When Today's Expression was calm, Roland charged forward.
He slashed at its face with his sword, and at that moment, its expression switched to anger as it fully took the blow.
Lazy? Quickly retreat.
Its expression shifted to joy, and in that instant of joy, Hod circled behind it. Grabbing its cloak, she flipped it up from the bottom.
Inside the cloak wasn't bloody flesh, but an ordinary little girl.
When she saw that her appearance was completely exposed, she shyly tried to snatch her cloak back from Hod.
At this moment, she seemed to have no attack power, just struggling like a child.
"Hey, Mr. Roland, catch!"
Hod threw the cloak upward to Roland. Roland raised his hand and caught it easily.
Roland, taking advantage of his height, held it above his head, making the child jump around him but unable to reach the cloak.
"Boo hoo, ah, give it back!"
"Come on, come get it!"
Roland's expression now... how to put it, a bit lecherous.
Hod watched the two of them and laughed, her antennae bending and swaying.
After a while, Hod spoke up.
"See, you don't need this suit to express your emotions."
Today's Expression heard Hod's voice and looked back. It seemed Hod said something.
"I said you don't need to rely on this suit to express your feelings. Human expressions are very rich. You don't need to hide your emotions. And these five expressions can't represent your normal state. Look, just now you were angry and shy, right? In life, there are also excitement, surprise, and many other expressions."
"Look at my antennae. A friend modified them for me, saying they help me express my feelings, because in the past, I was also shy and not good at expressing myself. But we don't need to rely on external objects. Show everyone your true self, show your heart."
Today's Expression was stunned by Hod's words, and Hod took its hand, holding it and saying,
"Can you tell me your real name?"
"I... My name is Miwubai."
As her voice faded, the world gradually dissipated. Hod and Roland left the world of the book.
Roland complained,
"Why so sudden?"
Hod thought to herself,
"Miwubai? That's a nice name, a bit like mine."
"So this counts as suppression?"
"It should. Its emotional page has been extracted."
"Then I'll go wander around."
"Mm, goodbye, Mr. Roland."
Hod looked at the book of the shy Abnormality, but the nature of the book seemed to have changed; it was no longer an Abnormality book.
After leaving the Literature Floor, Roland began to wander aimlessly again.
As he walked, he tripped over a branch again.
"Damn it. Where am I now? Back in the Art Floor?"
"Since I'm here, as they say,'since I'm here, might as well stay.'"
"Hey, Net, are you there?"
"Ah, Roland. Want a drink?"
Net drunkenly handed Roland a bottle of alcohol.
"What's this? Alcohol? There's alcohol in The Library?"
"This is The Library, born from the Light of Possibility. Light has the power to shape matter. With books, anything can be created. Everything is possible."
"Did you properly sort the books I brought?"
Net nodded toward a pile of books.
"Really sorted? Those books are all jumbled together. What kind of sorting is that?"
"Come on, have a sip."
"Huh? Hahaha, you're a good friend. Then I'll oblige and take a small sip."
"Ah, awesome!"
"I never thought I could drink alcohol in The Library."
"I missed this so much~ The carbonation bubbles melting on my tongue, and that refreshing feeling in my throat."
"Like it?"
"Hehe, love it~"
"By the way, how's the work going?"
"Just okay. I've been doing it, but that doesn't mean I'm satisfied with the current job."
"Really? What part do you dislike the most?"
"Having to take others' lives with my own hands."
"Otherwise, you'd be the one dead."
"That's the reason I have to force myself to fight, so I feel bad about it. If this continues, I'll only kill more people with these hands. Saints or scum, no matter how trashy a person is, they have the will to live."
"Ah, I understand what you mean, but even outside, it's the same. To protect yourself from harm, sometimes you have to choose to harm others. Only by taking others' lives can you preserve your own existence. It's obvious, isn't it?"
"By the way, old man, where are you from? The Nest or the Backstreets?"
"I can't remember clearly. I'm a bit drunk, but I did work at Lobotomy Corporation for a while."
"Oh, working in such a high-class company, your life must have been pretty good."
"You really think so?"
"Of course. The Wings of the World has great salaries and benefits. Joining them elevates your social status. People are envious."
"Yeah, that's what people think. Anyway, forget about that now. Let's just drink."
"Hehe~ Let's hurry and drink while we can!"
"Another round. Let's drink until we're drunk, brothers."
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At that moment, Ayou came looking for Roland.
"Hey, Roland, Angela wants you to organize the books."
"Ayou, you're here? Have a drink."
Ayou looked at the bottle Roland handed him, confused.
"I... I don't drink. She wants you to organize the books, and then..."
"I'll go later. Come on, have a sip with your buddy."
"I really can't drink."
Roland put his arm around Ayou's neck and said,
"Just one cup, as a favor to your brother. Okay? Just one."
"Alright, just one."
Ayou took the cup from Roland and downed the alcohol.
Ayou's cheeks immediately turned red.
Ayou said from the heart,
"Awesome!!!"
"See, I told you alcohol is a good thing. It makes you happy."
"Come on, everyone drink together."
"Didn't you say just one cup?"
"Just kidding. I'm great at drinking."
"Roland, let me tell you about Angela. Back at the company, she used to wear a secretary outfit."
Net, also drunk, chimed in,
"Ah, I wonder what Ayou was thinking back then. He clearly wasn't Carmen. You don't know how he dressed..."
Roland said with some fear,
"Is it really okay to talk about him like that?"
Ayou patted his chest and said,
"Don't worry. When I came, he was reading over there, not doing anything, not looking this way. If you ask me, the Director's little skirt now isn't bad either."
Roland heard this and said,
"Ah, I'm wide awake now. You mention that, and I'm not sleepy anymore. Back then, my wife dressed way too conservatively, nothing exposed. And my brother-in-law, he always looked at me with disdain."
////////
The three of them got dead drunk.
When even the tree branches began to droop, the ground was piled with beer cans.
"Look at this Ayou, he's so weak. See, he can't handle it, he's collapsed."
Roland pointed at Ayou, who had fallen aside.
"Uh, you too, burp, let's keep drinking."
"Hey, Roland, I've got something good here."
"What good thing?"
"Something even better."
Net opened his hand and produced a small box containing a green liquid.
"Even better stuff?"
Roland stared at the green liquid.
"Ah, let's do it, brothers, bottoms up!"
After both of them used the Nectars, they fell straight to the ground and went still.
The three of them lay on the ground in very strange positions.
After a while, Angela noticed,
"Why haven't they come yet?"
She looked over and saw Angela.exe has stopped working.
"Three drunkards in broad daylight? Are they kidding me? How did they get amnesia? And they like alcohol now?"
Angela teleported over, looked at the pile of beer bottles on the ground, kicked them aside, and walked up to the three of them.
Then she looked at the small box.
"What's this? Nectars? I remember hiding them well. How did it know they were there?"
Angela thought for a moment, then covered her head in exasperation and complained,
"I see. It was his own private stash."
"Ah, no choice."
Angela snapped her fingers and conjured a bed.
Then she gestured and tossed the three of them onto it.
"Three lunatics. I really can't with you guys."