After confirming that the magic of time acceleration seemed to be useful here, Xingke kept staying in Meteora's subconscious world.

In the real world, Star Carving used Ilia to take care of his physical body as a reason (and to allow her to do whatever she wants with his physical body as bait) and did not let her follow in, and there was no need to worry about anything for a short time.

In this way, when the subjective time of Star Engraving has passed by about six or seven years (ten minutes outside), his exploration of this "ocean of knowledge" in Meteora's subconscious also has a scale of several kilometers. .

If it is an ordinary person, it may already be time to be lonely, but for Xingqi, he is just sighing in his heart-"Is it really good for me to be so leisurely?" -.

There is no need to deliberately simulate the eating and sleeping of ordinary humans, the trouble of being obliged to interrupt half of the reading without reading, and there is no trouble of reading a book without renewing the next book... Said, here is simply "the kingdom of heaven".

Do you want to come on vacation often in the future? I want to buy a villa here, no matter how expensive it is.

However, although living here is very comfortable and exploring in the ocean of knowledge is also very interesting, the key purpose at the beginning is clueless.

It stands to reason that conceptually, there is such a [book] aimed at him, which can make him reluctant to think about it, voluntarily donate his soul, and turn to ashes, but Xingke can't find it.

Methods such as divination and prediction are definitely not feasible. The exhaustive method of luck is always the most reliable, but it is a big project.

——It has been several years since I saw dozens of square kilometers, and this space filled with books seems to have no end at all.

"Not to mention the establishment of an intelligent system that can be classified and searched. If you want to see a particular taste, you have to find it yourself..."

Star carved limp in the air, while putting the book in his hand back to its original position, he muttered to himself.

Of course, he didn't mean to want someone's answer, just talking to himself.

However, a calm and gentle girl's voice rang in her ears—

"Sir, do you have a certain book you want to find?"

"Wow--"

The sudden appearance of the voice really shocked Xing Ke, and then he saw the familiar girl with short silver hair and ethnically characteristic robes——

Meteora didn't know when he had already stood by his side.

"...Ahem, it's not surprising that you are here, after all, this is the world your subconscious has transformed, and you should have a subconscious incarnation of your own."

Xingke felt ashamed that he hadn't thought about this all the time, and lamented that he was really not a smart person.

Then try to say hello to this "Meteora":

"Yo, how are you, Meteora. What should I call you?"

The person who can call each other's name while asking how to call each other-Xingke feels that he himself enjoys this honor.

"Your Excellency, hello. My name is Meteora Estreich, and I am the administrator of this [Final Library]."

"Oh? This place used to have a name."

And it's still [End Yan] or something... It feels like a second wind, does it mean it's over?

Xing Ke wanted to complain about the broken name set here, but he didn't say it. Then complained:

"Where have you been hiding before? I didn't even realize you were there. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if I did something shamelessly private?"

"Your Excellency, I have always been there, anywhere in this library.

But only when the guests need me will show up and guide them to find the book they want.

Also, please keep quiet and polite in the library. Things that violate public order and good customs are also prohibited. "

Meteora's answer resembled a competent librarian.

"Then, the lady who turned to ashes before..."

"Yes, with my help, that lady found the book of her own destiny, and she was satisfied with her destiny."

Meteora admitted very calmly.

"...Look at what you said, I was speechless."

Because it's all facts.

Xingke continued to advance the topic, trying to ask more:

"Then why is it called [End Yan] here? Is there any allusion?"

Regarding this question, if the ordinary Meteora would use the words "I am a librarian, not a museum narrator" to refute Starcut, but Meteora here seems to be different.

She continued to answer calmly and indifferently:

"As long as it's a story, there will be a [final] moment, or end, or end.

And here, this library records all the stories of the brave men born in fate from their journey to the end.

Hence the name: the library at the end, the library at the end of the world, the library at the end, etc.

The language is used differently and the meaning is the same. "

"Uh, that's the case, it's almost the same as my guess."

I don't know why, but Meteora is only introducing it very ordinary, but Xingke is shuddering with no reason... Some interest is high.

"So, take it out quickly, the book that is destined to me." Xingji couldn't wait to welcome his end.

"..."

It seemed very abnormal from Xingqian and didn't say much, Meteora closed his eyes——

The pure white space around which was so quiet that it made people crazy, only books and bookshelves existed suddenly began to move.

Rows of bookshelves move quickly like they are slid by an invisible huge palm, like a magic cube being turned.

The bookshelves in the field of vision were quickly screened and reduced, and the time for a few breaths was already short, and then continued to reduce the number... until the last book was left.

"How is this..."

"No."

"...?"

"No, sir. The library doesn't seem to have the book you want. I'm really sorry."

"Don't apologize to me-it seems that I am tragic, okay?"

Xingke waved his hand very disappointed and frustrated, rejected Meteora's apology, and persuaded himself to give up the urge to smash here.

After all, he just decided to buy a house here.

"Oh...Tell me the reason, let me despair." Xingke has suffered more from such "disappointment blows", and it has long been resistant. So I quickly recovered and asked ~lightnovelpub.net~ and Meteora, the librarian here, seemed a little embarrassed, hesitated and asked:

"... With all due respect, do you have a dream, sir?"

"No."

"So ideal, obsessive, long-cherished..."

"The same is not true. I am looking forward to the passing of time if I have to say something, and looking forward to the end of my life."

In short-I want to die.

"Or, will you follow the destiny's arrangement, follow the secular current, and do your best to complete your life?"

"It seems that the weak scum of fate cannot control me."

"Then do you have someone you love or something you cherish?"

"It used to be, and it is now, but it may not be there in the future."

Meteora seemed to be silent, and then she didn't ask Xingqi again, turned and walked toward the depths of the pure white space.

Bookshelves and books appeared again, arranged in two rows to form a corridor, seeming to welcome the return of Meteora——

"I've been watching here all the time,

Witnessed everything as a bystander;

From embarking on a journey to family reunion,

From falling to the ground to peaceful eternal sleep.

The story of dreams, the story of obsession;

The story of struggle, the story of guarding.

I sometimes continue to write regrets,

I sometimes rewrite my destiny;

I sometimes interpret life,

I sometimes applaud.

But the stage will eventually end,

The curtain will finally come to a close..."

At the moment when Meteora disappeared into the sea of ​​books, the pure white world was rolled up by a storm, and the scenery before him collapsed from the edge, falling into the darkness like broken glass.

Xingke knew that his time was up, but he didn't seem to get the answer he wanted to know...