Chapter 595: The Highest Possible Infinities

Hearing Katherine’s words, the two women nodded and moved through the new Library.

The halls stretched endlessly in every direction, towering shelves like ancient monoliths filled with tomes that hummed with living knowledge.

The air was thick with the scent of old parchment, while faint, glowing runes drifted lazily through the space like fireflies.

Summer looked around with open curiosity, her long black hair swaying as she walked.

"How do we even work this place?" she asked, her voice echoing softly off the shelves.

Raven arched a brow, her pure white eyes scanning the endless rows as she admitted,

"I don’t know either. It’s Creara’s creation, so it’s probably more complicated than it looks."

The moment she finished speaking, a little boy appeared before them.

He looked about ten years old, with neat brown hair and curious, glowing orange eyes.

He wore simple, elegant robes that shimmered with faint script-like patterns. Seeing the two women, he bowed deeply with perfect manners.

"Welcome, Divine Creators," he said, his voice clear and polite. "I am the Library of Scriptoria. I welcome you to my Scriptorium."

Hearing his elegance, Raven and Summer exchanged a quick, surprised glance.

Raven tilted her head, her white eyes narrowing slightly.

"Are you one of Creara’s creations?" she asked.

The boy shook his head, smiling innocently.

"Creara? I’m not sure."

"I was born the moment the Library stabilized," he replied. "I am the embodiment of this place — its voice and guide."

He turned and began walking ahead of them as if everything was perfectly normal, his small footsteps echoing softly.

Such casual behavior made both women arch their brows, exchanging another look of mild amusement and curiosity.

As the boy walked, he continued speaking, his voice carrying clearly through the vast halls.

"The Scriptorium operates on thought and intent," he explained.

"With a simple desire, any book or scroll you seek will appear before you. The knowledge here is alive — it will present itself in the most useful form. You may ask me for guidance at any time."

By the time he finished speaking, he had led them to a grand, central desk made of glowing crystal and dark wood.

The boy hopped up onto the chair behind the grand desk, sitting neatly as he looked at them with a polite smile, ready to assist.

Raven and Summer stood before the desk, taking in the vast, living Library around them. T

Summer let out a soft, appreciative hum as she glanced around the vast chamber once more.

"This place really is neat," she said, her black eyes reflecting the soft glow of the floating scrolls.

Raven gave a small nod, her white hair shifting as she turned to her companion.

"Well, once again... Creara had a hand in this so it’s expected."

With that, they shared a quick glance, then both conjured elegant thrones with a casual wave of their hands — Raven’s a sleek obsidian seat with flowing white accents, Summer’s a more fluid design of dark wood and shifting shadows.

They sank into the chairs with ease, leaning back as they let their minds drift toward the knowledge they’d come to seek.

The boy’s polite smile quickly faded, his brows knitting together as his small face tightened in disapproval.

"It’s not allowed to conjure your own furniture in the Scriptorium," he said firmly, his tone imbued with the weight and certainty of an ancient librarian despite his youthful features.

"You’re only permitted to use the seating provided."

Raven smiled politely, her white eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at the boy.

"Zip it," she said calmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The boy blinked, clearly taken aback, but wisely chose to remain silent.

The two women turned their attention forward.

The air in front of them shimmered as the Library responded to their intent.

A massive, glowing tome materialized, hovering before them, its pages flipping rapidly on their own.

The text within was written in the Language of Gods, elegant and shifting, detailing everything known — and theorized — about the Highest Possible Infinities.

They read in silence for a while, the information unfolding before them.

The book opened with familiar concepts grounded in Earth-like perspectives.

It explored the usual mathematical infinities, where numbers could extend endlessly, the distinction between countable and uncountable infinities.

And how even in the most advanced sciences, infinity was often approached as a limit rather than something attainable.

It also delved into philosophical notions like eternal recurrence, limitless space, and the idea that genuine infinity might be beyond the grasp of mortal minds.

Then it moved into fantasy and popular novel interpretations.

Things of infinite mana systems in apocalyptic worlds, where power could grow without any upper boundary, allowing characters to break through every ceiling placed before them.

There were discussions of layered infinities, where each level of power rendered the previous one meaningless, and concepts of "absolute infinity" that transcended all previous definitions, existing beyond any scale or hierarchy.

As they continued reading, it dawned on them that everything laid out before them was already encompassed within the boundless knowledge they possessed.

Raven leaned in, her fingertips gliding over a shimmering line of text, eyes narrowing with thought.

"This is helpful," she murmured softly, "but it’s still confined. We need something that can break past even these ideas."

Summer nodded, her black eyes intent as a new section unfolded before her.

It was filled with things describing theoretical constructs of infinities capable of self-replication, evolution, and nesting smaller infinities within themselves without any contradiction.

The library continued its silent service, pages flipping at an increasing pace as it seemed to sense their growing curiosity.

The more they read, the more they uncovered increasingly obscure and advanced theories about how these infinities could be harnessed, surpassed, or even transformed into powerful weapons within a story.

After several hours of sifting through the material, Summer finally paused.

"Hmm, how about this?" she said, pointing toward the title with a curious expression.

"The Highest Possible Infinities?"