Path of Dragons - A LitRPG Apocalypse (BOOK TWO STUBBING AUGUST 15)

The crystalline leaf glittered in the faint light of Elijah’s treehouse, but he was no longer fascinated by the thing’s structure. It was just an information delivery device, little different from a book, and as such, he was far more interested in the knowledge it contained. Figuring out how to use the leaves had taken Elijah a few hours, and it was only when Nerthus stepped in to explain it that he’d managed to unlock the information stored within.

Looking back, Elijah should have figured it out on his own. The idea – to simply inject a bit of Ethera into the item, much as he would with one of his spells – wasn’t complicated. However, after returning from Ironshore, he was emotionally exhausted, and he’d let that affect his thought processes. Once Nerthus had stepped in, though, his mood improved, and he set about learning everything he could.

Like everything else in the new world, the leaves were tied to the system, and as such, they sent information directly into his mind, opening windows not unlike his notifications, that he could read at his own pace.

“I might have overdone it with the guides,” he muttered to himself, tossing the glittering leaf onto his bed and lying back. So far, he’d only made it through a single one, and even then, he hadn’t absorbed half the information he probably should have. Despite his experience with academia, Elijah had never enjoyed studying. He could do it, as evidenced by the degrees he’d earned, but it was always an exercise in frustration.

The first leaf he’d chosen to read was, predictably, the one dedicated to giving an overview of progression, and at the most basic level, he understood it well enough. Still, he looked at the page still hovering in his mind: