I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

"Since you feed on knowledge, why don't you go with old Morgan?"

Looking at the ink floating in the air, Lu Yuan raised a very practical question:

"He's a senior member of the Night's Watch and a third-tier Knowledge Transcendent. With the knowledge he's accumulated, he should have enough to keep you busy, right?"

Upon hearing the name, Ink's little face immediately showed undisguised disdain.

Her expression was as if someone had placed a moldy, spoiled loaf of bread in front of her.

"That old man? Forget about it."

The ink pursed its lips, and the paper wings even fluttered twice in disgust:

"His thinking has become completely rigid. The structure of his mind is like a hard rock that cannot be pried open. Moreover... his knowledge is too simplistic, full of outdated gunpowder and rigid dogma."

Ink rolled its eyes.

"I don't like that old man, and the food isn't good."

Lu Yuan responded thoughtfully, then pointed to the surrounding bookshelves:

"If you leave, what will happen to the library? Won't the night watchman investigate?"

"Pursue? Ha!"

Knowing that he finally had a chance to escape this cage, Ink's tone revealed a hint of barely suppressed excitement:

"It's okay!"

"Knowledge itself is a fortress."

"Every book and every word here is constantly releasing power. No matter what kind of strange thing it is, as long as it dares to step into this place, the knowledge here can directly wash it into ashes."

Ink then raised his hand and pointed to the rows of chandeliers overhead:

"Moreover, there is 'light' here. As long as the light doesn't go out, this place is an absolute forbidden zone."

"The reason I've stayed here is because I can't get out, and secondly, I need to consume knowledge to survive; otherwise, I would have run away long ago."

"Who wants to live off these pieces of paper?"

Looking at the library, Lu Yuan felt the last weight lifted from his heart.

It turned out to be the case.

The so-called "library administrator" is simply a nominal position.

Ink was forced to take on the role of curator because it was trapped here.

No wonder she looked so pitiful; she couldn't even afford a decent piece of ink.

At the same time, Lu's mind raced with calculations.

Taking the ink is a sure-fire way to make money.

First, only ink can cure Mina's "Echoes of All Things," which is a basic necessity.

Secondly, the intimidating aura that ink displayed when I stepped onto the path of the extraordinary could perhaps serve as a bodyguard in crucial moments.

Third, and most importantly—

Who knows how many books that guy Ink has hidden inside his belly.

Taking this guy with us would be like having a mobile library, wouldn't it?

"Okay, I'll take you away."

Lu Yuan stood up and straightened his collar. "However, to avoid trouble, I need to go and say hello to old Morgan first."

Materials Management Department.

Under the dim light of the gas lamp, old Morgan, wearing a monocle and holding a precision screwdriver, was disassembling an extremely complex steam gun.

Various ingredients, gears, and springs were scattered on the table.

"Squeak—"

Lu Yuan pushed open the door and entered, without beating around the bush, getting straight to the point:

"The ink wants to leave, can it take it with it?"

Old Morgan's movements faltered slightly, and his cloudy eyes swept over, glancing at Lu Yuan.

And he immediately agreed, without refusing.

"You're really lucky, kid. The Night Watch's book spirits are notoriously picky; not just anyone can take them away."

"Since that little thing is willing to go with you, I have no objection. However..."

Old Morgan lowered the barrel of his gun, his tone becoming more serious:

"No matter who it is, once a book spirit possesses them, they must be brought to the Night Watch for registration. We need to know who the 'container' is; that's the rule."

"That's no problem."

Lu remained calm and briefly described Mina's situation:

"'Container' is a little girl named Mina who has just awakened her talent. She is Brent's sister. Ink has taken a liking to her talent, and I also need Ink to save her life."

"It's just a little girl?"

Old Morgan nodded thoughtfully and picked up the firing pin from the table again.

However, old Morgan didn't care. Since the little girl had such talent, he shouldn't waste it. Besides, as long as Ink was around, nothing could hurt her.

Moreover, Lu Yuan is a very cunning guy. How could I not guess that he wanted to get his hands on the books inside Mo Shui's belly?

However, this is also a good thing.

Knowledge only has value when it circulates.

