The Branded Female Fencer

How much time has passed? The white road was dyed red, or yellow with diarrhea and scraps, and the road was stacked with meat chunks gradually. But the terrible thing is that the carcasses all have the same face. Is there any reason why the carcass looks ugly in the first place?

Needless to say, all those bodies belonged to Anomaly. The number of identities that have already been turned into corpses was about to exceed 500. But then, suddenly, the sight in front of him collapsed. The endless white road, which seemed to last forever, suddenly came to an end, and a single door appeared before him.

"Huh. You finally succeeded in finding the law. Oh, you killed me so much. Well. I'm gonna have to make sure you pay for this, okay?

Anomaly finally approached the door where she appeared when she relentlessly stepped on her own identity, which turned into a piece of meat. Hands on that door, and without looking back, he goes inside that door.

It was more than anger in my head for being killed many times, it was full of hatred for the material in my possession being wasted.

But the hatred was also scratched away in an instant when he saw the sight at the end of the door.

"This is - what is this!?

What Anomaly saw was an enormous amount of letters floating in the air in a cylindrically made room. A spiral staircase is built around it, but the floor that flies through the sky flies from there. Those floors are coming and going without bumping into each other and stopping on the way again. I have no idea how far the stairs and letters go. Because the ceiling in the room is as high as it gets to the sky.

Anomaly slowly looked at the letters floating in the sky and tried to read them. Letters flow slowly and sometimes disappear under walls and floors. I tried to touch it roughly, but it wasn't suitable for anomalies.

"This letter... most languages I don't know, but there are actually many different types of words. Besides, if you look closely, don't get the same letters several times. This can't be..."

"It's a good guess. It's the second person who can understand this."

When Anomaly looked back a little, there stood a girl who was outside the ruins. I did kill him, though - and Anomaly thought, the girl made me try to answer as if I understood the thought.

"As you can imagine, I'm already dead out there. Being here is like an empty cicada. You may understand me as just a phantom. No, concepts like dying to me don't apply."

"Huh. Aren't you even Calevan?"

"That's the name the outside world gave us. There is no such thing as our original name. I just created a reality if I had to. It's broken, too, but it must be necessary in the great flow of history."

"I'm not interested in history or anything of that magnitude. It is the wise or the great fool who is interested in such things, or the bearer of an exaggerated delusion that distracts the Spirit or God. Who the hell are you?

"As I said earlier, I am nothing. Just give visitors what they think they need for this place. You already seem to understand what this place is."

"Right. It's a library, this."

Answered Anomaly pointing to the letter. The girl snorts.

"Yeah, if I were to call you, that might be the right way to call me that. Except..."

"There's a hell of a lot of books to keep. How much knowledge do we have here?

"It's impossible to count. But the knowledge you seek will always be available and, conversely, you will not be given any other knowledge.

You are an unusual being. It seems that you are building more of your own identity and expanding your range of knowledge and thoughts by sharing experiences, but ultimately it is one of your brains that will govern that knowledge. There will be limits to how good you are. Assuming you try to find out everything you know about this place, it will undoubtedly destroy your brain. "

"Hmm. That may be the way you want to die, but it won't be long before it's over."

"Exactly"

The girl nodded and Anomaly was convinced.

"So how do I get the knowledge here?

"You should go straight ahead. If you go to the center, you'll get the knowledge you want."

"How do I know if I want to?

"I can only say that's what it is. I just have a role to play in conveying it."

"Right. Then just one more thing. Earlier, you said I was the second. Is there someone who came here before?

"Yes, a little over a decade ago, alone"

"What's your name?

"If you really want that too, you'll know. If it's not what you want, you can't know."

"Whatever you want. I don't know how to be modest, but I'm not an explorer. Sometimes that's not bad."

As Anomaly proceeded to the center, her feet rose for a time, and the circularly crept ground began to float into the universe as it was. Anomaly looked around from the climbing floor with a grin as if she enjoyed the process in surprise.

Continued