Chapter 212: Bliss of An Empty Mind
Lan Jue sat in silence, staring at the metal on the table in front of him. He looked lost in thought. The crystal box the metal was held in remained closed.
Dwarka, the Imitation Skyfire Library.
âHa ha ha! Hahahaha! Of course, of course it would be this way. My original determinations were correct. Completely right! Hahahahaha! Keeper, you old bastard, I knew you were unwilling to give in. Of course I have to verify it. This old man wonât lose to you again!â
The Bookworm danced happily around his apartments. The Accountant sat slumped against a chair not far off, his face pale.
The last two days â two whole days â the Bookworm had been asking him questions non-stop. No food, no water, and if the Bookworm didnât like the answer he punished the Accountant with physic blows.
Against such oppressive power the Accountant couldnât do much. This crazy old manâs knowledge was as vast as the oceans, and his questions were poignant and cunning. The Account did his best to appear cowed, but his brain was ever working on the problem before him.
Two days without food and drink, wracking your brain morning to night. The Accountant was close to breaking.
The Bookworm celebrated by himself for what felt to be a good half an hour, before returning his attention unto the young man.
âMmn. Now that weâve taken care of that, this kid has no further use.â
The Accountant was greatly frightened, and despite his slow descend towards unconsciousness he snapped back to life. âY-you shouldnât act so recklessly! Look, Iâve done all you asked, answered all your questions. Think of how my grandfather would react if you did something untoward? And the Jewelry Master!â
The Bookworm curled his lips in a hideous grin. âYour grandfather? Distant waters hold no respite for the man dying of thirst. I wouldnât count on him, no. But that tricky gentleman, yes, weâll wait for him to show up. Heh heh. Iâll deal with him, too! Daring to deceive me⊠hah!â
The Bookworm came slinking back, bearing in his hand a strange bottle. In a blink he was standing before the Accountant, the sadistic grin on his face betraying his ill-intent.
âHey stupid⊠bet youâre hungry, right? Thirsty? Soon you wonât feel any hunger⊠any thirst. Uncle here will get you something delicious, this decoction here! Itâs a wonderful draught that took me ages to figure out. I actually prepared it for use on your grandfather. However, now that Iâve worked out his game⊠now that I know I can beat him!⊠then I donât need it. Itâs yours. If you hold any grievances about any of this, keep that to yourself, and you can blame your grandfather for all of it. Heh heh heh.â
âNo! Iâm not thirsty! Iâm sure we can find a solution to this. Your gripe is with my grandfather, why not just go after him? Ooohh-!â The Accountant struggled mightily as the Bookwormâs skinny hand gripped his lower jaw. He unceremoniously dumped the cloudy, purple liquid in to the Accountantâs mouth.
The Bookworm flicked the younger manâ adamâs apple. He heard a gulp, and knew the concoction had been swallowed.
âkah, ugh, hach, gah! You⊠you will not die a natural death! My grandfather will avenge me!â It was about this time the Accountant began to feel a strange sensation in his brain. It was like an explosion through his mind, and the world before him went dark. Heâd fainted.
The Bookwormâs sinister expression slowly receded. For the briefest of moments, it was replaced by a strange smile. âYou old wretch. Bastard!â He suddenly looked much more like his age, hobbling pitifully with a crackling voice. However, his eyes remained as clear and cutting as ever.
The bookworm cast the bottle away over his shoulder. The thoughtful look that that invaded his eyes began to change. He looked to be simultaneously concerned and excited.
âProfessor.â A deep voice called from outside the door.
âCome in,â he replied.
The door opened at his command. Su He and Lan Jue entered.
Upon seeing them, a distinct chill overcame the Bookwormâs expression.
Lan Jue smiled at him. âHave you looked it over?â
âWhat do you think,â the Bookworm replied curtly.
âThe Keeper asked me to give it to you,â Lan Jue said. âFactual proof. You both were right, and neither were wrong. 1. You say you wish you could go back, and nowâs your chance. Back then, no one had made any efforts to deceive you. The Library needs itâs master.â
The Bookwormâs eyes flashed. âDo you presume to come here and test my IQ, young man?â
Lan Jueâs eyes flashed to the Accountant, passed out in a nearby chair. He gradually lowered his head. âThe Keeper also asked me to tell you, that heâs not long for this world. His hope is to return to you whatâs rightfully yours, before he passes.â
The Bookwormâs whole body shook suddenly as though heâd been struck. When his spoke, his voice bore an icy chill. âChild, twice now youâve come before me. And twice youâve lied. Lie a third time, and what do you think the result will be? I donât care who you are, or where youâre from â no one would be able to talk me out of the things Iâd do to you.â
Lan Jue sighed. âWhether or not I am lying, you only need to dial a single number to find out. Determining the truth from lies is not difficult in this instance.â
The old man almost staggered. He recovered by quickly turning his lithe frame around, walking to the window, and punching in a number on his communicator.
