After a long day of ups and downs, everybody had retired inside a tent I had conjured and slept.

There was still the auction of the tier 3 Black Lizard carcass and its beast cub eggs back at Braco city. I wondered if Kyle would still accept the measly amount of money he was about to get or if he would even attend the auction.

I, however, didn’t care for sleep. Once I made sure that there were no dangers lurking around us, I entered the Magus stone’s world.

I wondered how big the stone’s world was or if it could even be completely explored by human means.

I also wondered if my 8th tier soul memory capacity would be enough for me to learn all the spells present inside the stone. The scrolls were endless, but my memory wasn’t.

I already felt like a god after what I’ve learned so far, but it felt like a drop in the cosmic ocean.

As I explored, I noticed an intermittent light in the distance. It seemed odd. I decided to investigate.

I pushed my soul to the limit, but it seemed I would never get there. I then used the teleportation spell with the little mana I had.

As I inched closer to the light, I discovered it was a glowing structure floating in space. It reminded me of the old palaces I used to see when I was still alive.

The front door was open. I invited myself in.

The front hall was empty except for an oversized painting of a three-eyed man wearing a blue attire. The man’s skin was as white as snow just like his eyes and long hair.

I studied the painting for a while and soon found it boring.

“Oh…you’re the current owner of the Ancient Codex in this universe, aren’t you?” A voice coming from behind me said.

Surprisingly, the voice didn’t surprise me. In fact, if the voice hadn’t come from behind me, I would’ve assumed that the man in the painting was talking to me.

I turned around and found something that looked like a white bird looking at me. It had three violet eyes, the same color as the Magus Stone.

“Who are you?” I asked.

With a hint of haughtiness, the bird said: “I’m the treasure spirit of the Ancient Codex. I’m the one who creates and compiles the spells and decides if they should be printed on a scroll and be stored in the codex or not.”

Overlooking all the shocking information, I got greedy and asked: “Do you have a spell that could give a body? Or a spell that can undo the seal on me?”

The bird looked at me intensely as if scanning my soul and then said:” Certainly, I have them both. In fact, they are already outside. Go look for them yourself. You’ll probably find them after a couple hundred years if you’re lucky.”

“No. I’m asking you for help.” I said.

With a disdainful glance, the white bird then said: “Why should I help you? We’re not friends…and you’re trespassing. Get out of my house…I have other things to do that are more important than you right now.”

I was so close from freedom, but this little prick was putting on airs and taking it away from me.

Maybe after a few punches, would it understand my pain.

“Oh? You want to resolve this with violence?...hehehe…let me tell you something…your soul should at least be of the 100th tier to match my strength.” The bird had read my thoughts.

Tier 100? What kind of concept was that?

I already thought that having a tier 8 soul was an accomplishment and nobody could match me even if I wasn’t a Magus God.

With no other solution in mind, I went on my knees and started begging my ass off: “Please your Excellency, have some pity and help this poor soul.” I wasn’t quite yet ready to see my only shot at freedom pass through my fingers just like that.

I could swear the smug expression on the white bird became more visible as I continued to beg.