This was an immense undertaking; he couldn’t possibly browse through every book in the library in three days, nor did he ever plan to participate in the trial step by step.
Sincaro was a somber yet meticulous Old God, and everything He did carried a strong sense of purpose.
Ethan was temporarily unable to grasp His intentions; this trial seemed to him to be an all-benefit no-harm affair. Sincaro seemed to have already prepared all the conditions necessary for him to become a deity, which really contradicted His disliked and repulsive image.
When Sincaro seems to be doing something good, He must have dug a big hole ahead for you.
This was Anapolis’ evaluation of Sincaro, referring to it as "The First Law of Sincaro’s Bullshit."
Ethan did not think these conditions were the result of love at first sight.
"Let’s start from here then."
Ethan picked up the book marked with the earliest time. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N0velFire.ɴet
The literary girl nodded, opening the front page of the book.
The familiar specks of light coalesced into a fleeting humanoid shape, but Ethan was sure this wasn’t Kadela. Judging by the timeline, this book dated back to when humanity hadn’t even been conceived.
The blurry silhouette uttered intermittent questions. Its voice also seemed to have undergone encryption, breaking off now and then, filled with static, making it difficult to discern its gender. When Ethan listened intently, it felt more like a mechanical synthesized voice.
Here, there was only the shadow speaking to itself.
"A name is necessary; it is the proof that you existed."
"Huh? What meaning does ’Sincaro’ hold?"
"I don’t know either."
"But I think that’s the most interesting part because you will assign meaning to a name that originally had none."
The content of the conversation inevitably left Ethan a bit disappointed. This seemed to be one of the interactions between Sincaro and ancestors, explaining the origin of the name "Sincaro." Perhaps this held significant meaning in Sincaro’s memory.
Yet, it wasn’t what Ethan anticipated.
This was the earliest recorded book in the library, and he had hoped it would reveal the birth of Sincaro, possibly concerning the origins of all Old Gods.
It was clear that by the time of this conversation, Sincaro had already existed for a long time.
Like other Old Gods, He at some point heard the ancestors’ call and descended into this world.
"Can we trace back to even earlier times?"
The green-haired girl shook her head; her face appeared somewhat pale.
Today’s wind element spirits were listless.
"Could it be that these books only document Sincaro’s daily interactions with the ancestors?"
The bookcases filled with books made his scalp numb.
With Sincaro’s somber mindset, who knows what visually impactful content these books documented? He really worried that when he flipped open a book, a page would be crammed full of the names of the ancestors.
Although Ethan had never seen Sincaro, he could easily imagine the sinister, crawling presence.
This was related to his mental and physical health.
"So, Sincaro has hidden most of the information, only showing us a very small part."
The green-haired girl shook her head again, "This is it, all of it."
This really doesn’t make sense.
Sincaro and other Old Gods existed long before this world; this was a fact mentioned by Old An and Old Ba—they were all visitors, and before they were summoned here, this world was barren, just an empty shell.
The green-haired girl furrowed her brows tightly; her body trembled slightly, seemingly at a loss on how to explain to Ethan.
This stalemate lasted for several seconds before she suddenly thought of something, and her index finger swiped across the page filled with distorted text.
The book started trembling violently again, oozing black, viscous fluid.
This brought her great burden, causing her figure to flicker and dim.
Ethan held his breath.
He suspected this might be part of the "translation" process; he braced himself for more distorted text, guessing that each book recorded Sincaro’s true thoughts at a certain time.
Considering the significant importance of this dialogue for Sincaro...
Ethan felt the three words surfacing in his mind also became unutterable at this moment.
This was indeed bizarre and grotesque.
However, when he once again opened his eyes and fixed them on the pages of the book, the words on them nearly made him freeze in place.
No longer densely packed, instead, just one clean and neat line:
——"Error Code 0xc0012041."