Varrela Chronicle

Watching the pleased expression on Gao Yuan's face after he took a deep breath, Chen Fan felt his scalp go numb.

"Besides the Church's, are there any other chronicles in the library?"

Suppressing his discomfort, he asked in a low voice.

"Other chronicles?"

A trace of confusion appeared on Gao Yuan's face. After thinking carefully, he suddenly understood. "You mean Varrela's chronicle?"

Chen Fan's expression shifted.

Varrela?

It did sound a little like a place name...

Just as Chen Fan was pondering this, Gao Yuan's voice came from beside him. "Varrela is the name of this city."

"Judging by you, you must have forgotten, right?"

"Your amnesia is pretty serious..."

Chen Fan froze for a moment, then nodded frantically. "Right, right, right! Indeed..."

"Ahem, this amnesia really is quite serious!"

At that moment, Gao Yuan's image rose infinitely in Chen Fan's eyes.

What was a benefactor? This was what a fucking benefactor was!!

Gao Yuan did not notice the strange look on Chen Fan's face. He strode toward the depths of the library. "Varrela is the second God Kingdom the Goddess built for her people."

"Varrela protects the Goddess's followers from the Turbid Qi outside. It is the greatest miracle the Goddess bestowed upon the world after descending."

The greatest miracle?

The second God Kingdom?

Protection against the Turbid Qi outside?

Gao Yuan's mystifying words deepened Chen Fan's confusion once again.

It sounded as though the city he was in was some extraordinary technological creation?

But...

Ever since transmigrating here, he had not discovered anything unusual about this city!

In Chen Fan's view, the most technologically advanced things in the city were probably the four pyramid-shaped Main Churches and the equipment that seemed to be a Molten Salt Tower Energy Storage Power Station.

Aside from that, the statues used for surveillance and the voice-activated incandescent lamps barely counted as technology.

Everything else...

Put politely, it was hard to describe. Put bluntly, it was utter crap.

They could not seriously call those low concrete bungalows and somewhat potholed cement roads high-tech products, could they?

As Chen Fan was thinking, Gao Yuan stopped before a bright, polished wooden bookshelf.

He raised a hand and easily took down a thick, heavy book from the top shelf. "Found it. Varrela Chronicle."

"This is a unique copy. In the entire Church, only this book records all of Varrela's history in detail."

"Hiss..."

Looking at the Varrela Chronicle before him, Chen Fan could not help sucking in a sharp breath and letting out a cry of amazement.

"Holy shit, the Church is fucking rich!"

Unlike ordinary books.

The Varrela Chronicle was enormous.

It could even rival a small baby crib!

To prevent decay and insect damage, every page and the cover of the chronicle had been soaked in a substance resembling tung oil.

Perhaps to enhance its sense of historical weight and sacredness, the Church had also added numerous decorations made from precious metals to the Varrela Chronicle.

Even the cover was made of gold!

It truly proved the old saying: books held houses of gold.

Without question, those two measures had greatly increased the book's weight.

Knowledge had weight.

Chen Fan had never understood that saying before.

But the moment Gao Yuan lightly handed the chronicle to him, Chen Fan instantly understood what it meant.

"Fuck me!"

Chen Fan's face reddened as he held the chronicle, veins bulging from his neck. "Old... Old Gao!!"

"Sorry, sorry."

Gao Yuan caught the precarious Varrela Chronicle with one hand, then scratched his head with the other in embarrassment. "I forgot how heavy this book was..."

Looking at the chronicle resting steadily in Gao Yuan's hand, Chen Fan could not help falling silent.

Was his body... really that weak?

Thud.

With a dull impact, Gao Yuan tossed the Varrela Chronicle onto a solid wooden table nearby.

The heavy table visibly shuddered and let out a creak of protest.

All right.

Now he could be sure it was not his problem.

After a moment of silence, Chen Fan looked toward Gao Yuan's arm.

It was an utterly ordinary arm of flesh and blood.

Noticing Chen Fan's stare, Gao Yuan grinned and rolled up his sleeve, displaying a strong, well-built arm with a bronze sheen beneath the lights. "I remember you had that same ghost-seeing expression the first time you saw me."

"No divine blessing."

"I'm just a little stronger than ordinary people."

Chen Fan's eye twitched.

You called that a little stronger?

"There, the chronicle is on the table. Ask me anything whenever you have questions."

Gao Yuan pointed at the Varrela Chronicle on the table, then took a book from the shelf and sat on a chair beside the table, silently reading.

The pure gold cover had an impressive texture.

Large gilded black-lettered characters on the cover marked the book's title.

Varrela Chronicle.

There was no author, only the title.

Chen Fan carefully opened the Varrela Chronicle's golden cover and began reading closely.

In the first year of the Varrela Calendar, countless scorching fireballs appeared in the sky. Invisible forces ravaged the world, wiping out countless lives.

Unable to bear seeing her people suffer, the Goddess descended from the God Kingdom.

The Goddess extinguished the scorching fireballs in the sky and warded off the force capable of tearing the world apart.

The Goddess bestowed a miracle. From that day onward, Varrela became the Goddess's second God Kingdom, standing in the world.

After only one glance, Chen Fan froze. "Old Gao, what time is it now?"

"Time?" Gao Yuan raised his head and glanced at the somewhat blurry clock projection on the metal wall. "3:49 in the afternoon. It's still early before dinner."

"..."

"I mean, what era is it now?"

"The year 2067. Don't tell me you forgot even that?" As he spoke, Gao Yuan glanced at the contents of the chronicle's first page, then suddenly understood. "If you mean the Varrela Calendar, then it should be the year 159."

Seeing Chen Fan's confusion, Gao Yuan gave a brief explanation:

"The Varrela Calendar is a calendar used only within the Church. Not only is it related to the divine, its method of calculation is also slightly different, so it never spread among ordinary people."

"Ordinary households still use the Old Calendar."

Chen Fan frowned. "They're both calendars. What difference could there be?"

"The length of a Varrela Calendar year is not fixed. It mainly depends on the Goddess's divine oracle."

Hearing that, Chen Fan was instantly stunned.

There was actually a calendar in this world whose time was not fixed?

That was truly eye-opening.

No wonder this calendar could not spread among ordinary people—who would ask the Goddess for her opinion before checking a calendar?

Not to mention whether they had the time.

Even if they did, wouldn't the Goddess get annoyed?!