VRMMO: Am I The Strongest Yet?

His long essay began with the description of what Dawn is, what do we mean when we say dawn, and after explaining the basics, the word, the science, and the symbolic meaning of the word Dawn, he expressed what the word Dawn meant to him.

He described how dawn meant a new beginning, how it meant the end of a perilous time, something personal and something that captivated even the Librarian who had read countless books, knew a lot of things— someone with the most experience of this world in this place.

He liked the topic, so he poured his heart into the writing that was carved on the empty wooden shelves.

He had written no more than three six thousand or so words. It wasn't much compared to the millions of words he had written in his lifetime.

And this time, unlike how he would usually do, he had also not written the answer in the way that he usually does.

He was a good writer, but more than that, he was someone who loved art.

Someone who appreciated the existence of this world more than any individuals out there.

"What do you think?"

"Hruuu?"

The Librarian was still looking at the compiled copy of the text that was now present on the desk that was created with his own magic.

"Hruuuu."

"That's right. This test did not need one to write on the wood."

They just had to answer the question, so writing on a paper of his own or something similar that one could write on was going to be acceptable. The reason there was no ink or paper there in the first place, was because the feather pen that he was using did not need something like that.

It was special so even if he tried writing on the carpet, he would have been able to write with it.

But, he found a different method that the librarian did not expect he would see.

"Hruuuu."

"That's right. His magic was pretty good."

He had seen countless mages in his life, so he could tell the casting method that he was using, though it relied on his amazing memory, was something different from simple memorizing.

"Do you think he will do something similar in this trial as well?"

As the afternoon approached in the Moongold, the town was becoming a little quieter.

Spectators in a large number had gathered in the plaza around the Library.

Magical screen a little different from the system screen was broadcasting things that were happening with those who had participated in the event.

Even inside the library, the special guests like the Mayor and his family, some special guests from the Viscount noble family, some important Foreigners who had established a special connection with the librarian over the years, were seeing everything through the magical vision of the librarian.

They were at the top floor of the library, looking down at the various things happening in the various parts of the unique Mind maze.

Getting the opportunity to watch all this from so close was nothing less than an honor. The Librarian was a special person that did not have any extraordinary connection with anyone.

He was a simple person, a strict follower of his own rules.

These people who had been invited here might know that person a little, but he was still not someone any of them could have any kind of close connection with.

Even a private meeting with him was just as difficult to them as it was for the rest of the people.

"Hruuuuu."

The Librarian was also looking at everything happening with his special bird from the top of the library.

And, though just like the rest of them he was also seeing every participant almost simultaneously with his unique vision, he was paying attention to two particular individuals.

"I don't think getting that topic was just luck though."

Elio was now faced with the second trial that was a little more difficult than the previous one where he had to choose a certain 'caterpillar' from the dozen that was presented before him.

The trial this time was about a choice, and there were no additional details of it.

He just had to choose, and that would be enough. But the Stars that he will get will completely depend on the reasoning by which he chooses the one.

"Think about it. What if he had some other kind of question?"

The question that was asked to him first was very simple, yet he answered it in so detail that it did not make any sense from a normal player's point of view.

He did not receive the hint that he was supposed to since the librarian was immersed in reading his answer until now, it was postponed until he clears his second trial.

"Hruuuu…"

His familiar believed that the answer that he presented was just a stroke of luck. He could write well about something and understood something good enough.

He was lucky to have that topic as his first question so, the unique being did not give him as much credit as the Librarian.

And since it was a wrong way of thinking, his master was trying to show his friend what it was missing.

"Look what he's doing."

The Caterpillars that he had to choose from were all of different kinds, colors, race, and they also had a unique power.

One could not choose one of them until they knew the power that they contained– at least to make this kind of decision, they needed a little more information.

And, trying to gather this information was nothing less than a form of art.

"Do you remember when I told you about the meaning of art?"

People would usually try and see what kind of powers the caterpillars had by provoking them into using those powers.

Some would try established methods that would not harm the individuals, while some would just recklessly choose the one that They found attractive.

This trial was not about that.

"Art is not how well you can perform something, how well you can write, or how well you can create something."

The young man was not provoking the little creatures or was treating them like the repulsive creatures they were.

He had taken out some snacks from his inventory, and he was chatting with them.

Someone who could write so well that it could even captivate someone like the librarian had a warm smile on his face, and he was chatting with the creatures that humans otherwise would not even spare a glance to before crushing them under their feet.

"Art is the humbleness to accept the existence of insignificant creatures. The ability to appreciate the inevitability of change and decay.

Art, as I understand Heliox, is the ability to let go."

Letting go of the conventional thinking, erasing the borders and boundaries that were never imposed on mankind by nature, having the intense desire to not become an element of this ill, twisted society.

"To embrace the present, to admire the past, and to wait for a new moment in our lives while contributing something, anything to this present flow– that is art."

Every being had this inherent right to contribute something to the present, even the beasts that are killed at the hands of hunters every day.

"Those who know how to contribute to this flow in the right way, in their own way, with what they consciously knew was right– those who understood what their creations would mean to the world even after the present becomes past in that unseen, known future… these individuals, Heliox, are Artists."

He wasn't one of them. He did not have the ability to create anything that would contribute to this perpetual flow.

That's why he had made this library.

That was the sole reason he was cherishing this world more than most others, and helping those who had the ability to contribute something to this world with their arduous task.

He admired art.

And he admired Artists like Him who saw beauty even in the most unintelligent, small, insignificant looking creatures.

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