“Not enough quality.”
Yu Sheng flipped open an old book from the bookshelf, and on the yellowed pages, there were only these few simple words.
He was momentarily stunned, then instinctively turned to the next page—but he saw the same words again: not enough quality.
After a slight hesitation, he continued flipping through the book, and finally confirmed that every page contained nothing but this repeated phrase, over and over—
Not enough quality, not enough quality, not enough quality...
The black, sharply defined characters seemed carved into the paper with a knife, as if carrying some kind of terrifying power.
Whether it was just an illusion or not, Yu Sheng felt as though some twisted, desperate emotion was seeping out from those pages—a despair and suppression that stretched across the book, even beyond the confines of this old bookstore, seeping through the dark alley and into him.
Little Red Riding Hood immediately noticed the strange expression on Yu Sheng’s face.
After giving herself a puncture with an inhibitor, she cautiously leaned over to glance at the text and revealed a look of confusion and disbelief just like his.
“... What does this mean?” she muttered quietly.
“You don’t know either?” Yu Sheng looked at her surprised, raising the old book in his hand. “Have you never seen this before?”