Mystery: I, the Hermit, am too eager to improve

Chapter 1 Half a Seeker of Secrets, Mysterious Palace

"A wise man who has mastered knowledge."

"Eyes that peer into the truth."

"The profound and hidden source."

"I beseech your gaze, I beseech you to grant me knowledge of the mysteries."

"..."

Roy dug into his memories and couldn't help but sigh heavily, wishing he could go back to yesterday and start over.

Going back to yesterday, at most you could only cram for subjects like advanced mathematics and automation for a week, and if you failed, you could retake them next year to save your life. But this thing, there's no chance to retake it—

The previous incarnation acted recklessly, setting up a ritual with classmates that seemed to have come from nowhere, and reciting a respectful name.

Based on the three levels of titles, their rituals should point to the Lord of Mysteries...

Ok?

What was it called again?

He paused, somewhat unable to recall the name of the deity.

A moment later, a sharp pain appeared.

Roy turned pale and quickly looked away.

status quo!

Think about your current situation.

residence--

Tingen.

He is also studying at Hoy University.

"That place seems to be..."

Roy paused for a moment, then the stinging sensation returned, and he quickly looked away again.

Tingen describes himself like this—

what……

What was that thing called again?

My memory is definitely faulty!

Some memories remain, while many others have vanished without a trace, and the headache that comes with thinking about them seems to be a warning.

perhaps.

It is precisely because of the loss of memories that I am able to live. Otherwise, given the nature of this mysterious world, I might have gone mad the moment I landed, or been targeted by the entity corresponding to the mysterious ritual and had my memories taken away.

He calmed down, stopped overthinking, and walked to the mirror to examine himself closely, looking for any changes other than his "memory".

Black body, black hair, brown eyes.

It seems that there is not much difference between him and his past self; they are about six or seven parts similar.

There haven't been any changes in my physical condition.

At least there were no missing limbs, or signs of madness or loss of control.

Roy nodded secretly.

Just then, a phantom light flashed before his eyes.

What is that?

He focused his attention.

Then, a phantom appeared and disappeared in the mirror.

Upon closer inspection, it is a palace, appearing and disappearing amidst the endless torrent of numerology and information.

The next instant, Roy's vision blurred—

Everything around them collapsed, transforming into torrents of information.

Immediately afterwards, a torrent of information enveloped him, and within the vortex, his consciousness rose into the illusion.

Open your eyes again.

Roy was in a brightly lit hall, surrounded by flickering, shifting lights. Countless streams of information flowed across the walls, and the moment he saw them…

He remembered everything!

The Hidden Sage, Sealed Artifact 008.

The forbidden names, such as the Goddess of Night and Adam, were all clearly imprinted in my mind within this room.

His missing memories returned the moment he entered the hall.

"Did this palace hijack my memories?"

Roy looked around.

The highest position in the hall is a throne, and in the middle is a long table, somewhat like a library or reading room.

Bookshelves lined all four sides, categorized by subject matter.

Language, ritual magic, mysteries, forbidden knowledge, and so on.

The bookshelves near the corner are labeled with terms like "useless ramblings" and "harmful knowledge."

Looking around at the bookshelves, there wasn't a single proper book, only a single page and a single book.

One page is a ritual for communicating with the "Hidden Sage".

At the bottom of this page are the words of the hidden sage—

"I have already bestowed a gift upon you; you will become half a Seeker of Secrets, and sooner or later you will gain the power of knowledge."

Half a spy?

Roy's eyes widened, but he showed no joy or relief whatsoever.

Knowledge is a treasure, but also a terrible poison.

Especially those who seek to uncover secrets.

He frequently imparts knowledge to extraordinary beings who share the same path.

and so.

The path of the spy is extremely dangerous.

Becoming a half-secret seeker means being unable to choose from the remaining sequences.

In addition, there's that book.

He walked over and opened it, a reminder flashing through his mind—

Hermesian!

