The Nebula's Civilization

Sung-Woon sat quietly for a moment inside the Baustan Sanctuary. The overlap of reality and unreality still felt unfamiliar to Sung-Woon, and perhaps, if Mazdari's words were true, this moment would always remain strange. That was what magic was.

Sung-Woon asked,

The white Crow, Mazdari, replied,

Sung-Woon stood up and turned around.

There was a sarcophagus of an unnamed warrior. The bottom of the sarcophagus, where Sung-Woon had first woken up in, had been covered in weeds and moss. But now, it was a door made of cut logs. On the door, two sentences in the ancient Avartin language were written, which Sung-Woon could read fluently.

[Secrets are not discovered.]

[If discovered, they are no longer secrets.]

This was likely insight into what magic was, written by some Wizard who had entered the Demon World in the past.

The things created by magic often involved interference from previous Wizards or beings from other worlds.

Understanding magic from an external space’s perspective was quite difficult. Even the physical laws thought to be unbreakable become malleable, absolute rules become relative, and concepts and senses that were once imperceptible emerged.

Embracing such powers without hesitation could drive a Wizard mad. Therefore, the first rule for Wizards was to maintain their sanity and identity.

The black lizard, Kyle Lak Orazen, said,

Sung-Woon nodded and turned back.

There, Sung-Woon was still sitting cross-legged. It was Sung-Woon that remained in external space. Now, Sung-Woon entered the Demon World, the deepest part of Avartin in the internal universe, inner space.

Sung-Woon opened the backdoor. A grayish-white staircase led underground where it shouldn't exist. Without hesitation, Sung-Woon went down and closed the door overhead.

Sung-Woon didn’t encounter the black fortress walls, the white door, or the watcher with hundreds of eyes, as he had seen on the previous visit to the Demon World.

Sung-Woon remembered Wisdom's words.

"Nebula, once you've succeeded, the second time is easier."

"Why is that?"

"If you successfully hack it, just leave a backdoor that ignores all security."

Thus, when Sung-Woon created the golden key to open the first door, he also made a backdoor. Immediately after expanding the system's range during the moon-facing plan, Sung-Woon installed the backdoor and exited. Knowing he would return someday, Sung-Woon had no regrets about his hasty departure.

The backdoor installed then led directly to the depths of the Demon World rather than its borders, and the depths were dark. Sung-Woon went down the stairs in the darkness and reached the bottom.

Then Mazdari said,

Sung-Woon looked around in the darkness.

Kyle said,

The white Crow, Mazdari, slightly fluffed its feathers.

Sung-Woon did so. Following Kyle's instructions, Sung-Woon thought about magic, the system, and the Demon World.

Magic was a set of linguistic rules, and the old gods called the unified system they created through these rules the ‘system’. The system existed in the Demon World. The Demon World was a place where the system could reside, being both a storage device and an information processor. Thus, if the system was software, the Demon World was the hardware computer that ran it.

This computer was too old and broken. Such errors were called software rot by the old gods. Software rot caused unexpected errors in the computer, occurring in all places of Avartin touched by the system's range.

The foundation of the world lay in the external space, rooted in unshakable, solid physical properties. However, magic shook the rules of external space, creating connections with other worlds that would otherwise be unreachable.

One had to target the external space, and another the inner space. Only then could the mystery of magic be manifested from inner space to external space.

In Sung-Woon's inner monologue, someone replied,

Sung-Woon lifted his head. Sung-Woon also felt a slight tension from the two apostles on his shoulders, watching the front. If identified as an enemy, these two apostles would act before Sung-Woon's command, ensuring there was no longer an enemy. But fortunately, there was no need for that.

Sung-Woon recognized the presence that appeared before him,

A blue electric stingray flickered in the darkness, and it continued its slow, leisurely flight, seemingly pleased to be called.

Sung-Woon pointed out,

-No need to apologize. And if you know the answer, you may respond to the question.

Pzzt slowly circled above Sung-Woon's head and said,

Pzzt continued,

Sung-Woon had known this fact from a certain point. Perhaps during the time when the evil gods and old gods fought, there wasn't much distinction between the two.

That was not the case in the current Avartin. Genetically, or through ancient relics found in the Demon World, one had to have a spirit of Demonic Magic dwell within them, and thus gain another consciousness. Of course, as magic developed, ancient magics were discovered, and other methods emerged. Tuning was known as a product of more ancient magic.

Sung-Woon thought it interesting that magic, too, required a minimum level of civilization.

Pzzt rapidly fluttered its tail fins.

Pzzt turned and flew into Sung-Woon's view. Matching the pace of Sung-Woon's walk, Pzzt hovered in place.

Sung-Woon added the next logical conclusion.

Pzzt soared again, and behind Pzzt, other spirits of Demonic Magic emerged. They each resembled burning Wolves, grayish-white Snakes, translucent Eagles, or Bears made of soil. These spirits of Demonic Magic gradually approached Sung-Woon, running around, flying through the air, or circling around his feet.

The spirits of the Demonic Magic sang,

Mazdari slightly raised his head. Sung-Woon was aware of the great achievements accomplished not just by Mazdari, but by other fellow Wizards. It was a long-kept secret, incomprehensible to those who weren’t Wizards.

To the Empire’s citizens, it might just be remembered as a few cases where Wizards overcame their handicaps through surgical procedures. However, it was a deed that gave freedom to the spirits of Demonic Magic. Broken out from the constraints imposed by the old gods through bloodline or contracts, the spirits regained their freedom.

In this process, the Wizards achieved Tuning. Mazdari said it was a good deal since both parties benefited, but the spirits did not think of it that way.

The spirits of Demonic Magic said in one voice,

Sung-Woon said,

Sung-Woon shook his head.

The spirits of Demonic Magic looked somewhat disappointed, but the request was immediately granted. As the spirits of Demonic Magic created a path, a narrow trail appeared in the darkness. The ground was firm yet soft with soil, and the plants on either side were thriving. Gentle sunlight tickled Sung-Woon lightly.

The spirits were moving back and forth, jumping around while Sung-Woon walked. Sung-Woon knew that this was a hospitality of the imaginary world created by the spirits. Sung-Woon fully enjoyed it and followed the path.Thɪs chapter is updated by novelenglish.net . ꜰɪre.nᴇt

Kyle said,

Mazdari said,

Sung-Woon knew what the two Apostles were talking about.

Sung-Woon felt it too. The powers held by the spirits of Demonic Magic also symbolized a Domain. The reason they weren’t completely dissolved into the system was probably because they were created before the system was made.

At the end of the path, a clearing with a giant black rock appeared. It looked natural, but its surface was densely written with ancient texts, some so old that even Sung-Woon couldn't read them. Sung-Woon guessed that this was the first Rasdasil.

Mazdari said,

Sung-Woon placed his hand on the rock.

Kyle said,

Sung-Woon did so. Sung-Woon pictured several images in his mind. The depths of the Demon World could be a library.

It could also be a supercomputer with computer monitors filling the view.

It could be a kind of theater with fake people performing plays to convey necessary information.

Sung-Woon thought those were good ideas, but he already had something in mind.

People couldn’t escape from their long-held memories. That was the landscape of their imagination.

Sung-Woon’s world was a museum. White marble floors, a dazzlingly lit high ceiling, a silent and empty space with no one around. Sung-Woon stepped into the museum.

Many questions had been resolved, but there was still something puzzling Sung-Woon. The journey to the depths of the Demon World was not just about opposing the old gods, but also to solve this mystery.

The spirits once again confused thoughts and words, responding to Sung-Woon's question,

The spirits sang,