Chapter 291: Chapter 173: Month: Forgetting (3)
"Is it impossible to fight this sleepiness?"
Iz yawned. "Yaaawn... You could fight it, I guess... but since it’s harmless, why not take the chance to get some good sleep?"
"Besides, you can get a lot of inspiration for Magic in your dreams."
’That’s true...’
With High Spirituality, dreaming brought a great deal of inspiration and enlightenment.
Many things he couldn’t figure out while awake, he would suddenly understand in his dreams.
"Are these Dream Ghosts really harmless?"
Iz replied with another yawn, "Of course not. If you hit one, it’ll just disappear, like a bubble."
Lu Cang saw that Iz looked like he was about to pass out on the spot.
He decided to end the conversation there.
"Understood, Master Iz."
Lu Cang bid farewell to Iz. Iz scratched his stomach and turned to go back to sleep.
’Wait, was there something I forgot to remind Lu Cang about?’
’Oh, well... With his strength, he should be able to handle it anyway.’
’So sleepy.’
He arrived at the White Tower.
He found many scholars passed out, sleeping right on their desks.
Pari was also passed out in an inconspicuous corner.
’Heh, so the Evil Divination Master has days like this too.’
Pari’s spiritual fluctuations were calm. She was definitely asleep.
Lu Cang walked over and was just about to poke Pari’s face when a pair of eyes snapped open.
Pari’s gaze was fixed on him.
"Ha, ha... Sister Pari, you’re awake? I have a few questions I’d like to ask you..."
Lu Cang asked about some trivial matters.
It cost him two hundred thousand Gold Coins.
Afterward, Pari lowered her head and went back to sleep.
’That Evil Divination Master...’
After chatting with Pari, Lu Cang forgot why he had come to the White Tower.
’It’s so easy to forget things.’
The influence of the Moon was not something that could be easily dismissed.
Even powerful beings were still affected by the current month. For example, Kumironi’s healing abilities were greatly diminished during the month of Death.
And this effect of forgetfulness was even harder to resist.
Lu Cang took out a piece of white paper.
There was nothing recorded on the paper; it was completely blank.
But Lu Cang still used Divine Level Information Tracing to restore the information that had originally been on the paper.
"Go to the upper floors of the White Tower."
’Oh, right.’
’I was supposed to use this time, when almost everyone was asleep and not paying attention, to check out the upper floors of the White Tower.’
Lu Cang went all the way up to the fifth floor.
Then, he casually broke the Restriction on the sixth floor.
Upon reaching the sixth floor, the main color scheme of the White Tower changed.
Lu Cang had already scanned it ahead with his Perception, so he wasn’t surprised by the change.
Starting from the sixth floor, the color was a mixture of black and white, like a cow’s hide, instead of pure white.
In the center of the area, two books and a scroll were bound by iron chains.
Without Level Six clearance, these books cannot be opened.
But Lu Cang could break this Restriction as well.
Lu Cang merely glanced at it and continued upward.
The seventh floor.
It was already a chaotic, sullied mess of colors.
Who would have thought that the White Tower, famous for its pure whiteness, would be so foul on its upper floors?
_Time Theory_ and _Introduction to Space-Time_.
These two books were sealed in the very center of the seventh floor. They were rare books on Chronology and contained the knowledge Lu Cang most needed to advance to the Prophet class.
Lu Cang walked toward the two books.
At the same time, he undid the Level 7 anti-touch Restriction that sealed the books.
He opened their pages.
And copied them.
The text on the Copy Paper flashed for an instant, then vanished.
But Lu Cang didn’t mind.
He continued copying them, page by page.
Finally, he had copied the entire book.
Lu Cang held the blank sheets of paper, but in his mind, the text that had flashed for an instant during the copying process reappeared.
Divine Level Information Tracing.
All erased traces could be restored.
Lu Cang looked further up.
The eighth and ninth floors were empty, with no Restrictions to prevent him from ascending further.
For the White Tower in the Kingdom of Lorren, the seventh floor was its limit.
After all, it didn’t have Scholars of such a high level.
After copying the two books, Lu Cang turned and left.
’No one should know I was here.’
...
Back at his residence, Lu Cang couldn’t help but think of An Zheng.
’Is An Zheng also writing in a diary at this moment?’
After a moment of thought, Lu Cang opened a finely bound journal and began to write: My name is Lu Cang. I am a Transmigrator from Earth. Before I transmigrated, I seem to have been in an airport explosion. My father’s name is Lu Zhenghang, and my mother’s name is Li Youxiang...
As Lu Cang wrote, line after line,
the words vanished as well.
It was too easy to forget things. Lu Cang felt many of his memories from his past life starting to blur.
If this continued, after a few more years in this world, he might completely forget that he was a Transmigrator.
Lu Cang didn’t want these last remaining memories of his homeland to disappear.
Lu Cang kept writing.
He wrote a lot.
First, he wrote about the period just before he transmigrated. Then, in a kind of reverse chronological order, he wrote about his past life’s experiences, starting from his childhood.
Fortunately, his Spirituality was extremely high, allowing Lu Cang to recall many unclear memories from his past life.
However, also because of his extremely high Spirituality, Lu Cang could feel many memories constantly dissipating.
...
He started recording late at night, thinking as he wrote.
He tried to recall any details he might have forgotten, and by the time he came to his senses, the thick fog outside was already filled with light.
It was already morning.
And he had already filled two thick journals with entries about his past life...
"This should be enough..."
Lu Cang really couldn’t think of anything else he had missed.
Reaching out and touching the two journals, the information flowed into his mind like a stream.
Lu Cang locked the two blank journals in a small box, placed a sealing Restriction on it, and put it into his most private, personal Storage Bag.
"It’s already noon..."
"Sigh, I’ll just sleep tonight."
Lu Cang went out again, planning to head to a Dungeon to grind some Demons...
Doing research during the Forgotten Moon was pure torture. He was constantly forgetting things, and any inspiration he had would be gone the next moment.
What was more troublesome was that certain sudden feelings couldn’t be recorded in words at all; even with Information Tracing, it was difficult to document them.
This month was destined to be one of stagnated research.
But besides research, there were other things he could do.
Lu Cang flew for more than twenty thousand kilometers, arriving in a desolate, uninhabited wilderness.
Lu Cang now had a clear grasp of his own strength.
He summoned the Source of Calamity.
At the same time, Lu Cang waved his hand, scattering countless materials across the ground to form a complex Ritual.
A thick tide of Demons surged toward the area.
He had mastered many interesting Rituals, but he hadn’t dared to use them during the month of Death. Now that it was the Forgotten Moon, he could finally let loose a little.
The tide of Demons condensed, and a Dungeon formed.
Lu Cang looked at the Tier Six Dungeon before him, a Dungeon of the Evil’s Nest type.
He now possessed so many Tier Six life-saving items, and the Dungeon before him had not yet undergone a Sacrifice, so the level of danger was something he could handle. Even if he encountered a Tier Six Submerged Land Level Demon, his current self could escape at a moment’s notice.
This judgment about whether he could escape was not born from pure self-confidence on Lu Cang’s part.
Rather, he had practiced it multiple times with Chi Cheng during the month of Death using the Source of Calamity.
The moment they encountered a Submerged Land Level Demon, Lu Cang would attempt to flee.
The results were remarkable. He had escaped every single time.
At least in terms of survivability, he was worlds apart from who he used to be.