Old Morgan turned around, pulled a black box from a shelf piled with miscellaneous items behind him, and handed it to Lu Yuan.

Inside was a thick, black notebook made of some kind of unknown leather.

"Here, this is a specially made 'Spiritual Preservation Record.' If the ink goes out with you, it has to stay in this kind of book. Don't lose it."

"Yes, I'll bring her to register with the Night Watch later."

Lu Yuan tucked the notebook under his arm before pushing open the door and leaving.

In the library, at a long table.

Lu Yuan spread the black notebook he had brought out on the table.

"Alright, old Morgan agrees to let you leave with me. Come in."

"Yay!"

The ink cheered and, impatiently, its body instantly transformed into a jet-black stream of light, directly burrowing into the pages of the notebook.

As the ink disappeared, an eye pattern composed of complex lines slowly emerged on the originally black cover.

The eyes opened and blinked, then disappeared.

Lu Yuan reached out and picked up the notebook.

It felt cold to the touch and became unusually heavy.

You have touched a notebook containing an unusual creature.

[Characteristics: A book containing almost endless spirituality, but unfortunately, spirituality cannot leave the book; something strange seems to be hidden within it.]

Lu Yuan looked at the notification that appeared, smiled wryly, and without delay stuffed the notebook into his pocket and left quickly.

Based on the timeline, the effects of the drug on Mina should be wearing off by now.

I just arrived at the clinic.

A commotion reached Lu Yuan's ears.

"Ugh...go away! It's so noisy!"

Mina was curled up in the chair, clutching her head in pain, her face pale and her expression contorted.

Her fingers gripped her hair tightly, and a faint trace of blood could be seen between her fingers.

Brent was covered in sweat, holding down his sister's flailing arms tightly, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Dr. Lu!"

When Brent saw Lu Yuan push the door open and come in, he felt like he had seen a savior.

Without wasting any words, Lu Yuan took out the black notebook and opened it.

"Time to get out and work."

As Lu Yuan finished speaking, a wisp of black smoke drifted out from the pages of the book.

The ink appeared in a semi-transparent, ghostly form, stretched in the air, and then inhaled the surrounding air with a look of ecstasy.

"That's right! That's right! That's the taste! So much knowledge! Haha!"

The ink then arced through the air and landed above Mina's head.

Brent, who was holding Mina's hand, stared wide-eyed at the approaching Book Spirit, too frightened to utter a sound.

Mina, who had been struggling in pain, seemed to sense something.

She struggled to open her eyes and looked at the little girl floating above her. Surprisingly, there was no fear in her eyes, but rather a hint of curiosity.

Ink floated above Mina's head, and she stretched out her translucent little hand, like an elegant conductor.

She did not forcefully silence the sounds.

Instead, within Mina's consciousness, she began to construct a "bookshelf".

The chaotic noise that had been flooding Mina's mind was quickly dismantled and categorized under the guidance of the ink.

Useful information is archived and arranged.

Useless noise and garbage are isolated and crushed.

The remaining voices, which contained knowledge but could not be digested, were grasped by the ink into clumps of black light, and then swallowed whole.

In just a short while.

Mina's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

The piercing tinnitus disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented clarity.

Her eyes cleared from being cloudy, and she stared intently at the ink in the air.

"elder sister?"

Mina called out softly.

"Huh? You called me 'sister'?"

Ink-face paused for a moment, then looked down at the girl below.

However, she soon realized that it was because she had a spiritual connection with Mina when she was guiding her to build the palace of knowledge that Mina was considered her older sister.

"You're alright now, little girl. And don't call me 'sister.' By human reckoning, I should be your grandmother."

Lu Yuan was speechless upon hearing this. He then stepped forward to examine the situation carefully and confirmed that the spiritual energy had subsided before speaking.

"It's really alright now, Ink. How did you do that?"

In mid-air, Ink sat with his legs crossed, holding a "noise ball" he had pulled out of Mina's head, eating it with relish.

"You don't need to know, because you wouldn't understand even if I told you. It's an ability I was born with."

Brent also showed a delighted expression upon hearing this.

"Dr. Lu, do you mean Mina will be fine after this?"

"As long as it's there, your sister should be fine," Lu Yuan said, pointing to the ink floating in the air.