Stimulated by something, my consciousness floated back up.

The pace wasn’t hurried.

It didn’t seem to be an emergency recall from one of my divided consciousnesses.

The magic tome continued to update as I studied, and the automated crisis observation system was functioning perfectly, just in case of an emergency.

"It’s still rough and clumsy now, but I’ll get used to it."

The division of consciousness. Using the knowledge from the original work, I had tried it recently, and it worked better than I expected.

Although there were still plenty of rough edges, I wanted to focus on the fact …