Monastery

As Serie made her plan public, it was like a sudden clap of thunder in the calm night sky. The once peaceful town of Oysaster was swiftly set ablaze, and news of it spread wildly like a virus.

Walking through the town's streets, Guter could already clearly sense the change in the atmosphere.

Although the vast majority of Oysaster's residents were not mages, that did not stop them from optimistically considering the opportunities and impact the establishment of the Continental Magic Association would bring to their city.

Setting everything else aside, the prospect of increasing the number of mages in the city alone was enough to fill the residents with delight.

After all, this was still a world ravaged by monsters and Demons. Even though Hero Himmel and his companions had successfully defeated the Demon King over twenty years ago, Demons and monsters had yet to cease their attacks on towns and villages.

Every human mage was an indispensable force in times of crisis.

The more human mages there were in town, the more peacefully its residents could rest.

Although Oysaster had already become far livelier than when Guter had first arrived, he knew this was still nothing.

After all, news of Serie founding the Continental Magic Association had only just begun to spread, and its reach remained limited.

Once some time had passed and the news reached the Northern Highlands and the Empire, the reaction it stirred would be even more astonishing.

By then, countless mages from the Northern Countries and Central Countries would flock to Oysaster. Mages from all across the continent would gather in one place—the scene would probably become lively beyond imagination.

Yet Guter had not the slightest desire to join that coming bustle. Restricted by the "Standing Apart from the World" trait, Guter, who had already spent quite some time in Oysaster, only wanted to find somewhere quiet to hide and reduce his interactions with others to a minimum.

Fortunately, after exploring the city over this period, Guter had indeed found a small Monastery on the outskirts of Oysaster.

Only one old monk remained at this Monastery.

And due to his age, that last monk only came by the Monastery once every two or three weeks.

For Guter, there could be no more suitable place to settle down.

He silently returned to his room and packed his belongings. Without saying goodbye to the innkeeper he had nearly grown familiar with, he brought enough provisions for half a month and moved into the Monastery that very night.

Fortunately, the tables and chairs in the Monastery still bore traces of having been cleaned. It seemed that old monk had come by not long ago.

If he was lucky enough, he might not encounter the old monk at all during his "stay."

The next day.

"Sha—sha—sha—"

As sunlight poured down, waves of "spring silkworms chewing leaves" echoed through the small Monastery on the edge of town.

Naturally, the source of those sounds was the Monastery's only current "resident."

Guter leaned over a desk, pressing down an old, tattered book with one hand while rapidly copying its contents onto the blank pages of another book with the other.

Transcribing the contents of old books on the verge of ruin into new ones was one of the monks' most common daily tasks, and they regarded it as part of their spiritual practice.

Thanks to the perseverance and practice of countless nameless monks across generations, much of the knowledge and culture created by humanity during the Mythic Era, ancient times, and the Unified Empire period had been preserved for later generations to use.

Even Hero Himmel and his companions, when they encountered an unsolvable problem during their journey, had found the inspiration to resolve it in a long-abandoned Monastery, relying on a legend from the Mythic Era that had been copied countless times.

Thus, the work of monks was undoubtedly meaningful.

It was simply that the pursuit of that meaning was rather arduous.

Ding!

Congratulations, Host

Daily Task: Daily Good Deed completed

"Whew, so I've finally copied enough."

Guter tossed aside his pen and shook his slightly numb wrist.

He had not expected that even with his current physique, writing too much would still tire out his wrist.

Still, seeing the system's notification that the task had been completed, his hard work that morning had not been in vain.

Copying books was an indispensable part of a monk's daily practice. Carrying the wisdom of past sages into future generations naturally counted as doing a good deed.

In truth, since Guter had transmigrated here, more than half of his Daily Good Deed tasks had been completed this way.

After all, for Guter, who treated an abandoned Monastery as his home, it was difficult to find other opportunities to do good deeds.

Meanwhile, in the Empire Territory, Imperial Capital Eisberg.

Duncan, a Court Mage who had only recently returned to his post after finishing a sweet trip with his wife, knocked on the door to his close friend's office.

"Lairn!"

"It's me! Open up!"