âAh, you old coot. You finally agreed to get in contact with me?â The Keeperâs voice crackled through the line.
The Bookwormâs voice was harsh, mean. âI heard youâre dying.â
âDoes that please you,â the Keeper replied.
The Bookworm sneered. âOh yes. Of course Iâm pleased. Terribly pleased. When are you going to kick the bucket? Iâd love to come participate in the funeral.â
The Keeperâs voice came back thin, and weak. âAbout three months. Iâm glad youâre happy, Bookworm. Sad would also be fine, though â everything passes. You know itâs a nice feeling, with everything leaving your mind. Iâve spent the last little bit trying to hold to that, an empty mind. Itâs a wonderful sensation. Putting all of that away keeps the heart in a positive place.â
The connection was cut off.
Lit by the light from the window, with his wrist raised and stone still, the Bookworm looked like a thoughtful statue.
Lan Jue hadnât moved. In fact, he seemed somewhat lost in thought. Heâd heard the exchange. And despite his earlier conversation with the Keeper, he had to wonder; was this all a trick, or was his old friendâŠ
Silence prevailed within the Bookwormâs apartments for a time. A gloom came over Lan Jueâs expression.
The Bookworm spun around, speaking quickly to Su He. âHelp me pack. Weâre leaving for Planet Skyfire immediately. Iâm curious to see how this old man dies. Such splendid news! Best would have been if heâd died years ago, but this will do. I hope he dies before my very eyes. Iâll curse him. Iâll shame him. Iâll make his death a misery, his last thoughts will be of sorrow and regret!â The elderly scientist roared at them from across the room. Moister had begun to gather in the corner of his eyes, seeping through the creases and wrinkles. His whole body shook ever so slightly.
âYes, Professor.â Su He left at once to prepare.
An hour later, everyone had made their way to the public airship hangar in the heart of Dwarka.
Upon seeing the beautiful azure make of Zeus-1, the Bookwormâs brows wrinkled. His eyes flashes, and then were covered by streams of cascading data.
He waved a hand towards the ship, and a white light appear before the bow.
âWhat are you doing?â Lin Guoguo balked. Lan Jue held her back.
The white light glided over the length and girth of the ship. Once it reached the tail, it vanished. The strange light in the Bookwormâs eyes also faded in to nothing.
Hi lips curled in to another unwholesome grin. âWho designed it?â
âI guess I did,â Lan Jue replied.
The old man chortled, but his face went slack as quickly as quickly as it changed. âA cute little toy, but itâll do.â
Both Lin Guoguo and Xiuxiu shot him uncomfortable looks. Lan Jue silenced them with a glance, before they could voice their displeasure. The small group climbed on to the plane. Lan Jue carried the unconscious Accountant slung over his shoulder.
He never asked the Bookworm what had happened to his fellow Avenue denizen. The tears heâd seen when the Bookworm spoke to the Keeper was all the answer he needed.
The Bookworm scuttled in to the master control room, with Su He close on his heels. The older man was emotionally unstable, everyone knew, and so Su He had to postpone his own vacation until after his Professor was settled on Skyfire.
âPlease buckle your seat belts. Weâll be taking off shortly.â
Zeus-1 slowly rolled onto the runway. As it did, a pale light surrounded it until, suddenly, an electric blast fired from the engines and launched Zeus-1 in to the skies.
âHey kid,â the Bookworm said. He had chosen a seat nearby, and craned his neck to look at Lan Jue.
âYour command?â Lan Jue replied with a smile.
The Bookworm gave him a sidelong glance. âDo you want to improve this bucket youâre riding in?â
âOf course,â the Jewelry Master said. âWhy? Do you have any suggestions?â
The old man chortled. âI was an aerodynamics engineer in my youth. Even today, the majority of the Eastâs navy employs my designs. The reason Iâm telling you your ship is no good, is because of all the waste. Improper use of the materials and power gems youâve installed have led to this. None of what youâve tacked on is employing itâs highest potential. I can improve overall performance by thirty percent as is, but if you add a few materials we could double its output.â
Lan Jue was surprised at the accusation and subsequent offer. Zeus-1 was the single most advanced ship of its class, he thought to himself. A top-of-the-line battleship couldnât compete with it. If the Bookworm was speaking true, what sort of levels could Zeus-1 reach?
âWhat sort of price are we talking?â From the Bookwormâs face, Lan Jue knew this wouldnât be free.
âThereâs always a price,â the Bookworm cooed. âI can hardly be expected to work for free. These last few years Iâve been busy with my own research and designs. Unfortunately, Iâm in need of testers. Su He has told me that youâve attained the rank of God pilot years ago. A first-rate pilot. If youâre willing to help complete my research, Iâll help you put together a blueprint for this leaky bucket.â
1. Remember, this is in reference to the fight the Keeper and the Bookworm had years ago that they bet on, wherein the loser (bookworm) left. This is proof that neither lost.