Isaac awoke from his midday nap. Though it was a short nap that defied all logic of reasons as to why he would nap. It was a good nap, one wherein he dreamed of stories he had read related to Esotericism.
Damn… All that crying and thinking must have drained me… So sleepy~
Ah fuck… Never mind, first order of business… Let's get EVERYTHING organized first. I may not have a perfect memory of the plot of EAA, but I can literally piece together every error:
Perhaps it was the involuntary thought of activating his mind. But all the major facts in regard to this world had begun auto-organizing themselves into neat little thoughts for Isaac to break down.
Was it an ability activation? Or an effort of what he already possessed?
It is for him to awaken.
Same cosmological models and same physics, while having a possible 15 extra dimensions and a separate branch of science, being the 4SoS (Source of Sciences). But given the spike in bosons and fermionic activity, I'd say this universe operates at higher energy and entropy levels than mine.
(Context: Forming a Bose-Einstein Condensate IRL needs near-absolute-zero temperatures. If Mages are casually forming T-BECs in their body, regardless of Mana's intervention, it could suggest that there are higher energetic/entropic levels.)
Agerea = Earth, with barely any historical/linguistical difference. Save for a few typographical errors, by my calculations, Earth's entire annual energy output wouldn't even cover a tenth of what this planet expends in a single day due to point 1.
As if this universe, or maybe on a lower scale, galaxy/solar system, is overclocked…
This world's slapped on a fourth fucking kingdom and 3 more power systems. It's not necessarily a bad thing… I can gain 2 of the strongest allies in the same area, excluding those I am not aware of.
Future Narcissist of the 1st Source of Science: Caelum Veldt
Narcissist of the 2nd Source of Science: Xuě Xīlián
The remaining two will be recruited as I explore New EAA.
The definition of 'average' is sixteen-year-olds casually debating undergraduate, MSc, and PhD-level science and mathematics. The dumbest person here would be an above-average human in science and mathematics, probably in emotional intelligence as well.
The worst part?
magic Isn't Magic. cultivation isn't Cultivation. Likely, Buddhism is Buddhism, and Esotericism isn't Esotericism.
Magic = 'Noësis', and Cultivation = 'Monurgy'...
God… it's disgusting… Gone are EAA's tidy Intent-Incantation-Invocation rituals where it's all about T⁰-Boson excitation and neural quantum tunneling.
…
Fucking quantum tunneling? To just cast Spells?
It sounds ridiculou—
No.
Adapt, Isaac.
The fact that there are HDEs is absurd enough to make it so the previous disposition is completely possible. That reminds me… No matter how cringe or generic it may be. If there is so much evidence that higher dimensions exist, what would the 11th - 26th dimensional form of Mana… No… Thaumitons look like?
Imagine the sheer hermeneutically intractable and transrationally abstruse nature of TruE Thaumitons. How would a particle so much more illogical than a 6th-dimensional icosahedral quasicrystal look like? How terrifying would a particle so much more mathematically complex than a 12th-dimensional Fourfold Calabi–Yau Manifold even function?
Even trying to comprehend it feels not just impossible… But downright… metaphysically inconceivable…
Isaac attempted it.
Images of what can only be described as 'otherness' flashed in his head, on and off.
On.
Off.
On.
Off.
Isaac stopped as he had already slammed his forehead into the table. He had already passed out again. His nerve endings felt as if they were going to rip apart once again. It felt as if this time, his nerve endings were the ones being folded along a 4th spatial axis rather than the Ritualist.
This time, never to be regenerated again.
It was a pain that dug so deep that it could be said that the very vibrational strings that made up his branes, that made up his quantum fields, that made up his elementary particles, that made up his composite particles, that made up his atomic nuclei, that made up his atoms, that made his molecule, that made up what is Isaac's brain matter.
Was being severed. Attacked, per se.
It was an unimaginable pain that only one who suffered such injuries could describe. So much worse than the pain from the rupturing of Isaac's eyes.
And, whether it was a metaphorical or literal pain;
It is up to Isaac of the Future to find out…
For the answer was obvious.
Isaac.
