by patrannn
A regular salaryman dies, only to awaken as something inhuman. A monster? An eldritch being? No. Worse, or perhaps greater. An NPC of Nazarick. Reborn as Tawil, the Guardian of Knowledge, he resides within the hidden Vault of Wisdom on the 8th Floor, a place shrouded in mystery, where even Nazarick’s secrets seem to gather and breathe. Bound by the system, yet haunted by the remnants of a human mind, Tawil stands between obedience and awareness. In this abyss that feels more like paradise, he begins to observe, to learn, and perhaps, to quietly defy. For in a world where even gods are players, what does it mean to be a creation that knows too much?
