Isekai Taneuma

Boom...! Suddenly, my consciousness suddenly awakened as if the analog TV channel were switching. There was a strange feeling of oppression, like being forced to pull away the spirit and pushed into the body again. My head is cluttered and I can't think straight. I felt like I was drowning and sweating all over my body, and I lost weight in a sneaky way.

As if I had been doing a full marathon, when I was wiping my forehead sweat while saying haha, my blurred vision gradually returned and I could see the situation around me. Then one day, countless curious eyes glistened around him, staring at him in anticipation of something.

"So, what happened to Luca?

The sparkling eyes of the settlement's children pierce Feng's face. He didn't know how to answer his innocent voice, which seemed to have been shown even by magic... but he remembered the sight of a nightmare he had just seen, and felt that it overlapped with the story of an elder one day, and spoke aggressively.

"Er... so, Lucaon... Luca worked with his fellow foresters to punish humans and get along with them. That's why humans and beasts are still close."

When Feng finished, the children had a pocahonous expression for a while, but they quickly lost face and were very pleased with the new story Feng had just told me.

Soon the elders came and complimented you on a slightly different story, perhaps not knowing the use of God. Hearing those words, the men in the settlement who had fooled him before changed their eyes and asked Feng to tell me more about Luca.

However, Feng could not rejoice at all. He stepped down from the stage, refusing the villagers' demands, saying that he was ill. The elder saw him like that, and it was the first time he had to go up to the stage instead.

As the elder told the villagers to behave themselves, he threw a magic mushroom into his mouth that had been put into a drawstring bag. What the hell is he looking at now, drinking that sparkling mushroom...

Feng shook his head.

No, what the hell did you show me...?

The events Feng had shown while losing consciousness just now were so imminent that I didn't think it was a hallucination that she showed so much. Somehow, it felt like I was watching a recorded video on TV. Could that really have happened? It was so realistic that I thought so.

However, as far as Feng remembered, such an event did not of course happen in reality. I don't remember seeing similar stories on TV or in movies. Even if you say hallucinations, memories that the person didn't know would not appear, and Feng had no reason to suddenly think of such things. So, who showed you that phantom?

Spirit.....

The Elder said, Hear the voice of the Spirit. Tell everyone the word of the Spirit.

If what the Elder says is true, it would be the Spirit who showed it... What did the Spirit try to tell Feng by showing it? No, it won't be limited to Feng. In retrospect, it was more or less similar to the old story of the elders. The elders also look at it and tell the villagers stories of the past and the myths of Genesis.

In other words, that's the story the Spirit is showing to those who ate mushrooms... I wonder what the Spirit is trying to tell mankind by showing them such things...

"It's a terrible sweat. I'd like to apprentice you in your posture of trying to find out what's bothering you, but if you die there won't be any ex-child."

Feng exhaled with a rough breath, and Leonardo, who was looking at it from afar, approached and gave out the water bottle he had. Feng took it as if he wanted to pull it, and drank the contents.

"Grandpa, are you here..."

"Mary asked me to. I was told to stay in the village for the time being because it was time for the pregnant woman to give birth."

Mary is as sweet as ever. It was like a grandpa who spoiled his granddaughter... but when Feng thought about it, Leonardo continued.

"That was an interesting story, but was it improvised by your employer? I was impressed like a real prayer artist."

Feng shook his head.

"No, it's not. When I drank a mushroom, I came up with it on my own... actually, I don't really remember what I was talking about."

"... hmm? What do you mean?"

"My consciousness just flew. And I was seeing something strange like a dream, and when I realized it, I told you about it...."

Leonardo is twisting his neck. Exactly as I was explaining it in my mouth... when I was wondering how to explain it, Feng remembered the hallucinations he had seen before drinking mushrooms.

"Speaking of which, I remember seeing my grandfather before I drank that mushroom... and then... somehow, I felt like I saw a strange human figure behind you, but what was that?

"Hmm... let's talk about it in detail."

Feng slowly remembered what happened before he transformed with mushrooms.

First of all, I wonder if the mushroom ingredients have worked, or if my vision has blurred due to dazzling. The customer's eyes began to circle after that. Behind Leonardo, there was a strangely poisonous space that was contoured.

And when I thought it looked like a person, I actually saw a human appearance there. A strangely serene or strictly expressive man, the impression was that the contours were blurred and unstable.

"Somehow, it seemed that the boundaries of the body were not fixed. It feels incredible, but I don't know if I'm there or not, it feels like that... I don't know if it looks like that when I see something I can't really see..."

"I see... Lord, have you seen the Spirit?

Feng swallowed Gokuri and Tsuba.

"Spirit... after all, is that a spirit? Does that make you look like a grandfather? Could that still be here?

Leonardo nodded lightly and drew something on the ground using the wand he had in his hand.

The area was already dark, and all I could count on was his lamp lights. What are you drawing...? As Feng bent his eyes as if he could see, Leonardo began to speak with a line pulled at the tip of the cane.

"Xi is now drawing a picture on the ground. Because the ground is not a two-dimensional plane, the picture drawn here should be a chunk of two-dimensional information. However, landscapes and portraits appear to be three-dimensional. There is a screen in the human eye called the retina, and what is reflected in it is supposed to be two-dimensional information, but we have never felt the world as two-dimensional. That's because the brain is transforming it into three dimensions and showing it.

In fact, they always look at the world in two dimensions, but the brain does not complement the dimensions from information such as perspective, shadows, and colors. In this way, if you look at each dimension consciously, it is possible to write more high-dimensional information, even if it is a canvas that should have only two-dimensional information.

In fact, not only vertical, horizontal, but also perspective, shadows, colors, etc., are considered as one dimension, and the painter actually writes three-dimensional, five-dimensional, and six-dimensional information on the two-dimensional canvas. However, since humans are not three-dimensional creatures, they can hardly be aware of the high-dimensional information they have.

