Luo Chuan held the Magic Phone, his heart filled with countless emotions. It felt like he had only met Soul Lock not long ago, yet that guy's novel had already been published on the Magic Phone, while his own was still nowhere in sight. As the saying went, without comparison, there was no hurt. His mood was somewhat indescribable.
Forget it. No point thinking so much.
Luo Chuan shook his head, casting aside the jumble of thoughts in his mind. He refocused on the Magic Phone, intending to see how the revised version differed from what he had read before.
The diary of a former archbishop of the Endless Divine Court—just thinking about it sounded interesting.
"'The End Archbishop's Diary'..."
Luo Chuan muttered. The Magic Phone sensed his thoughts as well and automatically displayed the relevant content. From this, it seemed that typing with one's mind was not impossible after all...
What appeared on the screen was a related image. Black mist brimming with disaster, chaos, madness, and countless other negative emotions coiled at the heart of the void. Even a single image contained power enough to make one's mind tremble.
Of course, it had no effect on Luo Chuan. He had an actual godling under his command, after all!
Since photos taken by Soul Lock could be published, they clearly would not cause any substantial harm. At most, customers might feel uncomfortable after seeing them, or perhaps have nightmares at night. That was all.
The title "The End Archbishop's Diary" sat at the very top, its pure-white and peculiar lettering carrying a faintly eerie air.
Luo Chuan had yet to see a diary-themed work on the Magic Phone. His interest had successfully been piqued, and with curiosity, he began reading.
"The glow in the sky was gradually fading. Before