Choosing a World Requires Caution, Dear

Headache.

Chen Feng pondered for a moment, suddenly thinking that perhaps someone knew.

Who?!

Wang Chun's eyes lit up.

The author of this book!

Chen Feng pointed to the world.

Wasn't this adapted?

Wang Chun was speechless.

Then go find the author of the adaptation.

Chen Feng said indifferently.

How is that possible?

Wang Chun gave a bitter smile.

Authors who wrote smut were the hardest to find.

The reason was very simple -- the river crab army, the irregular river crab armies sweeping through every month, every week, or every year, were the biggest threat to smut authors!

So.

Those smutty contents were all scattered, and whether they changed their pen names or platforms was a common occurrence; you couldn't even find their pen names!

Find the author in real life?

Nonexistent!

Even the cyber police couldn't find them...

Oh.

Not to mention, in this troubled world.

Those smut novels might have been written by some little otaku hiding in the lowest-level slums, and the day after finishing them, there was a high chance he would just kick the bucket right there.

And now, having gone through the ancient descent... the descent of gods... the sinful era of Ye, the glorious era of Chen Feng, the control era of Luo Yuan, the chaotic era after the communicators were damaged, and now, the special era of either being under Ye's subordinates or fleeing to the other half of the world!

As an ordinary person?

Could they really hold on for so long?

He didn't know.

Perhaps.

That author had kicked the bucket long ago.

How do you know if you don't look?

Chen Feng laughed. Right on time, I am best at this sort of thing!

Swish!

Light and shadow flowed.

Luck Aura -- activate!

Didn't you say you couldn't