Colin felt an uncomfortable sense of unease as he stepped into the room, reminiscent of the feeling he would get as a child visiting a stranger's home.
"Thump, thump..."
His heartbeat inexplicably quickened, and he felt like a thief, but a deep breath helped him adjust considerably.
At the same time, after entering, he noticed that he could now clearly see the scattered books and some of the document content beneath his feet.
"Gene Control Theory: Selected Edition",
"Extracting and Applying the Power of Stereotypical Thoughts on Public Perception",
"Liberating Mysticism: From Beginner to...",
"Material Deconstruction and Reorganization Guidance",
"Information and Matter",
"Human Body..."...
"Some things are still unclear, but speaking of which, 'Extracting and Applying the Power of Stereotypical Thoughts on Public Perception' seems..."
Colin paused, his gaze lingering on the book, a vague inspiration flickering in his mind—
