"Wow… quite a complex world I would say," Liam muttered under his breath, as he closed the last of the books he bought.
He had spent the last few hours poring over every single one the books, with his Perfect Memory storing every word, every sketch, every detail.
But even with his eidetic recall, his mind still reeled from the amount of information it had just received. The more he read, the more he realized that this world wasn't just vast—it was volatile.
A gunpowder keg. A storm waiting for the smallest spark.
Blackstone City itself, where he currently is, was nothing more than a small dot in the grand scheme of things.
According to the records, it was considered one of the "border cities," pressed up against the Thousand Mist Forest, a place crawling with beasts of unimaginable strength.
Its population of one million would have been considered enormous by Earth's standards, but here? It was small. Very small.
