Memor gazed down at Uncle Ceres's hands which lingered over the Memory Fragment and his feather-bladed jian, but no matter how he scrutinized, with a multitude of angles, Memor could pinpoint a change in Uncle Ceres's infusion.
After watching for a while, Memor noticed the Memory Fragment was starting to bond with the jian. Situated on the blade, the Memory Fragment's edges smoothed out as if it and the jian had been forged together from their creation.
As Memor watched, he witnessed the Memory Fragment seep into the jian, steadily any signs of its existence had been removed, only the feather-bladed jian rested above Ceres's workbench.
So that's how it looks when an Artifact is created. I've only read the first pages of the textbook regarding Artifacts, maybe I should go visit the library while I'm still in the village. Memor nodded imperceptibly at Uncle Ceres's work.
Upon Memor having that thought, Uncle Ceres turned to Memor, his eyes as indifferent as ever, but there was something there. In the next moment, Memor's mind was abruptly struck with an unbearable pain, making him drop to the ground and clutch his head.
Tears streamed down Memor's eyes as they pulsated and more blood vessels revealed themselves in his sclera. Drool leaked out his mouth as he clenched his jaws. Memor's mind was in shambles, it was empty and full at the same time.
As the agony pursued, Memor started to make sense of what was going on, Uncle Ceres had transferred a pile of memories directly into his mind, the quality and amount was too much for him to bear all in one moment.
As Memor twitched the ground, he ingrained his fingertips into his scalp almost tearing it, blood started to ooze out his nostrils and eyes, he was being consumed by his own mind.
Sat on the chair, Uncle Ceres stood up and walked before Memor, then he lifted a leg and placed it on Memor head, pinning him on the ground.
The seemingly unbearable pain gradually dissipated, the blood that trickled down his nose and eyes flowed back into Memor. Memor's grunting died down as his body began to relax. Uncle Ceres removed his foot from Memor's head once he had quieted down.
Agh, what the… Memor picked himself up, quivering, he staggered when he stood up. As his mind cleared up, he registered the memories he had received from Uncle Ceres, placing his mind into order, Memor categorized the knowledge he had received, he discerned that the memories he had gained were all on Artifacts, how to make them, how they work, how to make them more efficient. Memor stood in place, his eyes distant as he began revising the knowledge he just gained.
So an Artifact is a Memory Fragment bonded to a nonliving thing, this could be a door, or even a rock and they are made by inserting memories into the object that is supposed to be bonded with Memory Fragment so it would be found worthy. How efficient the Artifact would be is dependent on how worthy the object is made with the memories injected into it.
One can make an Artifact, but if it's just barely worthy, the amount of strain it puts on the user would be immense with each use… Wait, Uncle Ceres you transferred me every instance of you creating an Artifact? Though I can't make sense of them… It's probably because I can't look into the Phantom Realm yet. Memor turned his head to look at his uncle who stood soundlessly in front of him.
He recounted the large amount of memories he had just gained to grasp the ratio of them, most were that of Uncle Ceres crafting, granted a wealth of the details were removed as those might kill Memor with the vast amount of knowledge. Looking back at it, Memor felt like he was the one doing the crafting—he was Ceres.
With the knowledge about Artifacts and crafting, Memor additionally learned the details of the Artifact Uncle Ceres had crafted from his feather-bladed jian.
It was called Ripper, holding the same Unique Fragment Ability as Calypso, once activated its blade will be coated in a layer of rippling space, any and all substances that make contact with it will be forgotten and disappear.
The way Memor, a mortal human can control its power is simply having the desire for it to work, the person that holds the Artifact has control over it, and whatever the user wants the Artifact to do it will follow.
Interesting… But wait, what is Mind Essence? In the memories Uncle Ceres transferred to me, the part on efficiency it spoke about the consumption of Mind Essence. Memor looked at Uncle Ceres curiously, in which Uncle Ceres walked towards his workbench, grabbed the Ripper and handed it to Memor, then his voice echoed in Memor's head in his usual indifferent tone.
'Go and check the book on Mnemonists.'
Alright? It was a weird request, he had never personally read the books on Mnemonists at the library, only having listened to Alara's explanation. Having organized his mind, Memor took the Ripper off Ceres's hands then left the residence, making his way to the library.
It was soundless inside, the lining of mahogany tables and chairs at the edges of the library stood empty. Without being ceremonious to the librarian, Memor walked to the left, reaching the bookcase with the number 6 plastered at its surface. He turned in, finding the book on Mnemonist and then sitting down at a seat near the gothic styled floor-to-ceiling windows, placing the Ripper on the table.
Let's see what all this is about. Memor opened the leather cased book, he turned page by page, with every passing second he grew more and more baffled.
What is this? With every page it's turning more and more like a diary rather than a knowledge book. Memor sighed at the text presented to him.
Half of it doesn't say anything about Mnemonist, and other parts have texts like:
"You can get a Memory Fragment through the village council or city law enforcement, I think?"
"I ate raw Randerkse meat dipped in a grade sauce, it was quite remarkable to say the least, or maybe I was too drunk to differentiate the taste? Who knows."
"A Learner can look into an item's memory as far into the past, as long as they don't lose themselves, I honestly don't know what happens if a Mnemonist looks too deeply into an item's memory."
Memor shut the book, disappointed. Were all the things Alara told him false? That can't be true, even if the book is a mess of information it still holds some truths in it. Memor turned to the end of the book, looking for an author's name, he had a deep suspicion as to who it might be.
At the end there was no image of the author drawn, but there was a name, at the bottom of the page, inconspicuous as it was, written Gerald Shepherd.
Hmm… I'll just have to ask. Memor got up from his seat, picked up his sword and paced towards the front desk where the librarian sat, naturally he was reading a book, unbothered by Memor sudden presence.
Tapping the hilt of his jian on the marble table, Memor demanded the librarian's attention, then he asked in a gentlemanly demeanor."By any chance, might your name be Gerald?"
"Gerald Shepherd… How can I help you?"The librarian answered in puzzlement.
I see… Memor answered as he turned around."I was just curious..."
…Of which fool wrote his diary in a textbook.