Anomalous Tree Marrow III

Anomalous Tree Marrow III is a Quest Item randomly obtained after claiming the Trounce Domain rewards of Binding Field of Universal Nirvana.

Upon obtaining Anomalous Tree Marrows I, II and III, the three items will automatically combine to form Anomalous Tree Marrow.

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An overwhelming sense of unfamiliarity comes over you the moment you touch the tree marrow, though you cannot quite pinpoint the source of this estrangement. It is as if you are thinking and standing still at the same time. You sense information quietly entering your mind while other data surfaces, both in a way that renders them in their most easily readable form.
It then dawns on you: this flood of information comes from Irminsul, taking the form of digitized memories. However, you feel neither irritation nor excitement. The data simply flows through your mind like water, and you observe it all with total calm and equanimity.

...

I should attend this meeting, I told my "self." Truth be told, not a single one of my "selves" occupies a critical position in my world, for the ample proliferation of my myriad selves ensures a perpetual surplus of manpower ready to dispose of whatever trivialities might crop up in this world.
Twenty-five-year-old "me" cast a sidelong glance at me, let out a cold laugh, and walked away. It is impossible to define the principles by which "we" are ordered or ranked, in truth, there is no formal hierarchy between us. However, the mere adoption of the epithet "Doctor" immediately establishes a relationship of superiors and subordinates with the other individuals in the organization.
I headed to that secret meeting, where Pierro explained the details of that so-called "false sky."
To me, the revelation of that false sky is of little consequence — I have no use for it, not while my hands are full of far more pressing research. That being said, the question of what lies beyond that sky is a curiosity worth pondering.
I recorded the details and told Pierro quite frankly that perhaps, one day, these secrets could be exchanged for even more useful commodities. Pierro offered a rather non-committal chuckle, while Pantalone signaled his agreement with my appraisal without saying a single word otherwise. As for Pulcinella, he mumbled a few choice phrases — mostly regarding some confidentiality agreement.
I had no interest in explaining myself further. That day will eventually come, sooner or later.

...

The deficit in live specimen data in this phase of the new drug trial has been substantial.
I suppose a shift in experimental focus is necessary, even if it requires the task of persuading myself to comply.
The lifespan of humans is far too fleeting, and their physical vessels altogether too fragile. Fantasies of immortality are so common merely because people remain pathetically trapped by their own limitations.

...

It has been some time since my return from Sumeru — from that operation where I lost "me," "myself," and "I," among others. A suitable reduction in burden does wonders for the mood. Besides, the two Gnoses I secured are bound to please the Tsaritsa.
At Zapolyarny Palace, I encountered Sandrone and Columbina. Though they are frequently seen in each other's company, they invariably maintain a distance of a few paces between them. As I walked past them, Sandrone let out a short scoff.
I presented the battle trophies during my audience with the Tsaritsa. I also informed her that I have given certain secrets to the Lord of Dendro in exchange, as a necessary expenditure. That Pulcinella, who usually has so much to say about keeping secrets, remained uncharacteristically silent today. Pantalone, too, offered no objection, content to serve as little more than a decorative vase at the proceedings. While the other Harbingers were not in attendance, they will hear of this soon enough.
Even the Lesser Lord Kusanali was once moved by the secrets Pierro holds. Four Descenders have come to Teyvat, and the third was erased for violating the one rule, though the method of that erasure remains a mystery.
As for the other three, I needed only to utter their numbers for her to understand immediately. The pensive silence that followed on her part was quite telling, really — it must surely stem from her relationship with that fourth Descender...

...

A friend of mine believes that my selfishness is not limited to others, but also aimed at myself in a manner that has long since transcended conventional definitions. (He did, subsequently, realize that he had spoken out of turn.) But pedestrian notions like "convention" mean absolutely nothing when one is addressing a member of the Fatui.
I find the operating room wonderfully serene, blissfully free from the incessant disturbances of my Segments. It is a place where I can enjoy a moment of ease, and reflect on myself... to an appropriate degree, of course.


Splitting the soul is not the most formidable obstacle. The next issue I must address is the mechanism of transfer, to ensure that the soul reaches its designated location.
First, we conquer the living world. Then, we head to the world beyond death.
I expect to begin with animal experiments. We can use the souls of others as the subjects of our experiments.

...

Phase Two of the soul experiment is concluded, with losses staying below projections. Evidently, the channel of transfer is more critical than the total volume.
Digitization... That's a splendid idea.

...

I perceive a truly magnificent scene: one half of my soul enters the Ley Lines through death, while the remaining half is injected as pure data. My two halves would then navigate those pathways to converge with the information of the past. It would be possible for me, in this manner, to achieve the preservation of my memories.
We might consider that as one of death's rare oversights.
Something that is even more eternal than eternal life itself?
Hehe... An immortal record would certainly satisfy that definition, of course.

...

You catch the faint sound of laughter, and like a thunderclap, it jolts your awareness back to the surface, pulling it free from the memories that nearly buried it. You let go of the tree marrow abruptly and wipe your face. You expect to find sweat, but there is none — it's all an illusion.
You try to trace the contours of this rather indistinct sensation, but it feels almost impossible. Morality and purpose, benevolence and malice... All that was originally good and virtuous within you is resisting every perception from those memories that don't belong to you. After an indeterminate amount of time — perhaps seconds, or perhaps minutes — you finally get a hold of yourself and put this unusual object away into your pack.

Other Languages

Language	Official Name
English	Anomalous Tree Marrow III
Chinese (Simplified)	异质的树髓・三 Yìzhì de Shùsuǐ - Sān
Chinese (Traditional)	異質的樹髓・三 Yìzhí de Shùsuǐ - Sān
Japanese	異質な樹核・三 Ishitsu na Ki Kaku - San‍‍[!]Assumed reading‍
Korean	이상한 레진・세 번째 Isanghan Rejin - Se Beonjjae
Spanish	Médula de árbol anómala (III)
French	Moelle hétérogène d'arbre (3)
Russian	Аномальная древесная смола III Anomal'naya drevesnaya smola III
Thai	แก่นไม้ที่ผิดแผก - 3
Vietnamese	Tủy Cây Dị Chất III
German	Fremdartiges Baummark – III
Indonesian	Sumsum Pohon Heterogen III
Portuguese	Medula Heterogênea III
Turkish	Anormal Ağaç İliği III
Italian	Midollo d'albero anomalo III

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