"How is your story coming along?" Luo Chuan asked.
These past few days, whenever Yao Ziyan had nothing to do, she would take out her Magic Phone and write the story of Glory.
Yao Ziyan shook her head, looking somewhat troubled. "Creating an entirely new world is much harder than I imagined."
Luo Chuan understood. She had run into a creative bottleneck.
"Perhaps you should relax a little," Luo Chuan suggested.
"Mhm." Yao Ziyan nodded, then suddenly thought of something. "Oh, right, Boss. Some customers asked me to ask whether they can upload their own works to Origin Reading."
"They can." Luo Chuan nodded.
Origin Reading was originally a reading application. It would certainly be rather strange if it contained only the one novel Luo Chuan had published.
"Alright, I'll tell them." Yao Ziyan took out her Magic Phone and sent a message in the group chat.
'On Origin Reading, everyone can publish their own works.'
The moment Yao Ziyan sent the message, the customers in the group chat instantly shifted the topic of conversation.
'Good evening, Sister Yao Ziyan.'
'I'm looking forward to what new novels will appear tomorrow.'
'Actually, when Origin Reading had just launched, I was inspired to write a little too.'
'And then? Don't keep us in suspense!'
'It was too terrible to bear looking at, so I destroyed it outright.'
Similar messages kept appearing on the screen.
A new era of literature in another world had thus begun to unfurl.
"Shall we go take a look around Orlan?" Luo Chuan asked.
"Sure." Yao Ziyan agreed with a smile.
The dark space was utterly silent, as though time itself had ceased to flow here.
A flat surface resembling water, rippling in waves, suddenly appeared, carrying a peculiar spatial fluctuation.
Two figures passed through the "water's surface"