The wagon traveled through the library complex, its owner added books into it. The titles comprised of mostly jargon with some few less hard to understand titles.

There was a pattern in the jargon

'abbreviatedColor-str/crv, optionalvarLetterNumber, LetterNumber, SpC/Bi/Dc' was the current knowledge on the Title, Sigmund had collected several of these jargon books, they seemed worth investigating since they made up a majority of the books.

There was a second jargon type which was

'abbreviatedColor-drb, optionalvarLetterNumber, Number/Number/Number/Number' and probably drb was something significantly different than str or crv.

Some of the more interesting titles like 'Powerful Magic' or 'Manifest Destiny' could be disregarded as obvious traps, but others like 'Intck adv vulStrs' seemed more promising if just a bit too abbreviated. Where was any beginnerfriendly guide that listed off how to do magic? The wagon grew heavier with the accumulated paper, every book laid in it being way more hard to read than to simply collect. Sigmund imagined himself to huddle away with them in a hidden place, digesting their contents, checking the facts against each other, making up his own mind and then experimenting with the magic. He even got 'Guide to smooth', because he was curious what that meant, despite the suspicious lack of abbreviations in the title. Eventually he had reached the end of a line and the wagon met the other side of the library, there was another door there. Sigmund didn't like doors - someone might come out of them, so he pushed his wagon to the next line of shelves.

He saw more 'crmsn', probably crimson jargon books in this line. Exiting, they were sorted.

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Could that mean that... magic affects the skin color? Crimson could be a rather bad magic.

Would one learn an entire magic in order to induce it in others and not use it oneself?

Food for thought, but Sigmund chose to skip the crmsn line, which turned out to be comprised of 5 lines. Then came a non-jargon line about trading, most of them being top 10 lists of how to get rich. Sigmund wasn't really interested in how to get rich in 'shards', which had different serial numbers signifying different types of shards - he took a book called 'Shard General Compendium A2' with him in the hope to understand why the money system was so damn complicated. After what felt like hundreds of lines about trading, Sigmund took a break. This place was too big. Who could make this big of a place?

He remembered that making infinite clocks at his specifications to be offered by Red. Maybe it wasn't so irrational, he could eventually learn how to do that if someone maybe built this entire place alone. That would be explaining the shard thing maybe, maybe they just got so much stuff here that they weren't able to note all that stuff down in a compact form. And with their supposedly infinite life, they could pump out so many books and so much stuff... the implications being that his own worth must be astounding. If someone could turn someone else into an eternal slave, then that would be infinite value. Had he really gotten away? Were they just waiting for him to do something stupid? Sigmund looked around, he saw no one, he was completely alone. Sigmund took out 'Guide to smooth', he would start of lightly and then go deep. Time to become super smart and magic or something.