"The quality is insufficient."
Yu Sheng flipped open the old book on the shelf and saw only these large words on the yellowed pages.
He was stunned for a moment, then instinctively turned to the next page, only to see the same words again: The quality is insufficient.
After a slight hesitation, he continued flipping forward, finally confirming that every page of this book contained only the same repetitive content, with that phrase appearing repeatedly—
The quality is insufficient, the quality is insufficient, the quality is insufficient...
The dark, rigid fonts seemed as if they were carved onto the paper with a knife, carrying some kind of unsettling force. Perhaps it was an illusion, but Yu Sheng even felt a certain obsessive and desperate tone emanating from the pages, something... that permeated across the book, even across this old bookstore, through the entire dark alley to seep into him, bringing despair and suffocation.
