Chapter 63

Chapter Thirty-Seven ~ Learning~

The soft moonlight bathed the ivory curtains, as if draped with a layer of silver gauze.

Holding a book as thick as a dictionary, I pulled out the chair in front of my desk and sat down, spreading the book open on the table.

The book was titled *A Comprehensive History of the World*, which I had taken from the duke’s library. He was an avid reader, with five large bookshelves filled to the brim with all kinds of books. From professional academic works like *Fundamentals of Metallurgy* and *Innovations in Industrial Technology*, to obscure titles like *The Key of Liria* and *Blood Sacrifice and Curses* that were utterly perplexing just by their names, there were even some hand-drawn editions. The sheer quantity and variety were overwhelming, and many of the books were clearly rare treasures at first glance.

I stood before the shelves for a long time, feeling that I needed to read everything and know everything, but ultimately chose this *Comprehensive History of the World*.

To understand the truth, one must first know history. This book tells the development story of this world, which is precisely what I am currently interested in, so I brought it back to my room.

The cover of the book was old and rustic, with a strong scent of wood shavings, and the corners showed obvious signs of wear. Turning to the first page, I saw a row of black letters printed on slightly yellowed parchment paper.

[Preface: The Origin of Life — The origin of life is beautiful; it is like a faint flame that, through continuous nurturing, gradually spreads, grows, continues, and is passed on, thus giving rise to time and the world.]

What does this mean… Does it mean that life, time, and space only acquire meaning once life exists? It seems like a very narrow perspective.

Frowning, I turned to the next page.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door behind me.

“Who is it?”

“Miss Sylviega, I have come to bring you some snacks.”

“Come in.”

The door opened, and a young maid placed a small plate of Captain Grey biscuits and a steaming cup of milk on my table with gentle steps.

“This is specially prepared by the lady for you.”

“Thank you.” I smiled sweetly at her.

Perhaps she was rarely treated so politely, the maid’s eyes seemed to dodge, and she quickly waved her hand at me.

“No, it’s my duty. Miss, the lady also instructed me to tell you that your eyes have not fully recovered yet, so don’t read for too long tonight, and go to bed early.”

“I know.”

“Then I won’t disturb you further.”

The maid said and left the room. Hearing the sound of the door closing, I eagerly grabbed a doughnut and took a big bite.

The food stuffed my cheeks, making it hard to chew, so I picked up the cup and drank a large mouthful of milk.

So comfortable!

Then I continued to bury myself in the book.

[More than a thousand years ago, the world once existed with countless colorful forms.

The Magic of Life, in the earliest stages of human society…

I was quickly captivated by the book’s content.

Had I not read it, I would have never imagined that this world was far more wondrous than I had ever thought, with countless magical and wise races existing.

For example, there were the Immortals hidden deep within the Amikil Mountains, said to live for ten thousand years without aging. There were also the Flying Ones with wings like birds, the Sirens who sang under the moonlight, the Fairies skilled at brewing wine from dewdrops… Could these be the elves? And then, there were the Flower Folk known for their beauty, and the Sacred and Invincible Dragons… and so on, and so forth.

I was genuinely surprised. A world history book made me feel like I was reading a fantasy novel.

The book described these races vividly, and sometimes even included crude hand-drawn illustrations that brought those magical beings to life. I yearned to see them immediately, preferably even talk to them.

While other people’s穿越 stories involve elf beauties or cat-eared maids, all I’ve seen of the “aliens” so far is a big white dragon, and everything else is still just humans.

And Big White, though very smart, doesn’t transform into a human form, so I can’t really experience that sense of “alienness.”

Thinking about Big White, something puzzled me. The book’s illustrations depicted dragons clearly with four legs, horns, wings, and the ability to breathe fire, which was exactly how traditional flying dragons were portrayed. But Big White, with its furry yet terrifying appearance, clearly did not match the description of the dragons in the book.

Was Big White truly a dragon?

Carlos said yes, because at that moment, Big White returned to its homeland, the Dragon Realm. This was a space created by the gods to avoid conflict between humans and dragons. If what he said was true, then Big White was undoubtedly a dragon. But why didn’t it look anything like one?

Moreover, given the existence of so many magical races, why have I only seen Big White? Not even a shadow of the others has been mentioned, let alone discussed. Where could they be?

I soon found the answer in the book.

Regarding the fate of these races, the original text stated [Over thousands of years, humans gradually grew stronger and became the masters of this world. Those magical and beautiful beings have long since faded away into the vast river of history, sleeping in sorrow and solitude.]

Yes, just a few simple sentences, no narration, no process. They gradually disappeared during the millennia before the Common Era, as if they had never existed in this world at all.

Then came the establishment of the Holy Church in the Common Era.

Taking a small bite of the sweet donut in my hand, I turned to the next page.