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"Like what to eat and what to avoid, and all do and don't. "Really?" "Hmm" "Then I too need that book." "Sure." 'Until then, we can purchase an ebook and go through it.', Rex suggested. 'Agree. Whenever she will be sleeping, we will read those ebooks.' 'Yep! That's a perfect idea.' *****

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

Because it would be bad if anyone knew about my actual identity. I took the stairs to get to the second floor, located quite high from the ground floor. The lower level contains a collection of fiction books, magazines, and foreign language lessons. At first, I was surprised to see this world also had novels and comics, as in the world I came from. With the nearly same quality, I quite enjoyed some of it. Meanwhile, I headed to the second level, containing the books of non-fiction, science, biography, and history. This section was I frequently visited.

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Slowly, carefully, he lifted the book from its pedestal. “Got it," he whispered triumphantly. The eBook felt historical, its cover worn but still vibrant with problematic designs. He opened it to the first page, eyes scanning swiftly. The text changed into written in an antique dialect, but Michael had studied enough to apprehend the gist. This e book held secrets and techniques, powerful ones that might exchange the whole thing.

“I want to sneak out, too!” “Since when did you become so daring?” I question, making sure I have everything with me. “You’re a good influence on me,” she laughs, before pulling up the sheets. “I’m going to dream about hot springs tonight.” Turning off the lights, I slip out after a few minutes. The patrols haven’t started yet so I make it to the bridge leading to the Level Two island. I’ve only been on the Level Two island a handful of times and never for long. The topography is vastly different from what I’m used to, the air dryer for some reason, the ground smoother and sandier almost.

We do have something in common. “Hey,” I greeted casually, startling him in the process. He quickly closed his book as I walked into the room, closed the door behind me and moved towards him. “Hi," he mumbled shyly. “…sorry, I didn't hear you come in.” He explained nervously, lowering his face, and my hands itched to grab his chin and lift his gaze to mine once again. “No need to apologize, you were engrossed in your book.” I responded, watching him intently. “ You love reading. “ I observed as he clutched the novel in his hands.

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

And once I found it, wounded and weak, its eyes already changing colours and life almost draining out of it, my heart had clenched. And so I crouched low to its level, brushed my fingers over it and with much gentleness, I carried it to my hands like it were some child before I walked over to a low pavement I could climb. I laid him down gently and then sat beside it before I opened the book in my hands to read. It was titled, “SPELLS AND CHANTS.” As one of my best books, I never stopped reading it and to my younger self, it felt very useful, although many thought of it as fiction.

I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.