The experiment has temporarily come to a halt, and the following daily routine is the day-to-day knowledge cultivation.
Lynch took off the experimental cloak stained with various element auras and faint radiation, performed the Cleaning Technique, tidied himself to spotless cleanliness, and changed into comfortable casual wear before heading to the Cultivation Room next to the laboratory.
Rather than calling it a Cultivation Room, it might as well be a library crazily occupied by knowledge.
On the four walls of the room stood bookshelves towering up to the ceiling, stuffed densely and without gaps with all kinds of books, scrolls, and heavy notes with leather covers. The unique old smell of parchment mixed with the faint scent of ink constituted the main tone here.
