Devouring 1/2

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Liangqiu Xu suddenly sat up and found himself in an unfamiliar space.

Three mottled walls and an empty bookshelf.

No doors or windows.

In the middle stood an antique dark-red table and chairs, with a glass lamp placed atop them.

The lamplight was dim and yellow.

Liangqiu Xu sat on the floor without rushing to get up. Frowning, he vigorously rubbed his temples, which ached as though pricked by needles.

Memories surged forth, scene after scene gradually becoming clear. Liangqiu Xu made a simple assessment:

—The once-per-half-semester exotic beast hunting event.

—Being surrounded by a large number of exotic beasts.

—Escaping for his life, jumping into a deep pool, and losing consciousness.

—Regaining consciousness in an unfamiliar place.

What was this place?

Why was he here?

Countless questions sprang into Liangqiu Xu's mind in an instant. Bracing himself with both hands, he stood up.

The ground was made of polished stone. It was not cold to the touch; instead, it possessed the warm, smooth feel of jade.

Out of habit, Liangqiu Xu assumed a defensive stance, his left arm held across his chest while his right hand drew the dagger strapped to his thigh.

He froze.

The dagger was actually still there?

Holding the dagger, Liangqiu Xu searched the room for half an hour.

The room was sealed. Not only were there no doors or windows, there was not even a ventilation shaft. Yet after moving around for so long, he felt no shortness of breath at all.

The dagger was an entry-level alloy short weapon produced by the Gongyang Clan, worth over ten thousand star credits. Yet even with all his strength, he could not scrape off so much as a speck of white dust from the walls or gouge a single wood shaving from the furniture.