The time for learning began, and only endless knowledge could drive away the endless loneliness here. A young human and a floating skull were the only vibrant things in this world. They would "sit" together every day, endlessly discussing various topics.

Lynch's mind was very active, like an erupting volcano, constantly bursting with new ideas. He persistently asked the decryptor about various questions, absorbing the knowledge like a sponge. He had astonishing comprehension and memory, able to forcibly memorize even the most obscure knowledge. The decryptor would say, "This guy is not just a dry deep pool accumulating water; he's like a millstone crushing questions. Even the hardest nutshells will offer the fruit of knowledge after repeated chewing and crushing."

The Demigod Lich was like a treasure, encompassing almost all aspects of this world in his knowledge. Whether it was about the secrets of the gods or the passions and desires of mortals, the decryptor could always provide sufficient insights. However, it never stated the answers directly, merely offering hints. The Demigod Lich always said, "I'm not a library; I'm just an index of books."

If he weren't imprisoned in this strange world, Lynch might have been very content with his current life. There were no other things to interfere with this teaching activity, and the constantly changing spatial backdrop was simply perfect teaching material. Here, not only were there records in language and text, but the thoughts in the Demigod Lich's mind could also be completely visualized. Lynch saw the panoramic view of the Outer Plane, learned the origin and composition of Divine Power, and understood how magic circulates in this world. However, there was one thing he never forgot, and that was the six-month deadline predicted by the Demigod Lich.

It was often seen that Lynch would sit quietly on the ground, close his eyes, hold his breath, and concentrate his will on creating an exit. He continuously hinted and persuaded himself, believing that the exit to this world was right before him, merely veiled by the fog of scenery. During these times, the Demigod Lich would quietly float beside him, saying nothing, just watching Lynch's actions with eyes like yellow gemstones.

There was an expression of pity and helplessness in those eyes.

The Mage was like a marble statue, expressionless, motionless. The lines of his face seemed fixed with plaster, unable to change even in stormy weather. Sometimes he would be silent for a few minutes, but he felt as if he had experienced several months; at other times, he wouldn't eat or drink for three to five days, yet he thought only a blink of an eye had passed. Sometimes, he would be woken by a vague voice, which was the voice of the Demigod Lich, to prevent his "prison mate" from dying of hunger—an extremely ignominious death for a Mage. Only at such times would Lynch stand, striving to stretch his muscles, and judge the passage of time through the Demigod Lich's words and the degree of soreness in his body.

"How long can the Undead Magic Bead last at the Bronze Fortress?" Lynch would sometimes ask, and he asked often, as if he couldn't remember the answer. "I know that the Divine Artifact will ultimately fail."

The Demigod Lich was never annoyed and always responded in a calm voice: "When the Hell Lord or one of the Eight Demon Generals interferes with this matter, then it will fail. Nothing can oppose their will in Bator Hell."

"You said that nothing in the world is absolute, it's just that some 'relatives' are difficult to achieve," Lynch smiled and asked, "What weaknesses do those powerful beings of Hell have?"

"Haha, like everything in this world, they all have weaknesses. That is the rule, used to determine characteristics," the Demigod Lich said. "There is something that serves as the standard for differentiating everything, and that is the characteristic rule of this world. If you use a specialized term, it is called the 'True Name,' which you Mages use when summoning Devils. Of course, the True Names in magic are just what the Devils themselves expose; they deliberately reveal part of their weaknesses to obscure their strengths and power with such actions. Those strong beings may unconsciously sense the existence of True Names, but only a very small number of people truly recognize them."

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