As he entered the training room, Natsuki couldn't help but become nervous, for he would finally be able to do the one thing he wanted to for the longest time:
Cultivate and gain power for himself
Though he wanted to, for the longest time, be able to fly in the sky and defeat evil villains for the sake of justice, he always thought that it was just childhood fantasies and nothing more.
It was only after he came here that he would be able to materialise these childhood desires
Not to mention being able to protect himself from nasty predators and to get himself a girl (preferably the goth chicken he saw roll her eyes outside, hehehe...)
Shaking his head, he focused back on old man Knoxis, who stood stoic, before him, lying a nice pile of cultivation manuals, to potions that glimmered in the bright starlight (he didn't know how, but they had managed to get a small star for the training room – damn their thick assets!), to all the way to artifacts (which included those overpowered systems that are usually given to those get isekaid into other worlds – damn Scaramond for taking this away from him!).
"Pick one, for using more than one path, or 'cheat', would make the wielder burst apart, just like those party pinãtas you usually break in birthdays, except instead of chocolates, you would have blood and organs raining down on you. No, I'm not joking, we've actually had these cases happen here before, and they are not for the quesy. Don't believe me, try going to the Library of Tharandon at the Last Knight Street. Trust me when I say that you should not look with a full stomach..."
Chuckling near the end, Knoxis turned his attention to the back, intending to rummage through his storage trunk to see what else he had left. Though Natsuki wanted to cultivate, for some very odd reason, he felt that none of them seemed to fit him. Every time he looked at them, he felt an innate sense of repulsion, just like the time he was forced to look at the videos of his second childhood friend having sex with the manager of the top idol agency to achieve popularity. Sighing in disappointment, he turned his attention to Knoxis, wanting to tell him that he did not want to choose any of them, when all of a sudden, he felt his gaze linger towards a dusty, crumpled book.
It was at that moment that Natsuki had the burning urge to pick it up and open it, to vacuum everything that lay inside its yellowed pages. Ouncing every sense of willpower he had, he turned his sweating head towards Knoxis and asked him about that book. "Hey, old man. C-can I have that b-book...?"
"What book?"
Turning, he was met with the sweating face of Natsuki, who looked like he needed to use the bathroom really badly. Wondering what he was talking about, Knoxis turned to the direction where the wayward man was looking, only to have his pupils shrink in shock.
There, lying all alone, was the Codex of Transformations, the last remaining memento he had of the once mighty Bureau Of Paranormalities
H-how did it get here! I thought I locked it up–
Wait, unless...
With great trepidation, he handed the book to Natsuki, who was still too constipated to notice the agitated hands of Knoxis. Using the last remaining vestiges of sanity he had left, he slowly turned the book open, when a bright flash of light swallowed him.