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

Three walls were mottled and worn, while the fourth side held an empty bookshelf.

There were no doors or windows.

An antique dark-red table and chairs stood in the center, with a glazed lamp placed atop the table.

Its light was dim and yellow.

Liangqiu Xu sat on the floor without rushing to get up. Frowning, he vigorously rubbed at his needle-pricked, aching temples.

Memories surged forth, scene after scene gradually becoming clear. Liangqiu Xu briefly sorted them out:

—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.

Where was this?

Why was he here?

Countless questions sprang into Liangqiu Xu's mind in an instant. He braced himself with both hands and stood up.

The rough stone floor did not feel cold to the touch. Instead, it possessed the warm, smooth texture of jade.

Out of habit, Liangqiu Xu assumed a defensive stance, his left arm held across his chest as 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 vent. Yet after moving around for so long, he did not feel the slightest bit stuffy.

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 not scrape off a speck of white dust from the wall or pry a single wood shaving from the