When the Magic Talisman completely merged into Roland's body.
He slowly opened his deep blue eyes, which had been tightly shut as they absorbed power.
His gaze was utterly calm.
It was the composure that came after comprehending the truths of all things.
Divine radiance revolved within them.
Then.
He opened his palm.
Within a faint pure white glow.
Foundation Particles appeared on their own—particles that even the most sophisticated microscopic equipment could never successfully observe.
These Foundation Particles were both the fundamental components of all things and the truth of the Dark Tower: one aspect of greatness and minuteness, symbolizing containment and being contained.
Now.
Having fused with the Magic Talisman, he had completely understood some of the words Ma Teng had once spoken, and gained new insights.
Among the knowledge he knew.
His friends' homeland—Earth, Eddie and the others' home—had seen Human Civilization invent many numerical units in order to explore the mysteries of mathematics.
They were terms that far surpassed the mathematical scope he had once known.
After all.
The environment he had lived in had basically required only simple calculations such as addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.
One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred million, trillion, quadrillion, quintillion, sextillion, septillion, octillion, nonillion, decillion, Ganges sand, asamkhyeya, nayuta... unspeakable, unturnable... Graham's Number... Aleph-null... Inaccessible Cardinal... Berkeley Cardinal...
The earlier units were still manageable.
But the farther he went.
The more they became things he had never imagined before.
They had completely reached the blind spots in his former knowledge.
However.
Those matters were no longer important now.
He had successfully understood everything.
He comprehended all knowledge.
From ancient times to the present.
Every kind of knowledge that had ever appeared within the entire Dark Tower flowed through his mind.
Though he could not reach that so-called True