VRMMO: Am I The Strongest Yet?

Mages in this game were graded in two stages: first was through the highest tier of magic they can create themselves.

It was not about casting magic, but creating a spell from scratch.

The highest tier they can create before the right individuals affiliated with mages' association, was their official mage rank graded with the same tier of spells they can cast.

The other stage was the consecutive casting of spells of either a lower tier, or casting of spells that are of higher level than their earned ranks.

A normal mage affiliated with magic tower has to be at least of (tier-2), as in they are at least able to create their own magic of (tier-2) if they wanted an official mage rank.

It was a complicated process, so not many of the players go after it since just being recognised by the system was pretty much enough for them.

There were privileges for being affiliated with a magic tower or with the association, but for players, it was not really that important unless they wanted to academically study magic on a higher level and aim for the higher stages.

If they are (tier-3), mages were welcomed in any magic tower and reaching the (tier-4) stage was considered a great milestone among the mages.

As each stage was divided into Beginner, Advanced, and Master, to become an advanced mage of any respective tier was considered a great honor, one could become the master of magic tower with that level with enough achievements.

Ryan Von Luliby was an advanced (tier-4) magician of a high level. Yet, if we compare him to someone like the mages of (tier-6) or higher, he was pretty much a nobody.

"Oh? What brings you here?" in a distant land, in a cave filled with ancient scriptures, an elder voice resonated.

"Greetings, Lord Sage."

And greeting this old voice was a voice that the world, mainly the entirety of Moongold, was already familiar with.

"What brings the great busy Librarian to my humble abode today~?"

The voice the librarian was greeting was old, and filled with a more profound wisdom than his own voice.

"It is about the <Protector of Crimson seas>, so I believed you would be the best individual to ask."

"About that child?"

There was a kind of respect in the Librarian's voice that one could not understand with simple logic.

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He not only looked up to this old person covered in an old looking yet lavish purple cardigan, he was one of the few people in this world that he genuinely respected.

"Yes… you recognize this, right?"

The Librarian went inside the illuminated cave and created an image that he had seen himself with his magic.

"Oh?"

The magical screen contained multiple images of a single object that the old person in the lavish rugs, a pure white beard that went down his torso, recognised instantly as he saw it with his deep blue eyes.

"The white sword of great trial?"

This sword… this unique white sword covered in a unique white sheath was something most individuals like him in the world would recognize instantly.

"So… you do recognize this object."

Even the librarian who had been around for over a hundred years, one of the few (tier-7) mages of this world, knew nothing about this strange object.

And, no records that he held contained any knowledge or mention of this unique object.

"Hrmm…"

The sage looked up at the librarian with a concerned gaze.

"You mentioned her title earlier… could it be that…"

"Yes. She was in possession of that object when I last parted ways with her in moongold."

The sage looked at him with a sudden look of deep sorrow, before sighing with a sigh and shaking his head.

"Indeed. She won't stop surprising this old man even after so many years."

The moved his hand, and from earth, two chairs and a table manifested for them.

"You're here to know more about that sword, are you?"

"If possible, yes."

Ever since he saw that sword in her possession, even though it had somehow integrated into her dress, he could tell it was no simple object. Explore more at empire

He could feel something unique from that sword. Something that he had been searching for decades and had given up on before creating that library.

His relationship with her was not the best, and he had an innate feeling that even if he were to ask her, he would not get the answer that he was looking for.

Thus, when he suddenly obtained the fortunate information of this person's current whereabouts, he could not help leaving his library momentarily to quench his great curiosity.

He knew he was being reckless leaving the town when the mage tower master of the town was aiming for the people that had just left the town with the person they were talking about.

It could be dangerous, and knowing the mage tower master's greed, he knew that person might go straight after those people.

"Have a seat first."

"Thanks."

But, he also knew that because of his greed, he would not at least kill any of them.

He was a great barrier mage, so even if things go wrong, he would only harm them enough to knock them down.

His greed would not let him harm the 'things' that were going to earn them great research materials and some unique subjects, so the librarian had faith in His greed.

"Before I tell you anything about that white sword, know that all that you will know is a taboo."

"...?!"

The librarian was not worried about them but hearing those simple words of the old sage before him caused a ripple in his serene heart.

"Just knowing about that sword is a taboo?" he asked with a concerned look, his eyes clearly showing distress.

"There are things in this world that not even gods are allowed to talk about, young librarian. Much less us mortals."

The sage lifted his hand, and from some corner of the cave, an ancient parchment few in those old, wrinkled hands.

"That sword is one such object."

The sage opened the scripture before the librarian. And a colorful light blasting from it filled the entire cave around them.

"All those who reach the pinnacle of their art are approached by a unique object that has existed since the dawn of this world."

In the scripture, there was a record of the objects written in primordial language. Something that almost made the librarian dizzy after just a glance at them.

"They are presented with a trial, and clearing this trial gives them an opportunity."

The opportunity varies. But, there have been multiple records stating the appearance of certain unique objects that seldom gives these triumphant individuals a chance.

"WE call these objects <Stellar Aeons>."

They are locks.

And hidden behind these locks… is something even individuals like them do not know about.

"No one knows what happens to those who accept the trials of these objects, no one even knows what they have to do and what they achieve at the end of their task.

It is unknown what powers these objects contain as well… but, at least, from what is known…"

From the scriptures, a three dimensional image scene came out, shocking the librarian who had seen his fair share of absurdity in his time in this world.

"These primordial objects hold immense power."

A power so great that achieving a 'legendary' feat with them becomes a simple task.

"Their trial is different from any divine trial that exists in this world, young librarian."

The scene vanished, and along with it, the scripture retired to its original place.

"And the fact that she is now following that trial means something has finally changed."

The old man looked up at the librarian with a pleased, excited smile.

"Would you like some tea, young one? I want to know what she has been up to in your town."

The librarian's relationship with her was a complex one.

While bittersweet on a personal level, everyone entrusted with maintaining this world's peace and stability recognized the unique nature of her connection with the Six, and especially with this particular member before him.

"Yes, tea would be nice."

He could not possibly decline an opportunity like this one…

They were called the Great Sage for a reason. And beside, someone like him who was also a record keeper could not possibly decline an invitation from this particular individual.