Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 111 Seaside Work

Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Seaside Work

"Another notebook..."

Two fingers held the notebook suspended in front of him, and at this moment, Ronald felt as if he were playing a puzzle-like horror game.

The diary he received at the beginning of his journey, the report he saw at the investigative bureau, and now the notes in his own hands.

Items like these seemed to appear a bit too frequently.

But since the items had been uncovered, he couldn’t just ignore them...

While thinking this, Ronald didn’t immediately start to flip through the notebook.

Commanding the black mist, he casually threw other useless objects far into the sea, then immediately walked toward the spot where he had just dug up the notebook.

—This was a location on the very outskirts of the battlefield.

Not only was it far from the centre of the skirmish, but it had even reached an area where coastal plants grew. The ground was covered with many ravines, which had just been filled in by the black mist.

Commanding the black mist to dig up the filled-in ground, Ronald envisioned the possible scenarios that might have occurred during the previous battle in his mind.

The burn marks left on the ground—

This indicated that someone had used flames or something similar as weapons during the fight, surely causing a significant scene.

Frequent appearances of not insignificant ravines—

This indicated there had been numerous physical impacts during the battle, with strong physical forces colliding directly, and the speed was certainly not slow.

These two types of remnants, scattered but covering no small area—

This indicated the battle had lasted for a while, and the combatants had changed positions multiple times, launching numerous attacks.

Combining these three points, a simple image emerged in his mind.

The caster, ambushed and attacked by three investigators, was someone with exceptionally good reaction and movement speed. During the repeated impacts of the fighting, he either intentionally or unintentionally ’dropped’ this notebook.

Given the high-speed combat and visual interference from flames burning, a plain notebook falling into a ravine and getting buried was indeed quite difficult to notice.

Then the question arose.

Aside from this notebook, could this person have left anything else here?

Silently staring at the ground in front of him, Ronald quietly awaited the result of the black mist’s excavation.

Initially meant just to clean up the battlefield, the black mist naturally only dug up objects that were easier to find. Therefore, other items might still be hidden deeper underground.

Objects with mystical powers would surely have been dealt with by the three investigators.

But what if the items left behind were normal objects, just like this notebook that didn’t exhibit any magic fluctuations?

The black mist tirelessly worked, just as it had when burying the ravines.

Under the bright stars, the sand on the ground was gradually cleared away.

Until the excavation reached the original depth where the ravines were formed.

A different scenario appeared before his eyes.

It was an unremarkable silver-white smooth curved surface, showing just a small corner on the surface of the ground.

If not for the smooth surface reflecting the stars in the sky, Ronald might have just considered it another unremarkable piece of debris.

"..."

"There really is something else..."

Muttering to himself, Ronald commanded the black mist to clear this silver-white object from underground. Roughly in the same location as the notebook, to think he could actually discover something else!

Soon, a white metallic plaque was pulled from the sandy soil.

Holding it in his hand, Ronald could see it was engraved with rows of densely arranged characters in a particular script—

—It was a script invented by humans.

With his common knowledge of languages functioning normally, he could recognize the content.

"Human Gestalt Core Group△"

"Experience Distribution Function Motion Production Module"

"..."

What is this thing?

Ronald could recognize the meaning of the inscribed words, and he understood the meaning of some phrases, but when put together, he couldn’t decipher them at all.

Human Gestalt probably referred to a school of psychology.

Words like experience and distribution function were fairly common.

But when trying to connect all these concepts, he failed to grasp any significance.

What exactly was its purpose?

Was it an identity tag? A code for a school? Or an item with a special function?

Looking at the nameplate in his hand, Ronald hesitated for a long time.

When no more objects could be excavated from the ground amidst the black fog, he waved his hand to refill the dug-up soil and then put the silver nameplate into his pocket.

Although he still couldn’t figure out the specific situation.

But after all, with the term "gestalt" appearing, it might come in handy after being preserved.

Sigh—

A southwest breeze carrying the scent of the sea blew, yet the cold night no longer brought discomfort to Ronald.

The "Divine Comedy" provided reinforcement to the body in many ways.

Naturally, with the enhancement of his physique, his ability to adapt to temperatures had significantly improved; if it had been Ronald from a week ago, this damp and cold sea breeze hitting his face would surely have made him sneeze heavily.

"Alright, let’s go back."

After taking one last look around to ensure there were no oversights in the black fog treatment, Ronald turned and walked back towards Serefis.

Meanwhile, as he carefully opened this notebook, which had become somewhat soft and damp with mud,

[Day 1]

New decryption work began, hoping to complete it under the blessing of destiny.

[Day 2]

A completely different type of language, template application failed.

[Day 3]

Continued attempts...

[Day 4]

Deciphering the Magic Book not to gain powerful strength, but to urge myself to put in more effort in acquiring knowledge, gathering hope for the path to the future.

[Day 5]

Failed again.

...

[Day 27]

It might have been successful, but this doesn’t seem like a normal Magic Book, rather a bit...

Like something from a cult magician?

[Day 39]

Continue to decipher, failed.

[Day 42]

Continue to decipher, failed.

[Day 59]

Oh Or, Oh Or! How could you fall so low! Have you forgotten your past lofty ideals? Born in this beautiful era, I can no longer continue like this!

[Day 75]

Failed.

[Day 106]

Still failing... success?

[Day 151]

Work continues, must not give up!

[Day...]

I seem a bit strange, but... continue... I guess.

[...]

I don’t know, I killed that child...!?

"..."

Ronald’s pace back to Serefis slowed.

The content on the notebook was not complicated, and Ronald had almost finished flipping through it in no time.

It was roughly about a mysterious researcher, who kept progressing in decoding a Magic Book, until...

Ultimately his mind became strange, and then there were records of him killing ordinary people.

The cold words couldn’t fully interpret the person’s feelings, but after going through these records, Ronald felt somewhat uncomfortable.

The Magic Book that caused this person to become like this.

What exactly was it...