Please, You're So Weak

"Floating continents exist within the Consciousness Space? Th... that's impossible."

After listening to Joshua's account, the Black-robed One muttered to himself, but he quickly seemed to recall something.

He immediately began flipping through the books piled on the round table before him, eventually finding a passage in a tattered volume.

"Great heroes gather in the land of origin. They truly exist there, for people believe these heroes to be immortal..."

After reading the incomplete passage, the Black-robed One suddenly looked up at Joshua.

"The floating continent you saw in the Consciousness Space—could it be the legendary Hall of Valor?" Before Joshua could answer, the Black-robed One pressed on. "Whom did you meet there? Humanity's greatest heroes should be..."

"Why are we suddenly talking about Norse mythology again? No, the meanings of the terms are just similar." Joshua shook his head. "I didn't meet the heroes you mentioned, but there really are some things in the Consciousness Space."

"Didn't meet them..."

The Black-robed One flipped through the severely damaged book in his hands. It was over a thousand years old; the fact that it had survived at all was already astonishing.

"After so much time has passed, given the human lifespan, only a few still remember those great beings," the Black-robed One muttered again.

"Wei He Si, perhaps we do seem short-lived to High Elves, but humans also record our history in writing and books." The Gray Robe refuted his mistaken view. "Like the Omnipotent One—we still remember his name."

"A name alone is useless. You need other information related to him as well! His appearance, abilities, even his personality and preferences. Everyone must have a concrete image of him in their minds for his existence to leave an imprint in the Consciousness Space."

The Black-robed One flipped through the ancient