Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

"..."

Zhou Baiyu no longer paid Huang Miu any mind and tiptoed toward the book.

But the book noticed Zhou Baiyu the moment he approached:

"@!#￥@%!!!"

It chattered away in a lengthy outburst.

Zhou Baiyu and Huang Miu couldn't understand a word, but by the gestures... it seemed that Zhou Baiyu could feel what the book was trying to convey.

"What is this thing saying?"

"It seems to be warning us not to come closer, or else..."

"Or else what?"

"Or else it will kill itself, denying us its existence."

"..."

Huang Miu was at a loss for words.

After a while, Huang Miu looked at the book in its odd pose and said:

"How do you know what the book is thinking? You shouldn't be able to understand what it's saying, right?"

Zhou Baiyu responded:

"You see it opening its cover backward and all the pages are taut. Doesn't it look like the reaction of a small animal facing danger? Then one of the pages bends, set across another page at about where the neck would be. Doesn't that give you the feeling of holding a knife against its own throat?"

Huang Miu thought, Can this really be?

He observed carefully... It wasn't much to look at before Jiang Xianwu mentioned it, but now that he did, the more he looked, the more it seemed to be the case.

"That's too abstract... How could you see that, I'm impressed!"

Zhou Baiyu also found it abstract.

Yet, as someone with an intuitive nature, he really could easily feel what the book was trying to express.

Huang Miu said:

"Obviously we can't understand what it's saying, but can it understand what we're saying? If it can, does that mean I don't have to copy it down?"

Zhou Baiyu was also pondering this. He very much hoped that this "fantasy literature" book could understand their conversation.

So Zhou Baiyu tried raising his hands up:

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, we mean no harm. Look, I woke you up. You should be well aware that if I had any bad intentions, you wouldn't be standing here."

The book let out a bunch of chattering sounds again.

But listening, it still seemed very resistant.

Suddenly, Zhou Baiyu showed a scared expression:

"Look quickly... Behind you!"

His performance was so convincing that even Huang Miu thought something had appeared behind the book.

The book was also fooled and turned around instantly, only to find nothing there.

The book became so irritated that its pages turned red and the "veins" on the cover's pattern bulged like wells.

Following that, the book spouted a bunch of vehement words, clearly very angry.

Huang Miu realized that Jiang Xianwu was testing the book.

And this test result was very pleasing.

Zhou Baiyu stroked his chin:

"It seems we can't understand what it's saying, but it can understand us."

Huang Miu was overjoyed:

"If it can talk and understand our language, then can't it learn to speak like us?"

Zhou Baiyu shook his head:

"Maybe the sounds we make are automatically translated into the language of the gods in its ears. So it's also possible that it doesn't know how humans speak at all, from start to finish."

The two of them were plotting aloud, which seemed to cause the book great loss of face, giving the impression that 'I have been plotted against by you, and yet you are pointing fingers at me right to my face.'

It was irate beyond containment.

The pages kept flipping furiously, as though trembling with anger.

Zhou Baiyu said:

"But since it can understand us, at least we can use this book to learn the language of the gods."

Huang Miu understood Zhou Baiyu's point:

"What a hassle, but this is indeed a method. The problem is... this little guy seems rather uncooperative."

In Huang Miu's view, the book seemed proud, quick-tempered, and resistant to humans.

The book indeed grasped their thoughts, and two pages bent down as though hands in pockets.

It spouted another bunch of unintelligible sounds to Zhou Baiyu and Huang Miu, and its characters kept changing, forming a skewed mouth pattern.

Zhou Baiyu then said:

"That's it, it's acting tough, showing us that it's absolutely impossible for us to understand its content."

The book nodded, as if to say: Yes, kiddo, good that you understand.

Zhou Baiyu continued:

"We're really not your enemies, you don't want to help us at all?"

The book arrogantly turned its spine to Zhou Baiyu.

It seemed to be saying: 'Only the mighty gods are worthy of browsing me, what are you?'

Zhou Baiyu then said:

"Alright, I get your point."

Huang Miu, listening to Zhou Baiyu's tone, was very calm and wondered why Jiang Xianwu seemed so confident.

Zhou Baiyu spoke to the book again, while also explaining Huang Miu's confusion:

"You are a product of my mutation; I could take you back into me, but since I've given you life, I would like you to listen to me."

"I'm giving you one last chance."

The book made a clicking noise.

It seemed to signify the same as the human tsk sound.

Huang Miu laughed in exasperation:

"Damn it, are we really being scorned by a damn book?"

Zhou Baiyu nodded:

"In that case, I might as well tell you something: Mutators, when they see something they can mutate, can see some strange information."

The book remained unmoved.

Huang Miu didn't understand what Zhou Baiyu meant, but Zhou Baiyu continued:

"Some information looks playful, but despite being playful, it's very useful."

"For instance, you like that 'Source Realm Social Psychology' book on the opposite shelf."

As soon as the words 'Source Realm Social Psychology' were spoken, the stubborn book suddenly bowed its stiff spine, and its pages even blushed with shyness.