The more he read, the more deeply it affected him.
By the time he had read halfway through the Necronomicon, Ke Meng felt that his body was truly weak. There were so many things he could improve.
For example, he could use Necromantic Alchemy to strengthen his bones and skin, or inject foreign blood to modify his body. Divine blood would be best, but where could he find a living god these days? Cthulhu counted, more or less, but when Ke Meng wasn't entering dreams, the evil god Cthulhu was nothing more than a sleeping statue on the seabed, without the slightest sign of life, as though already dead.
Ke Meng shook his head, trying to cut off those thoughts. But now that he had opened a pathway to godhood, he was far too sensitive to necromancy. Even sitting in his room and staring into space made a whole series of magical ideas spring into his mind.
He believed that as long as he put those ideas into practice and expended magic power, he would trigger the system's notification for creating a new skill, which would then prompt him to name it.
Ke Meng stayed still, resting a hand on the book without opening it. But he knew he had already read enough to acquire a wealth of knowledge.
He could now control the book's divinity and, through it, read the Elder God Memory.
However, Ke Meng did not read the Elder God Memory yet.
Through this book, Ke Meng had realized that his resistance was no longer sufficient to face the divine domain.
If he wanted to come away unscathed, he would have to increase all his resistances again.
Although he had ways to grind resistance, they were all relatively slow. It would take at least a hundred years.