**Chapter 1666 – Revert**
Three suspicious figures clad in yellow robes entered the library in Cando City. They approached the bookshelves and searched thoroughly but seemed unable to find what they were looking for.
“Why isn’t it here? Are they sure they put it here?” one of the robed figures asked.
“I don’t know. I’ll contact them,” another replied. He placed the index finger of his right hand on his temple, as if establishing contact with a distant entity.
After a moment, he raised his head. “They said it was already on the shelf, and that it’s invisible to anyone but us. It’s also said that anyone who opens it will instantly descend into madness.”
“It’s clearly not here! Those damn Black Goat cultists are completely unreliable!” the first figure exclaimed indignantly.
“Is it possible that someone knew about our transaction and was aware of the script’s danger? They might have sealed it and taken it away from the start,” the second figure mused.
The eyes of the other two brightened. After a moment of thought, they said, “That’s very likely. It must have been our rivals. But who could it be?”
“Could it be those Deep Ones? Let me try to revert the scene,” one of the robed figures said. The dark yellow sashes on his body fluttered, creating a gentle, pale yellow breeze around him.
As the breeze blew, a yellow light emanated from a bookshelf. It was the shape of a book. The first robed figure exclaimed, “We’ve wronged the Black Goat believers. They did indeed place the script here.”
“But someone must have taken it afterward. Very likely our enemy. We have to find them. Let’s extend the reversion time a bit further,” the third robed figure stated.
“Alright,” the second robed figure waved his hand. The wind picked up speed slightly, as if time were accelerating. However, the library’s scenery remained largely unchanged, indicating how quiet the place was.
Suddenly, the image distorted and became filled with interference. Faintly, countless winged insects could be seen flying everywhere among the bookshelves. A horrifying, unspeakable monster appeared before the shelves.
Its entire body was composed of countless tentacles, eyes, and feathers, exuding a bizarre sense of holiness. As it appeared, muffled sacred songs echoed around.
“Ah!” The three robed figures instantly clutched their heads. Numerous writhing tentacles fell from beneath their hoods and robes. These tentacles were even rotting and breaking, still wriggling like snakes on the ground.
The yellow wind became uncontrollable, knocking over all the surrounding bookshelves. Books scattered everywhere, and the image shattered and vanished.
They panted for a long moment before regaining their composure. The tentacles on the ground spontaneously combusted and disappeared without a trace. The three robed figures got up, looked at each other, and exchanged bewildered glances.
“It’s definitely a high-dimensional existence, or perhaps an Outer God or a Kin of the Old Ones!” the first robed figure immediately hypothesized.
“Damn it, the image was heavily distorted. It has counter-reconnaissance capabilities!” the second robed figure gritted his teeth. His reversion wind had been broken, and he had suffered the most backlash.
“Don’t try to pry any further. Such an existence might sense you just by you attempting to divine it,” the third robed figure warned.
“Then what do we do? We haven’t found the script. How do we explain this to the troupe?” the first robed figure asked, exasperated.
“There’s nothing we can do. This is beyond our capabilities. We’ll collect clues and report back to the troupe,” the third robed figure said helplessly.
“Then I’ll check the administrator’s memory. Maybe there’s some useful intelligence,” the second robed figure said, walking towards the front desk. They had hypnotized the administrator when they entered, and he was still sleeping there.
After a while, the robed figure returned. His companions looked at him. He shook his head. “The relevant memories have been erased. The perpetrator is a veteran. This was definitely planned, but they left behind twenty copper coins.”
“Twenty copper coins? Can we track them through the coins?” the first robed figure, who seemed the youngest and most reckless, asked.
“Are you tired of living? The perpetrator erased memories but left behind coins. This is clearly a trap. Did you forget how we almost lost control just by glancing at the reverted scene? If you want to die, go ahead and touch what they left. They have a million ways to kill you,” the third robed figure sternly warned.
Recalling the unspeakable monster they had seen in the reverted scene, they all felt a chill and fell silent.
Seeing the heavy atmosphere, the second robed figure chuckled. “However, as a trap, it’s too obvious. Anyone with a bit of experience wouldn’t fall for it. And twenty copper coins is too expensive for a mere book here, yet far too cheap for a script. It’s almost like a joke.”
“Perhaps they left it casually, thinking some fool like them might touch it without thinking. As for the exact amount of twenty coins, maybe it’s to satisfy some occult symbolism or a special arrangement,” the third robed figure suggested.
“There are no more clues here. Let’s head back. We were on the verge of madness; we need to perform to maintain ourselves. We should hurry and apply to the troupe,” the second robed figure said. He was the most affected and was eager to return.
The other two didn’t object. With a wave of their hands, a mysterious force restored the fallen bookshelves and scattered books to their original positions, erasing any trace of their presence. Then, the three robed figures left.
As Older Brother Jayad and I walked out of a bookstore, Older Brother Jayad looked up in a certain direction with a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong, Older Brother?” I asked.
“I just felt like someone was watching me, but they’re gone now,” Older Brother Jayad said.
“Is it Rodrigo? Is he spying on you?” I immediately switched to telepathic communication. If Older Brother Jayad could sense Rodrigo’s gaze, it would give us considerable leverage.
“Plausibly not. It was a rather familiar and friendly aura. I even greeted them. But it’s strange, I shouldn’t have any friends. And then it vanished instantly. Who could it be?” Jayad lowered his head in thought.
When did he greet them? I hadn’t noticed. After a moment, Older Brother Jayad looked up. “Perhaps it was just my imagination. Never mind, let’s continue searching for books.”
“I don’t want to look anymore. We’ve searched five bookstores, and there’s no relevant information. Even the owners only know a little. It seems only the scriptures of the Dawn Church would record this, but such dark history would surely be classified. As an auxiliary believer, they definitely wouldn’t let you see it,” I said, feeling exhausted.
“Are we giving up then? Should I go to the church and try to steal it?” Older Brother Jayad asked, his first thought being to steal.
“It’s alright. I have another method, but you don’t need to be involved in this one. Let’s go home first,” I said with a confident smile.
