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“This…” Yarman paused, thought for a moment, and continued walking forward, saying as he went, “I think we definitely have a way. Besides, I’m not even sure I can solve it!”

The two returned to the library one after the other. Yarman casually tossed two large glasses of beer aside, picked up the dark gray stone barrel-shaped ornament that was on the ground, and placed it on the table.

"Let me see!" Yarman gently tapped the stone with his staff, closed his eyes, and his immense perception, along with magical power, drilled into the stone ornament through the staff, beginning to probe it little by little. However, the feedback was not good. His perception told him that this thing was just a big rock and there was nothing wrong with it.

He continued to venture deeper, but found that he couldn't get in no matter what he tried. It was as if there was a wall that firmly blocked his senses from the outside, preventing him from seeing anything but stones.

Feeling the wall blocking his way, Yarman was suddenly aroused. He wanted to go in and see what was so powerful that it was so heavily guarded!

"That's interesting! I really want to go check it out!" Yarman's curiosity had reached its peak. He looked at Mostima beside him, "You keep an eye on things outside for me, I don't want to go in!"

"Can't you tell what this is?"

“There’s a wall inside, and the outside is all stone, but the real treasure is inside!” Yarman’s lips curled into an excited smile; he hadn’t felt the thrill of exploring new things in a long time.

As he spoke, he gently closed his eyes, and his vast perception flowed through his staff, penetrating the stone ornament in front of him, mixed with wisps of magic, and began to attack the wall in front of him.

The wall was very sturdy, but under the precise control of the spell flow, it was still torn apart little by little. The solid magical layer on it was punctured, torn, and expanded bit by bit, from a small point to a small pit, then to a shallow pit, and finally dug into a huge deep pit!

Standing to the side, watching Yarman's hair flutter slightly, Mostima curiously grabbed a handful. Seeing that he didn't react, she put down her staff and began to braid her hair.

Looking at the little golden-white braid in her hand, Mostima laughed happily, "This is so cute! I never noticed before that his fur was so soft. What kind of conditioner did you use?"

"...I made it myself, do you want it?"

“Thank you… um?” Mostima looked up at Yarman, who was staring at her, and blinked in surprise, putting down her braid. “Weren’t you digging a hole?”

"...Don't move!"

"Alright, alright, you can keep digging!" Mostima patted his shoulder happily. She pulled over a chair and let Yarman sit down. Looking at him sitting like a puppet, she gently grabbed a large handful of hair, humming a little tune, and skillfully braided her silky hair.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman was now fully focused on the battle against the wall. Under his control, countless streams of magic converged on a single point, relentlessly attacking the wall, tearing apart its magical layers bit by bit, while simultaneously suppressing the wall's self-regeneration.

Under constant attacks, the wall finally gave way, the layers of magical barriers shattered, and the wall became increasingly fragile, revealing the secrets within!

"Step back a bit, I'm about to break through the wall!" Yarman said solemnly. "I'm afraid something might go wrong... Could you stop for a second and stop braiding your hair, okay?"

"Okay, okay, don't be angry!" Mostima ruffled his hair and rubbed his cat ears before turning and walking to the corner of the room. A magical shield appeared in front of her, and she called out to him, "You can begin now!"

"Bang!" The wall was punctured!

"Bong!"

The moment the wall was breached, the stone ornament exploded into pieces, with scattered stones spraying outwards. The violent shockwave knocked Yarman, who was standing in front of him, to the ground.

"[Letanian profanity]!" Yarman slowly got up from the ground, dusted off the dirt and lime on his body, picked up the staff beside him, stood up, and was about to speak when he was frightened by the scene in front of him.

A dark-skinned, thin, skeletal humanoid creature lay on the ground, barely breathing. It glanced weakly at the two of them, a hint of gratitude flashing in its eyes, before fading away.

"..."×2

The two exchanged a glance, then looked at the corpse before them. Just as Yarman was about to step forward to collect the body, his body suddenly emitted a seven-colored radiance, the intense light forcing them to squint.

The corpse slowly flew into the air, and astonishing energy fluctuations rippled around its body. The surrounding Originium particles frantically gathered into its body. Gradually, the body disappeared into the air, and in its place was a transparent, soul-like creature, radiating golden light.

"……!" ×2

"May the Lord of Life bless you, two kind and good people." The soul looked at the two and said with a smile, "Thank you for freeing me from the breeding tank! I have been given a new life."

"..."×2

"Before I return to the world, I can grant you one wish." The soul looked at the two, its smile growing even wider: "As long as I can do it."

“Well…” Yarman thought for a moment, then held up three fingers, “My wish is to add three more wishes.”

"..."×2

Chapter 143: Smoking in the Library, the Guard Sells Lighters

Looking at the silent soul, Yarman asked again, "Is it not allowed?"

"Snapped!"

Mosti immediately stepped forward and slapped him. "Are you stupid?! Who makes a wish that includes three more wishes? Why don't you make three hundred wishes? Hurry up and say it again... Never mind, I'll do it."

