Another week passed. Lynn sat in a corner on the third floor of the Bone Vault, seemingly meditating with his eyes closed.
He had been sitting there for seven consecutive days, twenty-four hours a day without pause. All three hundred workstations had never stopped.
The books on the shelves dwindled one by one, while entries in the Memory Library increased one by one.
Then, after he finished the last tome, the knowledge flowed into the Memory Library.
Lynn closed his eyes. Several more rows of profound knowledge had appeared on the bookshelves within his sea of consciousness.
He rose to his feet and left the Bone Vault without greeting the white-haired man.
He probably would not be coming back for a long time.
The white-haired man remained within the Bone Vault's dimensional space. Watching Lynn's back vanish at the stairway, he frowned slightly.
He had guarded this place for nearly a month. Every day, he watched Lynn arrive on time and leave on time. Other than flipping through books, all he did was flip through books.
Had he left after finishing all the books in the free section?
The white-haired man could not understand it. Why would someone spend so much time reading the books in the free section, yet refuse to spend contribution points borrowing tomes from the paid section?
What did that mean?
Did he look down on the knowledge in the paid section?
Or was he... short on contribution points?
Lynn was still young and had only recently advanced to Stigma. The resources he had on hand should have been nearly depleted.
The white-haired man tapped the armrest twice with his fingers.
Should he... lend him some?
After all, the kid had potential. Perhaps one day he would advance to True Spirit and become one of the