Skill? A Mere Side Issue

This Saintly Body—it was seriously incredible.

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Anse examined them one by one. Each of these eight abilities was more useful than the last, and they were all passive effects, unaffected by the environment.

He closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into his mind, where the D20 floated silently.

With a thought, an inconspicuous translucent little sphere appeared out of thin air.

This was the "Memory Palace." It could take any shape, be infinitely large or infinitely small, and was rooted deep within his soul. No one but him could detect it.

Did this count as the manifestation of memory?

As his thoughts stirred, he found himself amid a sea of stars. All around him floated glowing objects of every kind—books, weapons, buildings, planets, human figures, monsters—everything imaginable.

These objects were vessels for different memories. They were divided into groups of varying sizes, yet interconnected by countless threads, like a stellar web that together formed a vast sea of memory.

With a mere thought, the relevant memories would surface in his mind with absolute clarity.

Even the spell model for the incomparably intricate tenth-circle spell, "Meiwen's Volcano Creation," appeared as a three-dimensional image without the slightest error or omission. It was no different from the usual process of preparing and constructing the model before casting.

That's absurd.

He had only just begun studying this spell. He had yet to fully understand it, much less memorize such a complex spell model all at once.

But now, the "Memory Palace" had spared him the process of memorization.

Its existence was unusual. It was not a Spellbook, and there was no need to "browse" through it or "recall" anything. With a thought, he could