Chapter 2: The Favor of Ryan

Jialan lowered his head and looked; at his chest was a light blue crystal pendant, which was his administrator's [Directory Stone], the key that governed the entire "Kelan Fortress Library" with its three million reading rooms.

As for why not use a [Flying Saucer Technique] to create a first-level step

Who knows what subtle arcane traps are set upon those items to protect their owner's cherished possessions, as taking them without permission would be a grave offense, even though he sensed no arcane fluctuations emanating from the display cases at all

He subconsciously waved his hand, intending to cast a secondary drying spell derived from the dehydration technique to dry the bench. However, as the spell was about to be unleashed, he realized that the source of his magical energy had long since run dry, and he was unable to release any spells at all

In the淡蓝色的月光之中, a multitude of light points drifted like fine dust, resembling plankton in the deep sea, gently swirling together to form a gossamer-like beam. Playful as little fairies, they danced in midair, softly circling around him a few times before converging at his chest.

After looking around for a while, everything was pitch black, without even a single eternal torch or illuminating staff in sight. The octagonal window on the roof cast a beam of soft, pale blue moonlight down, enveloping him and allowing his still unresponsive limbs to feel a hint of warmth

The source of his internal energy has dried up enough to emit thick smoke, and he could barely release even the 0th-level [Light Spell], let alone the 1st-level [Levitation Spell]

Looking around in a somewhat dazed manner, the familiar bookshelves from my memory have transformed into shelves cluttered with various "odds and ends," and it seems that even the layout of the room has changed somewhat.

Damn it! I sound like a decayed zombie

Upon exiting the building, Jialan found himself in a vast complex of structures that appeared to be an academy, as he detected the familiar scent of books in the air. The layout of these buildings was particularly familiar to him, given his background from the Koran Fortress Library.

Jialan could feel the powerful surge of the arcane tides originating from [Book of Ryan] flowing within him, gradually awakening his cold and rigid body from its slumber

Jialan raised his long yet pale fingers, intending to cast a [Light Dance] spell for illumination. However, a sense of "drought" surged from deep within his brain, causing his eyes to twitch violently and his frail body to sway involuntarily.

Generally speaking, the temperament of mages varies with the progress of their research. The quiet environment of the late night often represents the most critical moments of their studies. Interrupting a mage's experiment during this time, even if one is merely blasted away by a series of [Enhanced Arcane Missiles], is a minor issue. However, if one happens to ruin an important experiment, being singled out for a spell duel by an enraged mage is certainly not a trivial matter

Unfortunately, the pale blue "Book of Ryan" has completed its overnight watch duty and is slowly fading from the gradually brightening sky, leaving behind a faint trace of a "smile"

[ Sacrifice? Am I being used as a victim by some cult as a believer? ]

Since it has been determined that this should be an academy, the lights still on at this moment undoubtedly belong to a certain mage who teaches here. Only he and the books would diligently cherish every minute, squeezing out time in the late hours to conduct his magical research, so as to free up time during the day to teach his students

Unable to try any further, Jialan could only sit helplessly on the somewhat dry bench, lost in thought: [Only at night can I harness the power of the book Leian to unleash spells?]

What startled Jialan was a ball of shimmering white light that detached from his palm and fell onto the damp bench... Then the bench emitted a faint "hiss" sound that could only be heard in the stillness of the night, as the moisture on the wooden surface quickly evaporated, causing even the wood to crackle with a "pop" sound

A faint blue light flickered in her eyes, and Qialan effortlessly found a temporary resting place to wait for dawn. It was a row of wooden benches by the square of the academy, but unfortunately, the night dew had already dampened the planks, making them look wet and glistening.

Am I not organizing the bookshelves in the reading room

Where is this

Jialan furrowed his brows and pondered for a long time. As his memories gradually resurfaced, he suddenly became aware of something, involuntarily opening his mouth to exclaim in surprise, but only a hoarse sound escaped his throat: "Uh..."

The darkness before dawn does not affect the [Month of Destiny], which is the [Book of Ryan]. The effect of his eyes, known as the [Ryan's Eye], is far stronger than the constant effect of [Dark Vision], capable of achieving visual abilities that surpass those of the [Arcane Eye]

Was it the directory stone that awakened me

After moving her stiff neck, the joints emitted a crisp sound of "crack! crack!" Jia Lan let out a soft hum of relief

As he strolled out of this "storage room" that left him feeling rather unwell, and passed through the dimly lit hall and the wide-open door, Jialan felt that the owner must have left in a hurry, likely due to some urgent matter; otherwise, they would not have forgotten to close the door, and there were even suspicious water stains left on the ground

Slowly opening her eyes, a faint blue light flickered in her black gemstone-like eyes. Jialan gradually got up, her entire body making a continuous "crackling" sound, resembling that of a skeleton.

Resigned, I let my palm drop, no longer attempting to perform the "Levitation" technique. Instead, I honestly used my stiff body, crawling down the marble "altar" with both hands and feet. Even though this altar was only 1.5 meters high, I did not believe that my zombie-like muscles and skeletal frame could land steadily.

It appeared to be excessively dry, with the long bench already cracked. Jialan looked at her palm in silence and checked the source of her internal arcane energy, which still resembled a completely desiccated state with not a trace of arcane energy present.

She raised her head to look at the sky, where only a faint crescent moon remained. Jialan was silently astonished: "Did you lend me your strength?"

Noticing the lights in the stone fortress not far away, Jialan thought for a moment. Although he was filled with doubts, he decided not to disturb others at the approaching dawn

Although she did not understand why the owner of this place would display various worthless trinkets on the shelves that should hold antiques, Jialan felt that she should not rudely judge the owner's unique interests, nor should she carelessly touch those seemingly harmless "trinkets"

Struggling to swallow saliva, with a throat that was both dry and parched, Jialan looked down and discovered that she was on a marble altar-like stone platform.