Laura Croft carefully slipped around a corner formed by enormous bookshelves, swift as a gray mouse. Only after making sure the surroundings were safe did she pull a glow stick from her pocket and wave it in a set pattern. The next second, the woman in the dark blue dress crawled over, bent at the waist. Her face was full of excitement, as though she were on some fascinating adventure. But if one had to be precise, coming to the library was more like an adventure created by a child whose parents had left home and who had been locked inside, entertaining herself with the furniture and every corner of the house—the sofa could be mountains and hills, beneath the bed could be an abyssal seafloor, and the toys in the corner could be enemies pursuing her. Everything could become colorful and interesting through a rich imagination. Even Laura Croft waving a glow stick would be blended with countless bits of information in her mind, becoming a scene ordinary people could scarcely imagine.
By then, Laura Croft had recovered her pistol.
She carefully checked the ammunition and the gun, finally letting out a sigh of relief after confirming it still worked. She had also retrieved her backpack and taken out her spare pistol, along with some food and fresh water. Although pistol rounds had proven ineffective against the so-called Dust Demons, having a weapon in this environment was still better than having none. She had two choices before her now. The first was to take all her expedition gear and try to return the way she had come, leaving through the library doors she had entered through. The second was to remember the route the giant robot had taken, bring all the food and water to its side, and wait