The Magic Library: The Keeper's Path to Immortality at the End of the World

The stench of mold was so awful Gu Zhao wanted to swear, his eyes practically rolling back into his head.

With a sudden spring, he shot up from the hard wooden bed. His head throbbed so badly that his mouth twisted in pain.

He looked up. The walls were full of dents and cracks, and the cobwebs in the corners hung as thick as curtains. The whole room reeked of decay.

“Where the heck am I?” Gu Zhao rubbed his temples and tried hard to remember.