— 64341, also known as Adam— said the stone-faced elder in a slow tone — You have a bank account, and I enrolled you in the school a few days ago. For someone who can't read, you've amassed quite a fortune...

—Could I see my fortune? — Adam replied, somewhat surprised to discover he actually had a bank account — I'd also like to deposit this golden leaf. Could I access more information about my account, and by the way, I would like to know...

—One operation at a time... — the old man interrupted with some annoyance, dampening Adam's excitement — Don't ask for so many things at once; I'm very busy attending to thousands of librarians at the same time. Anyway, take all the time you need; there's no rush.

When the stone-faced entity finished speaking, the book in Adam's hand suddenly slammed shut and then reopened, displaying a summary of his account:

> Adam / 64341

>

> Imbued Character Sheets: 120, Common Character Sheets: 8/18, Cursed Character Sheets: 71, Corrupted Character Sheets: 23, Magical Character Sheets: 4/18, Various Sheets Deposited: 2

Adam saw the somewhat staggering figures and started flipping through the pages of the book, and each page had transformed into the described sheets: the imbued ones were golden, the common character sheets were white, the cursed ones were black, the corrupted ones were violet, the magical ones were blue and were filled with moving scribbles.

However, both the magical and common character sheets were cut at the parts described in the summary, so neither sheet was complete. Meanwhile, the various sheets seemed to be two ordinary pieces of paper, each displaying a rather poorly drawn picture, as if a child had doodled them with colorful crayons.

One of the drawings depicted a little person with red hair and a smiling face, hugging a teddy bear while climbing some stairs.

The other drawing showed a tall person with a poorly drawn black robe and a face crossed out with black crayon. The tall figure seemed to be searching for the little person with red hair, who was hiding behind a box along with a teddy bear. The floor of the room where the little person was hiding was filled with scattered tiny figures, and all the heads of these figures on the floor were crossed out with red scribbles.

—Is all of this mine? — Adam asked, flipping through the pages like a madman, not fully understanding the summary — I mean, can I withdraw as many sheets as I want? Are there any rules or whims to remove these sheets?

—One operation at a time... — the stone-faced entity said with annoyance and some anger — If it's from 64341, which is you. If you want to deposit, just place your imbued character sheet in the book, and it will be saved automatically; you'll see your summary increase.

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—How much is each colored sheet worth in relation to the common character sheet? — Adam asked, looking at the colorful sheets in the notebook and trying to figure out how many shoes he could buy with this.

—An imbued character sheet currently trades for 105 common character sheets — the entity replied with a monotone voice — The other sheets are not liquid, so you can't sell them as a retailer. However, you can buy 1000 corrupted, cursed, or magical character sheets for about 1/18 of a common character sheet.

—Who gave me so many character sheets? — Adam asked, thinking about the mountain of shoes he could buy with this many character sheets — Who created the bank account for me? Did my mother do it? What was her name? Who drew these pictures, and by the way, I'd like to know...

—One operation at a time, you brat! — the entity shouted with considerable anger — If I didn't have your data, I would truly believe you're a child. You act maturely, but you won't gain anything by acting that way with me, so be patient!!

Upon hearing the entity's screams, the guards rushed over; they were already prepared to find anomalies. But before the guards could approach Adam, a stone wall appeared between the boy and the guards.

—Who gave you the right to interrupt an operation? — the entity roared violently, its voice echoing throughout the hexagon — Get out of here, you greedy bandits, or you'll become one of my books!

Hearing the shout, the guards slowly retreated towards the door without saying a word; they knew that the bookshelves were not kidding once the rules were stated.

When the guards left, the stone walls disappeared, and the hexagon was once again empty. Some customers looked angrily at the guards; others went directly to complain about what had happened.

—As for you, young man... — the entity said with the same monotone voice as before — Don't worry about those bandits; you can take all the time in the world, and no one will steal any sheets from you... but do one operation at a time...

—Who gave me all these sheets? — Adam asked, still somewhat frightened by the scene that had just unfolded.

—You deposited all the sheets in that book... — the entity commented with a monotone voice — 500 years ago, clean character sheets were worth a thousand times more than imbued ones, but the price has reversed over time; until you became rich. Congratulations on your great investment, Adam!

—But I'm 10 years old, not 50! — Adam said, getting the numbers confused.

—As for your second question... — the stone-faced entity said, ignoring the boy but noticing his persistence — You created the account 500... I mean, 8 years ago... You were a baby, but you crawled over to create a bank account... I have no doubt; I remember it like it was yesterday!

Adam remained stunned, trying to think back, but the truth was he didn't remember much from when he was a baby; besides, he had never seen a baby with his own eyes, so it could be true, considering his current 10-year-old mind and lack of education.

—Adam, I'm not going anywhere... — the stone-faced entity said as it saw Adam not requesting any operation — It's getting late, and you should go to school, but come and see me if you have more operations to make!

Feeling dazed, Adam followed the advice and headed to school while trying to recall what he had done as a child, but he could only remember playing in the halls and shelves of the lower floors.