A classic, wide-brimmed fedora with a rollable brim. Very popular among intellectuals, artists, and professionals.

Before delivering the astral computer engineering project, Zandar One Kuwabara once visited his teacher, who lived in seclusion by the Silverscale Lake, bringing the test data with him.

The two hadn't seen each other for decades before their reunion. Zandar's inquiry wasn't about the accuracy of the data, but rather about the consequences of achieving everything… He felt an inexplicable unease that short-sighted onlookers couldn't comprehend…

“An ordinary scholar would take pride in having solved an age-old problem, while only a brilliant genius would tremble on the tightrope of suspicion, held back from the abyss only by a rope called 'Logic'. And you… you want to cut that rope and drag the entire cosmos into the abyss with you, using that action to push the boundaries of knowledge further. What are you doing? Will my warning make you stop? Look in the mirror. Can't you see how desperately you want to overturn the cosmic order? I can't stop you. No one can.”

The old man placed the felt hat from the coat rack onto Zandar's head, blocking his bewildered and angry gaze, then left without saying a word.

“It was the ultimate knowledge-seeking machine. It will query all knowledge from the past and the future… Yet my professor called it a 'Prison of Knowledge', while I insisted it was a magnificent 'Library'… until I became the prisoner.”

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Since the day Nous ascended to godhood, time stood still for Zandar. He was determined to erase his past, destroying some of his works and inventions — those erased traces all pointed to the Path and the Aeon that enlightens all things.

“That was an achievement that countless geniuses of later generations could never surpass. Even THEIR creator had no right to destroy THEM…” A blade born of causality flew towards Zandar's frail neck. “Your works were destroyed too quickly, so you can take your time with your last words.”

“Lord of Silence? A prisoner obsessed with the 'Knowable Domain'. Unfortunately, my intentions aren't as unfathomable as my research, which is why you easily caught onto me. While you seek to maintain THEIR Cognitive Boundary, I must break this cage and unleash chaotic possibilities… Hehe. After correcting these fallacies, I must ensure THEY will never be born again. Therefore, those writings and inventions… including the 'Complete Zandar One Kuwabara'… shall leave no trace in this world.”

After destroying Zandar's physical form, Polka Kakamond instantly realized how he had erased himself while preserving an executor. His thought fragments were already scattered across the vast cosmos, untraceable like a true “recluse.”

Zandar's clock hand never truly stopped. His thought fragments currently exist across all “time.”

A brown corduroy jacket. He often wears it unbuttoned to break away from the frame of meticulousness.

A more sturdy and durable high-top lace-up leader shoe suitable for less formal occasions. Still maintains an elegant touch.