Book of Knowledge

Which youth hasn't dreamed of an adventure, especially when this thing was likely a genuine supernatural item in the past.

At this moment, Chen Shouyi didn't notice that a thin trickle of blood was slowly seeping from the gap in the bandage that had stopped the bleeding on his finger, as if drawn toward the wooden plank.

The moment the blood made contact.

The plank emitted a faint glow, then vanished without a trace, as if eager to disappear.

At the same time, Chen Shouyi's mind rang like a great bell crashing. His body jolted, and he collapsed limply to the ground, unconscious.

He didn't know how long passed. He felt as though he had drifted through an endless darkness, and in his daze, light returned to his eyes.

He gradually regained clarity and opened his eyes. The moment he did, his mouth fell open instinctively, and his eyes widened more and more.

Before him was a circular space about thirty meters in diameter, roughly the size of two school basketball courts. At the edges of the space, countless gray mists twisted and writhed, shifting into various shapes. Even beneath his feet, he was treading on mist.

This discovery startled Chen Shouyi, but he quickly found it posed no danger. Some invisible force seemed to support his body, letting him walk on this space as if on solid ground.

He tested it a few times and soon relaxed.

The place was filled with a certain illusory quality—not just the mist, but also himself. His body appeared translucent, and his clothes seemed like mist on the verge of dissipating.

The space wasn't all mist. The most eye-catching feature was a small, semi-transparent tree about a meter tall at the center. It was the only thing besides him that could be called alive.

For some reason, the moment he saw that tree, Chen Shouyi felt a blood-deep connection, as if the tree was him and he was the tree.

The small tree was lush with branches and leaves. Through the sparse mist beneath his feet, Chen Shouyi seemed to see countless slender, twisted roots extending into endless distance.

Then he noticed that every leaf on the tree flowed with countless images.

With just a brief glance, a flood of information rushed into his mind—a memory from thirteen years ago, on a certain day.

His heart shaken, he looked at the thousands of leaves shimmering with illusory light: "Could it be that these leaves represent all my memories since birth?"

For a moment, an inexplicable fear rose in him—a wariness and awe at the violation of his own memories.

But the fear passed in a flash, quickly replaced by curiosity.

He gradually noticed a pattern: the lower the leaf, the older the memory. Many memories he had completely forgotten, unable to recall even after trying, were here displayed in exhaustive detail, every second of his past experience.

At the very bottom, he even saw a dark, blurry yet warm and comfortable memory from within his mother's womb.

His face showed barely concealed shock. What he had discovered was utterly beyond his imagination.

Among the leaves, there seemed to be fruits of various sizes—some green, some slightly red. Each time he focused on one, information automatically appeared in his mind.

He realized these were all the knowledge he had learned since birth.

The largest fruit was "Chinese Language," with a rank of "Mastery," about the size of an apple. As his everyday mother tongue, it was already slightly red, standing out among the other fruits like a crane among chickens.

As for the rest, they were not only several times smaller but mostly half-ripe, green and immature.

Looking at the glass-marble-sized Physics, Chemistry, Biology, and the even smaller Mathematics and English.

Chen Shouyi couldn't help but blush slightly.

Then, with a glimmer of hope, he strained to search for a long time before finally finding his martial arts knowledge on an insignificant little branch.

"Thirty-Six Body Tempering Forms," sesame-seed-sized, ranked "Beginner"; "Entering Tranquility to Refine the Self" was even smaller, needle-tip-sized, ranked "Not Yet Started," impossible to find without careful looking. The rest, like the messy swordsmanship he'd learned in the summer Martial Arts Cram Class, were all "Not Yet Started."

Fortunately, with Chen Shouyi's thick skin, he no longer cared about that now.

"Since leaves and fruits represent memories and knowledge, what does the trunk represent?"

He looked at the trunk. This time, the information took longer to respond. Just as Chen Shouyi was about to look away, a torrent of complex data surged into his mind.

It took him a long while to sort through the information, and his eyes gleamed with wonder.

It turned out this tree was originally called the Book of Knowledge, forged by the powerful God of Knowledge from another world using the heartwood of the first World Tree. During the first invasion war after that world merged with Earth, this god attempted to enter this world in true form but fell.

His Divine Artifact, the Book of Knowledge, thus ended up on Earth.

In the process of resisting the oppression of this world's rules, the Book of Knowledge's power collapsed, and its divine energy dissipated.

By all logic, its power should have long since faded into nothingness, becoming ordinary.

Yet, its essence was ultimately strong, and its ability was unique—it had super-strong analytical and computational functions. In resisting the rules, it seized a rare chance to survive. Driven by instinct for self-preservation, it was forced—or perhaps actively chose—to rapidly adapt and change toward this world's rules.

Name: Chen Shouyi

Strength: 10.4 (10) Agility: 10.4 (10) Physique: 10.3 (10) Intelligence: 10.3 (10) Perception: 10.3 (10) Willpower: 10.0 (10)

Knowledge: Chinese Language (Mastery 5); Physics (Proficient 12); Chemistry (Proficient 11); Biology (Proficient 10); Mathematics (Proficient 8); English (Proficient 5); Computer Science (Beginner 6); Culinary Arts (Beginner 5); Thirty-Six Body Tempering Forms (Beginner 5); Entering Tranquility to Refine the Self (Not Yet Started); Swordsmanship (Not Yet Started); Archery (Not Yet Started)

Energy Accumulation: 1.2

Chen Shouyi felt that these mere hundred-plus words in his mind seemed to sum up his entire mediocre seventeen years of life.

But now, everything was different!

Just now, that information had let him fully grasp the usage of this "new Book of Knowledge." Now it only had one function left: the optimization of knowledge.

He glanced over all the knowledge he possessed and selected the Thirty-Six Body Tempering Forms.

"Optimize!"

The moment the words fell, 1.2 energy rapidly vanished by 1 point, leaving only 0.2.

The next instant, his mind went into a daze, as if entering a dream. All around was gray mist, and he himself was practicing the Thirty-Six Body Tempering Forms over and over—starting stiff and awkward, gradually becoming smooth. As time passed, his movements slowly changed: some useless forms were directly discarded, and some motions were slightly adjusted.

They seemed to fit him better.

He didn't know how long it lasted—maybe a few hours, maybe several days. At some point, he finally woke from the dream.

Chen Shouyi quickly recalled, and was surprised to find that the memories of the Thirty-Six Body Tempering Forms in his mind were crystal clear, vivid before his eyes.

As if he had truly practiced them countless times.

Just as he couldn't resist the urge to test them in this space, the space suddenly shook. Faintly, a sound seemed to come from far away, ethereal and hollow.

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