At that moment, between the fourth and fifth floors of the library, the space had been stretched to an unbelievable height.
The distance between them was like a natural chasm, especially with the red moonlight shining in. It looked like an enormous mural on a church wall—holy yet eerie.
Of course, the biggest problem was that everything around us was in plain sight.
Everything in this vast area seemed to have been struck by a two-dimensional foil, collapsing into a blend of gray silhouettes plastered against the surrounding walls. There was no way to get up.
"This is a little different from what I imagined!"
Fu Qian frowned.
"That's not surprising."
"Nightmares are full of distortion and death. Never take things for granted based on your usual understanding, or you'll soon get yourself killed."
"Got it. Thanks for the warning," Fu Qian said.
"So, according to your don't-take-things-for-granted approach, how should we get up there?"
The persuasive speaker, who had been so confident just moments ago, fell silent. After a while, he finally spoke.
"At this height, even with your body in its partially fused state, you couldn't possibly jump up there."
"That bug has some hidden dangers, but it's also what's keeping you alive. If you hadn't acted so recklessly earlier, we could've looked for a way to strengthen you through further fusion."
"But now, if all else fails, you can only give up."
"I'm suddenly worried about your prospects."
Fu Qian listened carefully to the speaker's analysis, then sighed.
"This is the experience you've painstakingly gathered on how to clear the nightmare? I doubt it'd even get featured on the forum! What have you been doing all these years?"
"Mocking me is pointless. If you think I'm so incompetent, then by all means, use that clever mind