Super Righteous Player
Chapter 969 - 27: The Buried Truth

Chapter 969: Chapter 27: The Buried Truth

"This was the inspiration Hugo drew from the metro," Isaac explained to Annan in detail. "He used the ’location’ function of the pointer ritual, so the buoys marked on the elevators could accurately point to the different floors..."

The pointer ritual was a kind of spirit-summoning ritual. It was roughly similar to a spirit board or a pencil game in this world, using a three-ring dial marked with indications of toxicity, corrosiveness, and explosive potential to pinpoint the general characteristics of an unknown catalyst.

This was a ritual that alchemists had to master in the past.

Mainly to avoid killing themselves...

Before Hugo’s time, all the wizards had no choice but to honestly take the stairs. When the cafeteria opened at noon every day, the junior wizards would crowd together—no different from ordinary people in this aspect.

It was only after the adoption of the elevators that wizards avoided the unseemly situation of falling down the stairs.

"Although I don’t know its exact load capacity, the figure must be impressive, and it likely doesn’t consume much energy."

Faced with Annan’s puzzled look, Isaac smiled slightly, "These elevators are mainly used for loading and unloading mine carts and cargo ships... That was before Mr. Hugo became the Tower’s Child.

"If it weren’t reliable, practical, and affordable, those miners would rather have workers carry the goods than buy elevators.

"From this, it’s clear Mr. Hugo truly was a genius. Many of his inventions, starting from the little things, pushed the era forward... His invention named ’Hugo’s School Precision Positioning Elevator Device’ was such an invention, and the special device named ’Hugo’s School Shield Tunneling Equipment’ he invented is still the most advanced equipment used by the Diggers today."

Indeed so.

Annan nodded.

It is said that the "Overground Railway" now being built in the Kingdom of Noah was also supervised by Hugo. Since he could not replicate the "Mist Power Eternal Locomotive" used by the metro, he designed a lower-end version utilizing steam power.

And recently, The Holy Nation invented the internal combustion engine, and Hugo again modified the design—using the "Inert Black Fire" produced by Salvatore as fuel, and the locomotive powered by internal combustion is already in the experimental phase.

According to Kafney, it should be possible to trial it within the year.

By that time, the problem of the metro’s strained capacity would truly be solved.

Suddenly, Annan thought of something.

He lifted his head and addressed the young man with white hair and green eyes, "Mr. Isaac... When you were a student, did you invent something similar?"

Hearing this, the expression on Isaac II stiffened for a moment.

He coughed lightly and explained, "Mr. Hugo and I are of different types of research directions—though now both referred to as the ’Transmutation School’, historically our responsibilities were different.

"Our Jade Tower is the guardian of knowledge, the birthplace of former alchemists, and our research tends to place more emphasis on theory... Most of these theories are things that the majority of wizards and ritualists will not need in their lifetime, but they are the foundation that systematized this knowledge.

"But Heath Tower of Black inherited Prometheus’s will. Prometheus was the disciple of the Mysterious Lady... They emphasize creating inventions with practical significance that people can immediately put to use."

To put it simply, you don’t have any strong inventions of your own, do you...

Annan felt somewhat disappointed.

He had heard the title and profession "Jade Record," the last alchemist and the first transmutation wizard in the world—most importantly, his name was Isaac, and he was a lord, Annan had thought perhaps he was the embodiment of Lord Beef in this world.

Just like Michelangelo, who has now become a person in the mirror.

But indeed, there were some differences...

"Wait a second?"

Just then, Annan suddenly realized something, "You just mentioned... Heath Tower of Black inherited Prometheus’s will? Aren’t these Wizard’s Towers brought here by the Mysterious Lady?"

He had thought that at the very beginning, the Mysterious Lady had entered the native’s view in Aesirland with twenty-four Wizard’s Towers—mounted with rows of Floating Guns.

"...You could say that."

Isaac’s expression was somewhat astonished, "You are the Duke of Winter... As a duke, don’t you have access to this kind of information? Do wizards today no longer know where the Wizard’s Towers came from?"

"It’s probably a hangover from the war of unification."

