After spending the better part of half a day, he learned the language here and also gained a rough understanding of this world's distribution of power.
After all, this was only a small town. Its power levels were low, and the people knew very little.
Still, he had a general grasp of the world's situation. There were five gods in this world: the God of Elves in the Elf Forest, the God of Lava in the volcanic ranges, the God of Strength among humans, the God of Dragons among dragonkind, and an evil god.
What interested Dole was that this evil god was the very one he had captured.
It had actually succeeded in invading this world?
The people of the town were not powerful. They only knew the bare essentials about those upper-level powers, but not where they were located, so Dole would have to change locations.
This was the outermost region of a human territory known as the Eurasian Republic Union. It was where the God of Strength's influence was weakest, and where the God of Elves' influence was also at its weakest—a lawless borderland. The people here could not tell black from white.
After learning about the place, Dole quickly received another piece of information. There was a powerful black wizard here, and he was the true ultimate power behind this small town.
A level-nine black wizard might not have been among the very strongest powers in this world, but he could still suppress an entire region. Of course, in the eyes of all god-level beings, level-nine wizards were also the primary targets of vigilance.
That was what Dole thought, and he immediately began recalling the dream seeds.
He had only invaded some people's memories; he had not transformed every one of them into his dream avatars.