"The First Great War between the Demon King of Death and the traitorous fallen hero."
Simon frowned deeply at the title of the book, and without hesitation, he picked the book.
He looked around, found an empty table and chair nearby, then he approached it and sat on it.
He looked at the title of the book for a few seconds, and so many thoughts appeared in his mind.
He was not a fool.
He could infer what the contents of the book would be, and these thoughts made him to have a strange feeling.
Was it budding anger?
Was it anxiety?
Was it sadness?
He wasn't sure, but the title bothered him so much.
He inhaled deeply, then exhaled deeply.
"Can't believe that I'm scared to open a damn book. So what if it's what I'm thinking of? It doesn't change a thing."
Simon inhaled and exhaled once again, then he opened the book and began to read through it.
The first few pages of the book talked about how dreadful and terrifying the war between him and the Demon King of Death was.
