"This.. rune.. are very similar to the ones on my amulet!" Varnel was surprised because he saw the symbols and runes in the book were exactly the same as those on the amulet he had. The rune was a tree.the burning tree of life.
"What? Seriously, the runes are very similar. Ah, wait a minute. There's a description." Varnel began to read the description - the meaning of the runes in the book. Tree of life. The tree that gave birth to all entities in the world. It existed before the void. It existed before it existed. It cannot be traced.he gave birth to the concept, law, plot, dimension, time, causality of life, death and others. therefore this tree will never die. and grow old. does not need water does not need light.
"this tree of life.. even gave birth to everything even the entity creatures on page 49? oh my this is the secret of the world. what is this world really? why am I the only one who is informed and destined? oh there's another one. this.. the burning tree of life. which is in my amulet." Varnel then began to read about the burning tree of life.it is explained that this burning tree of life is something cursed. something else. even though its nature is the same as the ordinary tree of life. creating everything. t but it was present before the ordinary tree of life. this tree of life includes the ordinary tree of life that exists. which in fact the tree of life created everything means it is not bound..
"wait..doesn't this cause a contradiction? this book explains that the tree of life existed before anything. but the burning tree of life existed before it. what is this? big mystery.. wait. there's something about the amulet I have." Varnel read it.. the book explained that the amulet that Varnel had was made from the wood of the burnt tree of life. and also the book explained about the origin of the amulet. The amulet was made by a person named Yggothz. He didn't really explain about the person but he made the talisman with his power.
"what is this! the creator. I don't know for sure but he is very strange! the tree has been separated from everything and gave birth to—created everything. but how did he make a talisman using wood of the tree?" Varnel was very confused and when he wanted to continue reading, the rest of the pages were all torn.
"Torn? ahh I'm so curious.. oh the rain has stopped and the sky is getting dark. I should go home" Varnel pocketed the book and walked towards the entrance he passed.The sound of his footsteps spread throughout the library. and he went out.
When he stepped out he saw a big flash of smoke passing by "huh? what was that?" he didn't really care and continued walking while looking at the sky which was almost completely dark. fog and smoke smelled of alcohol and rusty iron in the area."hmm. this smell is familiar. i'm bored. huhh.."
He walked, walked and kept walking on the muddy asphalt because it had just rained.
Varnel hummed the music faintly and with his body a little excited. As he walked faster. The rain fell again. At that time his amulet vibrated and felt very cold. he starter dancing a little casually. even though it looked strange but varnel enjoyed it. he saw a stick fall on the asphalt and he picked it up to dance.
he danced under the rain and night. not long after 10 minutes. he saw a woman passed out on the asphalt. he immediately came and tried to wake her up. and she still didn't wake up. he used electric magic to stimulate and wake the woman up. after varnel noticed her face and her smell. he realized and felt familiar that the woman was a woman who he met last night made him fall. the fragrance of roses and the slight smell of alcohol coming from the woman made Varnel tempted.
varnel held her chin and lifted it. varnel did it unconsciously because he was tempted. he saw her beautiful pink lips. varnel wanted to kiss her.. and it turned out that the woman had woken up earlier and stopped Varnel embarrassedly.. "y-you.. stop..." Varnel realized and was stunned. He immediately turned his face away in shame. "S-sorry I didn't realize I did that," he muttered. the woman immediately stood up nervously. and introduced himself. ""My name is Agatha Victoria," she muttered, and Varnel replied, "A-ah, my name is Varnel Clockwain." They both created an awkward atmosphere in the cold rain.
Varnel opened his mouth "you don't look well..are you sick? How about you stay at my house? It's raining here." Agatha was stunned and shook her head which meant no and she immediately ran under the thick rain and fog. Varnel muttered "oh my gosh I must look like a pervert. My charisma is so bad.."
