There were no titles on the covers of those dark volumes, and the information inside wouldn't appear until he opened them and flipped through their pages one by one.
Which meant he had no choice but to go through them all if he wanted to find what he was looking for.
But no matter how many books he opened, every single one spoke of the same subject.
After hours upon hours of nonstop reading, Frey finally slammed a book shut and shouted in frustration:
"What's with all this damned teleportation and space manipulation?!"
Even after spending so much time searching...
It was always the same subject, over and over again.
Frey tried changing floors, hoping to escape it, but no matter where he went, he found himself facing the same thing.
On the first floor…
The tenth floor…
The fiftieth floor…
The knowledge about teleportation kept showing up wherever he went, almost as if someone was deliberately toying with him.
