Opening the book, I was immediately greeted by a dazzling light.
Words shimmered out from the pages, floating into the air before aligning themselves neatly in front of my face.
"Fantasy!!! Yippee!!"
The book had completely lost its book-ness, but honestly? No complaints.
Magical BS? Sign me up.
At least my mood was slightly better now.
Despite never having seen these symbols before, I could understand them perfectly.
The words formed a simple question:
’What do you want to know?’
Holy—this thing was talkative.
That demon maid might actually deserve some credit.
I thought for a moment before blurting out, "Tell me about this place—the world, actually. Not just where I am."
The book flared with golden light, releasing an overwhelming flood of words.
I immediately knew this was about to be a long read.
A single upside-down arrow hovered at the bottom right—probably a ’load more’ button.
...
I zoned out.
This book was starting to ramble.
It felt like listening to some old ’baldy’ talk about ’back in my day...’
I quickly interrupted.
"Wait, wait—I don’t need a history lesson. Just tell me how to gain strength and mystical abilities."
The book shimmered again—but this time, the light didn’t just glow.
It attacked me.
"AGH—MY EYES!!"
A blinding golden flash pierced through my vision, and I stumbled back, clutching my face.
I wailed in agony for a full five minutes before the pain finally subsided.
When I opened my eyes, the book’s light had changed.
The golden glow was gone—replaced by a deep, blood-red hue.
A new message formed:
...
...This ancient scirbble had a consciousness.
...
...
What.
My mind went blank.
That’s it?
You just...get immortality? For free?!
What was the point of life then?!
If you have infinite time, there’s no urgency—no reason to do anything.
It was like having homework with no due date.
90% of people wouldn’t even bother doing it.
I felt an overwhelming wave of disappointment.
And not just at immortality itself—but at how it was attained.
...
On Earth, couples were everywhere.
I never understood the whole marriage, girlfriend, boyfriend nonsense.
What was the difference between your male friends and your so-called significant other?
You spend time together, share your thoughts, and—if anything—you’re probably closer to your same-gender friends.
So why even bother?
For sex? Just hire a prostitute.
For legacy? Ha. If you hate yourself enough, why the hell would you inflict your genes on someone else?
The child born would curse back at me for sure.
I had always loved being solo.
Single, independent, unbothered.
And before you ask—no, it wasn’t because I was ugly or anything.
If anything, I was extremely attractive.
It just wasn’t my thing.
I was sure there were people like that here too.
...
The book wasn’t having it.
Before I could zone out completely, the book’s brightness increased.
It sensed I wasn’t paying attention.
"YOU DAMN BASTARD—!"