Pale blue knowledge

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.
"Is there magic in this world?"
Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No."
"But there are miracles."
"What are miracles?"
"A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit."
The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder."
"Magic!"
Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!"
"No."
His uncle said, "These are truly miracles."
Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

A rare magical miracle in the world

Bailuo shook his head helplessly and thought to himself that there truly were no shortcuts to the power of Miracle.


If there were, then you surely hadn't seen the cost.


"It seems we need to admonish them," Uncle suggested, "to measure their strengths and not rely too heavily on the power of treasures. Engage enemies only as strong as one's ability allows."


Bailuo accepted Uncle's advice: "I'll inform them about this when I return."


"The Treasury, is this the only level?"


Bailuo seemed to see another gate in the distance: "Over there..."


"That is the gate to the second level."


The senior sister said, "With my current strength, I can only open up to the fourth level."


Afterward, the two of them followed their senior sister down to the second, third, and fourth levels of the Treasury and discovered that the quantity of equipment was incomparable to the first level.


Chapter 123: Avalon Treasury (Vote for Recommendation, Monthly Ticket Please)_3