Chapter 1966 - Broken Tower (1/2)

”Good Book,” I said and closed the book before closing my eyes and going to my Inheritance space and started solving the difficulty I had; the book had helped me solve the problem.

I stayed in my Inheritance space for hours, working on my Tyrant upgrade, which has been progressing like never before in these past three months despite traveling to the many ruins in between.

I had accepted the first offer of the Wisdom Tower the same day they offered and came to Wisdom Tower the very next day to study in their grand library, which is also known as the broken tower.

The broken tower was originally a library of another world. It came to our world in a piece of ruin which the founder of Wisdom tower was able to bring back to our world through some method.

I am currently in the broken tower, reading from its vast collection.. It had a much better collection of books than I had initially thought. Though it could not be compared to the Hermes Library, it still has enough knowledge that one could compile a Tyrant upgrade through it.

The next book I begin reading is about the healing arts, an advanced one with very high criteria; it could be said to be the jewel of the library.

I am the only one to think; other things, the healing methods inside it are too advanced for Tyrant to learn, but I do not think so. I think they could be learned by Tyrant; the Tyrant just has to challenge the limit, I had learned a lot from this book, and it would be my third revision.

I had stored it inside my Inheritance space, and revising there would be much quicker, but I like to read this book outside; I felt like I was conversing with the author of it itself when I touched the soft paper of this wonderful tome.

I read it for one hour and forty-five minutes before I closed it and summoned the library golems to take back all the books to their original places; these golems are very convenient and save a lot of time and effort.

I wish I could take these books with me; unfortunately, I could not. Other than the members of the conclave, nobody could take the book away, not even Tyrants.

I walked out of the library that looked like a broken tower, from which it got its name. I took the air and flew for about seven minutes before landing in front of a palatial-style huge white building. It is one of the lecture palaces of the wisdom tower; thousands of people coming and going could be seen from it.

One moment, I could almost forget that there is a brutal war going on in the lower continents where millions are dying by the day, and it won't be long before it spreads to the Central Continent, and all these people who are smiling and laughing, including me, would have to fight the brutal war.

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