Thick bandages were wrapped around Cui Ciyou's left arm.
Since I'm injured and they won't let me do anything, I might as well read a history book.
Ever since he had sat in on that teacher Edna's introductory history lesson with Alice,
Cui Ciyou had been unable to shake a strange feeling.
When he heard Edna explain how the Creator God had brought the world into being, created the races, and created the six original gods-the Dragon God, Demon God, Sea God, Beast God, Sky God, and Human God-
Cui Ciyou had felt something profoundly absurd, a sense of temporal dislocation, as though he were listening to Chinese myths such as "Pangu opens heaven and earth" or "Nüwa creates humanity."
Are you sure you're teaching history, and not an elective called "Mythology"? That had been Cui Ciyou's most vehement inward complaint at the time.
As a meticulous transmigrator whose mind bore the indelible stamp of twenty-first-century materialism,
Cui Ciyou wanted to find out exactly where the boundary between this world's "history" and "mythology" lay.
And so, from the library of House Boreas,
he took out a book as thick and heavy as a hardcover encyclopedia from his previous life.
It was a history book bound in an antique-looking black animal hide, its title written in ornate, gold-stamped ancient script that had already grown somewhat indistinct.
The title was-"A comprehensive history of the Six-Faced World."
This really is... weighty. Both physically and historically.
Cui Ciyou carried this "giant brick," which weighed at least a dozen kilograms, back to his room with both hands.
Carefully, he opened the first page, which carried a faint scent of ink and the weight of ages.
The opening preface struck him to the depths of his soul with its sweeping, even audacious prose.
According to the