---A year later---
"Hey Rosy, are you ready to be sacrificed?" Adam said to his dear friend, the system he had named Rosy.
[I'm ready, User Adam.]
"Okay… I hope we meet again in the future, Rosy," Adam replied, his voice heavy with sadness. After all, his companion for the past year was about to say goodbye.
As he knelt, placing his hands together in prayer, he called upon the honorific titles he had given to ROB.
"The lazy hand that writes all worlds,
The trickster who deals with death and rebirth,
The hidden author behind every ending,
Answer my sacrifice."
The moment he finished, his surroundings dissolved into a colorless void, a blank canvas that stretched endlessly in all directions.
"Thank you for sacrificing her to me, Adam. And I'm sorry… the world where I am posting your story doesn't allow her existence. She was also flawed."
The voice of ROB echoed as Adam turned to see a towering figure: a giant seated on a cosmic throne, its body a canvas of swirling galaxies, holding an eternal book and pen.
"It's fine, as long as you give me something else of equal weight. She was the only reason I considered this world real, and not just a game," Adam said, his tone flat. But both Rosy and ROB could see through his façade—the pain behind his calm act.
ROB raised the pen and four glowing symbols manifested before Adam:
A red, shadow-dense sigil, forming the image of a five-headed being—the Uniqueness of the Hanged Man Pathway.
A radiant golden sun, blazing with eternal brilliance—the Uniqueness of the Sun Pathway.
A stormy blue mark, wreathed in lightning and waves—the Uniqueness of the Tyrant Pathway.
An illusory tower of books, glowing faintly white—the Uniqueness of the White Tower Pathway.
ROB waved his pen again, and three objects appeared before Adam.
One was a quill, its feathers adorned with a single staring eye.
Another was a thin brown book, its cover inscribed with the words *Trunsoest Brass Book*.
The last was a rusted golden key.
"These are what I shall grant you. The quill is Sealed Artifact 0-08, the Quill of Alzuhod—I strengthened it to a planetary range. The book, as its title says, is 0-02, the Trunsoest Brass Book—I weakened it so that the laws you write will only last ten minutes. And the last is my own creation: 0-04, the Rusted Golden Key. It can open any physical or metaphysical door—vaults, seals, dimensions, even lost memories."
As the artifacts floated into Adam's hands, ROB spoke again.
"And I've removed their drawbacks. The Quill of Alzuhod will obey only you, and since I regret forcing you into sadness, I've placed Rosy's consciousness within it."
[User Adam, I am still here.]
Hearing her voice once more made Adam's chest lighten.
"You may speak telepathically with her. The Brass Book is weakened to prevent catastrophe, and the Rusted Golden Key truly can open the two Hoyoverse dimensions. But I warn you—use it sparingly. Each time you force open a dimension, you may attract the gaze of Outer Gods. Even weakened, they remain terrifying. The strongest of them, Azathoth, is only half as strong as me—but you cannot face them yet."
Adam looked up, a faint grin tugging at his lips.
"Do you like what you are seeing, dear reader?"
ROB chuckled.
"So, you've noticed, Adam, huh?"
"Of course I have. It's easy to notice when your pen keeps writing by itself while you're talking to me," Adam said, pointing to the pen and book still scribbling endlessly.
[User Adam is truly smart.]
"Oh, stop the flattery, Rosy," Adam muttered.
"Thanks for reading, my reader simp and daoist, and also that guy" ROB said, his form shifting. Now he appeared as a thirteen-year-old boy, his skin lightly dark, eyes heavy with sleeplessness. He wore a plain uniform marked with a red patch.
"I choose the Sun Uniqueness," Adam declared firmly.
"Very well, my dear Adam. For now, I grant you only one ability: semi-immortality. Only the destruction of your soul and mind can end you."
A radiant beam erupted from the void. The Sun's Uniqueness shot forward, piercing Adam's chest and sending agony through every fiber of his being. His body convulsed as his essence was reforged.
ROB's boyish form leaned closer, whispering into his ear.
"Wake up, Grisha Adam."
Adam jolted awake, still in his kneeling prayer posture. His sudden movement startled Himeko, who had entered his room, ready to rouse him after noticing he was ten minutes late.
"Oh, Adam, you're awake. I thought you had fallen asleep praying," Himeko said, relief softening her crimson eyes.
"Sorry, Himeko. Sometimes I really do fall asleep while praying," Adam admitted with a faint smile.
"Well, hurry up. You're already late by ten minutes," she replied, stepping back out the door.
"I'll follow. Just let me shower and change," Adam answered as her figure disappeared from sight.
Closing the door, he exhaled.
'Are you there, Rosy?' he asked inwardly, reaching for the presence within his soul.
[I'm here, Adam.]
Her gentle voice resonated through his mind as a quill shimmered faintly beside him.
'Thank God you're still here,' Adam replied silently, warmth flickering in his expression.
He stepped into the shower, preparing himself for the day ahead
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I put the names of my favorite readers here aka the top 3 and for that roselle guy who kept posting Adams honorific names he is top 4
Sorry for the late post my assignments was due just this day so I have to rush it and by a trace of luck class was suspended today so can make this chapter