Chapter 49: The Book of Krusos

  A fire was lit, and several large, plump, peeled, and cleaned beasts were placed on a rack. They were roasted to a half-raw state, with oil dripping down, ready to be devoured. These people lived relatively comfortably, eating well, sleeping well, and living in good conditions. Moreover, they had been completely cut off from the world for days, without being pursued by anyone, unaware that chaos had erupted outside.

  Contrary to Bataku's expectations, at this moment, those barbarians from different tribes who were searching for the insect god in vain burst into several conflicts and started infighting. Although it hadn't reached the point of blood flowing like rivers, they were still fighting fiercely, led by several large tribes, plus some opportunistic guys, old grudges and new hatreds all counted together, making the peaceful Gaya Rainforest a mess. Almost every hundred or so miles, you could see barbarians from different tribes fighting, even some minority tribes that didn't want to participate were dragged in. Only a handful of clear-headed old foxes who could see through the current situation could remain calm and not be fooled by the illusions before their eyes. But these became the primary targets of the Black Bear Tribe's attacks, secretly manipulated by Tatal, precisely because they were too cunning, so they had to be eliminated.

  Mang Shan reached into the fire and pulled out a large, juicy leg of the demon beast. He sprinkled some salt on it and handed it to Mutah, the tribe's elder, as well as the other elderly men who were barely alive. Each of them received a generous portion. Only then did the young and strong men get their turn, and they eagerly dug in, devouring the meat with gusto. Old Liu was lucky enough to snag a few strips of meat from Mang Shan's side and enjoyed an improved meal. Old Hei, Liu Ting's loyal "lackey", was over the moon. Ever since his upgrade, he seemed to have gotten rid of some sort of curse, and although he still disliked sunlight, he no longer feared its scorching heat. Seeing everyone eating, he eagerly crawled over, sat down, and started gnawing on bones, looking as lively as a dog. The atmosphere was filled with the sound of happy eating.

  "Rotting wood can't be carved!" Old Liu ate the meat silk borrowed from the high priest, looking at Lao Hei gnawing on a bone, and shook his head in distaste: "You should learn from me, your elder. We're going to be high-society super demons, we need to be noble, we must get rid of these plebeian things. Hey! Lao Hei, did you hear me? Geez, when others throw away bones, don't rush over so quickly! You really think you're a dog or something!"

  Old Liu, who was being noisy and troublesome, couldn't restrain his rascal nature, but there was no need to pay attention to him. On the other hand, Mang Shan was eating on one side while chattering non-stop to Da Ji Si: "Da Ji Si, why haven't you taken that half Dragon Yuan Dan yet? It's been quite a few days already."

  "What's the hurry! It's not time yet. Don't talk so much, let me eat this meal in peace." The high priest looked at the middle-aged man with a sullen expression, and calculated in his heart that this was already the tenth time he had said this to himself today. He was as garrulous as an old woman, making such a racket that he couldn't even eat his rice. Anyone who didn't know him would think he was going through menopause.

  Mangshan wanted to say more, but was pulled by his nephew and had to lower his head to gnaw on the bones.

  After eating and drinking, the high priest also made some homemade medicinal wine. It was deep red in color and had some roots of grass, scorpions, ants and other things soaking in it. The smell was extremely pungent and seemed to be very potent. After just a few cups, his face turned slightly red. However, he had a smile on his face and looked very happy.

  Lao Liu thought he had an opportunity, so he walked over with a smile on his face and asked, "Old man, why are you so happy?"

  The high priest glanced at him, stroked his sparse beard, and said with a mouthful of wine: "In two days, you can go to the Thunder Clouds to temper your body, aren't you happy?"

  The old scoundrel, he's got no good intentions! Old Liu cursed under his breath, but still smiled and said: "What should I do at this time? You know, I don't understand anything, I'm just stupid. If something goes wrong, it'll be a big trouble."

  The high priest sighed and somehow pulled out a notebook-sized book, which was as thick as four or five language textbooks. The cover was gold with green vine patterns and unknown characters that shone brightly, clearly not an ordinary item.

