Eternal Consciousness

Wang De was stunned by Chen Zhao's shamelessness.

He actually wanted him to sign up for VIP?

What was he supposed to use to sign up here? Hell money? His family probably hadn't burned any for him yet!

Perhaps afraid Wang De hadn't seen enough, several more loud booms rang out in midair, and more books came rustling down.

Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, by John Cleland.

Lady Chatterley's Lover, by D. H. Lawrence.

Compendium of Erotic Oddities, by Wang Shizhen.

Nana, by Émile Zola.

Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being, by Milan Kundera.

There were also several heavily illustrated magazines—Maxim, FHM, Playboy, Esquire, Australian GQ... In short, they were all the sort of books Buddha said could not be spoken of.

Excitedly, Wang De opened one and read a few pages, only to see another glaring little lock. Every single one required a VIP subscription.

"This is messing with my head!" Wang De hugged the pile of good books, trembling with rage.

Nothing else happened after that. Chen Zhao had probably gone to rest. After working so hard for so many days, he needed to catch up on sleep before getting back to work.

Wang De could only hug the stack of books and reread the free chapters at the front over and over.

After more than ten hours, he could recite the free chapters from memory.

At last, the world around him changed again.

With a thunderous roar, huge waves rose in the distance!

As the spray fell, a patch of land emerged!

Wang De immediately clutched his books and ran toward the land. He had stood in the sea for so long that he felt like he was about to turn into a salted fish. He had spent his entire life on land,