"If only my powers weren't sealed, I wouldn't have needed this library," I mumbled. The library resembled a cute, little bird with golden fur, shining like a phoenix but not quite one and it was wearing glasses, it looks totally nerd. "Hello, Mr. Raziel. Whatever information you want, just say it, and you'll get it."
The books were arranged in a beautiful, synchronized, and harmonious way. I found myself momentarily forgetting my purpose as I admired the artful placement of each tome.
"Um, I need a book to unleash my power. Both my physical and mental abilities are locked," I admitted. The golden bird gracefully fluttered around the shelves, inspecting each book.
"Did you find the book?" I asked, not realizing that I had to search for it myself. Why was this bird asking if I had found it or not?
The librarian responded, "You're an angel, right? Your soul has been transmuted, but your power remains the same. You don't need to physically read the book. There is no book in the library that you haven't read."
Confused, I questioned the librarian, "I've been standing here for an hour. Did you see me touch a single book? You're saying I've read them all?"
The librarian chuckled, "Kukuhku, what are you saying? Your powers have been with you all along. Have you ever wondered why your name is Raziel? It signifies knowledge, and knowledge cannot be snatched away. Not even a god can do that. Your powers are within you; you just need to realize it."
In that moment, I had an epiphany—I possessed something that could not be snatched away. "Thank you for helping me realize that," I expressed my gratitude. While inhabiting a human body, I had forgotten about the angelic powers lying dormant within me, untouched for countless divine days (where 1 divine day equals 4.32 billion human years). It dawned on me that, within the confines of a human vessel, I had grown somewhat oblivious to the extraordinary abilities that had been stored within me for eons. It was time to tap into the vast reservoir of power that had patiently awaited its release.
I closed my eyes, and an overwhelming torrent of knowledge flooded into my mind, akin to water cascading into an open vessel. The information surged relentlessly, providing insights into the intricacies of the material world, the human body, and the depths of spiritual powers. The sheer volume of knowledge was vast, and as it poured into my consciousness, my head began to ache with an intensity that I had never experienced before.
I struggled to absorb the avalanche of information, feeling the weight of countless truths and mysteries pressing against the confines of my mind. The strain became unbearable, and just when I thought I could endure no more, my strength waned, and I collapsed under the weight of the infinite wisdom flooding my senses.
As I lay there, overwhelmed and breathless, I realized that unlocking the dormant angelic powers within me came at a cost — a profound and physically taxing journey through the realms of knowledge and enlightenment. This human body can't absorb my powers fully at once. I realized it too late. my body couldn't take it.
I passed out, and when I opened my eyes, everything was blurry. The concerned librarian approached me, asking, "Mr. Raziel, are you okay?" I shook off the disorientation, standing up with newfound determination.
"I am perfectly fine. It's showtime now," I declared, a newfound energy coursing through me. Humans are very much sync to their body as if they are not the controller of the body, their minds are playing tricks and they are being controlled by their brain or maybe some evil force. I reoriented myself to the present moment, where two humans were engaged in a heated argument about a holy sword. The time had come for me to unveil the angelic powers I had rediscovered within myself and intervene in the affairs of the material world.
As soon as I returned, I employed one of my powers to gather information about the two humans. "Excuse me, you are from the Dawn Guild, right?" I interrupted their bickering, and both of them stopped and glared at me.
"Do you think I am a mad fellow barking over food?" The human named Ronald responded, visibly agitated. He was a member of the Dawn Guild, driven by the task of obtaining the holy sword.
"Are you a dog? I thought you were human," I casually remarked, plucking an apple from a nearby table and taking a bite while engaging with him. Ronald's face contorted , and he retorted, "Hey, don't you know who the Dawn Guild leader and chairman are? We can crush you like an ant. Just one phone call, and you'll be no more."
I was not Aware of Ronald's inflated view of his guild, I calmly questioned, "Why should I hand over something that belongs to me? do you even have the proof that it belongs to you any material proof?" I maintained eye contact, unyielding in my stance. Human have this habit of gaining anything by any means if they want it.
"Now we're talking. Name your price, and we will pay or tell me your demands, and we will fulfill them," Ronald offered, assuming my greed for money matched his own. I am angel why would I need money and that sword saved my life and I can't sell something which saved my life in that situation for me its a ordinary sword but I still won't sell it. does he think I need his money? However, the holy sword, appearing once every 25 years, had already chosen me as its owner. As long as I live, it couldn't be used by another, and touching it without ownership rendered it as an ordinary knife.
"It seems your Dawn Guild didn't have this information before sending you here. The sword chooses its owner, and it has chosen me. mad dog or whatever your name is, inform your owner that you can't fetch the bone because it has an owner who is very hard nut to crack," I asserted. Ronald left the room in silence, his earlier bravado now replaced with acknowledgment.
"Knowledge sure is useful. What a piece of cake," I mused, savoring the victory that came from understanding the intricacies of the situation.
The doctor was still waiting, a lingering anticipation in the air. "Are you waiting for something?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued. The doctor hesitated for a moment before posing a seemingly unrelated question, "You look perfectly fine now. Get well soon, you are worrying your family."
It struck me that the doctor was hiding something. "Doctor, did someone come to see me?" I pressed for an answer. Instead of responding verbally, the doctor reached into a pocket and produced something that piqued my interest and concern simultaneously.
The doctor handed me a hologram ball, displaying a telecast from half an hour before. A middle aged man had entered the room, sat for a while, left a few apples, and departed without uttering a word. The man, in his 40s, looked at my body with concern, indicating no ill intentions. Despite the familiarity in his gaze, my memory failed to recall anyone resembling his face. If my calculations were correct, the person should be the same age as this body's father. However, the relatives associated with this body were far from reputable.
'If this body's father were alive, he should be the same age. But all the relatives of this person are kind of trash. I don't want to get involved with them, when this body was in pain now held his hand then why now? I should free myself and get rid of all those scumbags, now that I inhabit this body,' I contemplated.
Addressing the doctor, I spoke, "I don't know him, Doctor, but can I get discharged? I feel perfectly fine, and I don't think I need any further care."
The doctor nodded, "Yes, you may be discharged. You didn't sustain any injuries. However, it seems like many people are waiting for you outside." He waked out with a smile on his face.
Although I didn't comprehend the full meaning of the doctor's words, my powers assured me that he spoke the truth, it's one of my power. As I contemplated leaving the confines of the hospital, I couldn't help but wonder about the unknown awaiting me outside.