those days.]

“Is it because the body is gone?”

[No. In my case, it was for a different reason. The loss of the body itself wasn’t a big reason. Maybe it was.]

“Well? In most cases, it is difficult to store memories in the soul after death. Something doesn’t fit in the front or back.”

I interrupted the conversation.

“Well, that’s enough. Everyone, get ready.”

The feeling of the container touching the ground was transmitted through my feet. It was time to start preparing to face the next Dragon. Of course, Hwang Soo-rim seemed to have fallen asleep first.