Two worlds of books and blood

My name is Bergan Filg, I am 48 years old and I was raised in the society of books. As far as I remember my life, I had paper, leather and ink all around me, sometimes diluted by ancient scrolls and rare "living books", which would walk around and offer original knowledge to be transferred directly to your brain. Food was always magically delivered to the seal and then brought by my only real friend here - Mike. He was originally a wandering soul in a fairytale that I really liked in my childhood days, but then there was this "living book" lady that I've encountered on one of the top floors of the Smaller Library Tower. She gave me an opportunity to increase my circle of friends and defuse the loneliness of the Great Library by creating any creature comparable to me in intelligence and interests. By that time I was sitting and reading the epilogue of the tale where the lonely soul was getting banished to the depth of Hell and was proposed as a great slave for Mr.Satan. My childish heart couldn't bear the loss of the favourite character and I asked the great book lady to choose him as my friend. That was actually the first time when I heard a speech of a living being since all book communications were made by direct information sending to my brain. We started learning and competing, which caused a drastic increase in my progression speed. We were reading and searching for best-quality information we could possibly find, climbing up the floors, passing ridiculously hard tests and exploding our brains with tons of knowledge. We didn't know where and how we will use it, it simply didn't matter. The only thing that matter was to pass the floor test that the other one of us failed, find a hidden room with loads of papers falling apart to dust because of their immense age and get that unique part of understanding the world. The puzzles in our heads were building pictures of technologies, maps and the whole bunch of different worlds.  The only thing that couldn't be found in any of the records was the Great Library itself. No matter how long and hard we tried, we could not find even indirect traces or references to the place of our residence and confinement, as well as ourselves.  Who am I?  That was the main unsolved question stuck deep in our heads. Why am I even learning so hard? It has no sense if there is no way to use the knowledge I pump out of the Library. The only motivation that kept my psyche high and powers refreshed is the thought of being able to answer "the question" after passing all floors and reading every single scratch left in the ancient building. This vicious circle kept repeating and repeating itself, from day to day knowledge became more and more profound, and we mentally began to retreat to the origins of everything, trying to recreate and analyze the flow and ramification of space, worlds and time. The idea was to recreate a complete and accurate history of being and then extract the Great Library and my essence from it to understand the ultimate goal that I am given by fate. That was the time when we were fighting against the last test of the Smaller Tower before getting to the top floor. Even though it was a relatively easy quiz, it was the first time we encountered something that was checking all the knowledge that we had to gain from passing the tower. The questions were not the most difficult possible on these topics, but the amount and versatility of these topics themselves made us go through the entire tower from bottom to top a couple of times. After two months of trying and testing, we understood, that if our concentration will spread in-between several goals the ones who will go down is us, and not the last floor's door. It was the very first time when we were forced to violate the principle of researching all three Great Towers at once and throw all powers against one ultimate enemy. Our competing mode with Mike completely perished on the fourth month of battling and we were completely combing our powers, attending the intelligence battlefield together. Even remembering and writing down the questions each time we failed wouldn't help us. The piles of text-books with lines of questions started to stack up all over our living room and cabinet, more and more papers and scrolls were getting re-read, and still, the quiz managed to surprise us with brand-new tasks. The strategy was waiting to be changed. We knew that we did something wrong because the results wouldn't change at all, no matter how hard we tried.  Should we somehow cheat? A few years ago I tried to bring a text-book on a test and it was immediately burnt down the moment I stepped in the testing grounds. This thought was always backing us down from tacking any valuable information sources with us. After tacking a couple of blank papers with us, it turned out that the Library doesn't allow us to bring any objects, it should only be us and our brains on the test. A new break-through idea was gained accidently when Mike started instinctively drawing on his forearm while gazing into his deep thoughts. Could it allow the information drawn on our bodies then? Even though the idea was easy enough, it was still very dangerous. What if we'll burn alive as the books did? Who would test it out first? Since we already knew that it is possible to inscribe anything onto our bodies while inside the quiz room, it was decided to be safe enough for us to try the method. A few days were spent deciding and applying the needed lore that would help us. And in the end... We did it! In the end, the quiz turned to be not the one testing our real knowledge, but rather our creativity and savviness. The questions were solely on the topics we picked to save on our bodies, and again, for the umpteenth time, we made sure that the Great Library is able to analyze data and adapt to the events taking place inside it. Once again the questions about the nature of the ancient building were to appear.  After all those hard times spent trying to get through the last barrier, it was finally down and the huge golden gate opened wide open, welcoming us into the huge round room. At some point, it was strange and too common at the same time. There is only one word that could describe it. And we thought at that same moment when we entered the room was... Blank.