Apocalypse Gachapon

Ye Zhongming himself also discovered the benefits of the Great Thousand Soul Refining Art.

Logically speaking, this kind of dry theory that he had never encountered before would be very difficult to memorize, even if he just wanted to commit it to memory.

Memorizing a few ancient poems, memorizing a classical Chinese text, or memorizing a high-energy physics paper were completely different things.

Initially, Ye Zhongming only planned to learn some relevant intermediate theories. He prepared to stay here for half a day and read two or three books.

But, unexpectedly, he found that he could understand quite easily during the reading process. After one read-through, although he couldn’t recite everything word for word, he had basically mastered the knowledge mentioned in the book; all he lacked was practice.

This discovery surprised him.

After thinking about it, he could only attribute it to the great advantage in mental power.

Before coming here, Ye Zhongming had intended to memorize several books. Why choose the Equipment District? Besides his own needs, he had another idea: to transmit these things of the cosmic races back to Earth. Strictly speaking, the manufacturing knowledge of the cosmic races was more suitable for someone like Le Dayuan to learn, not an ‘untrained’ person like him.

After re-reading the first book, Ye Zhongming confirmed that he had completely memorized it and then started reading the second book. After that, he repeated the process of reading, understanding, and memorizing.

Since the intermediate theories were not as difficult to digest as he had imagined, Ye Zhongming simply decided to read more, striving to make the knowledge system transmitted back to Earth more complete in the future.

It wasn’t until he started reading advanced theories that he felt somewhat uncomfortable, but it was only relative. After all, he hadn’t memorized the intermediate theories by rote; he could understand almost all of them.

So silently, Ye Zhongming stayed in the Manufacturing District for almost a full day before closing the reading light screen.

He knew that his theoretical learning here had to come to a temporary end. During this period, he had read over twenty intermediate theory books and nine advanced theory books. The last two were very profound, and he didn’t completely understand them either; he could only memorize them first and slowly understand them later when he had practical opportunities.

He stood up and stretched, moving his body a bit. Although his physique didn’t really require this, it was a habit retained from his student days before the apocalypse.

After finishing his drink, he stood up, ready to choose a new district. But just as he reached the door, he saw an old white-bearded grandfather looking at him with a smile.

Ye Zhongming was startled.

It was only because the other party wasn’t deliberately hiding; otherwise, Ye Zhongming wouldn’t have noticed him. Just from this, the Cloud Peak King knew he was a great expert.

Towards such people, Ye Zhongming had his own judgment: when looking at such a person, one would feel a sense of ‘intangibility’.

That feeling of being right in front of you, yet seemingly far away.

Ye Zhongming looked at the old Dean. The old Dean also looked at Ye Zhongming.

“Hmm, almost three thousand Furelai. But, it seems a bit unstable. Is it because of the ability to transform?” The old Dean’s muttered sentence made Ye Zhongming immediately realize that this person knew a lot about him.

“You are?”

Ye Zhongming asked very politely.

“I… have forgotten my name. But they call me the Dean. Oh, the old Dean. The old Dean of the Library Palace.”

The white-bearded old man laughed heartily, then walked past Ye Zhongming, gesturing for him to follow. The two of them returned to the room in the Manufacturing District.

“Sit. I came here because I want to talk with you.”

If it were anyone else, Ye Zhongming would have minded them wasting his precious five days of reading time. But this was the old Dean, who was completely different.

Ye Zhongming knew one thing: from the establishment of the Library Palace until now, the Dean of the Library Palace had only changed thirty times. That is to say, this person was the thirty-first Dean of the Library Palace.

This was a number that became frightening upon closer thought.

From the successful construction of the first survivor fortress until now, many, many years had passed. Every race had reproduced generation after generation. Except for extremely special races, like the Gurui Star Race, the lifespan of other races, even if powerful, was ultimately limited. This limitation weakens as strength increases, but it always exists.

The old Dean of the Library Palace was also a Tripedal person. This race wasn’t known for any particular expertise in lifespan. Over the course of many years, with only thirty changes, it meant that these successive Deans probably all lived for many years.

Although not absolute, this basically indicated that each Dean was a peerless expert.

This also matched the feeling Ye Zhongming had when he saw the old Dean in front of him.

What’s wrong with such a great expert wasting a little of your time!

“Jie Su, White Robe, Yisewei, you, He…”

The old Dean listed a series of names. The more Ye Zhongming listened, the more alarmed he became. These people were all those who fought alongside him on the Novice battlefield and had secretly become allies.

How did this person know so clearly? Who leaked the information?

The old Dean took one look at Ye Zhongming’s face and knew his guesses were all correct.

He originally truly didn’t know what these people had privately agreed upon. But he could guess what Jie Su, White Robe, and others were thinking from some clues. Combined with Zizi Kaba giving him the situation and video information from the Novice battlefield, the old Dean naturally thought that Ye Zhongming, whom Jie Su, White Robe, and others were trying their best to protect, must share their aspirations.

Now, seeing Ye Zhongming’s reaction confirmed it even more.

“How big of a chance do you think you have of achieving your goal?” The old Dean looked at Ye Zhongming and asked. After speaking, he thought for a moment and added, “Even if you can achieve your goal, how many years will it take?”

Ye Zhongming blinked, and the slight wariness he had just raised lowered again.

Judging by the tone, this old Dean didn’t seem to care much about their plan. Moreover, there was even a little bit of… support?

The old Dean just looked at Ye Zhongming, his eyes sharp. Ye Zhongming couldn’t brush him off easily, so he thought seriously and said, “If everything goes smoothly, it might still take ten or twenty years.”

The old Dean laughed heartily. “Ten or twenty years?”

“You are thinking too simply, child.”

Given the old Dean’s age, status, and even strength, he was completely qualified to call Ye Zhongming ‘child’.

“What you want to break is an inherent system with powerful inertia. In this process, any life or race that follows this system will become your enemy. Or to put it another way, all races will be your enemies.”

“Let me put it this way: even if you all become powerful, and the people following you, your forces, also become powerful enough to break through everything, at the very least, at the very least, you will need one hundred years!”