Yulian was twenty years old. Four years had passed in the Pixel World since he invented the Galley.
Opposite him, the leader Yu Zou had a ghost symbol floating above his head, meaning the old man's life was already nearing its end.
"I want to take it apart," Yulian insisted.
The aged Yu Zou was silent for a long time before he replied, "That is God's [Blessing]."
"Blasphemers will be executed by lightning from the heavens."
"..."
A lightbulb popped up over Yulian's head. "Then can I secretly take apart a few pages?"
"Blasphemy is blasphemy! Tearing out even one page is blasphemy!"
The old leader flew into a rage. "Do you think you can bargain with God!?"
"Then I might as well take the whole thing apart."
Yulian's answer not only surprised the old man, but also caught Lu Yao off guard in front of the screen.
This young man had always been afraid of being struck by Lu Yao's lightning, because he put all his energy into building boats and rarely worshiped God.
Because of that, Yulian felt extremely guilty. He often suspected that God might pick a time to give him a jolt.
Yet at this moment, Yulian acted with absolute resolve.
He explained to the old leader, "Leader Shahan once wrote the first book, Tribal History. But that required a lot of sheepskin, could not hold much writing, and was thick and heavy."
"But this book bestowed by God is light, thin, and clear. A lot of words can be written on it."
"God must know that we cannot understand divine writing. Even the wisest Leader Senjian could not understand it at all. The material of this kind of book may be the true treasure God bestowed upon the tribe."
The young man lobbied eagerly. "I