Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

I gripped the parchment scroll tightly in my hand, my fingertips turning white from the force.

That last line of blood-red text is etched deeply into my mind like a brand.

"I curse you with my blood..." These words carried a sinister chill, as if they came from the depths of hell.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

Gong Lin's arm still protected me firmly, and the warmth from his palm made me feel a little more at ease.

"What does this mean?" I murmured to myself, my voice trembling slightly.

"I don't know." Gong Lin's voice was low and calm. His eyes were sharp as he stared intently at the parchment in my hand, as if trying to discern some clue from it. "But one thing is certain: this is definitely not a good omen."

I nodded, carefully put the parchment away, and looked around.

We are now in the Gong family's secret library, where various books and materials accumulated by the Gong family over the generations are stored.

A faint musty smell filled the air, along with an indescribable, mysterious aura.

The tall bookshelves, like silent giants, stand quietly in the darkness, surrounding us.

“Let’s split up and look for any records of this curse,” I suggested, trying to break the suffocating silence.

Gong Lin agreed, walked to a bookshelf, and began to carefully browse through the books.

I walked in another direction, my fingers gently brushing against the spines of ancient books.

Time passed by, and the only sounds in the room besides the turning of pages were our soft breathing.

Suddenly, my hand touched a cold metal mechanism.

I instinctively pulled my hand back, but before I could react, I heard a soft "click".

Immediately afterwards, the ground beneath my feet began to tremble slightly.

"Watch out!" Gong Lin's voice was urgent. He quickly came to my side and pulled me away.

Only then did I realize that a huge crack had silently appeared in the ground where I had just been standing, revealing a dark, bottomless hole below.

A damp and chilly aura wafted from the cave entrance, carrying an unsettling, fishy stench.

“It seems there are traps set here,” Gong Lin calmly analyzed, his gaze sweeping around. “This library is much more dangerous than we imagined.”

He cautiously approached the vicinity of the mechanism and observed it carefully.

His movements were very slow, as if he were handling an extremely precious work of art.

Looking at his focused and serious profile, I felt both uneasy and at ease.

"I've found a solution," Gong Lin said softly, extending his slender fingers to slowly turn an inconspicuous metal ring on the mechanism.

"But this is only the first one."

With a "click," I heard a slight noise above my head. I looked up and was shocked to find rows of sharp barbs on the ceiling, reflecting a chilling light in the dim light.

I held my breath, staring intently at the barbs, as if they were about to fall from the sky and pierce us.

“There’s more than one trap here,” Gong Lin said, pulling my hand and slowly backing away from the traps. His gaze was fixed on the darkness ahead.

"Be careful..." He only managed to say two words before suddenly stopping, no longer speaking, but looking behind me with a meaningful gaze.

I felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier; the prolonged period of intense mental concentration had left my body exhausted.

The library was cold and damp, filled with a nauseating musty smell. I couldn't help but gag a few times, and my stomach churned violently.

Gong Lin was in no better shape. His face was pale, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his tightly pursed lips showed that he was trying his best to endure something.

The air around seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it made people feel breathless.

The towering bookshelves, the dim lighting, and the lingering eerie atmosphere all made me feel hopeless.

We are like caged beasts, unable to find a way out or see any hope.

I leaned weakly against the bookshelf, feeling as if all my strength had been drained away.

"Are we really going to be trapped here and die?" I muttered to myself, my voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

Gong Lin did not answer. He just stood there quietly, staring blankly ahead, as if he had given up the struggle.

Just when I was about to despair, my gaze fell on an inconspicuous ancient book.

It lay quietly in the corner of the bookshelf, covered with a thick layer of dust, as if it had been forgotten for hundreds of years.

I walked over as if possessed and reached out to take it down.

The book cover was plain, without any text or pictures, simply wrapped in dark red leather.

The moment I touched it, I felt a strange energy flowing from the book into my fingertips.

A thought struck me, and I quickly opened the book.

The pages were made of an unknown material that felt smooth and cool to the touch.

I don't recognize any of the characters above, but I can inexplicably understand their meaning.

