Kaito opened his eyes to see towering shelves made of enchanted wood stretching endlessly into the distance. The air was filled with the faint scent of old parchment, mingling with the earthy aroma of ancient wood. A soft, magical hum resonated through the space, as if the books themselves were whispering secrets. He recognized this place—the inner world of a LitRPG novel with the infinite harem system.
Kaito sighed, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of his exhaustion was too much to bear. "Can I just sleep without coming here? Does the book witch miss me that much?" he muttered, frustration tinging his voice.
He squinted at the glowing titles on the shelves, each one pulsing with a life of its own, whispering secrets of their worlds. "Looks like I'm stuck here once again…"
