Chapter 3260 Impartation II
'Artifice is the greatest art; one could even forge a world through it and people have done it,' said the familiar voice in my mind as I closed my eyes.
'Even the Celestial Tower, which houses the realms, is a creation of the artificer,' said the man with great pride in his voice.
This information did not surprise me; it did when I read about it for the first time and understood what realms are.
The celestial tower is the greatest creation of the universe; it is not just a place, that house realms.
It is also the reason why abominations haven't taken over the universe.
It is the most powerful weapon in existence, said to be designed by the most powerful titan to ever live.
That titan had died before they could finish it. The others have finished the tower, with designs left behind by the titan; it is said it would have been even grander, if its creator had been alive.
"Being an artificer gives you a greater understanding of the world; it is why most people who reached the highest level are artificers,"
He is right about that, but also wrong, since he omitted some information. It is people with a profession who advance faster and reach higher. It is not visible at the lower level, but at the higher level, its advantages become visible.
The professions let one understand the world at a deeper level and a higher level, it is extremely important.
'I will start the impartation now; keep your mind calm and open. And try to resist the weight. The longer you resist the weight, the more impartation you will receive,' he said.
I took a deep breath to myself and opened my mind, but did not remove all the restrictions.
While I am not feeling any danger from him, cautiousness is necessary.
Though I don't know what good it would do if this man truly wanted to harm me. He might be a small piece of soul, but he was a piece of the soul of Sky Sovereign or even Prime.
He will be able to do whatever he wants for me, and I wouldn't be able to resist it. I hope he does not have any such intentions.
Seconds passed when finally, I felt a string of light coming and connecting to my very soul and mind.
I was observing this connection for any threat when the impartation begins, and my vision changed.
I found myself in a small room, leading a book, with a body so weak, that I felt a panic for a moment, before registering energy. Which is very light and weak, like the one I felt in my world.
My village had the same density of energy, albeit of a different composition.
As I realize that, I saw myself in a body of eleven-twelve-year-old, who did not even begin to practice; sitting in with twenty-two other children and not all of them were humans.
They are sitting in a room, many of them talking, while the boy whose body I am reading the book, titled 'Introduction to Craftmanship'.
He was reading it when a tall middle-aged tiger beastman walked into the room and immediately, all the children turn to him.
"Welcome to your first class of craftsmanship," he said as looked at twenty-three children. "You all passed the test to gain entry into this class, but not all of you will remain here,"
"At the end of the month, half of you will drop out; at the end-of-year only quarter of you will remain, but those who do will get direct admission to any academy they want in the kingdom,"
"It had been happening for more than a decade and will continue to happen," said the tiger beastman, with pride in his eyes.
The children have become excited and a few seconds later; the teacher begins.
I started learning, understanding, what he is teaching in a completely different language I had not heard before.
It feels like I am learning it and not watching it through all of someone else's body. Impartation is not a simple thing; it is a direct imprinting of memories and experiences as if they are mine.
An impartation could make a person who never held a sword in his hand a master swordsman within the day.
It is only done if desperate conditions, as it had very bad side effects on the one giving it. In many conditions, people even forget the knowledge they have imparted.
The lesson on tiger beastman is finished, and the scenery changed, and I saw myself in a small room, reading the books before the memory of another lecture of tiger beastman appeared.
Hundreds of memories begin to appear and I live through each of them.
In them, I studied artificing, before started practicing it under the tutelage of Tiger Beastman. As he said, in the first lecture, people begin to drop in sheer difficulty and the result is tiger beastman's demands from his pupils.
At the end of the month, there were only twelve people remained, and end of the year, only four.
The memory then shifted to a workroom, with people watching. There, the child, or rather I, forged the dagger, which is observed by three people.
"You are one talented child. This dagger is Peak Grade 1 weapon," said the leading woman.
"Does that mean I passed the qualification?" I asked excitedly, forgetting the bone-deep tiredness I am feeling.
"With flying colors. From today, you are a grade 1 Craftsman," declared a woman and pinned a yellow badge of hammer and anvil on my chest.
'Level 1 impartation finished. Level 2 impartation begins,' said the man, and a new set of memories begin to appear. This place is much better, with denser energy.
The academy life begins. Most of the memories are of study and practice, but some of the instances where he gained insight while doing mundane things or fighting.
He is a quiet fighter and there are also Grimms in his world. Though, these Grimms seemed to belong to a single tribe; I have seen no other tribe than the Blood Horn Apeman tribe.
As the memories flashed, he begins to advance in his craft.
From the lowest Grade 1 Craftsman to becoming a Grade 9 Craftsman, the highest in his world. He gained the last insight while splitting the most powerful Grimm of his world into two with his halberd.
'Level 3, impartation finished. Level 4 impartation begins,' said their man and new memories appeared as always, but this time, they were different.
I found myself chained to a very hot room while banging the hammer into a red hot metal plate. I am tired of every inch of my life, but I kept banging my hammer on the metal while pushing the runes made of soul energy inside.
The room is boiling hot, but energy is very dense on a completely different level.
I knew these are the memories of the Prime World. The man is like me, from a minor world. Though his world was a level higher than mine, their limit was Primary II, instead of Primary-I like mine.
Like me, he had been caught and enslaved.
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