The information flooded into Leon's mind—not just simple vocabulary, but the complete, intricate history of this world, or more accurately, this secret realm.

But it was presented as raw data or disconnected facts.

This is... incredible.

The treasure device had done its job perfectly. The information was interwoven in such an elegant way that his own native language and completely new, alien terms all seamlessly made sense to him simultaneously. Grammar structures, cultural context, idioms, and historical references—everything clicked into place like puzzle pieces finding their natural positions.

The absorption of this book's complete knowledge took only a couple of seconds for Leon, thanks to his exceptionally large mental capacity stat from his Divinordial transformation.

My enhanced mind is processing this at incredible speed.

Everything happened smoothly, without the headache or disorientation he'd half-expected.

Leon felt confident he could now hold more than basic conversations fluently and smoothly. It was definitely enough to get by and communicate complex ideas.

This is exactly what I needed.

But he didn't stop there with just one book. He had explicit permission to examine the entire lowest shelf, after all.

Also, that first book had contained some genuinely weird and disturbing information, which left him quite curious and concerned.

I need to know more. Much more.

Apparently, he was not the first outsider to ever arrive in this realm. There had been many others who had come here from that world—the material plane—entering this secret realm through similar portals. And there was a specific mention of them traveling back and forth freely during a certain historical period.

So there's definitely a way back. That's crucial information.

This left Leon genuinely curious about what catastrophic event had happened to change everything.

Why is the city where that portal was located now completely empty and abandoned? And who were those two little souls—Ivy and Mars—wandering that dead place?

Leon quickly removed the first book from its magical casing and immediately went to the next volume on the shelf, then the next, then the next—systematically working through every single book on the entire lower shelf section.

He finished them all methodically.

Done.

Not once during this entire process had he actually opened a single book physically and looked inside with his eyes.

SHIMMER! FLOW! ABSORB! SHIMMER! FLOW! ABSORB!

The translation casing did all the work, extracting and transferring the linguistic and historical knowledge directly into his consciousness.

Ira, standing beside him the entire time and watching this bizarre process, was increasingly confused about what he was even doing.

Aunt Vyrra told him he could look at the books. But he's not reading them? He just touches them with that strange box and moves on. What is he even trying to do?

She was genuinely perplexed. Not once had he opened even a single volume to actually read the pages.

Leon finally finished the last book and took a deep breath, processing everything.

That was a lot to digest all at once. An entire civilization's history absorbed in minutes.

But his extremely high mental stat came through for him—he fully understood the tragic history of this realm now. He knew who those two souls were and how they'd come to exist in that liminal state. He understood why the sun was gradually descending closer to the surface, threatening to eventually incinerate everything.

An entire city had to sacrifice its souls to save its world from that greedy dragon and keep the gates of this secret realm sealed—protecting their own world outside and these strange red people who possessed power beyond anything the material world had ever witnessed.

But knowing all this disturbing information didn't excite Leon—quite the opposite, actually.

I'm realizing now just how deep the trouble I'm in really is. This place is going to meet its eventual end. Slowly but inevitably.

However, one particular thing that absolutely pissed him off was discovering that the seal on that red portal was specifically supposed to prevent people from entering this dying realm.

So why the hell did that stupid seal actually suck me in instead of keeping me out?!

Leon knew with bitter certainty that his Primordial Mark of Fate had something significant to do with it.

It's trying to manipulate and destroy me once again. Forcing me into dangerous situations. I hate this thing so much.

Leaving aside the overwhelming historical information—which contained far too much detail to fully process right now since he had to deal with his immediate situation—nothing he'd learned justified the Vice Chief's violent actions toward him.

Even knowing the context, trying to kill me was wrong.

The Pyrrhan language had become a natural part of himself now, as if he'd been speaking it for as long as he'd spoken his native tongue. It was a genuinely weird feeling, but it seemed the device was creating some kind of neurological connection between his base language processing and imitating that familiarity artificially.

The translation isn't just words—it's understanding. Context. Emotion. Everything.

Leon didn't delve too deeply into analyzing the mechanism. He just accepted it worked.

He turned to look at Ira, who was still watching him with visible curiosity and confusion.

Leon said quite nonchalantly, speaking in perfect Pyrrhan with sophisticated grammar:

"Ira, I have finished examining these texts. Let us proceed to speak with Archon Vyrra and ascertain what explanation she offers for this entire situation."

His word choice was formal, almost aristocratic—the language of educated scholars rather than common speech, a result of his knowledge being derived from those historical texts.

Ira nearly shrieked loudly in shock, but managed to control herself at the last second, remembering her terrifying aunt was close enough to hear.

GASP!

She couldn't help but physically jump in surprise anyway, her eyes going impossibly wide.

What?! He's speaking—?!

Her mind almost went completely blank for a moment. Out of absolutely nowhere, he'd spoken words she understood perfectly—and more than that, his speaking was notably better than her own in her native language!

His vocabulary choices are more complex and refined than mine. How is that possible?!

What had just happened? She knew somehow he could now speak her language fluently.

That box. That magical device. It taught him in minutes.

And also, the casual way he'd spoken about her scary, powerful aunt—as if Vyrra was somehow in trouble or needed to answer for something—sounded absolutely crazy to Ira's ears.

Is he insane? You don't talk about Archon Vyrra like that!

But then she vividly remembered how terrifyingly strong Leon had become at the end of that fight—strong enough to dominate one of their best warriors and face down even her father without fear.

Maybe he can talk that way. Maybe he's earned it.

It gave her chills thinking about his power.

Feeling quite weird about this sudden change but trying to be helpful, she replied somewhat awkwardly:

"Okay. Let us go to the Archon, then."

It felt genuinely strange to suddenly be able to talk with him properly like this.

In her mind, she kept thinking about that weird magical device which had encased every book. She felt absolutely certain that the artifact had somehow made him learn their entire language.

The way he speaks is too exquisite and refined—like the formal language used in those ancient texts I've read before.

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