Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Although the bookshelves were huge, there were quite a few footholds; after all, the size of the books wasn't exaggerated, and some were even the same size as those in the human world.

The gaps between the books became Zhou Baiyu's points of leverage for climbing.

As a third-order different walker, in Advanced World, his physical abilities were far stronger than those of ordinary humans.

In Huang Miu's eyes, it probably looked like watching the protagonists in the game Assassin's Creed perform parkour.

Huang Miu wasn't surprised, though.

Compared to the beings from Nightmare Bridge, Jiang Xianwu seemed a bit weaker.

Or perhaps fighting wasn't Jiang Xianwu's source of livelihood.

But he should at least have the skill to climb.

Not that one would expect Jiang Xianwu to perform the feats found in fantasy novels where great paths were obliterated, but to survive in such a place, some ability in free running and parkour was essential.

Zhou Baiyu wasn't in a hurry to flip through the books. In this library, the number of books was probably counted in the tens of millions.

At the same time, Zhou Baiyu also noticed that there were a lot of blank papers and ink and brushes on the shelves.

Each compartment had them, though their use was yet unknown.

At the moment, Zhou Baiyu's mind was elsewhere.

Different interpretations of the same book could be categorized differently. So it was important to figure out the classification of the shelves.

He needed to pick a high enough position; otherwise, the distance between shelves was too narrow to see the ones above.

He tried to climb to the top of the gigantic bookshelf, much like an ant scaling the top of a giant tree.

The process took a long time because the shelves were just too tall.

As he climbed, Zhou Baiyu wondered... if the size of the books suggests that gods are about the same size as humans,

then wasn't it strange for the gods to have built such huge bookshelves?

How would they retrieve books from the top shelf? Would the books fly down by themselves? Or could they simply use telekinesis to get them?

Zhou Baiyu was naturally inclined to ponder such unreasonable matters.

When he reached the two hundred and twentieth level, Zhou Baiyu found climbing with his bare hands did not cause any physical exertion.

Although he knew he had become a bit stronger, he was also aware that he shouldn't be completely immune to feeling fatigue.

"In the library, I actually don't feel tired?"

"Even after reaching the third order, and being among the top of existing Mutators, I can't be so extraordinary that I experience no physical exhaustion, right?"

Zhou Baiyu had a bold idea forming in his heart, but he continued climbing upward, and for a while, Huang Miu was still able to see Zhou Baiyu's silhouette.

Eventually, he could no longer see him.

The four hundredth level.

Zhou Baiyu still did not feel any depletion of his energy.

He looked up and could already see the top of the bookshelf.

From this angle, he still couldn't make out the classification of the shelves, but he could see the classification on the backside of other shelves.

Zhou Baiyu turned his head and looked behind him.

"Shit... there really is such a thing."

Looking backward, Zhou Baiyu indeed saw the huge characters on the bookshelf.

But these two characters looked similar to "Jia Mu."

Only, the "field" part within the character "Jia" was not square but round. The character for "wood" had an S-shaped curvature in its horizontal strokes. Even its vertical and diagonal strokes had a bit of a curl to them.

At first glance, Zhou Baiyu felt they resembled "Jia Mu," but in reality—

The script used by gods was utterly different from that of humans.

Gods, as higher beings, may not have any barriers in communicating with humans.

But this was because the gods' capability was downward compatible, whereas for humans to understand the writings of gods, that was a different story.

Zhou Baiyu didn't immediately descend to the ground.

Although he didn't recognize any of the characters on the bookshelves, these curvaceous characters looked like some ancient script. He still made an effort to memorize the characters on the nearby shelves he could see by rote.

Then Zhou Baiyu began to slowly climb down.

At this height, even he didn't dare to jump down directly. This gave Zhou Baiyu a rather absurd feeling...

He was reminded of his mother playing Dark Souls... his mother was a pro gamer, controlling her character through the game with an unstoppable force, crushing everything in her path, formidable foes like the Valkyries dismantled effortlessly...

Yet such a seemingly godlike being could die from falling from a height of several dozen meters.

Now Zhou Baiyu was feeling the same. "I, Jiang someone, a third-order Mutator, a legendary precursor, Lin's number one disciple, the sole inheritor of Dr. A, father of the White Witch, a good brother to the Demon King Hunter, the destroyer of Land of No Light, a special passenger of the Strange Train... might die from a direct fall."

Luckily, the quality of the shelf was good enough. Though the shelves were covered with a thick layer of dust, Zhou Baiyu found no damage anywhere.

With his stamina still at its peak, he hopped his way back to the ground after a short while.

Huang Miu immediately came over:

"I was telling you, when you were exploring around just now, I took a look around and discovered..."

Zhou Baiyu's interest was piqued:

"Discovered what?"

"That there's truly not a single person here."

"That's it?"

"Yeah."

Huang Miu said:

"Isn't that scary? Damn, it's so freaking creepy. I flipped through several books and realized that I didn't recognize any of the text. There were a few characters that looked somewhat familiar, but it's like someone had a seizure while writing them, all messed up."

Huang Miu's description was as typically colorful and violent.

"Shouldn't we just leave this library as soon as possible?"

"Why did you know about the Library of Gods?"

Zhou Baiyu asked Huang Miu.

Huang Miu was briefly taken aback, but his expression soon returned to normal: