Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 757- Gamble part 1
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 897 - Another Mortal God?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 756- Trapped
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 776: Astral Winds
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 205 - I'm In A Hurry
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.06 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 073: The Immortal’s Rage
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 161: Bizarre Death
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 929: Sleepy Time
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 413.2: The Sound of Pouring Rain Doesn't Stop - Part 2
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 249.1: Surrender, I'll Take You to the Orgy Tonight (1)
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 001.2: Memories Finally Awakened, Part 2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 755- Arena
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 896 - Make Them Choose Peace
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 754.5- Another way of control part 2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 775: Reformation (2)
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.05 - Northern District's Haze
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 204 - Raid The Dungeon A Few More Times; I Will Give You A Discount
Shendu Archaeological Institute of Cultural Relics.
Lin Jie slowly modulated aether to scrape the bloodstains and dirt caking the cover of the notebook that had formed a ‘shell.’
He wasn't used to utilizing such aether; he was still an ordinary person after all and didn't have many opportunities to use it.
Lin Jie just constantly accumulated aether during his time in the dream realm when asleep. Like a chipmunk with its acorn stash, this provided him with a rather inexplicable sense of security.
The 'shell' gradually started to chip from the 'chiseling' of the formless aether, and tiny bits fell all over the countertop.
At the bottom left corner of the journal's cover, some words previously hidden by the dirt started to take shape.
Fwoo.
Lin Jie blew away the clippings on the table, revealing a 'fresh' journal.
Despite passing hands from the Lower District smuggler to Theodore, not a previous custodian of the journal had thought to scrape off the filthy 'shell' of the notebook.
An inherent lack of time was a possibility, though it could also be because they thought it unnecessary.
Of course, they could have been unwilling to attempt it as they lacked the skill set.
Usually, the restoration of ancient relics ought to be done with the usage of specific tools. However, Lin Jie was neither at home nor at school, and the only usable tool he had at his disposable was a screwdriver... which definitely shouldn't be used on such a delicate book.
As such, Lin Jie could only rely on the accumulated aetheric energy that he himself had nearly forgotten as a substitute for the professional tools required to clean the journal up.
And looking at the results, the process had gone smoothly.
"Shendu Archaeological Institute of Cultural Relics... It's indeed this institution that gives participants of their archeology seminars journals as souvenirs.”
It finally dawned on Lin Jie why the book appeared so familiar.
Because he himself owned a notebook of the exact same design, complete with the complementary fountain pe
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