**Chapter 25: Forgetting Yesterday Once the Sun Rises**
In the Grand Library, Yonglan deftly made his way to the retrieval desk and began searching for his target.
As he entered his keywords, the holographic images of various texts appeared on the retrieval desk.
“Encyclopedia of Fiends, Secrets from Beyond, Chronicles of the Xuntian Dynasty, Record of Ancient Events, Tales of the Demonkin…”
Yonglan meticulously selected the information he wanted.
After gathering the printed materials, he took a seat by the window on the first floor of the Grand Library.
Yonglan wasn’t just boasting about wanting to kill the Mad Hunt Heaven; after witnessing that towering and terrifying entity, his mind was occupied with thoughts of how to defeat it.
The blessing bestowed by Shariel had already given him the key to victory; now it was time to put it into practice.
The very thought of battling Mad Hunt Heaven and slaying the opponent made Yonglan tremble with excitement.
Ah, the blood in my veins truly flows with a desire for battle and victory!
However, the so-called “King of Hram” hadn’t elaborated clearly, but that was fine—Yonglan would look up the information he didn’t understand in the Grand Library.
As for how to combat the fiendish phantoms, believe it or not, there were indeed numerous records.
During the era of the Xuntian Dynasty, the main adversaries humanity faced were the fiendish phantoms.
After all, the truly powerful otherworldly fiends had all been dealt with by the Primal King; those not exterminated were sealed away. Whether in the form of corpses or seals, the fiends that could descend into the mortal realm were fundamentally just phantoms.
Thus, mortals had both exorcised and even slain a considerable number of fiendish phantoms, leading to natural summaries of their methods.
In history, those heroes capable of banishing or slaying fiends were extensively documented in various records, whether true or false, which Yonglan found fascinating.
Aside from that, Yonglan also searched for information regarding the demonkin.
Shariel’s traits certainly resembled those of a demonkin, making it hard not to take notice.
Indeed, he uncovered some enlightening passages in the ancient texts:
“Hram… is that another name for the demonkin? No, it should be said that this is the true name of the demonkin before they were forged in the crucible.”
The racial history of this world is mainly divided into two eras: before the Primal King and after. All current mortals are essentially forms reshaped by the Primal King, fundamentally no longer the same species as the ancient ancestors.
The Primal King was also a legendary reformer, relying on the fiends he had slain as materials, mingling them with his own bloodline to drastically transform the surviving mortals.
“If that’s the case, aren’t all of us just mixed with fiendish elements? There’s hardly any essential difference from the demonkin, just various degrees of modification. Tsk, tsk… we’ve definitely taken a hit from poor ingredients.”
Yonglan shook his head repeatedly, finally understanding the cause and effect.
After a long session of distraction, it all boiled down to factional disputes and mutual criticism of their origins.
“Ding ding ding—”
Just as Yonglan contemplated the relevant content, his phone, resting on the table, rang, the crisp sound snapping him back to reality.
“It’s time.”
Although he was somewhat reluctant, Yonglan swiftly left the Grand Library.
He had to get to work.
Upon officially enrolling in Changxia Fortress Academy, Yonglan faced nearly no restrictions within the vast Holy Church Academy; he could choose classes freely, attend whenever he wanted, and leave as he pleased.
Facilities like the forge, meditation room, and alchemical platform were at his disposal, along with unlimited access to equipment and materials.
The information privileges in the Grand Library were completely unlocked, allowing Yonglan to effortlessly search for secrets from ancient times.
He even received a generous salary from the Pillar of the Holy each week.
Such lavish treatment inevitably required corresponding obligations.
Every few days, there would be a meeting arranged by the Pillar of the Holy, where he would connect with selected individuals to see if any of these interactions might lead to a closer relationship.
Having signed the work contract, Yonglan was committed to fulfilling his duties; he had no intention of going back on his promises and vows.
Not to mention, with such favorable treatment and conditions, he found it hard to resort to insincerity… and frankly, there was no need for insincerity, as the Pillar of the Holy had never made Yonglan feel wronged.
After professional and rigorous screenings, Yonglan’s dating candidates were of exceptionally high quality, consisting entirely of noble women from Changxia Fortress.
These included, but were not limited to, voluptuous and charming mature women, elegant and gentle young ladies with long black hair, and adorable, youthful silver-haired lolis…
There was no denying that these beautiful girls from this other world were indeed eye-catching.
The most crucial part was that they all fit Yonglan’s aesthetic perfectly, almost like they were made for his comfort zone—he could hardly resist the urge to embrace their Authority.
Sigh, I can’t believe I slipped up.
In just a few days, Yonglan changed his username from [Rebirth: I’m the Uncle at Changxia Fortress] to [Rebirth: I’m the Inflamed Transfer Student], and he planned to alter future IDs as circumstances required.
Arriving at the appointed location—a café’s backyard—he spotted a beautiful girl with long green hair.
She wore a pristine white off-shoulder dress that accentuated her delicate collarbone and long, shapely thighs. Her fair skin shone dazzlingly in the sunlight, and she wore light makeup with a gemstone earring nestled in her pointed ears, clearly indicating she had dressed with care.
Yonglan paused for a moment, but she had already spotted him and stood up, waving enthusiastically.
“Mr. Yonglan! Over here!”
As he approached, Yonglan pulled out his phone to verify the information and asked, “Are you Miss Maggie?”
“Ah, do you really have to ask my name? We’ve known each other for so long already…”
The green-haired beauty pouted playfully.
What do you mean “for so long”? Who are you? I barely know you!
As if she understood the expression on Yonglan’s face, Maggie sadly wrapped her arms around his, saying, “Mr. Yonglan, I sent you so many messages before, but you never replied. Have you forgotten about me?”
Yonglan pondered for a moment, took out his phone, and finally found Maggie under “Withdrawn Femme” in his contacts.
“Is that so? I don’t remember.”
He returned his phone to his pocket, speaking impassively, “Once the sun rises, I forget yesterday.”
Despite Yonglan’s blatant indifference, Maggie appeared unfazed and gazed at him dreamily, saying, “Hehe, that’s such a cool habit. It’s alright; even if we hadn’t been in touch, meeting you again must be fate.”
“Since that day, your shadow has filled my dreams.”
Even among the many “withdrawn femmes” Yonglan had encountered, Maggie was rather remarkable… though certainly not the most extraordinary.
There were countless others far more impressive than Maggie, leaving Yonglan in awe.
Sometimes, he even wondered if he had accidentally downloaded some hypnosis app.
