The real world.
Aaron crossed a hillside, and a wasteland came into view.
This was the edge of the Green Forest. There was nothing to produce in any direction, and no sign of human habitation.
It was remote and inaccessible. Aaron had made a point of checking underground, too, but there were no mineral deposits. It was an absolutely desolate backwater, the kind that would be difficult to develop even after an unimaginably long time.
"Not bad, not bad. It's best when there's nothing here."
He seemed quite pleased with it.
"The tombs of rulers throughout history—even those of founding emperors—are helpless against people who come to conduct 'protective archaeological excavations' or rob the graves once their dynasties fall..."
"This has happened since ancient times. No one can escape it..."
"The only way is to either build decoy tombs like Cao Cao, or follow Genghis Khan's example and dig a hole wherever you happen to be... Make sure that grave robbers in later generations can never find it, no matter how hard they look... All that talk of feng shui and dragon veins is practically leaving them a map, isn't it?"
"Although Cao Cao's tomb was eventually found, at least it stayed hidden for a long time..."
"Likewise, given my reputation now, if I dared to be buried in the Sothoth Family cemetery, it might be fine for a few centuries. But later on, if the family happened to decline, my ashes would probably be scattered..."
Aaron carefully erased his tracks and made sure no one had seen him on the way there.
He picked a spot at random and began writing his final notes:
[Even if there is no mysticism in this world, I will create it myself!]
[The plan is ready. I will fall into a deep sleep