Their lives were an endless, frantic hunt for strength, which meant that no matter how "useless" they claimed this relic was, it likely held a value they were too narrow-minded to perceive.
"They called it worthless... but does that mean it's actually broken? And what about this manual?" He glanced at the yellowed, fraying paper still resting on the table. "I don't believe there is a single thing in this world I can't eventually read."
His confidence in his new, headache-inducing translation ability was at an all-time high.
He reached for the yellow paper, expecting another sharp jolt behind his eyes, another sudden download of alien linguistics. But as he smoothed the parchment out and focused on the first line, his entire body went rigid. A faint, involuntary tremble took hold of his hands.
"It's... English!"
