Chapitre 172: Increasingly Unpredictable Events and Developments

"Ughh..." Arthur struggled to open his heavy eyelids, his breathing ragged, as though he had just sprinted a long distance.

"What was that? Was it all a dream?" He muttered in a hushed tone, squinting at the room's sky, which felt vaguely familiar.

"My bedroom?" He whispered to himself, his voice tinged with confusion, as he slowly sat up.

It was then that he realized he was in his own bed, and his eyes roamed over the surroundings, a sense of strangeness enveloping him.

"Huh? Weren't I in the reading room a moment ago?" Arthur rubbed his forehead, baffled by the sudden shift from the place where he had last seen the mysterious white book that had apparently whisked him away.

"Oh, that's right! The white book!" Arthur's eyes widened as he scanned the now empty room, devoid of any trace of the enigmatic white book.