  "Do you know what book this is?" The high priest asked Old Liu with shining eyes.

  "I didn't know." Old Liu replied, relying on his good relationship with the high priest and his own thick skin, he carelessly reached out to open the book. He wanted to see what kind of secrets it held inside. But as soon as his hand touched the cover, a resistant force came from the surface of the book, making it impossible for Old Liu to open it smoothly. Not believing in evil spirits, Old Liu exerted more strength, but the force increased with his effort, finally causing Old Liu's arm to shake violently and almost throwing him off balance.

  "What the hell is this!?" Old Liu looked at this strange book in incredulity, knowing that this was another one of the High Priest's deliberate provocations. But after calming down and thinking carefully, he quickly discovered several problems. Firstly, most of these barbarians he knew were illiterate, although they had their own traditions and their own writing system, but absolutely no books appeared, at most only some sheepskin scrolls or something like that. Moreover, the few times he saw the High Priest write notes, the characters used were vastly different from those printed on the cover of this book, to put it simply, it was like the difference between cursive script and simplified Chinese characters. The last problem was that the energy fluctuations transmitted from this strange book did not resemble the High Priest's forbidden magic, but rather pure elemental energy fluctuations. In conclusion, Old Liu's eyes lit up, and he blurted out: "I know what it is! This is a wizard's book from the civilized world!"

  "You've been deceived." The high priest took a sip of wine, and somehow managed to open the book that was difficult to open. He flipped it to some page, and instantly, countless dense texts and symbols flashed out, like a dreamy bubble shadow, born and perished in an instant, flashing by in a flash. Old Liu's eyes were dazzled, but unfortunately, he didn't recognize a single character, and could only stand by, feeling embarrassed.

  "This book is called the Book of Krosso. It was the personal treasure of Krosso, the former commander of the Sylvian Empire's Magical Corps and a devout follower of the element of fire. It records his lifelong understanding and insights into fire magic, as well as several powerful fire spells that made him famous." The high priest said slowly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, lost in thought.

  "Fire-type?" Old Liu was greatly disappointed and asked: "Not even a Thunder-type, what's the use of coming here. Now I'm going to get struck by lightning!"

  Contrary to Lao Liu's expectations, the great priest said, "Who says there is no Lei system?" After finishing speaking, he grabbed a big handful and flipped to the end, pointing at several scattered patterns and symbols, saying: "The first 80% are all Huo systems or Huo system-derived energy systems such as Lianyu and Hongyan. However, the last 20% records the composition of the other seven elemental powers and their cultivation methods, even with annotations for most of their branches. It's just that it's not as thorough as his understanding of the Huo system."

  "Oh! This Krusoe is quite interesting, I wonder if he wants to be a grandmaster of the whole system. By the way, was this guy killed by you?" Old Liu came to his senses and leaned over to take a close look, carefully studying it for half a day, but unfortunately, his cultural level was too low, and he really couldn't recognize what these characters meant, feeling somewhat frustrated at times.

  "The entire system? A powerful ability is enough if you have just one, cultivating it to the extreme can condense into a divine aura, becoming a divine spirit. But what you're saying is that you want to master everything, yet you won't be proficient in anything. Human lifespan is limited after all, unlike magical beasts and insects which are so long-lived. Scattering your energy like this, even if you're a genius, it's impossible to achieve anything. In the history of the outside world, there was only one wizard named Regisen who managed to become an all-system grandmaster, but he barely touched the edge of becoming a super strong master. This is already the limit of a genius among geniuses. If others had this kind of talent and focused on just one system of magic, they would have probably broken through the heavenly ranks and become a half-god level existence long ago." The high priest said disdainfully.

  "That's right, that's right. Old man, aren't you speaking the truth?" Old Liu casually agreed with the High Priest's words, just about to ask if the old man recognized these characters, when suddenly a spark of inspiration struck him, and he asked incredulously: "What did you just say? Are there really Grandmasters in human society?"

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