So... Who Exactly Are You?

After Lan Qingyou killed the debate with one sentence.

The people who had been arguing fiercely fell silent at once and all turned to look at her.

"Look, isn't this exactly why I'm trying to divine who's right?"

Lan Qingyou's gaze swept over the group, but her finger pointed at Esmeralda.

"Wouldn't you call this woman a spy or a traitor?"

"Damn it, Tower, tell us who they are! I'll wipe them out completely."

Hearing that Lan Qingyou already knew who was responsible, Orff gritted his teeth and clenched his fists until they cracked.

After all, the Giant Creature Riot had cost the Titan clan dearly.

They said more than eighty thousand of their people had died, along with nearly five hundred thousand members of the reserve force—Professionals preparing to evolve.

How could he not be furious?

In truth, he wasn't the only one. The other clan leaders felt the same way.

The Giant Creature Riot had left them with too much trauma and too many losses.

"Actually, you've all heard of this person."

"Who?"

Everyone fixed their eyes on Lan Qingyou, completely focused.

"The Library."

Huh?!

The Library?

How could a group of leaders like them not know about the Library?

It had started as a group of people who made their living copying books.

In the beginning, very few people could obtain books of knowledge, but that knowledge was undeniably useful.

So people who made a living from copying books had emerged.

Later, once they had built up enough capital, they had transformed from copyists into a combination of printing house and publishing company.

Nowadays, almost all the books circulating among Transmigrators on the mainland came from the Library, whether they were books about the Magic World, travelogues, novels, or even comics.

In another world with so little