At Least, Not Yet

Luo Chuan looked at the thing in his hand, his expression a little strange.

It was about the size of a grape, shaped much like one, and even smelled exactly like a grape.

But Luo Chuan was certain that this thing was no ordinary grape.

"What is this? The emperor's 'fuck'? Emperor's Astonishment?" Luo Chuan eyed the thing that could, for the moment, be called a grape in his hand and asked suspiciously, "System, don't tell me you're an Imperial product?"

"...Of course not," the system replied. "Although Information Perturbation has brought about many strange things, Boss, you must remember that this book is not fanfiction at present."

"At present?"

"At present. Because even the system does not know what the author will turn it into later. That is the consequence of having no outline."

Luo Chuan: ...

What a conversation brimming with things to mock. For a moment, he did not even know where to start.

'A special fruit cultivated by the system. Consuming it can purify the soul.'

The description of the "grape" was exceedingly brief.

Luo Chuan did not have any precise understanding of the concept of the soul.

But as a transmigrator, he had gained a rough understanding from the various webnovels and film and television works he had encountered in the past.

In Luo Chuan's view, the soul ought to be something mysterious and unfathomable. Spiritual power might be connected to the soul; the soul was innate, and its strength determined the upper limit of a living being.

All of the above was Luo Chuan's wild guess.

"Purify the soul?"

Pinching the "grape" between two fingers, Luo Chuan carefully examined it before his eyes. After staring at it for a long while, he still reached the same conclusion as before—wasn't this just a grape?!

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