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The Electronic Key given by Chu Xiyue began to heat up, and the holographic projection pointed towards the lower level, the Historical Calligraphy Exhibition Area.
As I stepped into the security checkpoint, the infrared scanner suddenly sparked, and a twenty-meter-high crystal chandelier came crashing down. The tempered glass shards scraped against the surface of the Symbiotic Vine, creating golden sparks. I slid along the display case of the Duo Bao Tower Stele, with five Resurrected Terracotta Warriors behind me—their clay bodies wrapped in mutated moss, corrosive slime dripping from their Bronze Swords.
"Warning! Symbiote energy remaining 19%!"
The system's alert echoed as I crashed into the Wang Xizhi special exhibition hall. Once my pupils adjusted to the darkness, my breath nearly stopped—every bulletproof glass panel in the exhibition hall had been melted through, and those priceless rubbings were growing on the mutated vines, resembling pale human skin hanging from a gallows. The cocoon paper of Kuai Xue Shi Qing Tie oozed crimson liquid, while the copy of Lantingji Xu that I desperately needed was being digested in a giant Nepenthes' trap.
"Exchanging for the Ink Oxygen Synthesizer requires an integrity of over 80% for the Lantingji Xu carrier," a prompt appeared on the System Light Screen. "Detected that target's gastric acid corrosion rate has reached 37%..."
The footsteps of the Terracotta Warriors echoed in the corridor. I tore off a fire axe and swung it at the Nepenthes, but the suddenly closing trap bit down on the blade. A pale yellow digestive fluid began to corrode up the axe handle; the Symbiotic Vine surged in response but withered and carbonized upon contact with the liquid.
"Oxygen concentration abnormal!"
The gas mask suddenly emitted a piercing alarm. A faint green gas sprayed from the ventilation ducts at the top of the exhibition hall; upon touching the remnants of Sang Luan Tie, the ink on the pages began to move, coalescing into a venomous snake that lunged at me.
I rolled to evade Ink Serpent's bite, my back slamming against a display case. Amidst the sound of shattering glass, Huaisu's Self-Narrative Letter scroll fell open; suddenly, its ink materialized into a ghostly figure wielding chains in mid-air.
"What is this... Stele Spirit?"
Memories from the Symbiote surged into my mind—by 2075, Quantum Imprinting Technology had been misused, causing historical obsessions contained within cultural relics to take physical form. At that moment, the copy of Lantingji Xu was wailing inside Nepenthes' stomach; Wang Xizhi's drunken obsession with writing timeless masterpieces was transforming into a tidal wave of darkness eroding reality.
As Ink Serpent wrapped around my right leg, I bit my tongue and sprayed out fluorescent blood. The instant my blood touched the ancient ink, it erupted in blinding white light; every stele in the exhibition hall trembled collectively as those imprisoned literary souls cried out in anguish.
"Detected host's blood triggering Civilization Resonance!"
Golden ripples exploded as the Nepenthes suddenly convulsed violently, ejecting a half-digested fragment of the Lantingji Xu. I lunged forward, wrapping the scroll in my coat, while a prompt flashed across my retina:
【Ink Oxygen Synthesizer】
Effect: Converts any carbon-containing substance into pure Oxygen
Side Effect: Requires the host's Brain Cells as a catalyst
As the Terracotta Warrior's Bronze Sword cleaved through the hall's entrance, I pressed the Synthesizer's activation button. The chains of Huaisu Guichai shattered with a resounding crack, transforming into a sky full of ink droplets that were drawn into the device. The Oxygen Content reading on the Display began to soar but suddenly blacked out at 18.9%—three scavengers wearing breathing masks emerged from the ventilation duct behind me, their homemade Oxygen Tanks leaking uncontrollably.
"Hand over the artifact!" shouted the leader, brandishing a flamethrower, the scorching heat singeing the stray hairs on my forehead. "Or I'll burn this pile of worthless paper to the ground!"
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