It was well past midnight, yet there wasn't even the faintest trace of sleep in my eyes.My room was silent—too silent—broken only by the soft ticking of a clock hanging on the far wall.But my mind was far louder.
Again and again, my thoughts circled back to that unknown book—the one that had fallen from the sky like some cosmic joke… or a curse.A book that should never have existed, yet ended up in my hands, reshaping the entire direction of my life.
Where did it come from?Who sent it?Why me?
I exhaled slowly.
None of that mattered anymore.
What did matter were the things written inside it—the future I had read page after page.A future overflowing with tragedy, riddled with destruction.A future where even the so-called protagonist, the boy with a cheat-like system, failed to save the world entirely.
Arthur, in that story, had always been close to the protagonist.Cousins by blood, brothers by everything else.They grew up together—ate together, trained together, fought together.
And now that I possessed Arthur's memories, that warmth, that closeness… I felt it too.His attachments had become my attachments.His responsibilities… my responsibilities.
Which meant one thing:
I couldn't allow the future described in that book to unfold.
Not if I wanted to protect the ones he cherished—no, the ones I cherished now.
I sat up straighter, determination growing sharper inside me.
I had an advantage.A massive, world-shaking advantage.
"I remember everything clearly."
The book hadn't been vague.No—whoever wrote it had an obsession with detail.It mapped out every corner of the continent, every secret ruin, every mystical herb, every hidden inheritance blooming in forgotten landscapes.
"I know every hidden spot… every relic… every opportunity."
This knowledge—this gift from the heavens or hell—it was my ultimate weapon.
Novacter wasn't just a world; it was a treasure hall overflowing with chances.Yet in the original timeline, most of those treasures rotted untouched, overlooked by everyone.
But I couldn't just act impulsively.
There was a problem… a dangerous one.
I couldn't steal things meant for the protagonist.
Not the items that shaped his strength.Not the inheritances that kept him alive.Not the breakthroughs that allowed him to stand against impossible threats.
The world's balance depended on the things he obtained.If I took even one crucial opportunity from him, the future could twist into an unpredictable nightmare.
But that didn't mean I was helpless.Far from it.
There were countless relics and treasures the protagonist never used, even after obtaining them.Perfectly good items that sat forgotten forever.
Like that growth-type rapier sword…Or those dormant artifacts guarded by ancient ruins…
And the best part?
There were also relics coveted by that insane cult—the same cult that caused half the world's chaos—yet the protagonist never touched them.
Those would be mine.All of them.
I inhaled deeply, clearing my mind, and pulled out a simple diary.Flipping it open, I began writing steadily, carefully:
—Every major event from the novel—Every timeline—Every hidden treasure I could safely claim—Every threat that needed early preparation
The soft scratching of my pen filled the room like a rhythmic chant.Before I knew it, half the diary was full.
I still had two years before everything truly began.Enough time to reshape my destiny.
But one issue stood above everything else.
Mother.
Currently, no known cure existed for Abyss Corruption.Absolutely none.And in the original timeline…
Mother died five months before Arthur's awakening.
My chest tightened.
Not this time.Never again.
Four years from now, a cure would be discovered.But the reason for that discovery chilled me.
The recipe wasn't researched nor invented.It was rewarded.A direct gift from the protagonist's system—given only because the woman he loved had become infected.
A miracle given out of despair.
"Haha… talk about unfair."
That system… truly was the cheat every reader dreams of.
Of course, I'd already tried calling for it.Once.Twice.Ten times.
The silence I received in return was painful enough.
I puffed my cheeks slightly.
"Not like I need a system anyway… I'll just steal godly inheritances and items."
A grin tugged at my lips.
I held something far better:
Future knowledge.
I closed the diary gently.
"Anyway… I need to speak to Uncle about the cure. Only he can provide the materials."
I stood up.
I couldn't let Mother wait any longer.