Translator: Cinder Translations
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"Mr. Derson, I've seen you before!"
In the reception room, a man claiming to be a magician sat under close surveillance after being invited in.
Paul observed the man and recalled the events at the church in Taldor Village not long ago.
To Paul's left sat Cecil, and to his right, Ladia, with a crystal ball placed before the witch.
Derson sat upright, barely containing his excitement. He carefully observed the young lord before him, a target of his prior mission.
At first glance, the lord appeared to be an ordinary Aldorian.
Paul spoke, "Perhaps you should explain your purpose in coming here?"
After moving his lips a few times, Derson finally spoke:
"Earl Grayman, are you… a god?"
TLN: Lol, bro's trippin 🤣
The reception room fell silent; no one expected such a question to start the conversation.
"Hah!" Paul's laugh broke the stillness. "That's strange—why would you think that?"
Derson glanced at the faintly glowing crystal ball before Ladia. "This lovely lady is a spellcaster, so it seems you've already discerned my identity."
"Let me be honest with you—I'm a spellcaster specializing in the mental domain. On that day in the church, I was assisting my mentor in a mental probe aimed at you."
Hearing this, Paul immediately recalled the strange experience he'd had that day—a flood of memories buried deep within his mind flashing vividly all at once.
He tensed up instantly.
If this mage had seen enough, would he have realized Paul was a transmigrator from another world?
Almost instinctively, Paul's tone turned threatening: "I hope your mind remains clear."
"Oh, of course!" Derson quickly realized that the Earl hadn't disclosed much to those around him.
A sense of pride rose within him—he might be the only one who knew the Earl's secret.
For a fleeting moment, perhaps his mentor, Odanel, had also known.
But only for that moment. Poor Master Odanel.
"So… if possible, I'd like to speak with you privately."
Paul refused outright: "I'm not keen on being alone with a sorcerer."
"I swear I mean you no harm. Perhaps this lady can confirm my sincerity?"
Paul turned to Ladia, who was staring at the crystal ball in front of her. She nodded gently, "He's not lying. But to be safe, it's best to bind his hands and feet—if you're truly considering a private conversation."
Minutes later, in a small room, only Paul and a thoroughly bound Derson remained.
"Are you a god?"
Derson repeated his question, but this time, his eyes burned with fervor so intense it seemed ready to ignite.
His bound body trembled with excitement.
The moment the last person left the room, he transformed into this fervent state.
"No." Paul's response was curt and definitive.
"Then you must be an emissary of the Light Lord!" The young mage's fiery gaze didn't waver. "You were sent to change this world—whether you realize it or not!"
Paul quipped, "Mages believe in the Light Lord? Aren't they supposed to be mortal enemies?"
Derson quickly replied, trembling, "My lord, most of us oppose only the corrupt church and worldly prejudice."
Paul pressed further, "What led you to such a ridiculous idea? What exactly happened in the church that day?"
"Oh, please forgive my transgressions back then. But it was that offense that revealed your greatness to me."
Derson began recounting the terrifying moment in the church.
When the spell was cast, an overwhelming torrent of information erupted. It was a mental tsunami, a volcanic eruption beyond any known shock. Master Odanel's formidable mental barriers were instantly shattered under its assault, like paper before a hurricane.
As his assistant, Derson hadn't borne the brunt of that terrifying force, but even the overflow from his mentor's sea of consciousness left him adrift—a mere leaf tossed by a tempest.
Derson understood why Master Odanel hadn't awakened yet. His mentor's mind might have been completely obliterated.
Even Derson himself had barely survived. The surge of incomprehensible information nearly drove him to the same fate.
He had glimpsed a world of billions, cities housing tens of millions, weapons capable of annihilating such cities from thousands of miles away, flying iron birds, speeding metal boxes, towering skyscrapers, instant communication tools…
The sheer scope and depth of these images left him stunned.
The earth wasn't flat; it was spherical. The sun was incomprehensibly vast…
Concepts like the solar system, black holes, the Milky Way, and the Laniakea Supercluster collapsed his worldview.
TLN: The Laniakea Supercluster is a massive cluster of galaxies that contains our Milky Way galaxy and about 100,000 other galaxies.
Theories of light speed, dimensions, quantum mechanics… they struck his fragile psyche like meteors.
Laws of physics, energy conversion, and thermodynamics—realizations that his prior understanding was so primitive and flawed.
All of this was undeniable to Derson, thanks to the spell's effects. He knew these truths were far more accurate than his own knowledge. His worldview crumbled in an instant.
But the knowledge's breadth was even more terrifying:
America, 996 work culture, loafing at work, computers, biology, code, video games, simulations, and… more incomprehensible terms.
These chaotic fragments formed the bulk of the information flood.
TLN: It feels like the chapter cut off abruptly but that's how it ended.
(End of the Chapter)
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