"Interested in writing a novel?"
Soul Lock looked at the huge eyeball before him, his tone brimming with temptation. In his view, writing novels was indeed full of fun.
Black Scale was somewhat dumbfounded.
Was this really the Soul Lock he knew? He simply could not understand the things Soul Lock was saying. What had he experienced during the time he disappeared? Just how much influence had that being called the Boss exerted on him?
In Black Scale's heart, Origin Mall had already become a colossal force no weaker than the Endless Divine Court—perhaps even more mysterious and terrifying.
"A novel is written words that tell a story, right?" Black Scale decided to go along with Soul Lock's words. Mainly because he could not beat him right now; if he refused, who knew what Soul Lock might do?
"Exactly." Soul Lock nodded.
Black Scale pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized something: how could he possibly write novels? He had never had the slightest interest in such things. In his eyes, he might as well go outside and stir up some trouble with that time.
"I can't." Black Scale finally said after holding it in for a while.
"I figured." Soul Lock was not surprised. With a casual rub of his hands, black mist condensed into a Crystal Panel with words displayed across its surface. A simple reading device was thus complete.
For an existence at Soul Lock's level, creating an item capable of recording and displaying written information was effortless.
"There are several dozen books in there. Take your time reading them." Soul Lock casually tossed the Black Mist Crystal over. It was something he could make with a wave of his hand anyway, so he did not mind helping Black Scale a little in this regard. After all,