Was correct in his imagining of what a 26th-dimensional particle would have looked like, moved down into his 3+1-dimensional universe.
But…
And with the biggest 'but' of his journey so far.
He. Only imagined.
One one Trillionth.
No.
One one Quintillionth of what Thaumitons actually are.
1 out of 1,000,000,000,000,000,000.
10⁻¹⁸.
Specifically, it was more accurately 1 out of 6.626 Quintillion.
Do not be mistaken.
For the task would be as difficult as searching for an atom in a universe, if that's even comparable. For a human or Human, it would be more analogous to searching for a string in a universe.
Hence, giving the accurate number.
It was a feat singlehandedly greater than the summation of what Isaac had accomplished in all three of his lives. Temporarily, never to be topped even in the future, before the story of New EAA is eventually taken to a cosmological scale.
But this was the greatest promise the universe could have granted Isaac.
That's his imagination; his failure was but the beginning of his characterization in a tale.
Because?
Isaac awoke from his unconsciousness in exactly:
137 seconds.
Ugh… FUCK IT STILL HURTS!
Isaac took multiple deep breaths before settling again.
Hah… I think… If I really were to even attempt a full scope imagining… I would legit have to be completely aware of my own nature in this world and story. All I know is that this story is a story amongst others on Earth, implying that, ontologically, the universe I came from is a reality that completely usurps any of this.
Thereby… Am I now a character of EAA?
Am I now an inhabitant of EAA's world?
Am I an outsider in this universe?
What am I?
It's scary… It really is…
Agnosiophobia and agnostophobia
…
I hate it.
Isaac took a breath to settle down his dangerously racing heart. He set down his pen and placed his face in his palms. Never in his life, since the age of 9, had he been this scared of things he knew not of.
His mind would not stop racing, though. There was one thing Isaac could not figure out, a fact all the way at the beginning of his story in this world.
No matter how much I think about it… Nothing can explain how I cast magic. If it is so complex to cast a single Spell, then how did I do it? One of the laws of 'Noësis' is that subconscious casting is impossible.
I only cast by the logic of EAA's casting system, NOT considering self-induced Bose-Einstein condensates. Though it is a bit weird that the Tau-9 Receptor is needed to cast Spells… Why can't it be ANY other protein receptor BUT the Tau-9?
It's perplexing.
Would it be possible, though?
Disregarding the Tau-9 fact, perhaps all those years of studying paid off? Unlikely, in a way; that is still subconscious casting.
Then perhaps I was assisted by somebody?
A bullshit argument.
The calculations alone would require a supercomputer's worth of neural processing. Even I would take 5-10 seconds to cast a simple spell. After all, we're talking about rewriting local quantum states through sheer fucking thought, not exactly beginner-level meditation.
It's absolute bullshit.
An external entity of higher mental capacity assisting me?
My ass.
Unless…
"Are you helping me?"
"Hello? System?"
No response.
Of course not… I'm sure that there is more to this System than it shows.
I can't prove it yet. But I know.
Hah… Okay.
Isaac got up. The 'Eulogist of Every Truth' would surely not be dissuaded by failure, but would continue learning.
No matter what.
If one thing is certain, I NEED information.
1 hour and 15 minutes until I need to lock in. Time to prepare.
.
.
.
It's you…
A student rounded the corner and glanced down at another.
"If it isn't Mr. Monster..."
The shorter boy tilted his head and feigned ignorance.
"hi," He purposely said slowly, "and you are?"
"Tsk… No way you've forgotten… Don't you remember me, man?!"
He blinked slowly again, pissing the taller one off. The sounds drove more and more students to the scene.
"Should I?"
"Hah… Guess I'll have to jog your memory… Has Sephalyn taken more of an interest in you?"
"What about i—"
Darius slapped Caelum across the cheek.
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.
Will go like that… The first punch is… now.
I need to wait for the moment he hits the table, if it does go according to Old EAA's script.
Prologue Event of Act I: Arc II.
The Dining Hall Skirmish
Clanker vs The Brute of Flames
Caelum Veldt vs Darius Azaryel
Or unbeknownst to the others.
Caelum vs. His jealous? childhood friend.