Varnel walked again and went home. For 15 minutes. He arrived home soaking wet. He immediately took off his robe and clothes. He put the strange book he brought on the table.which was a little wet. Varnel immediately took a shower. After finishing his shower he wore casual clothes.
He pondered for a moment and thought about making a machine to open dimensions. "create a machine to tear dimensions and open another dimension to go.. is it possible? will it solve the mystery?..."he thought very hard and thought of every way
he muttered again "chrono-energy generators. using the principles of quantum physics to produce energy to control space-time mixed with magical knowledge and magic power.it can!"
Varnel began to design a blueprint to organize the energy components and use the principles of quantum physics. with energy tearing.
"using the theory of relativity to determine and orient to another dimension.. yes this is possible" he muttered
"using the principles of classical physics to adjust the resonance of the compass generator and chrono energy generator."
Varnel sat hunched over the soaked parchment, the blueprints spreading across the wooden table, lit faintly by flickering candlelight. Droplets of water from his hair still dripped to the floor, but he didn't care. His mind was elsewhere—far, far beyond.
He exhaled slowly, gripping the quill in his right hand. His eyes wandered across the sketches and raw calculations he had begun moments ago.
"Chrono-energy generators... space-time manipulation... magical circuits..." he muttered.
He began to carefully write again, recording every idea before it escaped the slippery walls of his mind.
"Before building anything... I need to map out the foundation. Stabilizers... source input... material resilience... All of this needs theoretical groundwork."
He jotted down more notes, circling certain points and drawing lines to connect theoretical concepts.
Resonance between magical essence and quantum fluctuation may cause rift instability. Solution: containment formula using reverse-folded sigils.
Primary energy source unknown.
Amulet resonance suggests compatibility with layered reality fields.
Tree of Life fragments embedded in core structure—cursed wood may possess autonomous rejection protocols.
He paused, his hand frozen mid-air.
The amulet remained cold. Silent. Yet it throbbed with weight. Not physical weight—but as if it carried something behind its silence. A presence. An expectation.
"This tree... existed before the Tree of Life..." he whispered, eyes scanning back through his notes. "Yet the Tree of Life created everything. If this burning one includes the other... then this amulet isn't just a relic. It's the key. Or perhaps... the lock."
He leaned back, his chair creaking beneath him, and stared at the ceiling.
"So what came first... the concept or the contradiction?"
His gaze returned to the blueprints. Slowly, he began organizing the elements into sections:
Dimensional Axis Orientation,Temporal Flux Stabilization,Energy Containment Structure,Reality Anchor System,Calibration Interface.
Varnel placed the quill down for a moment and massaged his temple. His mind ached—not from exhaustion, but from the sheer density of implications. If this machine could ever be made, it wouldn't just open a portal.
It would rip through the veil that defined existence.
"Before anything, I need calculations. Proof of concept. I can't move without that."
He flipped to another page and started scribbling formulas, drawing archaic sigils alongside scientific notations. Magic and science coexisted awkwardly, but he was determined to force them into harmony.
Space-time thread density ∝ inverse entropy flux,Mana-reactive materials obsidian alloy, dragonbone, corrupted gold, Anchor Points fixed variables across observed timelines (test with localized memory field)
He exhaled again. His breath fogged the air slightly—he hadn't noticed how cold it had become. Or perhaps it was the amulet again. He looked at it.
It didn't glow. But for a moment, it pulsed with something like a heartbeat.
Varnel stared.
Then, with both hands, he rolled up the parchments carefully and placed them into a leather scroll case, tying it shut with thin rope.
"It's enough for tonight," he whispered. "This is only the beginning."
He looked out the window—rain still fell, and fog crept like ghosts in the alleys.
He didn't know what awaited him on the other side of the veil he wanted to tear. But he knew—without doubt—that the answers were not in this world. They were beyond.
And so he stored the scroll. He placed the amulet gently on his shelf. And he sat, thinking—quietly, deeply—as shadows danced in the flickering candlelight, whispering secrets only silence could carry.