"How big of a wish can you grant us now?" Mostima looked at the soul floating in the air. As time passed, the light emanating from the soul's body almost overflowed, and its form became increasingly blurred, as if it had merged with the entire world.

Looking at Mostima before him, the soul calmly said, "Currently, in this world, I can do most things, including destroying a race, but I won't do it."

"Huh? Why?"

“All life in the world is the emperor’s sheep. If I do that, I will never be able to return to the emperor’s side.”

“Um… okay.” Mostima looked at the souls before her, nodding as if she understood, then asked, “Theoretically speaking, when life dies, shouldn’t the soul immediately dissipate? Why are you…”

"This is a research achievement of my clan," the soul explained with a smile, his voice becoming even more ethereal. "Theoretically, the soul would merge into heaven and earth in an instant, but my clan's research achievement allows the soul of a member of my clan to dissipate more slowly after death, allowing it to exist in the world for a short period of time."

"But we still cannot exist forever; it's just that the process of dissipation has taken much longer. As we become more integrated with heaven and earth, we get closer to the throne of the God of Life, and we can draw upon more of the world's laws, and do more things, such as..."

The soul snapped its fingers lightly in the air, and instantly, a massive force came from the surrounding space. An endless tide of energy instantly submerged the entire tavern, shattering it into atomic states. Even the independent micro-dimension at the deepest part of the tavern was completely shattered by the violent energy tide!

Standing in the void, the two stared speechlessly at the soul that had turned into a ball of light before them. Yarman asked, "Did you see anyone in the tavern lobby just now?"

"You mean your companions? I've sent them away." The voice of the soul came from all directions, as if it had reverberated. "Speak quickly, tell me your wishes, I am about to return to the God Emperor."

Mosti glanced at Yarman beside him, then immediately stepped forward and said to him, "I hope to obtain the secret of your race to delay the dissipation of your souls!"

"...Are you sure?" the soul looked at her and asked slowly. "It is because of this secret that I have been trapped by them for so many years, and they will not let me die even if they cannot get the answer out of me."

"Yes! I'm sure!"

“Alright!” A smile appeared on the soul’s face, and a golden light shone from his body, flowing into Mostima’s brow. “Alright, I’ve told you, you should go now.”

"And it's time for me to return to the God Emperor's side!"

Before he finished speaking, the ball of light formed by his soul dissipated into the void, and the two of them were thrown out of the void by his soul. However, it seemed that he did not aim at the last moment when he threw it, but just threw it casually.

The current situation is that the two of them have found themselves in a completely unfamiliar place, surrounded by creatures of all kinds, but they can't find the doctor and the others anywhere!

“We… seem to have gotten separated from the Doctor and the others.” Yarman looked at Mostima beside him and said somewhat uncertainly, “That guy didn’t seem to aim properly when he threw it.”

"..."

Why are you looking at me like that?

“I was wondering how you could be so slow-witted?” Mostima sighed helplessly, pointed around, and said in a drawn-out tone, “Just look around, where are these Terrans?”

"You and me?"

“…Tsk! You just love arguing with me, don’t you!” Mostima looked at him, her brows furrowed slightly. “Instead of arguing with me, you should think about what to do next!”

"What to do? Why do we need to think about what to do?" Yarman looked at him and asked in confusion.

"Huh? What?"

“It’s not our fault. Besides, why do we have to go to the Doctor? Can’t they come to us?” Yarman asked Mostima.

"But they don't know where we are!"

“That would be even better. Let them do what they want, and we’ll do what we want.” Yarman shrugged and said with a smile, “Besides, how could they not find us? They have a tablet with GPS tracking, so they know where we are. If they don’t come looking for us, it means they’ve given up on us.”

“…That makes sense.” Mostima nodded slowly. She thought about it and realized it made sense. This place was so big, and they didn’t have any GPS location, so how would they know where the Doctor and the others were?

The doctor has their location data, and if they don't contact them, it means they've been abandoned.

"How about this, we'll stay in this city for a month. If the professor and the others don't come looking for us, we won't wait anymore and will just go have some fun on our own, okay?"

“Okay, let’s wait here and make some money along the way.” Yarman nodded in agreement. They only had 40 coins on them, which was far from enough to travel.

Mostima looked around and asked, "So what do we do now?"

"Let's go to a library and learn something," Yarman said, pulling Mostima toward the city center.

"Study? Why?"

“Didn’t you notice we can’t understand their language? To live here, we first need to learn their language! At least we should know their common tongue,” Yarman said as they walked.

Mostima nodded. That made sense, but then another problem arose: how could the library staff understand them? Unless they also knew the language.

However... given the current chaotic language situation on the streets, she felt the chances were slim.

Following behind Yarman, Mostima wanted to bring up the question several times, but seeing Yarman's excitement, she decided not to. After all, it was just a matter of walking a few steps.

The two walked along the main road, and Mostima asked, "Aren't we there yet?"

“My senses tell me that we’ll arrive in about 500 meters,” Yarman said as he walked. “I can only vaguely sense that this city is filled with a power that is disrupting the Originium particles throughout the city and reducing the area on which mental energy can spread.”

