A Terrifying List of Materials

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'What's this thing?' Apollo wondered before extracting it from his inventory. If not for the fact that he could sense the general material of most of the items inside his inventory, Apollo would have thought this rectangular piece of papyrus was insignificant, possibly even soot!

After all, that was the color of it. The sensation of it was its only saving grace. It gave off a mystifying aura that Apollo couldn't quite understand.

However, once the grayish-black papyrus fell into his hand, Apollo's expression changed. Because, it wasn't the texture he expected.

It was smooth to the touch despite its coarse appearance. In fact, Apollo had never touched something so comfortable to date. To be etched on such a sublime piece of papyrus meant that the information on it had to be important.

On the other hand, Fuhrer smiled as the papyrus appeared in Apollo's hand. "You've finally found that thing."