Chapter 1 The mysterious translation work

Author: seedless melon

Chapter 1 The mysterious translation work

The dark fragment is semi-curved, has an irregular fracture, is about the size of a palm, and may be a pottery fragment.

There are several darker veins on the fragments, sealed by dust.

Truman took out a small brush from the utensils on the tool table and carefully swept away the dust on the texture of the pottery fragments. A clearer texture appeared, vaguely a glyph.

Now, Truman more carefully took out a bottle of potion, poured the silver liquid into the dent, and then kept tilting the pottery fragment to let the silver liquid flow slowly in the dent.

Clearer traces of characters emerge.

This is a word for "secret".

This is the third word today.

At the same time, Truman felt that a string in his mind was being pulled tightly, and the huge feeling of boredom affected his body mentally.

His brain was screaming, his hands were shaking, his perception of the world changed from rational to irrational, and he just wanted to roar and roar.

Today’s ‘share’ is not enough…

Truman quickly closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his racing heart.

Until the string in my head calmed down again, but the anxiety and rage were still boiling in my heart.

Truman opened his eyes again and hurriedly copied the word "you" on the paper with a quill pen, which continued to consume his "share" today.

But he had to finish it now, because for each additional word he completed, he would get more rewards.

After finishing writing, Truman hurriedly picked up the results of today's work, stood up, put on his coat, and left the cubicle.

This is a long corridor. Dim electric lights are on every ten meters, but they can't illuminate the depths. Looking deeper, it seems to lead to hell.

There are cubicles with the same pattern on both sides of the corridor, and there are about ten "apprentices" in them. The job of each "apprentice" is to identify the mysterious characters for the owner of the workshop.

Recognizing these words requires paying a 'share' as a price.

The so-called 'share' refers to human beings' understanding and feelings of the world. When all 'shares' are lost, human beings will degenerate into beasts. From this perspective, perhaps 'share' can be interpreted as 'reason'.

But it's not that simple.

This world hides mystery and darkness that Truman cannot understand.

Looking at these cubicles, Truman's remaining sanity was mourning. Before he traveled through time, he was a clerk in a company, but after traveling through time, he still had to work hard.

The difference is that before time travel, I was selling my art but not my body, but after time traveling I was selling my body and not my body...

"I finished it today...three words?"

In the office at the end of the corridor, Truman met Anton, the manager of these apprentices and the official student of the workshop owner.

As a formal apprentice, Anton is qualified to have access to the extraordinary knowledge, which is the 'complete knowledge' that Truman and other apprentices spliced ​​from those mysterious texts.

This knowledge is also Truman's goal.

Of course, his more realistic goal is to survive in this world. As a time traveler, he has a very difficult life.

"Yes." Truman endured the irritability in his heart, stretched out his hand, and asked for his reward today.

"Other apprentices can only complete two words a day, but you can complete three. This kind of diligence is worthy of encouragement, but you must be careful about your 'share'. You don't want to become a madman, right?"

Dang, Dang, Dang...

When the last bell rang, Truman let out a long breath. He opened his eyes and looked at the computer screen in front of him. He had traveled back in time, but the time was only one hour.
Chapter completed!