Evolving from a Mosquito

The wind blew in through the window, flipping open countless books. In the library, a beam of light spread out, pressing all the fluttering pages back into place. On the cover of one book was written “The Supreme Profound Celestial Technique,” though, of course, what was written there was not important. What mattered was that Lu Wu, who had just regained consciousness, was nearly killed by the falling book cover.

In this perilous moment, Lu Wu, freshly awake, struggled desperately; for a time, his hands, feet, and wings all flailed wildly, and he managed to take to the air at last.

Wait—wings?

Lu Wu looked down at himself.

His field of vision was filled with only three colors: purple, white, and black. He could vaguely see two slender objects before his eyes. He tried to raise his hand. A long, thin leg lifted into view.

“What... the hell?”

What sort of creature was this?

Panic-stricken, Lu Wu instinctively tried to cover his mouth. Two slender legs landed on a long, thin proboscis.

What... the hell?

What was this thing now?

Lu Wu looked up at the world before him.

Massive black bookshelves loomed, and countless black objects were impossible to make out—only their outlines could be seen. However, anything within thirty or forty centimeters was clear, and it seemed to be books. But Lu Wu dared not be certain, for these things appeared to be a thousand times larger than his own body!

What... the hell?

What were those things?

Soon enough, Lu Wu began to adjust to his new vision. He realized