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Liangqiu Xu sat bolt upright and found himself in an unfamiliar space.

Three mottled walls and an empty bookshelf.

There were no doors or windows.

An antique dark-red table and chairs stood in the middle, with a glass lamp placed upon them.

Its light was dim and yellow.

Liangqiu Xu sat on the floor without rushing to get up. Frowning, he vigorously rubbed his temples, which throbbed with needle-like pain.

His memories surged forth, one scene after another gradually becoming clear. Liangqiu Xu made a simple mental summary:

—The once-per-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.

Where was this?

Why was he here?

A multitude of questions sprang into Liangqiu Xu's mind at once. He braced himself with both hands and stood up.

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

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

He froze.

The dagger was actually still there?

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

The room was sealed shut. Not only were there no doors or windows, there was not even a ventilation shaft. Yet after moving around for so long, he did not feel short 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 when he used all his strength, he could