Arcane Journey

3.The night is deep

The experience of transmigrating was already astonishing enough, so having an entire library in his mind wasn't something too bizarre or unacceptable for Lucien. However, the fact that a large portion of the books in his mind couldn't be opened left him puzzled.

He tried to remain calm to prevent his fluctuating emotions from making it difficult to 'access' the library in his mind. Lucien carefully browsed through the books, noting which ones could be opened and which couldn't.

"History books can all be opened."

"Economics books are fine as well."

"Art books can also be accessed without issue."

"However, some of the books on mathematics, physics, chemistry, and biology can be opened, while others cannot."

"Could it be that the differences in world rules are the reason I can't access certain books? At least when I recall similar knowledge, up to the university level, I can still remember it, and it's not blocked."

The accessible books were mostly at the middle and high school level, but since a comprehensive university library wouldn't typically collect middle and high school textbooks, what was available were scattered teaching research materials and medieval academic papers of corresponding levels for students to reference.

The library had a vast collection of books, and after browsing only a small portion, Lucien discovered these issues, but he couldn't be sure and didn't understand the reason behind it.

Having just recovered from a serious illness, Lucien's body was still weak, and his mental state was poor as well. After browsing through quite a few books, his mind became foggy, and he could no longer sense the library.

Forcing himself back to bed, Lucien fell into a deep sleep, understanding that he needed to regain his strength and health to face tomorrow. He wouldn't forget that he only had one piece of black bread left; survival was always the top priority.

In the midst of a deep sleep, the sound of squeaking and gnawing on wood woke Lucien, who had been dreaming of delicious food and a warm, soft bed.

"Rats?"

Still drowsy, Lucien groggily turned over, intending to continue sleeping, but the gnawing on the wood and stones became louder and more piercing, making it impossible for Lucien, with his heightened senses in the quiet of the night, to fall back asleep.

He waited for a long time, but the gnawing sounds persisted. Lucien had no choice but to pull the blanket over his head to muffle the noise, but the sound seemed to penetrate from all directions, preventing him from maintaining a peaceful environment to sleep in.

"What kind of life is this!" Lucien couldn't help but curse, feeling as if he was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He was eating the worst food, like fermented sawdust disguised as black bread, wearing the roughest linen clothes that chafed his skin, and covering himself with a blanket that offered little warmth and whose original material was unrecognizable. Now, even sleep, the only escape from all these troubles, was being disrupted by squeaking noises, as if there were thousands of rats.

Grinding his teeth in frustration, Lucien carefully listened to determine the direction of the rat noises. Since he couldn't sleep, he might as well get up, find these rats, and kill one or two to scare off the rest. He silently swore to himself:

"I must escape this life as soon as possible!"

Lucien strained to discern the direction from which the gnawing sounds were coming.

Squeak, squeak... sobbing, sobbing...

As soon as Lucien focused, he realized that what he was hearing wasn't the sound of rats but rather eerie, ghostly sobbing.