As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Philomena had never expected to see such a scene, and her fingers instantly stayed in mid-air, motionless.

Her mind started thinking even faster.

Since entering the ancestral home, I have never seen a single footprint on the ground. Where did the fingerprints on the door handle come from?

This is the family's ancestral home, built directly in the belly of the mountain. Unless you have the means of long-distance magical teleportation like the descendants of the blasphemer Archibald, there is no way to get in by normal means.

The surrounding mountain walls showed no signs of damage at all, so how did the invaders break in?

Suddenly, Philomena became agitated. Could it be that the person who entered the ancestral house was actually a survivor in the Moron Valley?

In other words, his father's wife, descendants, and anyone else besides himself survived?

But why didn't the other party leave even a footprint?

In an instant, countless thoughts surged into Philomena's chest.

There are worries, joy, and even a little bit of fear, the fear that one's hopes will not be dashed.

"what happened?"

Ron's voice came from behind.

Because of Philomena's body blocking the view, Ron didn't see what was happening on the door handle.

Philomena's throat trembled slightly, and she immediately moved away. When Ron saw the fingerprints on the door handle, his brows instantly furrowed.

The fingerprint was not particularly clear, and there was even some dust on it, which only showed a not very obvious dent. Judging from the fingerprint alone, even if someone really entered the ancestral house, it should have been many years ago.

Like Philomena, Ron couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that Archibald had other descendants alive?

This shouldn't be the case. Even Archibald himself said that Philomena was the only daughter left alive in this world. How could there be others?

But if he was not a descendant of Archibald, who could appear in this ancestral home without completely destroying the mountain wall?

This strange situation made the two of them a little confused, but there was too little information at the moment. It was really difficult to determine any useful information based only on this fingerprint, so they had to give up in the end.

After calming down, Philomena finally stretched out her little hand and gently pressed on the wooden door.

Squeak.

An extremely hoarse voice entered the ears of the two people.

As dust spread, the wooden door was finally pushed open.

Looking at the shaking wooden door, Ron couldn't help but worry that it might collapse at any time.

Ron could see that Archibald had left a powerful magic circle in the ancestral home, which made everything in the home decay very slowly. But... after all, a thousand years had passed. Even if Archibald could reduce the decay rate to one tenth of the normal rate, it would still take more than a hundred years.

After all, this wooden door has almost reached its limit.

The study is also inlaid with a large number of top-quality magic stones. The light here is sufficient and soft, and it does not feel dim or dazzling.

The moment the door opened, Ron finally saw the scene inside the study clearly... Ron confirmed that this study was definitely the largest building in the entire old house.

The entire study is square in shape, about sixty meters long, forty meters wide, and more than thirty meters high.

In this definitely spacious space, solid wooden shelves are neatly arranged. The shelves are very high, almost touching the ceiling, and each shelf is filled with neatly and densely packed books.

At a glance, there are hundreds of such huge bookshelves.

Ron's lips trembled slightly. My goodness, this is not a study room at all, it's actually a library, and it's an extra-large one at that.

Ron was very sure that the largest library in the entire Dusk Continent was probably much inferior to Archibald's study. If it was just a simple decoration, it might not be an exaggeration.

I roughly estimated in my mind that there were no less than tens of thousands of books piled up in this study.

How many libraries did Archibald steal from a thousand years ago... well, he borrowed books. Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?

Ron was very sure that if this library were to be exposed, the books inside would definitely drive all the scholars in the entire Dusk Continent crazy.

Philomena naturally saw Ron's shocked expression, and felt even more embarrassed, with red cheeks. Even she felt that her father had gone too far. She didn't understand what the point of her father snatching back so many books was. Anyway, she seldom saw her father reading, and even if he could pick up a book occasionally, it would never last more than a quarter of an hour.

In my dad’s words, I may not read these books, but I cannot live without them.

She felt that she couldn't let Ron continue to think about this problem. If she continued like this, her father's remaining dignity would probably be lost.

With a pair of big eyes rolling around, Philomena soon found the target on a tall bookshelf. She breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately the book was not lost.

Immediately, with a wave of her hand, the book flew away from the top of the bookshelf and slowly fell into Philomena's palm.

After staring at the book for a few seconds and confirming that it was correct, Philomena turned around and handed the book to Ron: "Here, this is what you are looking for, the family history of the Andre family."

Taking the book, Ron could feel its heavy weight.

The book is very thick.

It’s about one foot thick, yes, it’s that exaggerated.

The weight of the book was even more astonishing. Holding it in his hand, Ron felt that it weighed at least 4 kilograms. It looked about the same size as an A paper.

