She took out a small notebook, but in essence, it contained limitless records.
The records document from the moment of her death to the world's shattering, and from when the world was stitched back together until now.
It wasn't merely a simple record; if Lucilia wished, it would seem as if the knowledge and the situation at the time would appear in her mind.
This was a kind of record that relied on memory.
"Indeed, your help has been immense," Lucilia expressed her gratitude.
"I'm just glad I could help you; it's like helping a mother. She is in such pain, and you are alleviating it."
As she spoke, another booklet appeared in her hand.
"Perhaps the record of mother's rebirth can continue to be written."
Lucilia looked at the records too.
The records began from when the world was reassembled.
They detailed some processes of world repair after the world was pieced together.
But it halted at the segment where the world's consciousness was yearning for death due to its pain.
