Zhang Guangmu looked over the wrecked street. For the moment, he could not find even half a suitable book, so he simply took the scroll from Luo Zhuan.
He focused his attention slightly, and the words within the scroll gradually began to change shape in his vision.
The lines of text broke apart and recombined, transforming into entirely new patterns and information.
Before Zhang Guangmu's eyes, a page glowing with crimson light appeared.
Before long, the crimson light gradually merged and condensed into a single point, transforming into a usable ability point.
Once the light faded, Zhang Guangmu could clearly see what had been drawn on the page.
—A swordsman wielding twin blades spun into view, his long sword suspended before his enemy's eyes, seemingly ready to cut the other man down at any moment. Yet the swordsman's face was filled with fury and terror. From his expression alone, it was obvious that he did not dare to bring the blade down any further.
Opposite him stood a tall, refined, and handsome young man in glasses. He held a blade in one hand and a phone in the other.
The scroll's high resolution made it possible to clearly see that, on the phone's screen, a young man who somewhat resembled the swordsman was being aimed at by countless black gun barrels. His eyes were filled with terror and despair.
Zhang Guangmu decided to call the above the "Victory Through Wit" scroll.
"Tsk..."
The points feedback had come awfully fast this time!
If asked for the specific reason the points had arrived so efficiently, Zhang Guangmu really could not think of one for the moment.
Maybe Book Bro had suddenly gone haywire?
Just as Zhang Guangmu was letting his imagination run wild, a passage of flamboyant commentary appeared on the scroll.