Skill: Investigator

I thought about the riddle for a while longer until a plausible answer came to mind.

"I believe I know the answer."

The doorman looked at me for a moment and then spoke.

"Go ahead."

"Something that belongs to you, but everyone uses… the answer is 'name.'"

He looked at me coldly, and the pressure of the magic circle increased as if it would eliminate me at that moment, with a slight bloodlust.

However, it vanished as quickly as it came, and a white aura covered me.

[Your level has increased by +1.]

"You've passed; you may enter the library. Someone inside will collect the book you're here to deposit."

I bowed slightly.

"Thank you."

He simply smiled, and I entered.

But as soon as I stepped in, something felt off. A different sensation of mana enveloped me, and I noticed a slight spatial distortion. It was so subtle that it was barely perceptible, likely due to my race's sensitivity to energy and the blessings I had received that allowed me to detect it faintly.