After Fraser discovered the blood potion, he started to move his hideout further into the ruin.

The sheer size of the ruin revealed itself in front of Fraser.

More and more buildings appeared on the intern map that the AI-Chip created.

After a day of continuous walking, Fraser reached the final part of the ruin.

It was a tower. A huge tower. Build with an unknown type of stone, ornaments and runes graced the walls, creating a mystical aura.

Someone within Fraser felt desolate. Like a melancholic maniac, Fraser stood there and simply watched the tower.

It felt as if Fraser watched a once glorious civilization coming down to its end.

His whole being screamed in sadness.

‘Why? Why do I feel so sad? I shouldn’t feel sad. This feeling… It is … what is this feeling?’

Tears seemed to pour out of his eyes.

The dripping liquid that came out of his eyes seemed to wake him up.

With an unknown amount of time needed, Fraser walked towards the tower and stepped into it.

Looking closer, the size of the tower was humongous. Sadly, the upper part of the tower seemed to be missing so the former size was unknown.

The first thing that awaited Fraser in the tower was a hall, dust filled the floor while giant stone boards filled with some paper seemed to stand around the hall.

They were huge, yet they looked tiny compared to the hall.

Random amounts of paper were thrown all around the floor, making it a huge mess. Wooden tables of different sizes caused the hall to look abandoned.

With a single command, his workers entered the hallway and started their search.

Two of his soldiers stood behind him like loyal guards.

After the workers scurried around the hall, they reported to Fraser.

There were a couple of residents in the hall, but most were small animals like rats, mice, insects, spiders and one of the workers even discovered a small group of bats.

The same race of bats in which Fraser once owned a baby of it. Yet it died while Fraser experimented on it.

Fraser tried to pick up one of the papers that were filled with unknown symbols.

Yet, the paper crumbled into dust.

Thankfully his AI-Chip stored the symbols.

So while his workers explored the tower, Fraser tried to pick up every single paper that he came across.

With only one outcome: They all turned into dust.

The only thing that remained from these papers was the unknown symbols stored within Fraser’s brain.

Time passed and some workers returned and reported to him.

It seemed that the tower had three floors that were above the ground and an unknown amount of floors under the floor, as the workers didn’t finish their exploring.

Glancing into the hall made Fraser feel the melancholic feeling once more, yet it didn’t have the intensity of the first glance.

One of the workers that walked in front of him, woke him from the emotion.

Normally, they would only report to him with his spirit, but since this one found something that seemed interesting it brought it back to Fraser.

It was a paper that didn’t crumble into dust. It was rather thick when Fraser touched it, so it was probably some kind of parchment or beast hide?

While Fraser scanned the parchment, he simultaneously walked towards the location where his worker found the parchment.

It was the library, shelf after shelf stood before him. Every shelf filled to the brim with books.

Weird symbols decorated different signs, some made out of material that seemed like wood, others out of material that seemed like stone or fabric.

Though the books that filled the shelves were made out of the same material as the parchment that he found.

Excitement filled Fraser.

He could actually open the books without turning them into dust.

In order to avoid any remaining traps, dangerous beings or anything else that might kill him, Fraser always used one of his centipede workers to scout and wander around him.

Thus creating a sensory net that would warn him of anything or anyone that would harm him.

Sadly, all of the books that Fraser scanned with the AI had no meaning to him whatsoever.

None of the squiggly lines made sense. Some of the runes seemed familiar, but nothing that the AI could decipher as a known language.

But Fraser didn’t lose hope, instead, he continued to scan every book shelve from the library.

More and more bookshelves were stored and analyzed in the AI-Chip that Fraser carried around in his head.

Although the language didn’t seem familiar to any known system he knew, Fraser still kept scanning the bookshelves.

Time passed and Fraser even needed to take trips out of the ruin to hunt for food.

These trips were made in a careful manner and soon Fraser’s count of servant soldiers reached Seven. He decided to leave one slot open for the centipede workers as they were useful for information gathering.

With the AI, Fraser was able to decipher more and more from the unknown squiggly lines that seemed to be the language of an unknown civilization.

More than once the books described animals, plants or history of the unknown civilization.

As most of these descriptions in the books were written next to illustrations, some plants or animals were actually still alive.

Thus, when Fraser finished scanning the library, he could actually describe the civilization that used and build the tower.

Surprisingly it wasn’t an unknown civilization.

They were Magi. The only difference was that not only the word Magi was used.

They called themselves Magi, as well as Adepts, Sorcerers, Wizards, Witches, Alchemists, Warlocks, Scholars and many more descriptions.

Apparently, there was a clear distinction of their abilities and were thus titles with their branch of magic.

With the highest logical translation, Fraser even got to know the purpose of the ruin:

An academy or a citadel for new blood.

A chill ran through Fraser’s bones as he imagined how the Magi civilization got destroyed.

‘How was it possible that they were destroyed? Is there still such a frightening force in the planes out there?’

According to the description of the deceased Magi civilization, they were experts in conquering different planes and waged war for resources, whether it was slaves, knowledge or materials.

Thus they conquered and conquered, with each plane they grew.

Not only that, the Magi had ranks. Not apprentice levels, but actual ranks between Magi.

Fraser never knew of such information before.

‘So, becoming a Magi isn’t the end? There are paths after Magi?’

He couldn’t imagine the power available to the ranks after Magus rank 1.

After all, he as an apprentice could already control humongous beasts the size of small houses.

Then, what could a Magus at the Rank 2 do? Or even Rank 3? Were they capable of wiping out entire countries or kingdoms?

Fraser always thought that it was exaggerated that Magi could wipe out entire kingdoms or empires, but after reading the books, he believed it.

After all, the information that Fraser could read due to the highest possible translation of his AI-Chip was extremely vast.

One of the books even described the way on how Fraser walked the path of a Magi.

But instead of the five apprentice Levels, they simply categorized in three acolytes levels.

Acolyte level one, spirit potential and the ability to control the spirit to a certain extent in order to use minor spell models. Acolyte level two, spell models and capability to use them. Acolyte level three, a major increase of spirit, proficient in spell models and close to the level of a Rank 1 Magus.