Horns on Her Head

Listening to them talk about the plot, Qin Luming was reminded of his own novel-writing spree.

Fairy Jiang also made some requests. Just as Zhou Nan asked Ma Shilong to continue writing "My Wife Is the Empress of Zhou," Fairy Jiang also asked Qin Luming to continue writing, hoping to generate Divine Particles fluctuations that would influence certain events.

Qin Luming stood in the kitchen, pondering his next ideas and plot development. Passing through the living room, he glanced at Zuozuo and Caicai, who were standing on the balcony licking each other's ice cream, and couldn't help but smile. Then he returned to his study and sat down at his computer.

My fingers tapped aimlessly on the keyboard a few times before I remembered that my custom keyboard hadn't shipped yet. "A workman must first sharpen his tools if he wants to do his work well," I thought, and decided to check out the keyboard and mouse peripherals first. Especially since this mouse felt a bit too light. I had spare mice, but none of them were quite right for me. I'd gone through so much trouble, switching from wired to wireless and back to wired again. Even now, using two custom mice simultaneously, it still didn't feel perfect.

"What are you doing?"

Qin Luming heard the voice behind him, turned around, and found that Fairy Jiang had been standing behind him at some point.

The problem that made Qin Luming instinctively stand up was that Fairy Jiang was no longer holding her staff, but instead hugging the Primordial Divinity Particle Ball to her chest, as if she were hugging a pillow or a doll.

"I'm planning to write a novel," Qin Luming replied.

"Writing should be a combination of emotion and reason. You should pour your feelings into the writing process, but you can't let your emotions run wild. But I feel that you were clearly in a casual, aimless mode of behavior just now." Fairy Jiang looked at Qin Luming suspiciously.

"Preparation, this is just preparation." Qin Luming quickly opened the WPS document.

"From now on, you must cultivate my image as an iron-fisted ruler, a tall and majestic king," Fairy Jiang said solemnly.

Qin Luming glanced back at Fairy Jiang again. He was writing a slice-of-life urban novel; where was he going to find a setting of iron-fisted rule?

As for the image of a tall and majestic king, that would be a little easier to handle, but it would also mean changing the character settings, which Qin Luming was actually unwilling to do.

"I want to be three meters tall... maybe five meters," Fairy Jiang made another request.

So that's how tall he is... Qin Luming couldn't understand. "Aren't you the God King? Can't you control your height? You can transform!"

"What stands before you now is the form of my original existence. Even if I temporarily transform, it doesn't mean my essence has truly changed. However, in the written setting, you can simply find any reason to make me grow taller, and the form will be fixed. Perhaps at some point it can be projected into reality, influencing my essence."

Qin Luming saw her trying to stand on tiptoe to appear taller and nodded knowingly. Short people often have this fantasy, but he never expected that God King who could travel through worlds would have such a down-to-earth idea.

As for the original form, Qin Luming didn't quite understand. It probably meant something like the original body, like how many demons can transform into various forms, but in the end, they all return to their original form after being dealt with.

"If I were five meters tall... I'd also need two horns on my head, preferably with circles around them, but they could be extended to unleash lightning in battle, and normally they'd be curled up." Fairy Jiang continued to envision her "tall and majestic kingly image."

"You're five meters tall, so the horns on your head can't be too short, right?"

"Two meters is enough when you stretch it out."

"If you become like this, you'll only be able to stay in the living room from now on. You can still move around a bit in the living room, so you won't break the roof, but you won't be able to go anywhere else." Qin Luming was very receptive. After a brief moment of surprise at this request, he rationally pointed out the inappropriateness of the situation, rather than trying pointlessly to understand why she wanted to become like this.

Qin Luming believed that Fairy Jiang's comments about Zuozuo and Caicai actually applied to herself as well.

After a moment's thought, Fairy Jiang said, "This is just a concept and an experiment. I may not necessarily become like that immediately. Even if I do, it means you can indeed influence me through this fluctuation. The issue of how to adapt to the environment is not important."

"Alright... may I ask, but never mind, I won't." Qin Luming held back.

Fairy Jiang knew what Qin Luming wanted to ask, and her eyes flashed with anger. "On the battlefield, those invaders from other worlds often ignored me. Even when I exuded the aura of God King, they looked around suspiciously, thinking I was just a puppet or something. They exclaimed in surprise: 'When did such a powerful being appear in the Divine Kingdom? A mere puppet exudes the aura of God King!'"

Hearing her imitation of the tone at the end, Qin Luming quickly turned his head away and patted his cheeks to avoid laughing out loud.

"Are powerful beings from the Divine Kingdom of your size really that rare?" Qin Luming asked curiously. So these invaders from other worlds judge people by their appearance? Aren't God King supposed to exude overwhelming aura that makes them impossible to ignore? Qin Luming remembered that in any novel, when top-tier powerhouses were about to display their strength and unleash their full power, their bodies were as dazzling as daylight, radiating an aura of unparalleled prestige.

"I am an exception, and the stronger the vitality, the larger the size. This is a common phenomenon in all worlds. For example, in the Guarding Land adjacent to mine, there is another God King Peacock Great Wisdom King. He usually appears as an ordinary middle-aged man, about five meters tall. However, King of Passionate Love has seen his true form, a giant peacock that can spread its wings and soar through the sky. If he were to fly over your territory, the wind generated by his wings alone would cause a catastrophic tsunami for you." Fairy Jiang gestured with her arms outstretched.

The Primordial Divinity Particle Ball fell to the ground, which she picked up, dusted off non-existent dust, and continued to hold in her arms.

Qin Luming's heart nearly jumped out of his throat. Was this thing really a black hole? Compared to this, the Peacock Great Wisdom King causing a tsunami with a flap of its wings was nothing!

"That's his original form; the ordinary middle-aged man image is just a disguise." Fairy Jiang looked at Qin Luming's keyboard. "He can't change his original form either. The exploration we're about to undertake is unprecedented. If we succeed, I can bestow upon you the title of Keyboard Divine General. This thing is called a keyboard, right? I saw you clicking on similar things just now; they're all called keyboards."

"Thank you," Qin Luming said politely, knowing he would decline when the day actually came.

"Then begin writing. Since I am the God King, you must express my domineering aura." Fairy Jiang's expression turned serious again. "Like 'cute,' 'cute girl,' 'sweet fragrance,' 'fair and delicate skin,' 'soft and charming figure,' 'long legs,' 'slender waist'—these have been used before, but such insulting words and descriptions are absolutely forbidden."

Qin Luming's cheeks flushed. He'd rather die than write that again in front of you... But if "cute" is considered an insult, how can he possibly write it?

That's right, from now on she'll be a five-meter-tall demon king with horns on her head, not cute at all.