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Yang Yi walked into the library with a reading card that was similar to a bath card.

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It was pitch black in front of his eyes. Even with three eyes, he could not detect any objects. It was completely "nothing", just like the sky above Mistoka University and the scene outside its boundaries.

But after taking two steps, he suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness, as if his body was falling, and then he suddenly saw a strange building in front of him.

It was a cylindrical tower made of stacked bookshelves, about 50 meters high, about 20 meters in diameter, and had 5 floors.

The outside of the tower is made up of wooden corridors and stairs with lights hanging on them. You can enter from the bottom and climb up along the corridors and stairs.

Yang Yi is now standing in front of the tower, about 15 meters away, with hard ground paved with wooden planks under his feet.

"That's strange..."

Yang Yi muttered to himself, frowned, stood for a few seconds, and walked out backwards.

Another feeling of weightlessness.

The tower in front of me was moving backwards at a very fast speed and disappearing into the darkness.

He returned to the library door.

"This is space folding technology. With your limited knowledge, it's useless to explain it."

Old man Sun was lying on the lazy chair. When he saw Yang Yi walking out backwards, he spoke up to remind him.

The latter ignored him, looked around, and prepared to go in again.

At the entrance of the Library of Truth, there was nothing except Old Man Sun's set of tables and chairs for his own use. Everything was shrouded in darkness, and even the floor was covered with a layer of transparent medium.

This darkness is exactly the same as the sky over Mistoka University and the world outside its borders, and is different from the black fog in the Lightless Sea.

Yang Yi entered again, and the tall tower made of bookshelves appeared in front of him again.

At the same time, the time on his reading card started to move, showing 59 minutes and 17 seconds.

So this tower and the space around it is Study Room No. 47.

From the tower, one can see groups of students sitting in the outer corridor, reading with complete concentration and excited expressions on their faces.

Yang Yi walked towards the tower.

At this point, he was not surprised at all, including the "space folding technology."

Because Suna once said that there are 100 study rooms in the Library of Truth, all of which are special buildings from different eras, symbolizing the crystallization of wisdom of a certain era.

The essential effect is the same, whether it is a stone slab, bamboo slips, paper books, memory chips, or computers.

Anyway, a few are opened randomly every day, and it all depends on luck which one you get to.

The things Yang Yi felt were strange... were actually unidentified objects seen by three eyes, filling the entire study room.

They were some flocs floating in the air, like dandruff in a state of weightlessness, but in fact they were some closely arranged numbers, characters, and words, some large and some small, the largest of which was even as big as the little finger.

It was because Yang Yi saw these strange things that he chose to retreat.

"What is this?"

He muttered to himself.

Anyway, Suna never mentioned it, and neither did Old Man Sun. Maybe only those with three eyes can see these things.

Making sure there was no danger, he ignored the debris for the time being.

Anyway, I didn't feel anything when I touched it, it was like touching some kind of phantom.

He walked quickly into the tower and began to look through the books on the shelves.

“You can find books related to the courses you have signed up for, especially the courses that you have been troubled by recently. It is amazing. When you read, you will be inspired and master the knowledge quickly.

Another thing is that when I think in the study room, I have a lot of ideas and all kinds of genius ideas keep popping up. "

Suna once said this.

Yang Yi also agreed with this at this moment.

Because the books he saw were "Simple and Practical, Super Powerful Unlimited Fighting That Even Monkeys Can Learn", "One Hundred Days of Exercise, a Brand New Self", "Weight Loss Secrets", "Muscles Will Never Betray You", "The Art of Sculpture", "Basic Woodworking Manual", "Soul Craftsman Novella", "The Skills of the Giant Sword Novella"...

These were all the textbooks he used in his previous classes. None of them were thick, except for the novella of Soul Craftsman, which was almost as thick as bricks.

Yang Yi didn't read some of the books much, but mastered them completely through practice. Anyway, the teacher would explain them in class, so he didn't have to read them himself.

Based on the principle of being here anyway, Yang Yi planned to give it a try. Su Na would only come in the afternoon anyway, so he could just leave half the time.

He took out the thickest book, "The Soul Craftsman Novella", and prepared to find a place to sit down and read.

There are relatively few students in the tower, estimated to be no more than a hundred in total, so there are plenty of places.

Yang Yi went straight to the second floor and then walked through the corridor into the tower.

There is a patio inside, and a small square on each floor. In the middle is a spiral staircase that extends upward, like a chain structure of genetic material.

Being in such a square is like being in a sea of ​​books, because books are everywhere you look.

Yang Yi chose a seat in the square and sat down. He did not read the book immediately, but looked at the people who were reading.

A large number of floc-like piles of numbers and symbols floated out from the books in front of them, including those in the air, and flew directly into their eyes, noses, ear canals and even mouths. Then some floated out from behind their heads, and some... disappeared.

"What the hell is this?"

Yang Yi felt strange.

He had seen several people like this on the road. If you look closely, you will feel that these people are being invaded by something and something has penetrated into their brains.

"Don't these people feel like something has entered their brains? It's really confusing."

Yang Yi touched his crew cut.

They are very dense, like black steel needles that can easily pierce white paper.

After spending a long time in college, he finally became convinced that he was not bald, but his hair just grew slowly.

He stopped looking at other students and thought for a while. He felt that these things in the air were most likely the inspiration and ingenuity that Suna mentioned.

But in this space, they seem to be materialized, and one needs three eyes or special instruments to observe them.

Yang Yi looked at his sanity value, which was currently 98, which was very safe.

So he inhaled to see if he could get the stuff in.

Huh~~

He sucked in some digital debris, but felt nothing.

Whoosh~~~~

He inhaled with greater force, his chest bulging like a dragon sucking water. He could even feel a rush of air all over his body, and the sound was so loud that the other students looked over.

"Classmate, can the study room be quieter?

If you have trouble breathing, go out and get some fresh air.”

A young student wearing silver-rimmed glasses spoke up. He was closest to Yang Yi.

"Sorry, I'm a little nervous."

Yang Yi brushed it off perfunctorily, feeling that inhaling these things had no effect on him, and his sanity was not lost, as if all the thoughts leaked out from the back of his head, or... they didn't even cross his mind.