The writing, put down as if in bursts whenever the thought struck, was full of terms Li Shen alone could not fully understand—things like Spiritfolk, sorcery, and negative mana.
He had at least come across references to Calamity-class monsters in the books he had been reading and from that he had managed a vague idea of how dangerous they were.
Of course he was curious.
Of course he wanted to know more.
To be stuck with only half-knowledge—it gnawed at him.
If he had something like an encyclopedia or some piece of familiar technology from the world he came from, he would have searched about it immediately without hesitation.
But he would never take action.
He would never ask anyone questions or try to research further on his own.
Because if he did, Somnus would notice it.
If the record written by Del Delatia was true, then Somnus had most likely inherited Li Shen's five hundred years… no, perhaps seven hundred years' worth of memories.
