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Chapter 4: Whisper of Lost Language

  "I will write the forgotten history."

  When Aaron said this in his heart, the whole dilapidated library tower seemed to tremble slightly. It was not a tremor in the building, but a fluctuation at the "border of reality", just like he opened a door that should have been sealed.

  System prompt: You have accepted the task - try to translate "Fragment of the Tower·Page 7"

  Note: This is a fragment of a lost language book, which carries a very high cognitive burden. Failure may lead to language pollution, alienation of thinking, and spiritual sinking. Recommended status: mental integrity is not less than 95%, magic power is higher than 3.0, and equipped with a high-stability writing medium

  Aaron looked at the system panel, his throat tightened.

  "Mental integrity... has just recovered to 92%, and the magic power is only 2.6."

  But he knew that once the opportunity was missed, the next time he was selected by the "Whispering Book" might be a few months later, or even never again.

  He took out the unused "spiritual parchment", which was a relic left by his mentor as a "ritual spare part". He originally planned to use it before graduating from the apprenticeship, but now it came in handy in advance.

  He bit his fingertips and dripped his blood into the center of the parchment.

  Binding completed: Spiritual Writing Medium·LV.1

  Carrier connecting... Target construction: Tower Fragment·Page 7

  Constructing dimension access...

  Sudden whispers sounded.

  It didn't sound like a person speaking, but more like a mixture of memory, touch, emotion and unknown concepts, which directly hit Aaron's brain——

  > "…????????????????r????????e???????????…"

  "…you…write…it…will…come back…"

  He subconsciously grabbed the feather pen and wrote stroke by stroke.

  This time he did not use any known "runes", but let the language will directly control himself, like a dancer who was possessed, engraving a series of text fragments that could not even be considered "symbols" on the paper.

  His consciousness began to blur.

  Current status: Language infection index 21%

  Mental integrity dropped to 82%

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  Memory structure fluctuates... triggering random fragment replay

  He suddenly saw the scene of secretly reading "Taboo Poetry" under the night light when he was a child, saw his mother pressing a "sealing talisman" on his forehead, and then saw the blurred-faced mentor say-

  "Don't try to interpret any words that can't be read aloud."

  But he has finished writing.

  Seven lines, seventy-three "primitive configuration words" that cannot be described by normal language, like some kind of creeping text skeleton, creeping, arranging, and merging on the spiritual parchment.

  At that moment, the paper burned slightly, but it didn't burn black, but bloomed a kind of blue ripples that looked like light but not light.

  Successfully translated: Fragment of the Tower·Page 7 (Simplified Version)

  Obtained special construct: N'ghatl·Zair (Will Anchor)

  Unlocked new function: Etymological deep construction (can write "non-logical language" construct)

  Aaron sat on the ground, sweating profusely.

  He could feel that part of his "self" was being peeled off, folded, and blurred, while another part of the "essence of the scribe" was becoming clearer, as if a long-sealed door had finally been opened.

  Tip: The current language infection index is critical, do you want to start the "Word Purification Ceremony"?

  "...Don't start." He clenched his teeth.

  "I want to see how far this power can take me."

  He looked down at the symbol of "Zair" - it didn't look like a word, but like a concrete image of an "idea", a stable "anchor" in chaos.

  Aaron opened the construction editor again and created a new module in the construction dictionary:

  Construction word name: Seal of Zair

  Type: Rune Marker

  Brief description of effect: Embed this mark in any structure to maintain its short-term stable existence (up to 6 seconds) when the structure is disturbed, collapsed, or language polluted

  Etymology level: Lost Language, First Level

  Side effect: The carrier's infection index increases by +20% when encountering "language backlash"

  "This is an emergency mark, and it can even save lives." Aaron whispered.

  But the next second, his body temperature dropped sharply - a kind of icy "gaze" descended from the moment he finished writing.

  It was silent and invisible, but it made him breathless.

  The system prompt suddenly popped up:

  The high-level text life form "He" has briefly noticed you

  Calibrating the world causal deviation

  Warning: You may be eroded by "heterogeneous language carriers" in the next 48 hours

  Aaron instantly understood that the moment he started writing, he was registered by "He".

  But he didn't regret it.

  "This is the price of knowledge."

  He carved the "Mark of Zair" into the front page of his spiritual notebook and prepared to test its stabilizing effect in the next battle.

  At this time, the Whispering Book channel fluctuated again.

  Duskweave Apostle: You actually wrote Zair! ... Crazy, this is the name in the notebook of the previous generation of the Lost Control...

  Scarlet Knower: Welcome to join the Translator's Ladder, number AX-721. You are no longer an "apprentice", but "the one who touches the origin of words"

  Paper Man: Remember, after Zair is N'ghatl, don't let it open the "second page" in reverse...

  Aaron was silent.

  The "second page" they mentioned is some deeper foreign language structure-perhaps a spell that truly connects to the "superior language body".

  Perhaps, that is the core of the language catastrophe.

  He wrote a summary after the mission:

  Translation construction report

  Completed translation: Tower Fragment·Page 7 (simplified)

  Obtained construction word: Zair (first level of Lost Language)

  Risk assessment: There is a language life form watching (need to build an anti-interference structure)

  It was late in the city at night, and the rain gradually stopped.

  But the language storm has just begun to brew.

  On the other side of the old city, a senior member of the Lost Control Guild opened the file.

  "No. AX-721... New scribe Aaron..."

  "It was actually able to access the 'Lost Language' and successfully write, it must be... recovered."

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