Chapter 612

Chapter 612 Another Diary

After leaving the exhibition room, Lolan Hill entered another room nearby.

As soon as she stepped into this room, her eyes were immediately drawn to a miniature model of a sky battleship suspended in the center, reduced thousands of times in size. Its matte black surface, subtly shimmering with patterns like intricate circuits, featured two dual-barreled main cannons on top and bottom. The sloping side armor also revealed gun ports that could be fired from.

The appearance of this model brought Lolan Hill back to numerous sci-fi conceptions of the past, sleek, simple, yet efficient.

Around the walls were bookshelves filled with books of various sizes and colors. Lolan Hill approached and picked up one, flipping through it.

Many were original design sketches and conceptual foundations from those days, detailing step-by-step how this sky battleship was made and operated. Even with excavations from the Age of Dusk, many improvements, optimizations, or compromises had been made to better suit the manufacturing capabilities of this era.

It was evident that Oz Country’s first step was to build sky battleships, but their ultimate goal was to create ships for interstellar travel, preparing to venture into space to explore the galaxy.

After some time, Lolan Hill left this room and opened the one on the right. This room was similarly filled with books, but they were arranged by year. Each shelf had labels marking different eras.

Flipping through several books, Lolan Hill read the text and illustrations, then continued to open more.

These books documented early forms of magecraft technology and the various branches and concepts encountered during development. They described how history chose and progressed, much like a clear outline, narrating the journey from the initial barrenness of magic sequences to the later flourishing and comprehensive development of their glory.

Looking at the stories of these masters and pioneers in history stirred the heart. Many indeed devoted their lives to research and exploration.

This also made Lolan Hill sigh, lamenting the cruelty of time and the changes in people’s hearts. Even that nation, once full of hope, gradually moved towards extremism and decay.

After losing the witch Dorothy, the descendants of Oz Country lost not only a pioneer of magic sequences but also a long-term leader. As a result, the descendants of these mages slowly lost their way in the ocean of technology and knowledge, no longer as clear-sighted as before.

After leaving the room, Lolan Hill turned toward the middle door, but strangely, it couldn’t be opened. In her perception, there was solid soil and rock behind it, not a room.

Temporarily suppressing her curiosity and confusion, she went to the last room in the corner.

The door had unique golden patterns around it, and above the main door was embedded a precisely cut obsidian, symbolizing a connection to darkness.

As she grasped the handle, a strange cool sensation spread from the handle up her arm, and in the young lady’s eyes, her fingers instantly turned crystalline white.

A familiar yet dangerous power surged rapidly.

Damn, it’s a trap. But in her dire situation, she had no chance to dodge.

Her light blue eyes suddenly glimmered with brilliant stars, and then there was a sharp crack. Lolan Hill broke free and took a few steps back, half-kneeling on the ground.

When she looked up again, a white crystalline statue appeared in front of her.

The statue was identical to her, almost an exact replica. It was holding the door handle in shock, motionless.

She breathed heavily, still shaken, and touched her neck, realizing that the pendant Tides had given her was shattered.

Recalling Tides’ warning before leaving, it seemed this pendant had shielded her from the attack. It was as if a phantom had replaced her, taking the blow and turning to stone while she became a shadow, briefly escaping the curse.

When she finally calmed down and stood up, the statue in front of her had already turned into grayish-white crystalline powder, scattered on the ground.

No witch should be underestimated; after all, they wield powers beyond exceptional strength. Lolan Hill thought to herself, stepping back over ten paces as a blood-red spear materialized in the air.

Holding the hairpin left by Trinasha in her hand, she hurled the spear.

Sure enough, when the spear struck the door, it instantly crystallized, turning into snow-white salt grains.

But the more obstacles there were, the more it fueled Lolan Hill’s desire to investigate.

She condensed another blood-red spear, and this time, not just one, but hundreds of spears emerged from the void, aiming forward, densely launched.

Like red streaks of light, red lines slashed through this underground space, hitting the walls and door frames.

White colors kept appearing, and the surrounding walls were further cut, until finally, only a single door frame remained, with over three meters of wall collapsing around it, revealing a small space behind.

Carefully bypassing the cursed door, Lolan Hill entered the room behind.

If not for the extensive destruction earlier, this should have been a cozy room, she thought.

The room’s decor was simple, with furniture mostly in light blue and white tones. Looking at the arrangements, it seemed like a bedroom, and it had seen years of use, with signs of wear in the corners.

Was this where Dorothy used to live? She wondered, approaching the familiar style of the dressing table, unconsciously pulling out a drawer, as if it were second nature.

And the diary that appeared in the drawer seemed to echo that familiar feeling in her mind.

Indeed, Dorothy left her own record. Was it Lagertis’ teachings, or an unconscious imitation?

With a nostalgic heart, Lolan Hill touched this diary bound with a black gemstone. Turning it over, she saw a note on the back, her eyes widening slightly.

“If you see this note and diary, it means I’m gone. What a pity, there were so many things I wanted to do, but now it’s too late. Even so, I left this diary, hoping someone would come after me to fulfill my unfinished dreams.

If you want to break through the fog of history and see the truth behind it,

then loudly recite the activation spell. I will tell you the cruel truth of this world.”

A bit of writer’s block, because there’s a lot to explain.