Guo Jiang was still reeling from the shock of such technology when the librarian suddenly handed him a token and asked him to touch it with his mind, the small object glowing with inner light."Try this token first, Great Enchanter, and witness the power of preserved knowledge."Guo Jiang took the token, then put his mind into it, and like opening a door to another realm...BLAM!A flood of information poured in like overflowing water, quickly filling his memory with torrents of magical knowledge that threatened to overwhelm his consciousness.Guo Jiang's face changed through a spectrum of emotions.Shocked, then happy, then even happier like a child discovering treasure."This is a very practical and great way to learn how to read books, surpassing even the methods of the ancient masters!"At that moment, his memory immediately recalled the summoning techniques, which were the complicated summoning techniques he had memorized before like pages from a forbidden grimoire.Now that he h

Four slender pillars stood tall like ancient sentinels, their marble surfaces carved with forgotten runes that seemed to pulse with inner light. They supported the entire structure known as the Royal Treasure House, a monument to centuries of accumulated power and wealth.The walls were thick and made of brown stone, each block weighing more than a grown man could lift. The surface bore the scars of countless seasons, weathered yet unbroken, speaking of the countless storms they had endured.The windows appeared to be roughly crafted, but this only added to the building's sturdy appearance, making it difficult for anyone to break into. Iron bars crossed each opening like the teeth of some great beast, their metal blackened with age yet still gleaming with deadly promise.A large iron door gave the impression of strong defense for the entire building known as the Treasure House. The door itself was a masterwork of blacksmithing, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to shift and

The Black Noble continued his theory with the authority of one who had witnessed the rise and fall of countless warriors. "Such magic is very powerful because it is not easily read by other magicians, unless they are a reader of the future like me. And usually, such curses are only cast by someone who deeply hates their enemy," said the Black Noble seriously, his words carrying the weight of absolute truth.Guo Jiang, who had been shocked since the beginning, no longer showed any signs of surprise. Now he had to investigate who had such evil intentions toward him, his mind already calculating the possibilities like a general planning for war."Black Noble, can you tell me how that unknown figure, Er, my enemy, cast a spell and curse?""I really don't understand. I just arrived in the capital city of Torredom and have been living in the vicinity of the King's Palace for less than two days, my presence as brief as morning dew. How could someone suddenly hate me?"Before the old fortune

Ever since his encounter with the palace warehouse keeper named Bangsawan Black, Guo Jiang had been preoccupied with the words of the nobleman and fortune teller, his mind churning like autumn leaves in a restless wind.The weight of the prophecy hung around his neck like an invisible chain of cold iron, impossible to ignore yet equally impossible to understand.He had just arrived in Torredorm City, not even a week had passed since he moved into his mansion in the palace district, and he had not been in contact with anyone during that time, his isolation as complete as a hermit meditating in a mountain cave."But how could they send spells with the intention of harming me?" he whispered, his voice barely disturbing the silence that blanketed his opulent chambers like fresh snow.He paced back and forth in the luxurious mansion, his footsteps echoing on the jade-inlaid floor that gleamed under the moonlight streaming through tall windows of stained glass. The tapestries depicting anci

"Was it that easy to outsmart a Royal Enchanter of Vellenor? Huh... it seems that the golden age of powerful wizards in this country is over!" he proclaimed, his words dripping with contempt like venom from a serpent's fang."All the wizards left in the world today are nothing but third-rate wizards!" he sneered, his face twisted with disdain. His face grew uglier and more cruel, like a mask slipping to reveal the demon beneath.The little boy glanced briefly at the frozen corpse, then walked casually out of the Enchanter's bedroom, stepping over pools of blood as if they were merely puddles after rain. He even swayed his body, occasionally making dance-like movements, celebrating his victory with the arrogance of one who has never known defeat.What a cold-blooded killer, quickly forgetting the horrific events that had just occurred when he stabbed his victim in the chest with his dagger, his soul as black as the void between stars.Shortly afterward, the child turned into smoke, his