Hang, Come!

Chen Fan shook his head and refocused his attention on the chronicle before him.

He lowered his head, gently turning the pages that felt somewhat stiff and smooth from being oiled, and began reviewing this not-so-long history once more.

[...In the first year of the Varrela Calendar, with the help of the Church, Varrela City gradually got back on track.]

[After performing the last batch of miracles, the Goddess left the world and returned to her God Kingdom.]

[After the Goddess left, a sudden plague broke out in the city, causing countless deaths and injuries. The Archbishop prayed to the Goddess.]

[The Lord answered the prayers of the believers.]

[The Goddess descended to the world and personally blocked the foul air from outside the city.]

[In the second year of the Varrela Calendar, the Church...]

Chen Fan's pace of turning pages began to quicken.

As time passed, he gradually realized the true nature of this chronicle.

Throughout the entire text, aside from the opening paragraphs describing the arrival of the apocalypse, Chen Fan only saw words praising the merits of the Goddess and the Church!

What chronicle? It was practically a book of merits fabricated by the Church itself!

'One, what do you think?'

Looking at the Varrela Chronicle before him, wrapped in various precious metal decorations, Chen Fan asked One in his mind.

[Clearly, the authenticity of this chronicle is questionable.]

[Of course, that doesn't mean it's useless.]

As One's voice sounded, lines of holographic annotations attached to the chronicle appeared before Chen Fan's eyes: [At least some of the disasters it records are of reference value.]

Chen Fan understood.

In fact, while reviewing this chronicle, he had noticed a key piece of information – disasters.

According to the Varrela Chronicle, at the beginning of the Goddess's descent, this world experienced extremely severe natural disasters!

It was just that...

Countless fireballs appearing in the sky, what kind of natural disaster was that?

Chen Fan thought long and hard and felt that only a meteorite impact fit the description in the chronicle.

This also somewhat explained the inference that the God came from an alien planet – perhaps this so-called God was a high-level civilization in distress?

Chen Fan, who had watched many sci-fi movies in his previous life, immediately concocted a highly dramatic script.

A high-level civilization's starship encounters a meteorite attack and is forced to land on this backward planet.

To return home, they have to seek help from the local natives, but their methods are a bit too drastic.

And these drastic methods happen to trigger the protagonist's rebellious psychology, so the protagonist leads the protagonist's group on a path of counterattack.

Unveiling the mask of the God, throwing the high and mighty God heavily to the ground, and then rescuing their people from the God's control...

It must be said, it reeked of a failed story.

[This unit suggests you rein in your imagination.]

One interrupted Chen Fan's wandering thoughts: [In fact, for an interstellar civilization with Interstellar Navigation Capability, the harm of meteorites is basically negligible.]

[Whether it's active interception or passive interception, interstellar civilizations have countless ways to deal with these space wanderers.]

[Furthermore, according to the chronicle, the Goddess extinguished the fireballs in the sky, which is enough to prove that the fireballs were objects "suspended" in the upper atmosphere.]

'Then what do you think it is?'

Completely refuted, Chen Fan asked back helplessly: 'Volcanic eruption? Earthquake? Tsunami?'

'Or is it three suns in the sky?'

[...]

[This unit is also unclear. Theoretically, such natural disasters should not occur on a planetary surface.]

Chen Fan sighed inwardly.

It seemed he had to look for the truth in historical records that were more objective and from an earlier time.

But...

Did the Church's Library really have such books?

Chen Fan reached out and closed the pages made of pure gold, looking at Gao Yuan with a serious expression:

"Old Gao, are there any earlier historical records here?"

Afraid that Gao Yuan might misunderstand, Chen Fan added another sentence: "I mean, books that record history before the first year of Varrela."

"Chronicles from before the first year of Varrela?"

Gao Yuan looked up at Chen Fan with a bewildered expression: "Why would you want to know about these things?"

He slowly got up and fumbled towards the bookshelf behind him.

"There should be some."

"The Church's Library contains all the classics, but I just don't know which corner they've been put in..."

"Let me help you look."

Seeing this, Chen Fan also stood up from his chair and followed Gao Yuan, carefully searching in the vast library.

Half an hour later.

"That's strange..."

Gao Yuan stood between two rows of bookshelves with a bewildered look, raising his hand to scratch the back of his head. "How could the Church's Library not have these history books?"

"This, this is impossible!"

Following behind Gao Yuan, Chen Fan, who also hadn't found anything, felt his heart sink.

Could it be that the Church destroyed all these classics?

If that were the case, where would he go to find the truth that Xu Huai spoke of?

"Old Gao, did the Church introduce us to the history before the Varrela Calendar Year One?"

Gao Yuan's eyes showed a look of recollection. "...It seems they didn't mention it."

"Didn't anyone ask about this?"

"Ask? Why would they ask?"

"Isn't anyone curious about the history that happened before? Aren't you curious?"

Looking at Gao Yuan, who was slowly shaking his head with confusion in his eyes, Chen Fan sighed softly.

It should be the effect of that fragrance.

One reminded him in his mind: It's normal for curiosity to significantly weaken after cognitive and logical thinking abilities decline.

Chen Fan bit down hard on his back molars and cursed inwardly.

What the hell...

Search for related descriptions in all existing books.

That girl named Xu Huai was right, history is history, it will permeate every corner, and it can never be concealed or erased by human power.

Chen Fan raised his head and glanced at the dense collection of various classics in the library, three question marks appearing on his forehead.

???

What the hell, does that even sound like something a person would say?

He probably wouldn't even finish reading a few books before being sent to the God Kingdom to serve the God, right?

When did this unit say you had to read them?

Sensing what Chen Fan was thinking, One's voice sounded again: The basic scanning function can quickly scan the content of books, and as for the subsequent analysis work, that's this unit's specialty.

Chen Fan's eyes lit up.

If you put it that way, he's not sleepy anymore!

After being transmigrated for so long, he could finally experience the thrill of having a cheat!

Cheat, come!

Next...

Under Gao Yuan's astonished gaze, Chen Fan extended his right hand and quickly ran it over every classic on the bookshelf in front of him.

"Chen Fan?"

Gao Yuan stared blankly at Chen Fan's unusual movements. "You are..."

"Shh."

"Keep quiet, I'm reading."

Gao Yuan: "?"