Countless memories of various professionals surfaced before Lynn's eyes, as if he had lived their entire lives.
Lynn recorded all of those memories.
Ancient witchcraft, lost alchemical formulas, ancient rune arrays, and potion formulas with unusual effects.
His Memory Library gained tens of thousands of new books.
And so, he collected as he traveled onward.
There were no living creatures at the bottom of the River Styx—no fish, no insects, not even undead.
Even the undead were unwilling to remain here. The power of forgetting was too strong; if undead stayed too long, they would lose themselves and become empty shells.
Lynn walked for half a month without encountering a single person.
The Nether River Crystals at the bottom of the River Styx were incredibly pure. A fist-sized piece contained thirty times the death energy of an ordinary Nether River Crystal.
He crouched down and brushed aside the black powder with his hand, exposing the crystals beneath.
The crystals were grayish-white and translucent, with fine cracks covering their surfaces. Grayish-white mist churned within those cracks.
He dug out the crystals one by one. Since they could not be stored in the Stigmata Domain, he wrapped them in his wizard robe and turned it into a bundle.
Forgetting Sand was a unique black grain of sand found at the riverbed. A single grain could erase all the memories of an ordinary person.
Lynn scooped up a handful of sand. It was extremely fine and slipped through his fingers.
He placed the Forgetting Sand into his bundle.
Just like that, Lynn became a "porter" at the bottom of the River Styx. His dark-purple wizard robe, which represented his identity, was stretched larger and larger, like an enormous hot-air balloon.
Fortunately, his body was powerful. Otherwise, transporting all this would have been truly