"Boss, do you know this customer called Soul Lock?"
Beside the counter, Norika, with black hair and black eyes, rested her chin on her hand. She was still wearing that black gown with an aristocratic air.
Come to think of it, did she only own this one outfit?
The thought flashed through Luo Chuan's mind.
Of course, it was merely a passing thought. He would never actually ask.
Perhaps the dress was some sort of magical artifact, right? It would not get dirty at all.
Besides, Norika was a high-ranking sea clan member, with cultivation in the Dao Inquiry realm...
Countless thoughts ran through Luo Chuan's mind, but his expression barely changed. "You could say I know him."
"If you know him, you know him. If you don't, you don't. What do you mean, 'you could say'?" Norika could not help muttering under her breath.
Luo Chuan did not mind. "By the way, what did he say?"
"I sent him a message as you instructed, Boss. It seems he has already decided to do it," Norika answered.
Luo Chuan nodded lightly.
Good. Everything was progressing in the direction he had anticipated.
Forget all those gods' plans. What was the point of stirring up trouble compared with writing novels?
His goal was to recruit every member of the Endless Divine Court and lock them in System Space to write novels!
Only those who performed well would earn their freedom.
Those who performed poorly, slacked off, or fished around during working hours would have to stay inside.
They would not even get food.
...Come to think of it, was that a little too capitalistic?
No.
He was giving those Transcendents who had strayed onto the wrong path a chance to turn over a new leaf.
That was right. Exactly.
"Why does Boss