Chapter 12 The Conquest of Death 1,000 Times

"Scenery? What? You want to welsh on the bet?" Mo Tong instinctively looked around and shouted.

With his lung capacity, everyone nearby lifted their heads. It was impossible not to draw attention.

The next second, screams erupted, followed by various objects flying through the air, mixed with witchcraft missiles and the roar of revolvers...

"This pervert!"

"The pervert was peeking at us from the roof!"

"Beat him up!"

"How dare he peek into the Martial Dao Courtyard's women's restroom!"

"Oh no, I'm not! I'm not! I was making a bet, I am..." Mo Tong, on the wall, frantically tried to explain.

"Peeking at us as part of a bet? Sisters, beat him up!!"

A high-pitched voice yelled.

Swish swish swish swish swish! Boom boom boom boom boom!

The restroom instantly filled with colorful witchcraft and gunfire, accompanied by screams.

Clang! Plop!

Finally, something fell into the latrine. Old Wang felt a sense of relief.

Intelligence is a good thing; it's a pity children lack it.

Rolling waves, rolling waves, today's weather is really nice. Wonder what there is to eat tonight...

Due to the involvement of the Datura Empire and the headmaster's revitalization plan, the incident did not escalate. Old Wang's toilet-cleaning punishment was changed to cleaning the library. As for Junior Brother Mo Tong, he surely gained significant growth in his life's cultivation journey.

Old Wang is always a good person who helps others progress, no matter which world he's in.

Blue Blood Rose Library.

Whether in the League of Blades or the Nine Gods Empire, the reverence for knowledge is consistent, so libraries are well-maintained.

The Blue Blood Rose Library is particularly renowned. Not just in Aurora City, but even across the entire League of Blades, it ranks among the top ten. The building is shaped like a massive crater, dating back to the era of the Supreme Saint. Even during the most intense battles, its special status ensured it remained intact. When the Nine Gods' soul crystal cannons attacked, this area was spared, preserving much knowledge.

The library itself holds great significance. Legend has it that one of the Eight Sages, the Sage of Casting, left behind the secrets of space-time within this building.

With nearly a million books, the ground floor alone, dedicated to foundational categories, features towering ten-meter-high bookshelves encircling the hall in three rings. Hundreds of thousands of books are neatly packed onto these shelves, creating an ocean of knowledge.

This is the knowledge treasury of the League of Blades, a place revered by its people. They always believe in the Supreme Saint's famous saying—knowledge is power, and books are the legacy.

While not everyone here is deeply devout, maintaining silence and cleanliness is a basic requirement. Having Old Wang clean the library seemed more like giving him a way out. He took a cloth and symbolically wiped the air before quickly diving into reading.

The Blue Blood Rose Library has a strict hierarchy and over a hundred rules for usage. However, Old Wang's cleaning punishment essentially served as a special pass. While ordinary people could only wander the first floor, Old Wang had no trouble accessing higher levels. The entire library uses the pinnacle of casting techniques—the "Möbius Ring Space Principle." From the first to the ninth floor, everything is seamlessly connected. To move between floors, one needs both the right credentials to avoid Möbius rejection and the ability to recognize spatial layers.

Creating a Möbius would be a pipe dream for Old Wang given his current soul force and resources, but recognizing spatial layers is doable. Verifying the fundamentals of the world is what Old Wang currently needs.

Karida finally did something right.

For the past few days, Wang Feng spent all his time in the library, comparing the world's power and knowledge structures.

To achieve an unprecedented reverse transmigration, this is a long-term battle. First, he needed to understand the rules governing the world. At the moment, Old Wang sat on the ninth floor, smiling foolishly. From the fourth floor upward, there were hardly any people. After a cursory review, Old Wang felt a burning passion.

Damn, everything is under my control. I am the creator god!

Even if I can't go back, I can make Karida kneel and sing conquest. If I can fully utilize my abilities, that little brat Supreme Saint is only fit to carry my shoes. Here, I can... do whatever I want!

Thinking about the inexplicable beatings he endured, he sneered.

It took him ten years to conquer "Yujitian," dying nearly a thousand times in the process...

...

Rune Academy follows an elite teaching approach. With few students, the curriculum is relatively limited, focusing on memorization and practice, which is indeed the most tedious and demanding profession.

There were only three of them, and one often skipped class. Today, they were all present: Yin Fu, Mo Tong, and Old Wang.

Mo Tong's face still bore bruises. Despite his recovery abilities, he hadn't fully healed yet. When he saw Old Wang entering the classroom, the veins on his forehead visibly bulged, but he managed to restrain himself.

Wang Feng smiled warmly, pleased that his junior brother was finally showing some manners.

Although the Eight Legions and the League of Blades have maintained an alliance, it primarily involves military cooperation. As humanity grows stronger, the Datura Empire clearly intends to change its isolationist stance and participate more deeply in human affairs, even those involving sea races. The upper echelons have their plans, and civilian interactions are also necessary. This invitation from Karida aligns with the Datura Empire's needs.

In essence, it's all about interests.

Creating a positive image is essential. The incident with Mo Tong peeking into the women's restroom was suppressed, and everyone was silenced. Neither the Holy Light nor the Holy Road newspapers reported it, showing they understood the gravity. Likely, the Datura Empire also intervened, as Karida alone wouldn't have sufficed.

Mo Tong was reprimanded by the Datura Empire's envoy in Aurora City. Though he didn't fully grasp the reasoning, he knew the seriousness of the situation and had to behave.

Mo Tong's lips twitched as he turned away, pretending to ignore Old Wang.

"Hi, Junior Sister Yin Fu, Junior Brother Mo Tong," Old Wang greeted them enthusiastically: "How are you? A day without seeing you feels like three autumns!"