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Why?
Why did things turn out like this?
Just moments ago, Fors was happily eating dessert and singing, even pondering whether she should add a layer of clothing because of the cold weather, and using that as an excuse to pester Xio into making her a hot coffee. Now, she stood nervously by the sofa, her head bowed, as quiet as a quail.
On the sofa opposite her sat a person Fors was already extremely familiar with, who was unhurriedly reading the initial draft of her new book, which she had just begun.
On the surface, there was nothing wrong with this scene, but Fors felt like she was done for.
There was no other reason, mainly because the manuscript Rudy was reading was not her previous one, but a new book she had recently been unable to resist starting.
If only I had known Rudy was coming, I wouldn't have left this manuscript on the table… Fors regretted silently in her heart, wishing at that moment that time could flow backward.
As she was so scared she wished she could bury her head in the dirt, Lin Ruo finished reading the manuscript in his hand. He looked up, smiling gently and brightly at Fors, and said:
"Well written. An Evil God and the maiden He saved, a very interesting story."
Hearing this, Fors couldn't help but steal a glance at Lin Ruo, and seeing his gentle smile, she was momentarily stunned.
He didn't notice?
Just as she thought this, before Fors could even breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Lin Ruo continue:
"So, my story gave you inspiration?"
Ahhhhhhhhh, he really noticed!
I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!
Fors froze instantly, terrified. His will to survive was stronger than ever before, and he stammered an explanation: "Although, although your experience gave me inspiration, the character prototypes are not you and Mr. Fool. I completely made up the characters…"
Listening to Fors's explanation, Lin Ruo was noncommittal. He could, of course, tell that although the story might have been inspired by him, the character prototypes were not him and the The Fool.
To be honest, Lin Ruo wasn't angry about this. Not to mention that this story didn't use him as a character prototype, and it wasn't even fanfiction. Even if it did, as a veteran author who had been shipped by enthusiastic readers in Bungo Stray Dogs, Lin Ruo also felt that fanfiction was like a floating cloud to him.
Fanfiction, who hasn't written it?
Would he say that before his Transmigration, he had written fanfiction about Salted Fish and Miss 1.5 meters?
Oh, and World and Justice, Sharron and Maric.
So, actually not angry at all, just deliberately scaring her, Lin Ruo then placed the manuscript on the table, looked at Fors, who was clearly already imagining her 108 ways to die, and then said: "A novel of this genre, the publishing house probably won't let you pass."
After all, this was a world with True Gods. Although the religious environment wasn't that strict, a novel that openly slandered deities, even fictional ones, would be difficult for the public to accept.
"Uh, I know. I didn't plan to publish it. I just wrote it for fun because my hands were itching. Maybe I won't even write many chapters…"
Fors clearly hadn't adapted to Lin Ruo's Jumping way of thinking, but she still answered honestly, cautiously observing Lin Ruo's expression.
Doesn't seem angry?
Although she suspected her observation was for nothing, Fors still couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Have you considered changing the Evil God to another avenger?" Lin Ruo suggested with a smile.
Well, he admitted that even though the story's inspiration came from him, which made people complain, this story, which had absolutely nothing to do with him, was still good and made him a little interested in reading on.
And as long as the Evil God's character setting was changed, Lin Ruo could declare that this story had absolutely no relation to him.
"Another avenger?" Fors was stunned. The desire of a writer at this moment overcame her cautiousness, making her ask: "What kind of avenger?"
"You should have read 'The Count of Monte Cristo Returns'. You can refer to that Count of Monte Cristo." Lin Ruo suggested with a smile.
"The Count of Monte Cristo, the returning avenger, a count who is a nobleman on the surface but has another identity in secret, and a maiden who has lost everything. The count saved the maiden, initially just out of empathy and wanting a suitable tool, never expecting to fall in love with the maiden later. However, although the maiden regarded the count as a god, this feeling was not love at first…" The more Fors spoke, the brighter her eyes became, clearly having found inspiration.
Very good, sufficiently melodramatic. Following this trend, a story of sweet torture, deeply painful love, and heartbreak is inevitable.
"You can write these down. Inspiration is a very precious thing." Lin Ruo picked up the tea that Salted Fish Fors had tremblingly made for him earlier on the table and reminded her.
Hearing this, Salted Fish Fors, now free of worries, immediately picked up her pen and started writing. Lin Ruo patiently drank his tea and waited for her. When Fors had completely recorded her inspiration, her face flushed with excitement, Lin Ruo suddenly said:
"I hope to see your new book before the end of this year."
Fors instantly froze, her face turning pale. She looked at Lin Ruo in disbelief, losing her voice as she said:
"But, but there are only two months left until New Year."
"I believe in your potential." Lin Ruo said unhurriedly, his smile still warm and bright, but in Fors's eyes, it was like a devil's. "You must believe in yourself too."
But I don't believe in myself! Who can write a book in two months!
Fors was still screaming inwardly, but on the surface, she still had to force a smile and say, "Can I write a short story?"
"No less than 100,000 words." Lin Ruo said, taking another sip of tea. Although corrupted by Roselle, this world had not yet entered the era of web novels, so the word count required for novels was relatively low.
"One hundred thousand…" Fors swayed, almost falling down. Her smile was uglier than crying as she said:
"If I don't finish it…"
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, at most I'll let you experience social death." Lin Ruo said with a smile. Because of Roselle, the term 'social death' existed in this world.
You might as well just beat me up!
Fors was already in a state of self-isolation.
After she had been in a state of self-isolation for some time, Lin Ruo finally said: "Alright, we've finished with the trivial matters. Let's talk about the main business."
"Regarding your meeting with your future teacher tomorrow, I have a small task for you. If you can complete it, I will not only give you appropriate compensation, but I can also extend the deadline for your new book by a few months."
"Really?" Fors's eyes lit up instantly, escaping her self-isolated state.
"Of course…" Lin Ruo took a sip of tea and said: "Your task is very simple. If your new teacher whom you are meeting tomorrow is named Dorian, I hope you can subtly bring up the topic of the Angel of Judgment in front of him."
"You should know the relationship between the Angel of Judgment and the Abraham Family."
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