He was Almost Absorbed by the System

Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Five - No Longer Having Purpose

Fear swept over him and caused sudden immobility.  Panic shook his frozen body and yet he still could not move.  No!  The word ran down his ice coated nerves.  Don't do it!  Don't take him away from me!  I've protected him from you for so long.... I can't lose him now!

Somewhere, in the recesses of his mind, the part of him that still retained rationality questioned these words.  Shouldn't it be that I want to protect him from now on?  But no matter what he wished to think, no matter what his screaming consciousness meant, he definitely did not want to lose him now!

With that thought in mind, his body was freed from his immobility and he rushed forward.  However, although the Grand Librarian had seemed distracted by the children, it was not enough and with a strength that should be impossible, O'vel-win was smacked aside with a huge force and found himself flying though the air to be stopped only by a bookcase, which shattered with the impact.  Pain flourished through the man's entire being and his ears rang, unable to hear anything but his internal screams.

"No!" Came the struggling cry of the farmer, who writhed and kicked out in the Grand Librarian's grip, but it was too no avail, it seemed.  K'tai-tul grasped for breath as he felt as helpless as a fish on a fisherman's hook.

"Put him down!" The boy child cried out again.

"Little puppet," the Grand Librarian drawled.  "You do not get to enter my domain and tell me what to do."

"If he dies," Ch'mai-tul mentioned softly.  "You will not get what you want."

The Librarian's eyes narrowed and he slowly put the man he was suffocating down onto his feet. K'tai-tul coughed and spluttered, his burning throat dragging in air desperately into his lungs.  And yet, he did not pause and think of himself, only dizzily staggering over to his beloved's fallen body to see if he was well.  The Librarian just watched him with cold eyes and a slight smile came unbidden to his lips.  If the sacrifice lost his reason for living....

"Stop!" L'nan-win cried out in his childish voice.  The Librarian paused to look at the boy with disdain.  "Don't you wish to know why we are here?"

"No need," the man said, dismissively.  "Just know that I grow tired of your Master's attempts to stop me.  It is time he ceased with his games and realise that I have won!  The sacrifice is in my domain and thus back in my possession!"

"Do you not wish to know what it is that you 'won'?" Ch'mai-tul asked in a slightly wary tone.

Again, his cold eyes narrowed as he contemplated their words.  Did they think that he was stupid?  Of course he knew of his prize!  A youth's body in which he could relive his existence as was the right that was once stolen from him!  He could not turn back the clock, could not reek vengeance upon those that had stolen from him, but at least he could experience once more the joy of living!

L'nan-win seemed to shake his head as if he could see right through the System's thoughts and he said; "You know, it has been interesting visiting the world of the creators.  They were a very open people.  They would state what they liked, they would mention what they did not, even if it was hurtful.  When they were interested in something, they put their hearts into it and when they were not, they ignored it.  But they were not good with things like deceit and lies.  Even their sly games were very straightforward if you think about it."  Ch'mai-tul nodded in sincere agreement.

"What are you trying to say?" The Librarian hissed at the two puppets who stood there and insulted his people.

Ch'mai-tul said nothing, just revealed a book that had somehow been hidden about her person and placed it cautiously upon the table next to the man.  He looked at it nonchalantly for a moment, but as it happened that he had been truly possessing the body of a librarian, whose life had been books, he could not repress his curiosity and opened the cover to begin reading the contents.