Varrela Chronicle

Seeing the pleased expression on Gao Yuan's face after taking a deep breath, Chen Fan felt his scalp tingle.

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

He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and asked in a low voice.

"Other chronicles?"

A hint of confusion appeared on Gao Yuan's face. After thinking carefully, he suddenly realized: "You mean the Varrela Chronicle?"

Chen Fan's expression shifted.

Varrela?

It sounded a bit like a place name...

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

"Looking at you, you must have forgotten, right?"

"Your amnesia is quite severe..."

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes! Indeed..."

"Ahem, this amnesia is indeed quite severe!"

At this moment, in Chen Fan's eyes, Gao Yuan's image began to grow infinitely.

What do you call a benefactor? This is what you call a benefactor!!

Gao Yuan didn't notice the strange expression on Chen Fan's face. He directly stepped forward and walked towards the depths of the Library: "Varrela is the second God Kingdom built by the Goddess for her people."

"Varrela protects the Goddess's believers from the invasion of the outside world's foul air. It is the greatest divine miracle bestowed upon the world by the Goddess after her descent."

The greatest divine miracle?

The second God Kingdom?

Resisting the outside world's foul air?

Gao Yuan's rambling words once again deepened the confusion in Chen Fan's heart.

It sounded like the city he was in was an incredible technological creation?

But...

Since he transmigrated, he hadn't found anything unusual about this city!

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

In addition, the God Statues used for surveillance and the voice-activated incandescent lamps barely had any technological content.

As for the rest...

To put it politely, it was hard to describe. To put it bluntly, it was utter garbage.

You couldn't possibly say that those low concrete bungalows and somewhat bumpy cement roads were high-tech products, could you?

Just as Chen Fan was thinking, Gao Yuan stopped in front of a shiny wooden bookshelf.

He raised his hand and easily took down a thick book from the highest part of the bookshelf: "Found it, the Varrela Chronicle."

"This is a unique copy. Only this one book in the entire Church details all of Varrela's history."

"Hiss..."

Looking at the Varrela Chronicle in front of him, Chen Fan couldn't help but take a deep breath and let out an exclamation.

"My goodness, the Church is really damn rich!"

Unlike regular books.

The Varrela Chronicle was quite "large" in size.

It could even be compared to a small baby crib!

To prevent decay and insect infestation, the pages and cover of the entire chronicle were soaked in a substance that resembled tung oil.

Perhaps to increase the sense of historical weight and sacredness, the Church also added many decorations made of precious metals to the Varrela Chronicle.

Even the book cover was made of gold!

It truly verified an old saying: There is a golden house in books.

Undoubtedly, these two measures greatly increased the weight of the book.

Knowledge has weight.

Chen Fan didn't understand this sentence before.

But the moment Gao Yuan lightly handed the chronicle to him, Chen Fan instantly realized the meaning of this sentence.

"What the hell!"

Chen Fan's face turned red as he held the chronicle, and several veins popped out on his neck: "Old, Old Gao!!"

"Sorry, sorry."

Gao Yuan caught the teetering Varrela Chronicle with one hand, then chuckled and scratched his head with the other. "I forgot how heavy this book is..."

Looking at the chronicle held steadily in Gao Yuan's hand, Chen Fan couldn't help but fall silent.

Was his body... that weak?

"Bang."

With a dull thud, Gao Yuan tossed the Varrela Chronicle onto a solid wood table nearby.

The heavy wooden table visibly trembled and let out a groaning sound under the strain.

Alright.

He could now confirm it wasn't his problem.

Chen Fan was silent for a moment, then turned his gaze to Gao Yuan's arm.

It was a perfectly normal flesh-and-blood body.

Gao Yuan noticed Chen Fan's gaze and chuckled, rolling up his sleeve to show Chen Fan his strong, bronzed arm under the light. "I remember you looked like you'd seen a ghost the first time you saw me too."

"No divine blessings."

"I'm just a bit stronger than average."

Chen Fan's eye twitched.

Are you sure you call this 'a bit'?

"Here, the chronicle is on the table. Feel free to ask me anything if you have questions."

Gao Yuan pointed to the Varrela Chronicle on the wooden table, then took a book from the bookshelf, sat down in a chair next to the table, and quietly began reading.

The pure gold book cover had a great texture.

On the cover, the book's title was marked in large, hot-stamped black characters.

Varrela Chronicle.

No author, just the title.

Chen Fan carefully opened the golden cover of the Varrela Chronicle and began reading intently.

[Varrela Year 1, countless scorching fireballs appeared in the sky, and an unseen force ravaged the world, extinguishing countless lives.]

[The Lord could not bear to see her people suffer and descended from the God Kingdom.]

[The Lord extinguished the scorching fireballs in the sky and resisted the force that could tear the world apart.]

[The Lord performed a divine miracle, and Varrela henceforth became the Goddess's second God Kingdom, standing firm in the world.]

[...]

With just one glance, Chen Fan was stunned. "Old Gao, what time is it now?"

"Time?" Gao Yuan looked up and glanced at the somewhat blurry clock projection on the metal wall. "3:49 PM, still early for dinner."

"..."

"I mean, what year is it now?"

"It's 2067. You didn't forget that, did you?" Saying this, Gao Yuan glanced at the content on the first page of the chronicle and suddenly understood. "If you're talking about the Varrela Calendar, then it should be Year 159."

Seeing Chen Fan's confusion, Gao Yuan briefly explained:

"The Varrela Calendar is a calendar used only within the Church. It's not only related to the God but also has a slightly different calculation method, so this calendar hasn't spread among the common people."

"Ordinary households still habitually use the Old Calendar."

Chen Fan frowned. "Aren't they both calendars? What difference could there be?"

"The length of a year in the Varrela Calendar isn't fixed. Its duration mainly depends on the Goddess's Divine Decree."

Hearing this, Chen Fan was immediately stunned.

There's a calendar in this world where time isn't fixed?

This is truly eye-opening.

No wonder this calendar couldn't spread among the common people—who would ask for the Goddess's opinion before checking the calendar?

Putting aside whether they even had the time.

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