The Black Market [1]

Rubbing his eyes, Lucas released a tired sigh.

Piles of books were stacked in front of him on the table as he turned the page of yet another thick volume.

He had no idea how much time had passed since he took a shower and made his way to the library.

Each of these books was related to history, and he had already read dozens of them trying to find any connection with the Void or the ancient races.

Unfortunately, he hadn't been lucky in the slightest.

The most he had found were theories about unknown races from thousands of years ago, but nothing was confirmed since there wasn't any proof.

"At this rate, I won't even have to attend any history classes anymore," he muttered to himself, finally deciding to take a break.

He opened his phone only to see that it was already 2 a.m.

"Huh," he rubbed his eyes again, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him, but the time remained the same—2 a.m.

Eight hours had passed.