I Refused To Be Reincarnated

Chapter 675: Untold Story

Chapter 675: Untold StoryAdam ignored the many spells and mana-gathering techniques, including Pablo’s, to focus on the archipelago’s knowledge.

But a frown rapidly formed between his brows. It first appeared fifteen thousand years ago, led by a mysterious supreme sorcerer, unnamed and undescribed in the book, and subdivided into noble clans—nothing he didn’t know or guessed.

’Come on, at least tell me about the leader’s affinity.’ With a grumble, he browsed the only interesting part: the clans.

Like orders but knowledge encompassing several elements, they supervised their youths’ magical growth and ensured they abided by the archipelago’s rules.

However, even that bit of general knowledge felt too little, too general. Did he waste his trip?

’Something isn’t right...’ More than a feeling, it was demonstrable with the few clues he had gotten from Bill and the current leader, not to mention the room’s protections. Pablo’s technique didn’t warrant them, meaning something must be hidden. And he would find what.

"Step back." He gripped Noah’s shoulder and pulled him behind him.

Qi engulfed his middle finger, causing space to wave harmoniously like a pond. These unassuming vibrations spread to the ground and walls before vanishing. But that’s where the scouting technique derived by Lulu became interesting.

With a flick of his finger, the waves grew chaotic. Like waves, they crashed everywhere, bypassing surfaces to create a live map in his mind. It worked like his sonar spell but was much faster and precise, not to mention that the map automatically formed, making hidden rooms and traps utterly ineffective against him.

And as expected, he licked his lips a split second later as a buried stack of documents three meters deeper appeared on his map. Surely, that’s what Pablo had tried to protect, not those useless shelves.

As he raised his fist to uncover them, Noah’s voice resounded.

The order leader clenched his jaw and pointed at the qi coating Adam’s fist. But instead of the accusatory tone he wanted to use, his voice came out low and in confused stutters. "A-A cultivator? I-I clearly saw you use mana..."

Adam’s eyes darted between Noah and the ground before he smirked. "What if I’m both?"

"Impossible!" Noah’s voice rose an octave. "Cultivators and mages have tried to tread both paths for millennia. None ever succeeded! Just what are you?"

Before Adam could even answer, theories hustled into his mind. Did he escape from an isolated re