The Unnamed God. I'm really Not a God You Guys!

****(POV) 

How long have I been searching for him? Ever since I left my library. Let's just say it's been a while. Well, to be fair, it would be more accurate to say that I am waiting. 

Yes, that is the issue. The creator of The Unnamed God Sect is bound to be alive somewhere. But I have absolutely no idea where to look for him. 

That means that I am pretty much wandering around aimlessly until some new information pops up. That man is so random that I would believe it if someone told me he was busy having fun in the god realm. Well, that's impossible, but still. 

Recently I decided to pass by this place—the city of the Bookkeeper. I've always wanted to visit but never could. Many would say that traveling there in these troubled times is pure madness, and they are probably right. 

I lost count of how many bandits and random sects I encountered on the way. How did I manage to go through? I claimed to be a scholar from this very city I had as a destination. 

People figured out that I was weak and well learned. My only value would be to help with the management. Right now, that is worthless because no sect will trust a stranger with anything remotely important. 

They figured out that letting me through was better than potentially having the righteous faction go after them for something so stupid. Of course, I had to convince them that I was truly a scholar. 

Somehow, to be qualified as a scholar by the rabble I encountered, the only requirement seemed to be to have read a book from cover to back. Yes, I'm not even exaggerating! 

That's how I finally managed to reach my destination in one piece. Then I needed to find a way to be granted access. I had a detailed plan to deal with the matter, and it was genius. 

But one of the men in charge saw me standing outside, got curious, and decided to let me in just like that. My plan had failed successfully. 

As I entered, the smell of books was so overwhelming that it brought a smile to my face. That's the kind of thing that people don't usually notice, but I did. 

That's how I happily started browsing. There is only one thing that I deplored. There are only so many books that one can realistically read. At least, I had lots of time. I had nothing better than to wait for news in any case. 

That's how I grabbed a ladder, I climbed a bookshelf, and I grabbed plenty of books. But just as fate would have it, the ladder was old, and part of it broke under my weight. Thus I was sent crashing to the ground. 

As I saw that floor come into my vision, I couldn't help but think how ironic it was. The librarian would die in a library from picking up books. 

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<Would you like a second chance at life?> 

What? What is this about? 

<I can save you. I can also do way more than that, in fact.> 

I try and speak, but I can't seem to be able to. Who is this? 

<No need to talk. Just think. I am …a friend. I have seen your love for books. Few are as dedicated as you.> 

Just think? Can you hear my thoughts? 

<Yes, as long as you intend to talk to me, I can. I have been following you for a while, you know. Strange how humans nowadays seem to be unable to hear my voice. Yet he could. Still, now that you fell into a coma, we can communicate.> 

Am I still alive? 

<Yes, but not for long. Your life is slipping away slowly but surely. Your brain was hurt by the fall. Your life-preserving functions are slowly shutting down.> 

Are you a devil? 

<No, I am something different. But, in order to tell you more…You'll have to sign this.> 

All I can see is darkness, and yet a glowing page appears before my eyes. It reads NDA: Non-Disclosure Agreement. Whatever I will learn from him, I cannot share with anyone. I sign it. I don't have a body, but I somehow manage to. This is weird. 

<Good. I am the amazing Literary System! Now, we don't have much more time. If you become my host, I can save you. We need to hurry.>

Why would I? I'd rather die than become someone's slave.

<No, you misunderstand this. I am more of a partner. The more we spread Literature across the world and the stronger I become along with my host.>

Literature?

<I have seen you write and mumble about wanting to write the greatest book of all time. All you need to do is to write. Write every day that is all. Can you do this?>

I am already doing it. Is that really all that is required?

<Yes, but the power I give will depend on your performance too. Right now, I am still weak. I just woke up from a sealed state. But it is perfect because you too are weak.>

You say weak, but you can save my life that easily? Are you exaggerating about my condition?

<Not at all. All Systems are like this. The first time we bind with a host, we have to modify his body to accommodate our presence. The basic human brain cannot tolerate our power. It just so happens that the initial binding also heals. I have no healing ability whatsoever except for this.>

This all sounds so crazy. I can gain power by writing, seriously?! I still desire to write about this world's history. That is why I need to find that man. I feel like he will play a big role in it.

Do I care about power? Not at all. But I may indeed require some power in the future. Especially if I have to tread to dangerous places to witness it all happen firsthand.

This could all be a trap. For all I know, this could even be a prank from someone bored. But it seems like an amazing opportunity too.

Fine. I accept!

<Congratulation, host!>

<Installing the Literary System>

<Please stand by for installation.>

<0%, 13%, 35 % , 67%, 100%!>

<Thank you for installing this System!> 

<Ding! First Mission: Copy all of the books in this place!> 

<Ding! Second Mission: Write about one out-of-the-norm event!> 

<Ding! Third Mission: World Domination—(Long Term)!> 

What the Hell is all this?!...