"So it's impossible to use Originium Particle Amplification Spells in this city?"

“It’s not entirely impossible, it’s just too difficult to achieve,” Yarman explained to her. “Manipulating Originium Particles is more difficult than doubling the power of your own spells.”

"Oh! We've arrived!"

Yarman looked at the magnificent and elegant library standing before him, towering like a prehistoric beast, and nodded seriously. "It seems they value knowledge quite a bit."

“I don’t think so,” Mosti immediately stepped forward and stood next to Yarman. “At most, the government is paying attention, but most likely the government isn’t paying attention at all; they’re just pretending to.”

"Huh? Why?"

“Just look at the people at the entrance, and then look at the library’s exterior walls,” Mostima sneered, pointing to a spot not far away. “People are smoking in the library, and the security guards don’t stop them. They even sell cigarettes and lighters. The exterior walls are peeling off, and nobody’s come to repair them. They really take this seriously.”

"This one……"

Chapter 144: The best days are yet to come!

Looking at the library in front of him, Yarman said with some difficulty, "Should we still go? I'm starting to worry that this library might turn into a library-themed department store."

"Most likely, let's go." Mostima took Yarman's hand and walked towards the library in front of them. "We're already here, there's no reason to leave. Even if it's a department store, we have to go in and take a look!"

Seeing Mostima's determination, he nodded. "Alright, let's go take a look. Hopefully, we can still find a textbook on the summary language in this library, otherwise, we'll have come all this way for nothing."

"Stop talking, hurry up."

The two crossed the road and arrived at the library. Sure enough, all sorts of strange languages ​​were around them. From what Yarman had just heard, there were probably no fewer than ten languages. The different pronunciations of the languages, combined with the crowded people around, turned the library into a vegetable market.

The two weaved through the crowd, where Originium Arts proved particularly useful. A magical hand cleared a path ahead, blocking the onrushing crowd and allowing them to enter the library smoothly.

"Ugh~~ They're not even reading, so why are they piling up at the library entrance?" Yarman straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes and said with some dissatisfaction, "Blocking the entrance is one thing, but they have to block the entrance and exit! Isn't that crazy? They just want to obstruct traffic!"

Holding Yarman's hand, Mostima smiled and said, "Who says you can only read books at the library? Maybe people come here to take pictures. Taking a picture and posting it online proves they're sophisticated."

Glancing at the various races lining up to take photos with the stone pillar not far away, Yarman shook his head helplessly. "Forget it, let's ignore them. Let's go find the textbooks. Hopefully we can find them, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

“Otherwise, we’ll have to find someone who knows how to do it and forcibly read their memories to learn,” Yarman said calmly. This was a last resort, and he didn’t want to use it.

Firstly, he still had some integrity and humanity. Such magic could easily drive someone insane if not handled carefully, and he didn't want to turn an innocent person into a madman or a fool.

Secondly, there's the strange power within the city that can disrupt the city's Originium particles and compress his perception to only three kilometers. If someone did this intentionally, that person must be at least a great wizard, maybe even a legend, or perhaps not even the same person at all!

If they act recklessly and get targeted by these people, their peaceful journey will be ruined. He might even revert to his original form, and then Mostima...

Oh, and he also has Mostima with him!

Yalman abruptly turned to look at her, his eyes filled with tension. He forced a smile and said, "Forget it, let's not use that memory-reading spell. After all, you're still here..."

"What does it have to do with whether I'm here or not?"

“It doesn’t matter if I die, I’m just an avatar!” Yarman looked at Mostima and patiently explained, “Even if I die, I’ll just return to my original body, but you…”

How do you know I'm not a clone?

"……what?"

Mostima looked at Yarman and asked in confusion, "I want to ask you how you know I'm not an avatar? You are an avatar, and so am I. When I die, don't I just return to my original self?"

"...No, you, I, you..."

"How could I possibly use a clone?"

"Yes, no!" Yarman gestured wildly, then said somewhat helplessly, "I remember you couldn't split yourself into two entities before, how come you can now..."

Mostima smiled happily and said, "It's not just you who's making progress; I've also read the books in your library, and the ring you gave me is very useful."

Looking at Mostima in front of him, Yarman fell silent. He hadn't expected her to improve so quickly. In such a short time, she had already learned to create clones. Moreover, after listening to her words, he tried to sense her, but the feedback he received was nothing, just an ordinary space.

But they were standing right in front of me, holding my hand!

It was obvious that his senses had been deceived. He had just been worried about her, about the safety of someone much stronger than himself. How embarrassing!

Seeing the embarrassed Yarman, Mostima laughed, her smile full of joy. She stepped forward, took his hand, and whispered in his ear, "You were wrong just now. That power did disrupt the Originium particles, but the restriction on perception wasn't that severe, just a little bit."

"..."

"Also, if you make a mistake when using that spell to read someone else's memories, you can simply use a combination of spells to stop the flow and mental healing to fix it. It's effortless."

"........."