The complete Hermesian language, plus the infusion of half of the ability of the Seer, is something an ordinary person simply cannot withstand.

That's probably how its predecessor died.

"My knowledge transfer was blocked by the mysterious temple, which is why I was safe after traveling through time. Otherwise, even if I had traveled through time, I probably would not have been able to escape death."

Roy felt a surge of relief, then sighed softly.

His classmate, Rado Lange...

He's probably either completely dead or he's turned into a hidden madman.

This is the fate of the vast majority of those who have been indoctrinated.

He has this mysterious little house where he can use bookshelves to categorize and collect the knowledge he's been taught, thus avoiding madness, but his classmate might not be so lucky.

Even if they are lucky enough to survive the initial ramblings and become a knower, few can withstand the subsequent "knowledge-seeking" process.

in particular.

The other party is not an official Extraordinary.

Without knowing the maxim "Do as you please, but do not harm," the possibility of losing control increases rapidly, and they become spies directly through rituals, strengthening their connection with the hidden sages.

Furthermore, once Rado Lange is exposed, he himself will likely be implicated as well.

"This is the world of the Lord of Mysteries. If you don't become an extraordinary one, when the rolling waves come, you can only secretly pray that you can survive."

"If there's no chance, then so be it."

"Now……"

Roy's eyes gleamed.

With the presence of the mysterious temple, he already has a much higher starting point than the other seekers of secrets.

He wants to become stronger.

even.

Sequence 0, the true god!

As he was pondering this, he felt a sharp pain in his head.

Roy understood—

My spirituality is about to be exhausted, and I can no longer stay in this mysterious temple.

With a thought, he withdrew from the mysterious hall.

It will probably be very difficult to go home.

"From today onwards, I am Roy Green."

Going back to reality.

Roy heard a strange ringing in his ears. He looked up and saw that the books in the room seemed to have come alive, with words popping out and rushing towards him.

Strange murmurs echoed in my ears.

It must be that my spirituality has decreased, which has led to a decline in the power of the Mysterious Hut, allowing me to hear the Hidden Sage's teachings again.

In addition, he also saw some chaotic flashes of light.

Do not!

Meditation.

Roy suddenly woke up; he hadn't even used the meditation method yet.

He quickly closed his eyes and visualized something that didn't exist—

A strangely shaped ball of light.

After resting for a while, the tinnitus and cognitive impairment disappeared.

At this moment, he could feel the changes within himself.

First of all, my memory is much stronger. Although I don't have photographic memory, it's much, much better than in my previous life.

Second.

He could feel that his spirituality had become much stronger.

This also proves his guess—

As the hidden sage said, he had already become half a spy.

"The Spy Who Sneaks Through Secrets"

"Luckily, I have the Mysterious Hall, which can filter out the indoctrination from the Hidden Sage, otherwise I might have gone mad by today."

Roy couldn't help but sigh—

In a mysterious world like this, it's already difficult enough for ordinary people to just survive after acquiring extraordinary abilities.

Fortunately, I have my own mysterious temple.

In reality, although many memories are blocked or intercepted, some basic knowledge has not disappeared, such as the "role-playing method" and the three laws.

"I hope Rado survives."

"Otherwise, I'll have to go have tea with the night watchman."

"No, going for tea doesn't seem so bad."

The Night Watchers belong to the Church of the Night, but their predecessor was a believer in the god of steam and machinery; otherwise, they wouldn't have applied to Hoy University's Department of Mechanical Engineering.

however.

If you were to join the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, you'd better minimize your contact with that deity—

He had a vague feeling that the "mysterious hall" was not ordinary.

That thing.

It might be something even the gods would covet.

Roy's expression was grave.

I'll go check tomorrow to see if my son, Rado, has come to class.

If you don't come to class.

Lado either sent it or became a reclusive madman.

You don't need to report it yourself; the Steam Church will probably take action.

(End of this chapter)