"Gong Lin, look!" I exclaimed excitedly, "It records..."

Gong Lin suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

He walked quickly to my side, his eyes fixed on the ancient book in my hands.

I continued reading, my voice trembling slightly with excitement.

The contents of the book are far more complex than we imagined...

"This...this could be..." Gong Lin's voice trembled slightly. He reached out to touch the book, but stopped at the last moment.

"What's wrong?" I asked confusedly.

Gong Lin did not answer; he just stared intently at the words on the page, his expression growing increasingly solemn.

“There are more words after this,” he said in an almost whispered voice.

Gong Lin looked at me with heartache, his hand gently stroking my hair, as if comforting a frightened little animal.

The gentle touch traveled along my hair to my scalp, a tingling, numb sensation that made me feel incredibly at ease.

I leaned into his arms and could clearly hear his strong heartbeat, steady and firm, one beat after another.

His embrace was warm and firm, enveloping me tightly. It was his love and care that belonged only to him, like a ray of warm light in this cold and oppressive library, dispelling much of the chill.

I turned my attention back to the ancient book and continued to decipher the text.

As we delved deeper into the story, we discovered some clues to breaking the curse.

In that instant, joy surged into my heart like a tidal wave, and I saw a happy expression on Gong Lin's face as well.

Those complex and difficult-to-understand words now seemed to have become a ladder to victory, each word shining brightly, bringing us one step closer to the truth.

However, we all know that this is just the beginning.

I exchanged a glance with Gong Lin, and in his eyes I saw determination and resolve.

He held my hand tightly, and the warmth and strength of his palm filled me with fighting spirit.

We know that there is still a long way to go and many more challenges ahead.

Gong Lin silently memorized the clues from the ancient book, then pulled me along and walked deeper into the library.

His steps were firm and powerful, each step seeming to be a declaration of war against unknown dangers.

I followed behind him, silently praying that we could find the next key item successfully.

At this moment, the surrounding darkness seemed to deepen, as if countless eyes were watching our every move...

The next clue recorded in the ancient book points to an ancient stone statue deep within the library.

Following the clues, we passed through layers of bookshelves and finally found the long-forgotten stone statue in the deepest corner.

It stood there quietly, like a silent guardian, protecting the secret behind it.

The stone statue depicts a kind-looking old man holding a book in his hands.

According to ancient records, the book held in the hands of this stone statue is the key item we are looking for.

I carefully approached the stone statue, reached out, and gently brushed the dust off the book.

The book cover is very simple and unadorned, bearing only the marks of time.

I gently took the book from the statue's hand.

At that moment, I felt as if the air around me had become much lighter, and the oppressive atmosphere had dissipated.

I was overjoyed.

Gong Lin also came over. He looked at the book in my hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"We did it!" His voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

I nodded and eagerly opened the book.

The pages were made of an unknown material that felt smooth and cool to the touch.

There were no words on the pages, only ancient pictures.

I carefully observed each picture, trying to find some clues.

Gong Lin also came over and studied the drawings with me.

Time passed by, and we were immersed in these ancient paintings, as if we were in another world.

Suddenly, my gaze fell on the last page of illustrations.

This picture is completely different from the previous ones. It depicts a dark abyss filled with all sorts of bizarre monsters, baring their fangs and claws as if they were about to burst out of the picture and devour us.

My heart sank suddenly, and a sense of unease welled up inside me.

I quickly turned the book over and carefully examined the back.

On the back of the book, I found a mysterious inscription.

I don't recognize any of these characters, but I can sense a powerful force within them, a terrifying force.

"What is this?" My voice trembled slightly.

Gong Lin also saw this text, and his expression instantly became serious.

"This... seems to be an ancient incantation."

"A spell?" My heart sank.

Gong Lin didn't speak; he just stared intently at the text, his brows furrowed, as if deep in thought.

“Gong Lin, look…” I pointed to the last line of text, my voice low, “There seems to be a name engraved here…”

Gong Lin looked in the direction I was pointing, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"This...this is..." His voice trembled slightly, as if he had seen something terrifying.

"Yes... is my name..."