Within Ankhseram Temple, Li possessed privileges beyond imagination—or at least, that was how it seemed to him. After all, he was merely an outsider, and Li had enough self-awareness to understand that. He had yet to truly integrate into this place; it could even be said that everyone in Ankhseram Temple had every reason not to trust him.
Yet in Li's eyes, the authority and trust he had been granted were simply too great.
Aside from his own bedroom, Li could go to most places. Other than a few restricted areas, he could wander freely throughout the temple. Of course, he needed the mages' permission before entering their laboratories.
Ankhseram's bedroom was also somewhere Li could not enter casually. Everywhere else, however, was open to him. It would not be an exaggeration to say that Li occupied a fairly high position within Ankhseram Temple.
Moreover, Li himself had been assigned a considerable area within the temple for private use. First was that enormous bedroom. In Ankhseram's words, only someone who slept well could become a good mage.
Then there were several mage laboratories.
That was right—several mage laboratories, all belonging to Li alone. Other than Ankhseram and a select few people at the very top of the temple's hierarchy, no one could enter Li's laboratories without his permission.
But in truth, Li did not need such things. What he needed was absolute power, not so-called magical research.
Of course, much later, Li came to understand something: one's own power often had bottlenecks and limits. When that time came, other methods were often needed to make oneself stronger.
Li then inspected his cloakrooms. So-called cloakrooms were not a single room, but six separate storage rooms for clothing. According to that lovely young girl, each storage room held different things. For instance,