Magical daily life after reincarnation

Chapter 37 The Other Side of the Fog
Does truth exist?

If it exists, is it immutable?Still in constant motion?
For millennia, wizards have debated this question.

In the end, the wizards desperately found that there was no real answer to this question.No one can prove a truth that is absolutely true from any perspective, any place, and any time.

It is beyond the mist, a shore that humans may never reach.

"At the end of the Silver Age, Hercules the Great, the Mentor of the Mentor, the Triple-Great, crossed the Mists."

"He is the first and only human being in the world to cross the fog and reach the other shore."

"He tells us that, by its very nature, 'everything' is 'unknowable'. "

"But He discovered another shortcut, a shortcut called the Gate of Truth."

"The door of truth does not exist in this world, in the spiritual world, or in dreams. It is on the other side, and it is also in front of you,"

Little Professor Ella walked among the students, speaking some vague words.

"Professor, can we now obtain the truth through the door of truth?" Mia asked aloud.

Professor Ella's index finger was on her pink lips, and she tilted her head thinking about how to answer.

Looking at her like this, Tulo had the first thought that she seemed a little cute.

When I saw the puppet that could turn into an imaginary person, my first reaction was also Professor Ella.

She's so doll-like in size.

"I can't answer. This is not something that can be expressed in words. You can say yes or you can say no. Everything must be told through gnosis." Professor Ella said sincerely.

"Next, I will hold a ritual magic to let you see the existence of the Gate of Truth."

"Remember, for us now, harvest must have its price, and equivalent exchange is the criterion we must abide by."

"In front of the door of truth, don't think about asking for any answers, because as beginners, you still can't grasp the price of obtaining the answers."

"Just let go of your mind, don't ask for it, feel it, and maybe you can get an unexpected gift."

Professor Ella returned to the podium. She climbed onto the stool, opened her hands, and looked at everyone.

"Everyone shut your eyes, Tulo, and shut off your vision."

Taloi said he had plunged himself into darkness.

He was a little nervous, because according to the system's description, the door of truth had been defiled by himself.

But then it seems that there is no special change.

After seeing the door of truth through Professor Ella this time, I hope I can gain something.

I don't know how long it has been, but there is still no movement.

Taloi opened his magic eyes with the reminder of his spiritual sense, and his surroundings were no longer the alchemy classroom, but a faint mist.

The test bench was nowhere to be seen, as if being in a boundless open space with no direction, and there was only fog that obstructed the vision.

Professor Ella didn't say what to do after the ceremony...

Fedora is the world's top magic school, and the instructors in it are really hard to describe one by one.

Talo began to walk aimlessly in the mist until a voice rang in his ears.

"When you don't seek, the truth will come to you by itself."

Tarlow looked around, and beside him stood an old man wrapped in sackcloth and carrying an oak cane.

This is the one I saw in the dream corridor!
And he was the same as that time, ever since he entered the mist, he has been by his side!

A chilling feeling climbed up the spine. If the old man kept quiet, it wouldn't mean that he would never be able to find him.

Even if you have magic eyes, it is useless.

"Are you?" Tulo asked cautiously.

He is by no means Fedora's professor. Talo recalled a lot of wrong details later, but he never seemed to really have too much doubt about him, and he didn't try to prove what kind of existence the other party was in that encounter.

"Hehe, children don't need to be too scared. As an elder, I won't do things like voyeurism, and in my current state, I can't appear in this world at all."

"Oh, don't worry, I won't do mind reading without consent. These are your concerns based on experience."

"As for who I am, you should know, think again." The old man stroked his beard a few times with a smile, and explained, so that Tulo didn't have to worry too much.

"I know?" Tulo even used the memory ability of the mysterious door. He really felt that the old man in front of him was inexplicably familiar, but no matter how he thought about it, he had never seen it before.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, that bastard Papra is all to blame." The old man seemed to have realized something, and he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The surrounding fog suddenly retreated rapidly, leaving an open space with a radius of about five meters.

The pure white floor began to roar, and a huge door slowly rose behind the old man, with a tree-like pattern formed by ten rings and 22 paths.

The door of truth.

The appearance of the Gate of Truth this time is more magnificent and real than the previous two.

Unknown materials make up the door that exudes a simple atmosphere. Taluo can't see any gaps in it. If he hadn't seen the way it opened from it, he would have thought it was a huge stone tablet.

The impression of the old man gradually corresponded one-to-one with the portraits that appeared frequently in textbooks.

The discoverer of alchemy, the creator of astrology, the founder of the occult, three times the great Hercules.

"It's unbelievable, you're not..." Tulo hesitated to speak.

According to legend, Hercules was also the greatest blasphemer, and was buried in a tomb intertwined with three perfect circles and a regular triangle by the "first apostle" Popura.

"I have indeed been sealed, and now I am just an image." Hercule let out a slightly hoarse laugh, watching Talo explaining himself.

After finishing speaking, he walked aside with his cane, and let Tulo face the door of truth.

"Now, it's yours."

"I can't answer the question you want to ask, and I can't answer it now. But the time is coming, and the answer will be revealed soon." Hercule shook his head.

Tulo stopped the question in his mouth just now, and asked instead: "Then what should I do now?"

"Relax your mind and feel the door in front of you."

"You don't need to have so many worries in your heart, you are destiny and eternity."

Tulo didn't let his guard down because of this. This kind of old monster can only half believe what he says.

The mist surged up again, but it did not cover the clarity of the door of truth at all. It stood there, and nothing could block its existence.

The image of the Gate of Truth was reflected in Tulo's eyes, and its appearance gradually coincided with the Gate of Mystery in his mind.

The door of truth is the reflection of the door of mystery!

An unexpected thought appeared in my heart.

Doors represent all things, time and space and knowledge in occultism.

And the mysterious door in the mind is the prototype of all these concepts.

(End of this chapter)