Normally, the weight of an A4 paper or a one-foot thick book would be quite surprising, but it is impossible to be as exaggerated as more than kilograms. The reason why this book is like this is purely because the material used to bind the book is quite special.

Every page of Andre's family history is made of extremely thin and compressed gold.

That's right, gold.

Only gold can have such an exaggerated weight.

Ron couldn't help but be amazed. The Andre family was indeed extravagant. Using gold to bind the family history was something that most people couldn't do. Moreover, there must be more than one volume of this family history. With the size of the Andre family, Ron estimated that there must be at least dozens or even hundreds of volumes of this family history. In this way, that would be thousands or even tens of thousands of kilograms of gold.

Rich people are generous.

Perhaps, in the eyes of those in the Andre family, only gold can be worthy of the family's glory.

The cover of the book is simply a half-centimeter thick gold plate with no words printed on it, only a brightly blooming tulip.

Ron knew that tulips were the family flower of the Andre family.

Tulip patterns are engraved on the clothes and weapons of the Andre family members.

Holding the extremely heavy Andre Family History in one hand, Ron opened the cover with the other hand, and a row of words instantly caught Ron's eyes.

To be honest, in Ron's opinion, using gold to make family history is purely asking for trouble. Not to mention the wealth required to print such a book, nor the difficulty of printing text on gold. After all, gold is not paper, and it is not as convenient to write on it as white paper. It is better to say that it is impossible to write normally on it.

The words on every page of Andre's family history were not written but carved.

A page of gold paper can only have words engraved on one side.

The text carved on each page was extremely limited, which resulted in Ron flipping through the pages at an incredibly fast speed. Before long, Ron had already read through half of the family history book.

At the beginning of the family history, what is basically recorded is the origin of the Andre family.

The founder of the Andre family was named Regias Andre.

It was an old monster that had existed fifteen thousand years ago. This guy was an outlier among outliers. Fifteen thousand years ago, the Dusk tribe ruled the Dusk continent. At that time, the power of the Dusk Dynasty was extremely strong, and no one could shake the status of the Dusk tribe.

At this time, there was not even any legend of gods on the Dusk Continent, or rather, the Dusk people themselves were in the position of gods, and the Dusk King was the God-King believed in by all creatures of all races.

At that time, there were still many ferocious beasts in the Dusk Continent.

Giants, dragons, dragon tribes, elves, these races that dominate the direction of the Dusk Continent today, were only at the bottom of the food chain fifteen thousand years ago, and were delicious food in the eyes of many wild beasts and ferocious beasts.

It is thanks to the protection of the Dusk people and the Dusk Dynasty that these races have the opportunity to survive and develop on the Dusk Continent.

As for the gods?

Oh, that's ridiculous.

When there are gods right in front of us who are protecting the continuation of our race, why should we look for and believe in those illusory existences?

However, Regias's thinking is completely different from that of all other intelligent beings. He has great faith in the existence of gods. He enjoys the peace and stability brought by the Dusk people. He does not have to worry about being killed by a ferocious beast at his doorstep one day, swallowing him up in one gulp, and then returning to nature as feces.

But what he did every day was to pray to the sky in the most pious and humble manner, praying for the protection of heaven and the attention of God.

Perhaps it was Regias' piety that moved heaven, and one day he really received the blessing of God.

The gods gave him two powerful means.

The secret of longevity.

Space secrets.

He even received the purest angel's heart directly from God.

At that moment, Regias was filled with gratitude.

In the Andre family history, this scene was even clearly expressed in the form of a picture. In the picture, Regias was kneeling on the ground devoutly, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground, and his hips were raised in a high arc. That was the most submissive posture.

At that time, Regias didn't care about so many things. He just felt that his prayers for so many years were finally answered, and he fell into unprecedented madness and excitement.

However, God’s gift is not free.

In this world, everything has its price.

The price Regias had to pay for obtaining so many gifts was to become... the guardian of destiny.

From this moment on, Regias became the spokesperson for the Repairman on the Dusk Continent. He became the Repairman's eyes, watching the development of the world on behalf of the Repairman. When the trajectory of the world deviated, Regias had to shoulder the responsibility of returning the world line to normal.

Regias was transformed into a dog.

The repairman's most loyal lackey.

He always obeyed the repairman's arrangements, hid himself in a dark corner, and then looked at the world in front of him with a pair of cold eyes.

He saw the future in the repairman.

If any minor anomalies occur in the future, Regias will personally eliminate them.

If it is a problem that he cannot handle, Regias will inform the repairman, and the repairman will arrange other means to eliminate the anomalies in the Dusk Continent.