The materials piled on the table had been compiled at Jiu Ming's suggestion. To prevent any accidents, she needed to tally up all the free energy here that could be converted into magic power... But that was far too cumbersome. She needed to find a way to simplify it as much as possible.
Since when had she become so naive, actually believing his words? Irritably, she waved a hand. "Put it off to the side for now. We'll talk about it later!"
After saying that, she turned to look out the window. Outside, Jiu Ming was holding his black book and rapidly flipping through its pages, though she had no idea what he was doing.
Just as expected.
Jiu Ming stretched his body and patted the black book, now closed, in his hands. This thing was simply too much like the Card Collection Book—so much so that even he felt awkward about it. If there weren't quite a few differences in their fundamental nature, he would have thought Panel-kun had done something to it.
This book did not require a complete "recording" in order to record something. It only needed to retain a trace and an impression of it. Whenever Jiu Ming wanted to use it, he merely had to pour his own power into that page to fully manifest it. There was no need to completely record it all at once.
His fingers lightly brushed over the pages. Whenever he touched a page that had recorded something, even if it was entirely black, Jiu Ming could still sense what it contained.
In that case, he might as well conduct a new experiment.
With that thought, Jiu Ming pressed his hand onto a page that had been flipped open beneath his hand. There was no earth-shattering upheaval. The blackness on