Chapter 145 Revelation

Watson gently pushed the door open and entered. There were several weak but sufficient oil lamps burning in the not spacious room. The dim and warm light shone from all directions, reflecting the three rows of narrow bookshelves in the room. On the bookshelves There are old and brand-new books scattered about.

There were several low benches placed next to the bookshelf. At this moment, a church member he had never met was squatting on them. He was concentrating on flipping through the yellow booklet in his hand, completely unaware that other church members had entered. .

Watson once thought that after joining the hospital for so long, he had met all the esoteric cultists of the Crossroads Order, but he did not expect that the employees in the hospital were only part of them. There were still some members of the sect who had never been born and were secretly hidden in the hospital. Underground, unknown esoteric affairs are busy.

But the identity of these people is not what he needs to be concerned about at this moment. His current priority is to absorb all the esoteric knowledge that he can acquire at his current level to enhance his esoteric knowledge.

He came to the bookshelf and took a closer look. The books on it were not of a wide range of types. Most of them were newly bound photocopied texts. Only a very few of them were from ancient times, wrinkled and yellowed by time. , and they are all incomplete manuscripts.

Before Watson arrived, he had asked Clovert about the name of the book on learning Fucino, which was a copy of Alessandro Lacroche's notes. This book is widely circulated in the hidden world and is known as the most successful research material on the Fucino language.

But he did not look for the book in a hurry at this time, but browsed it leisurely. He silently recited the words on the spine of the book that his fingertips traced in his heart: "Introduction Guide to Invisible Art Volume I" "Mansu Travel" Strategy·Woodland Volume", "Woodland Creatures Cooking Manual", "The Skinned Macias", "Things I Have to Say About the Grappler"... Huh? It seems like there is something serious sneaking in? !

Watson was not attracted by those pretentious and exaggerated book titles. He himself came from a future timeline that was well versed in this. He had already been bombarded and baptized by shock literature, and no longer believed in these deliberately introduced books. A gimmick... Although the intracranial moth was extremely interested in it and kept flapping its wings slightly to let him extract the book.

However, he still took out the copy, which was obviously a little old after being read by many people. The name of the book was written on the cover in slightly blurry ink - "Introduction Guide to Invisible Art Volume I"

There is a message written on the title page of the book:

[If our world is as we see it, then this knowledge has no effect, but... yet it works. ”]

He continued to read.

[Invisible Arts (Invisible Arts) means supernatural skills that cannot be seen, heard or perceived by mortals. 】

[We live in a world that we ourselves cannot understand. Under the history we once believed to be true, there is another dangerous and strange world hidden. 】

[I once had a conversation with an old man. We discussed the nature of the world, the origin of gravity, and the nature of light... However, this wise old man inadvertently confided to me something in the world. Things you never knew existed. 】

[He said in a hoarse voice that sounded like two pieces of dead tree bark rubbing against each other, "I...I made a mistake."]

["I...hid the truth of some things from the world."]

[The old man with gray beard and hair suddenly raised his head, his face covered with years' ravines was full of guilt, and his dark and turbid eyes were shining with an incomprehensible light, but I seemed to see something a little bit... Tears welled up in those eyes that had gone through many vicissitudes of life. 】

["I must confess to the world that I have deceived everyone in the world. I must apologize to everyone, to my supporters, to everyone at the Royal Society, and to my... closest friend Nicholas .”]

["Sorry, Nicholas, you have never plagiarized my results. You are the real founder of calculus."]

[I listened to the old man's apology, but to be honest, I didn't see any regret in the other person's eyes, nor did I see the other person's expression of relief after revealing the truth that had been stored for a long time... I know This is just an appetizer before the meal, and there will inevitably be a more exciting and shocking truth to follow. 】

["But what I really need to apologize to the world is not this matter, but the works about me, "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy", "Optics", "Explanation of the Properties of Light"..."]

["Their real author is not me, but someone else!"]

[After the old man finished speaking, he immediately shook his head crazily, trying to take back the disrespectful words he just said. He murmured words with unknown meaning in his mouth like crackling flames... This old man, who is famous for his genius, looked at this moment. Sounds like those ignorant and fanatical believers. 】

[Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to return to his normal tone, and I got out of the steaming heat. I was sweating profusely without realizing it, and my clothes were already wet. If not, I could still sniff the tabletop. With the sweet and fragrant milk tea smell, I would probably mistakenly think that I was standing on the edge of a volcano, feeling the light and heat of the hot magma. ”]

["No, how can I use the term 'human' to refer to that great existence? It is really blasphemy, blasphemy and blasphemy!"]

【“He… That’s right, let’s call that person ‘He’.” The old man finally found a suitable nickname, and he contentedly added another piece of charcoal to the fire in the fireplace. In the atmosphere of the blazing flames, I seemed to feel the illusion of being on the edge of magma again. 】

【“Where were we just talking about?” The old man asked, and I gently reminded him—the real author. 】

【"Oh, yes, the real author!" The old man suddenly realized, then swallowed heavily, then looked at the flames in the fireplace, and suddenly mentioned something off topic, "Do you know? Flame is not just flame, fire is both severe winter and warm spring, fire has temperature and will consume everything."】

【"All my research results are not just the results of my personal efforts, the laws of nature, the mysteries of heaven and earth... Everything in the world is so beautiful and mysterious, how can mortals with their backward perception touch the essence of things?"】

【"Everything I know." The old man suddenly revealed a solemn look like a pilgrim, "All comes from His revelation!!!"】

【"Who... is He?!"】

【The old man stood up from the sofa suddenly, his face reflected the firelight of the fireplace, and his eyes seemed to be burning. 】

【"He is the God of Incombustion, the God of Consumption and Recreation, the God of Recasting and Change!"】

【"He is also the God of Technology, the God of Industry, and the God of Chemistry! Humans will draw strength from His flames, allowing heavy machinery to operate on its own, making violent lightning succumb, and even irreducible and indivisible matter will break apart and burst out with the hottest power!"】

【"He is the great, eternal, immortal Day Forge!"】