Fatty Xu and Agravain never expected that they had come searching for treasure, only to find a library instead.
This was a symbol of civilization.
A blazing, scorching light burst forth from Agravainâs eyes.
âThese... these are priceless treasures!â
To ordinary eyes, these books would only interest researchers.
But Agravain was different. Hailing from a prestigious institution of higher learning, she immediately recognized the value of these books.
Because right here, the entire lost civilizationâs entire culture might be recorded!
If they could take them away and decipher their contents, it would bring an enormous leap forward in human societyâs understanding of the ancient civilization!
Fatty Xu scratched his head, a hint of disappointment sinking in his heart.
He wasnât interested in this stuff at all. He just wanted to find the boss as fast as possible and hide behind him.
But just then, a rumbling âboom-boom-boomâ sound suddenly echoed before them.
Something enormous was emerging from behind the Mountain of Books.
Agravainâs pupils violently constricted. She immediately drew the longsword from her waist. Fatty Xu also raised his wrist, aiming his hand cannon forward.
The next moment, they saw an old man in a long robe with flowing white hair stand up from behind the Mountain of Books.
His figure was somewhat stooped. He wore a pair of emerald-green monocles and was holding a thick book in his hands, absorbed in reading something.
The appearance of the two little figures hadnât even caught his attention.
But Fatty Xu, tense with nerves, accidentally pulled the trigger on his hand cannon.
âBoom!!â
A flash of light streaked forward as the hand cannon fired. Agravainâs face twisted in shock.
The old man was startled. His massive body crashed to the ground with a thunderous thud.
âWhy... why did you attack him?â
Agravain said, her voice trembling with fear.
âWhat if heâs some powerful existence from the Tri-Eyed Clan? Weâd be doomed!â
Fatty Xu stammered, âI... I just fired on instinct, I swear.â
A deep, rumbling voice echoed in their ears.
âOh, whatâs going on here?â
The white-haired old man scrambled up from the ground. A huge hole had been blasted straight through the book in his hands, making him heartbroken with distress.
âThis was a book from three hundred years ago!â
After getting up, the old manâs gaze locked onto Fatty Xu and Agravain on the ground.
âHmm? Are these... Imitation Humans?â
Fatty Xu and Agravainâs faces had both turned pale. They exchanged desperate, hopeful glances at each other.
Both of them were extremely weak in combat. Each had assumed the other was a powerhouse, so they desperately hoped the other would step up to face the enemy.
The white-haired old man, the most knowledgeable Grand Scholar in all of Nasha, now looked at them with eyes full of curiosity.
âCould it be... what the books say is true? That the world above the dome is ruled by Imitation Humans?â
He thought for a moment, then switched to another language in a series of gibberish-sounding syllables.
It was the language of the humans from the underground world, similar to the ancient tongue of the Snowy Plateau Region.
Through their Smart Systems, the two finally understood what the old man meant.
Seeing that the old man meant them no harm, their hearts calmed down a little.
The Grand Scholar looked at them, his eyes filled with the curiosity of someone who had discovered a precious treasure, without any hint of malice.
âHeh heh, donât be nervous. I wonât hurt you.â
âBy the way, did you two come from the outside world? Because you donât look like the Imitation Humans here.â
In the Grand Scholarâs words, he called humans âImitation Humans.â
Agravain felt a little uneasy hearing that.
She asked, âYou call us Imitation Humans... so what are you, then?â
The Grand Scholar sat down slowly on the ground, like a mountain, looking at them with a gentle smile.
âWe are, of course, humans!â
Agravain was stunned, her jaw practically on the floor. Since the Grand Scholar was using the ancient dialect of the Snowy Plateau Regionâs indigenous people, the definition of âhumanâ shouldnât be any different.
âYou... you call yourselves humans too?â
The Grand Scholar looked somewhat surprised. âOh? Do you also call yourselves humans?â
âHmm, thatâs rather interesting. Just like the historical records say. It seems we really might share the same ancestors.â
âAfter all, looking at our appearances, we are both similar primates.â
âInitially, it was precisely for this reason that we started calling you âImitation Humans.ââ
Seeing the old manâs scholarly, academic demeanor, the two guessed that he was probably not a combatant. Only then did they truly let their guard down.
They were also incredibly curious about Nasha. They wanted to know where this kingdom came from and why it resembled humans so closely.
Since they had nowhere else to go for now, the two simply grabbed a book, sat down, and started chatting with the Grand Scholar.
The Grand Scholar was also more than happy to exchange ideas with them.
The native humans of Nasha had long since become livestock; they had no value for research.
But these humans from the outside world possessed knowledge he knew nothing about.
âHave you all lived here your whole lives? How long is your history? Why live underground when the outside world is so vast?â
Agravain had many questions.
The Grand Scholar chuckled. âOur history is extremely ancient, but there were also gaps caused by wars in between. The clearly recorded historical years stretch back over thirteen thousand years. If you include myths and legends, it might be several hundred thousand years, hahaha! But those are all unverified and canât be taken seriously.â
âAs for why we live underground...â He furrowed his brow. âYou call this place âunderground,â donât you? But thatâs strange. We consider ourselves to be living on the surface world.â
He pointed at his feet. âThe real underground is the abyss, something humans can never reach.â
âOh, so you came from above, right?â
He pointed at the sky again, his eyes burning with intense curiosity.
âIâve also wondered before why we canât go up into the sky. But human technology just isnât advanced enough to reach that level.â
âLegend has it that there is only one way to reach the upper realm: ascension!â
âSo in our ancient times, there were many powerful martial artists who could acquire great strength through cultivation. They say that, long, long ago, someone once ascended to the upper realm.â
Fatty Xu was stunned, speechless.
âThat... that âascensionâ youâre talking about... means coming to our world?â
The Grand Scholar spread his hands.
âI used to think this was just a joke. Because the human physique simply isnât suited for surviving in that kind of environment.â
âBesides, people live inside houses, not on the outside of them, right?â
âAccording to our ancestors, the place we live on is a giant sphere of dirt. Itâs like a house. The soil on the outside is our wall, protecting us from the dangers outside.â
âBut wouldnât that just be moss growing on the wall?â
Agravain was utterly shocked after hearing this argument. For a moment, she couldnât think of a single counter-argument.
Born into an environment of sunlight and open air, she instinctively believed that humans should live on the surface.
But wasnât the underground world actually far larger and better at warding off threats from the cosmos?