Hala

On the ninth floor of Nazarick, in a hotel-like suite, Ryan sat on the sofa, sweat beading on his forehead as he stared at the magical book before him.

This was neither some literary masterpiece nor a novel, but a complete compendium of every item Nazarick could currently create.

Yes, a compendium. The table of contents alone ran to 13,725 pages, containing 6,171,456 item names and over ten billion words of detailed descriptions. He was forcing himself to read it right now.

What the hell was I thinking...

He casually flipped through the magical book that seemed as though it would never end.

Earlier, he had actually asked Alva for this thing on the grounds that, as Nazarick's ruler, he needed a more detailed understanding of Nazarick's power. When was he ever going to finish reading it?

And according to Alva, the book was linked to the Tower Spirit's database. As long as it remained within Nazarick, the magical book would update immediately whenever a new item or object was researched. This was fucking ridiculous!

"Cough... not bad!"

"But wouldn't it be better to add another category? For example, divide items into low-grade, mid-grade, and high-grade tiers according to their practical value?"

He was cursing wildly in his heart, but seeing Alva beside him, staring eagerly as he waited for an evaluation, Ryan still praised it against his conscience.

No matter what, Alva had put considerable thought into creating this magical book. Offering a few suggestions was enough; there was no need to criticize him.

"You are right, my lord. I will improve it immediately!"

Alva nodded with a solemn expression. Ryan handed the magical book back to him and was about to offer a few more words of encouragement when someone knocked on the door.

He turned his gaze