Annan whispered, "After the bloody civil war over Wizard’s Towers concluded, many schools lost their heritage. The remaining survivors have completely faded from the public’s eyesight."

"At least in our era, this was not a secret... Ah."

Isaac sighed softly in the middle of his sentence, a hint of melancholy in his voice, "No matter what, this is the history that should never be erased."

He pursed his lips, "Where should I start... In the beginning, Wizard Towers didn’t have so many categories, nor were they used to support the great barrier—they were weapons, as well as tombstones."

"Tombstones?"

Annan inquired, "Whose tombstones?"

"Like... the ’Flame Pilferer’ Prometheus, for example?"

"That was after Lord Prometheus had passed away."

While the elevator descended slowly, Isaac caught his breath, straightened Annan’s collar for him, and then stood upright once more.

He tucked his left hand in his pocket while his right hand, adorned with numerous gems, pointed straight down.

"The very first Wizard Towers... were the tombstones made from the remains of twenty-four gods who had fallen in the era of the divine. Of course, at that time, they were not called gods but rather ’Lords’ or ’Living Pillars.’"

"The divinities had died but had not abandoned the protection of this world. They entrusted their remains to the Mysterious Lady to turn them into tools that mortals could use."

Isaac answered, "They were not mere towers crossing the living desert, nor simply treasures. They were twenty-four tombstones—the holders of these tombstones had the ability to leave behind their experiences, knowledge, and Elemental Power for the next generation to inherit.

"This is the most ancient transfer of magic. The most primal spells were divine arts that had lost their ability to actively respond and could only mechanically react. Or rather, the tombstones themselves were the foundation for responding to the divine arts... The inheritors deconstructed various abilities that mortals could utilize from them, and those were the earliest forms of spells.

"After arriving on the continent of Aesirland, with the power of curse energy, the ’Towers’ could then be erected. The reason they were built in the form of towers is that their foundations were the ’Lords’ and ’Living Pillars’ of yore.

"Because Towers symbolized the supreme power of the ’Lords,’ they stood independently, far apart from each other; because Towers represented the ’Living Pillars’ that touched the sky, they existed in the form of towers.

"From afar, they looked like pillars that reached the heavens."

Isaac sighed, "And the term ’gods’ was, from the very beginning, what we Aesirlanders called them. That’s because, in the Iron Age, our ancestors referred to the most primitive Transcendents as gods. And when the more handsome, powerful Elves crossed the desert from the east and attacked, the old gods became ’False Gods.’ But these gods were not lofty spirits; they were our forebears.

"No matter what, we will not forget, nor should we forget... It was the sacrifice of our ancestors at the very beginning that led to the splendid civilization of Wizards today..."

Isaac looked somewhat downcast, but he did not say much more.

Because he too had come to realize what this was all about.

...It probably wasn’t about the wars of unification.

But after the division of the five great nations, to erase the fact that "Elves once ruled over the Aesirlanders" and to cater to the self-esteem of the Aesirlanders, people tacitly stopped talking about the true origins of magic.

They would only call magic the "Song of Reason" and view the Wizard Towers as the "Gift of the Mysterious Lady." They placed the title of inventor of magic onto the Mysterious Lady.

They did not emphasize that it was the Sages of the Elves who, in the desert, deconstructed and analyzed the weakened Power of Truth from the ancient divine remains... because humans were not the true inheritors of the Elves.

"After all, Wizards are the guardians of the ’world,’ not guardians of history."

Annan comforted, "And the clergy will not concern themselves with gods who have died."

To this day, the Wizard Towers continue to protect humanity, to protect the current world.

However...

Annan pondered.

—The choice made by the Wizards cannot be said to be wrong, but neither can it be said to be correct.

The truth should not be buried, but blurting out the truth directly might not be the best solution.

Well, it might be better to leave this matter to the players to see what they can do...

Annan thought as he walked with Isaac toward Husky and the others.

They had just stepped out of the elevator when he heard Husky’s distinctive, bright, and clear voice.

"That’s pretty good, hahaha—"

"Keep it down..."

The voice of Thirteen Fragrance was also vaguely heard.

Annan’s expression became somewhat subtle.