Chapter 291: Everyone Is a Specialist on Alien Species

Less than half an hour passed.

The contents of the Spirit Tome were posted online by every nation, shared globally.

Rikui stared at the information, her lovely face filled with surprise.

The Spirit Tome contained data on their Vimu race, written clearly: a race created by Shuten-dōji, definitively proving the Vimu were created by Shuten-dōji.

Before this, the Vimu had been uncertain whether their creator was Shuten-dōji, since Cimu had never explicitly stated it—who knew if he meant someone else? Now it was undeniable.

"The Spirit Tome's Upper Volume… so there's a Lower Volume too? Maybe even a Middle Volume."

Rikui murmured.

The nations' online releases of the Spirit Tome all labeled it "Spirit Tome Upper Volume," clearly indicating other volumes existed.

Yet even just the Upper Volume cataloged 3,566 spirit races.

One could imagine how vast the spirit races were, countless as stars.

With so many races, the other worlds must be numerous too—Rikui was stunned.

As a Vimu who had once invaded other worlds, she understood other worlds better than anyone, yet she never imagined there would be so many—far more than she'd ever dreamed.

"After work, I'll go to the Vimu Realm to find Mo Lingling."

After the Erosion War, the Vimu Realm's vital energy is damaged and can't withstand further turmoil; if invaded again, it won't survive. With the Spirit Tome's information, defense against invasions would gain immense advantage—know yourself and know your enemy, and you'll win every battle.

Thus, Rikui decided to take the Upper Volume's contents to the Vimu Realm and give them to Mo Lingling.

"I wonder how Kamikawa Mitsu and Chie are doing. They should be out soon."

Rikui stood at the maid shop's entrance, her beautiful eyes glimmering with starlight, as if piercing the distance toward a palace in a corner of Heian Kyoto.

The first group had emerged, but Kamikawa Mitsu and his sister hadn't yet appeared—she feared something had happened to them.

Meanwhile.

Online, a frenzy erupted over the Spirit Tome.

Overnight, the Spirit Tome topped search trends in every country; forums and social platforms buzzed with endless discussions about it.

【Spirit Tome Upper Volume: The Ten Most Beautiful Races!】

【Here are the coolest spirit races from the Spirit Tome Upper Volume.】

【Shocking! Asexual races truly exist.】

【How many races in the Spirit Tome Upper Volume were created by primordial gods and demons of the First World?】

【I'm shaking—Ashiya's family actually fed a whole spirit race to their pet!!】

【This is the ugliest race I've ever seen—dare you disagree?】

【As legends said, Western gods and demons were still lewd—they went to other worlds to breed and spawned so many races. I'm shocked Σ(⊙▽⊙"）】

All sorts of Spirit Tome topics dominated online spaces worldwide.

Netizens' curiosity, gossip instincts, and thirst for knowledge were fully ignited—discussion flowed endlessly, one topic leading to the next, as if endless. After serious debates came absurd ones.

In short, every kind of topic—serious, ridiculous, bizarre—could always be found by netizens, both proper and improper.

Online, it was like this.

Offline, the frenzy was no less intense.

From men to women, young to old, neighbors to coworkers, from work to after work, countless people chatted about spirit races, talking from morning till night, utterly forgetting the concept of time.

They stayed up all night chatting, utterly unfatigued, ignoring whether they'd nod off at work tomorrow—after all, they'd just keep talking about the Spirit Tome then too.

This was no longer casual post-meal chatter—it had become a 24/7 obsession.

Tokyo, Japan, a company.

"Boss, here's the proposal your client will need soon—please check it. If it's fine, I'll go print it."

"Alright, let me see."

The boss took the proposal from the planning manager while scrolling on his phone.

The planning manager glanced at the boss's phone: "Huh? Boss, you're checking out this spirit race info too?"

The boss looked up: "Hasegawa, you're interested in spirit races too?"

"Of course! I think they're amazing—I even posted a thread on the forum last night, and tons of people replied. Look."

The planning manager pulled out his phone, opened his post—over a thousand replies, buzzing with activity.

"Haha, didn't expect you're one of us! Come on, let me see what you discussed."

Then the boss and planning manager plunged into heated discussion.

They exchanged opinions on the spirit races they found fascinating, growing more excited, unable to stop.

Only when the planning manager snapped back to reality did he realize two hours had passed.

"Oh no! Boss, look at the proposal—you'll miss the client's deadline!"

The moment he spoke—

The boss spoke bluntly:

"Who cares? Let the client wait. Let's keep going. By the way, which spirit race do you think is the most beautiful? I think it's the Shinmei Clan."

The planning manager, hearing the first half, was torn between laughter and despair—he was about to urge him, since this was a major project.

But the moment he heard the second half, his warning vanished into thin air.

"No way! Boss, you think Shinmei Clan is the most beautiful too? Me too! But I think the Karyū Clan is just as stunning…"

The two were hooked again, completely forgetting the client.

Similar scenes played out across countless places worldwide—voices overlapping, eyes sparkling with excitement.

For a moment—

The Spirit Tome became the hottest topic, and people weren't just discussing its content.

Printing companies worldwide were working overtime to print the Spirit Tome.

They wanted to launch the physical book of the Living Spectrum at the earliest opportunity, because this was undoubtedly a huge business opportunity—one with exorbitant profits.

Consider this: with over seven billion people worldwide, if each person collected just one copy, that would be over seven billion copies.

Even if each book sold for just one yuan, profits would reach several billion; the key point is, the book would surely sell for more than one yuan, and there was no fear of unsold inventory—because the Living Spectrum was an extremely useful book, recording information about otherworldly beings.

Now that gods, demons, and the transcendent have emerged, the world yearns for them; since the Living Spectrum concerns gods, demons, and the transcendent, who would not want to buy a copy?

Even though the Living Spectrum has already been published online, people still greatly desire to own a physical copy.

Other industries were also scrambling for business opportunities, just as they had during the Quetzalcoatl incident—this time, toy manufacturers were producing figurines of the beings listed in the Living Spectrum.

This time, profits would far exceed those of the last incident.

Remember: Quetzalcoatl was just one being; no matter how many variations of its figurine were made, it was still only Quetzalcoatl—perhaps different poses, but nothing more. But the figurines of the Living Spectrum's beings were different: there were over three thousand types. One figurine per type meant over three thousand figurines… all of them money!

As discussions spread and industries increasingly mined the Living Spectrum for business opportunities, the dissemination of its content intensified further.

It was foreseeable that, before long, the entire world would be deeply familiar with otherworldly beings—nearly everyone would become an expert on otherworldly species.

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