In other words, we need a trick to see the spirits, which are higher order beings. Well, you don't know what you're talking about, so let's demonstrate. Feng, speaking of one dimension, what comes to mind first?

Feng was suddenly confronted with such a story, but dared to answer the old man's question in silence.

"... dots and lines?

I see. When you express a point without a coordinate axis as a zero dimension, a one-dimensional segment appears when you link a point with a point. "

"In the same way, now I'm going to draw two segments, and then I'm going to tie each end with another line... and I'm going to see a two-dimensional square here."

"Next, I'll draw two squares, and I'll tie each corner with a line. And now we have a three-dimensional cube."

"Thus, an n-dimensional object can be represented by two n-1 dimensional objects. If you think about it, if you tie a cube with a three-dimensional cube, this is not a four-dimensional cube. It's kind of a strange feeling, but if a four-dimensional presence appeared in front of us, it would look like this."

(Figure: Four-Dimensional Supercube, Orthopedic)

"But if you don't know how to look in four dimensions, what do you think this is going to look like in front of you? I guess you're just wondering what's weird. This is what happens when you look at high dimensions."

(Rotational view of normal octacytes)

"By the way, the line connecting this point, the point, the line, the line, the angle and the angle can also be regarded as the line of time travel. In the first example, there is a point where the trajectory of movement between time A and time B becomes a line. The trajectory of the line's movement is square. The trajectory of the square moving into the cube… If you think like this, you will clearly see that time is one dimension."

"And by thinking like this, we change the way we look at four-dimensional objects. According to the preceding example, the trajectory in which the cube moves from time A to time B becomes a four-dimensional object. Trajectories are just information that doesn't have reality. Considering how it looks in the human eye, it would be an uncertain existence that is constantly moving in a single hour...

Because the expression is confusing, if it is corrected to a tablet, at some point, it already contains all the results that will occur. That's not the high-dimensional existence.

In other words, the outline line you saw was blurred, and the person who wondered whether he was there or not was like an illusion that he felt because he saw the higher-order existence. The higher-order existence transcends the notion of time that we feel, and is somehow uncertain being there with all the consequences. Therefore, you felt that there were spirits there, but there were no spirits there. "

"... somehow, I get it. I mean, it's a creature in a high dimension that we can't see, right? No, if the sense of time is different from ours, I don't know if it's a creature."

"That's about it. Since the four dimensions encompass the three dimensions, they can also be seen if they are projected into the three dimensions. But you need a trick to see it. You must have gotten it temporarily by eating that mushroom."

"Does Grandpa usually see it?

"If you're conscious... you don't always see it."

"How long have you been seeing this? When you came to this world, you could see it naturally?

Then Leonardo shook his head.

"I've seen it since my last life... but I only saw it when I put one foot in the coffin. To tell the truth, he saw it, but for that reason, it was like he was summoned to this world."

"What do you mean...? Can I ask you more details?

"I see...."

The old man made a slight gesture of thinking, but he immediately remembered, pointing his cane to the ground and leaning against it to put his weight on.

"If you've seen spirits, maybe you should tell them. It is not a coincidence that Yan came to this world. I was summoned by the Spirit... his name is Maitreya. My real name is Milok. He was one of the five spirits who reigned in this world, also known as Mitra and Mitras, and planned to descend into the human world as a god in 5670 million years. Perhaps it was this spirit that you saw behind the mule earlier."

Feng couldn't conceal his surprise at the sudden story. My head was full of doubts, and I soon began to question it, but suddenly I wondered if I could put water on it and silently urged the continuation of the conversation.

"He was a bastard born between the notary's father and the farmer's daughter. My mother raised me in the countryside as a child, but when I was five years old, I said that my father would take it back somehow. At the time, the idea that the child was his father's property was dominant, so he couldn't help it if he didn't like it. The pigeon was taken over by his father and moved to the city.

My father had a pretty good education back then, but it was dark in the future. Because there was a rule that bastards could not become notaries, they could not inherit the legacy of their father. Therefore, there was pressure to cut through his life on his own.

(12) I was able to learn Latin and mathematics, but at the time the literacy rate was too low and there was no occupation that could take advantage of it. There was only a notary like my father, but the road was closed. Then, the remaining path was almost settled. At the time, if it weren't for notaries to be rich sons, it would have been decided between artists and architects. In that way, he became a painter for an unexpectedly passive reason.

At that time, it was the height of the Renaissance. Florence, which flourished in the financial sector, was the world's best artistic capital, dominated by medics. Florence flourished in the first place when the nobles began collecting the Greek goods brought back by the Crusades from the east. Eventually, it was also produced in Italy, and there was a demand for painters to create such Greek objects. So it wasn't the shortest way to be an artist to get rich quickly.

He apprenticed himself to a workshop in Verrocchio to become a painter. I wanted to do it alone if I could, but at the time it was apprenticeship, and to become an artist, I decided to become an apprentice of an artist. However, I was not particularly dissatisfied. Verrocchio was a great sculptor, but he didn't seem to have much interest in painting, so he didn't say anything.

He almost threw a circle at his apprentice, even though he was ordered to paint. That's why the painting department seemed to be full of disciples. He painted a picture in his name. Thanks to this, he succeeded in selling his fame to the neighborhood from an early age, so that his brothers and sisters could see it. Among them, Botticelli and I had been aiming for the same painter for nearly years, and it was a wonderful match.

At that time, he was in and out of the medic's salon, and he was interested in what was going on there. They researched the reverse imported platforms from the east and tried to bring their ideas to the world by pursuing beauty. By doing so, they really thought that they could be gods… so future generations called this gathering the Plato Academy. "