Writers and the Uninvited Guest

Han Dong stood by the window.

He watched as Cas and Sophia successfully left the mansion.

Lightly touch the ' Crow's Mark ' on the back of your hand.

A shadowy figure flickered, and the Bird-beak Doctor's attire enveloped Han Dong's entire body.

Venture deep into the secret passage to the Third Floor of the West Building – the [Creation Room].

In the 'foggy environment', the Lesser Demon Eye actually seems to be a bit 'in the way'.

The thick white fog was so dense that even Han Dong, who had activated his Lesser Demon Eye, couldn't see the road clearly.

Moreover, the tentacles, which were both real and illusory, would also distract Han Dong.

After careful observation, Han Dong that the tentacles were just an illusion made of mist and posed no great danger. To facilitate movement, he temporarily shut down the [Lesser Demon Eye].

Normal vision.

There was only a little white mist clinging to the ground inside the secret passage, which wouldn't cause much disturbance.

It is precisely this in-depth approach.

From an architectural perspective, the East Building and the West Building are separated only by a three-meter-thick wall.

However, due to its design, this secret passage twists and turns, resulting in a length of tens of meters... seemingly deliberately increasing the time required to reach the Third Floor floor of the west building.

During his walk, Han Dong carried a portable kerosene lamp for illumination.

"Sister Wino ... What is the role of the profession of writer? It seems to hold a very high status in the Holy City."

"You didn't know that? Let me explain it to you briefly... In private, writers are also known as 'communicators'."

"Communicator?"

"That's right. Not just anyone who writes something can be called a 'writer.' Only those with extraordinary talent on Mental Plane can be included in the ranks of 'writers.'"

The role of a writer is mainly twofold.

First, communicate with the ' Destiny Space '.

Through their own talents, they are often able to create articles that reveal the secrets of the Destiny Space.

Sometimes, they can even write storylines that correspond to Destiny Event, greatly increasing the knights' chances of survival in high-difficulty dungeons.

This kind of targeted story creation consumes a lot of the writer's energy, and is only aimed at Destiny Event involving knights and above.

In addition, the former Writers Association, together with the Bell Tower, also compiled a ' Destiny Codex ', which included the corresponding titles of all events, and this is of great significance to the understanding of the Destiny Space.

Secondly, some writers with exceptional perception can even, in their sleep at night, combine creative inspiration with their own dreams to transcend the city walls in a high-dimensional way, without being detected by life outside the city.

It provides us with very intuitive intelligence about areas outside the city, and gives us early warnings of some dangerous situations.

For example, last month, a core member of the Writers Association discovered through a dream that there was a newly built Corruptor's Nest in a mountain valley nearly four kilometers west of the city wall.

Upon receiving the information, the Knight Order decisively launched an attack, annihilating the high-level life form that was still in its development stage and an unstable Spatial Rift.

Once a higher-level life form transforms the Spatial Rift into a portal, and the lair is complete, it will pose a tremendous threat to the Holy City.

"Communicating with destiny, dreaming beyond the city walls!? Is this what a writer is all about?"

"That's right, writers are of great importance to the Holy City... but the risks of becoming a writer are also extremely high."

Because writers are more powerful and have a greater capacity for 'diffusion' than us in the realm of the mind, they are more likely to be targeted by beings outside the city and to be influenced by their minds.

Therefore, the Holy City Writers Association was founded, and its members were granted 'noble status' so that they could live peacefully on the Third Floor.

The entire Third Floor is covered by Mental Barrier, further isolating and protecting the writers from remote influences... to the greatest extent possible to isolate them from interference from life outside the city.

Unexpectedly, something still happened... Viscount Alex is an important member of the Writers' Association, and this matter must be thoroughly investigated to determine the cause and prevent more writers from being affected. Otherwise, it could bring unimaginable harm to the Holy City.

After Sylest briefly explained the profession of 'writer'.

The two walked out of the passage and officially arrived at the lobby area on the Third Floor of the west building.

There are no stairs or elevators here.

Even coming directly from the west building requires activating some kind of secret passage or a folding staircase to reach this floor's Creation Chamber.

"A writer's Creation Chamber does indeed need to be absolutely quiet."

Even the design of the window positions and the placement of various objects are carefully considered... thus creating a special 'atmosphere' suitable for creation.

The entry of outsiders can disrupt the 'energy field' and affect the creator's state of mind.

Typically, writers, like Alex, have a separate building or floor Creation Chamber, completely off-limits to outsiders.

Han Dong finally understood. "So that's how it is. I thought Cas's father had some kind of shady secret."

The moment they stepped inside, their eyes were immediately drawn to the place.

The door to the Main Creation Room directly opposite was slightly ajar, and a large amount of mist could be seen overflowing from inside.

Opening Eye!

When the Lesser Demon Eye opened again, the scene it presented made Han Dong break out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Large quantities!

Yes! Numerous white tentacles crawled all over the cracks in the door.

Swaying

peristalsis

Just Like it was beckoning to Han Dong.

What did you see?

"A large number of dense tentacles... more than I can imagine. Sister Wino, I'm going to try to take a look. You must keep a distance of more than three meters from me."

Buzz!

Suddenly.

A Fine Threads holy light formed in Sylest's hand and wrapped around Han Dong's wrist.

If any abnormal or crisis occurs, Sylest will use the Holy Light Fine Threads to pull Han Dong back.

call...

Han Dong took a deep breath and temporarily shut down the Lesser Demon Eye.

Trying to block out the terrifying image of the tentacles flailing in my mind, I slowly moved closer to the crack in the door.

Through the white mist that overflows outwards.

Han Dong first vaguely saw a figure sitting at a desk.

To get a better view, East Side slowly squeezed through the crack in the door.

When you pass through the crack in the door and stand officially inside the room.

Han Dong could see a middle-aged man with red eyes writing furiously in a book... Han Dong couldn't make out what he was writing.

I don't know why.

Even though Han Dong was just standing at the door of the study, his back was already soaked with cold sweat... He had the illusion of stepping into an endless abyss, and even felt that if he took another step forward, he would fall into the abyss completely.

"I... I need to see more clearly."

When Han Dong opened his Lesser Demon Eye again.

A scene he would never forget was imprinted in Han Dong's mind.

The luxurious study was so crowded that there was no place to stand; the floor was covered with dense white tentacles.

However, the tentacles are just a 'minor matter'.

Han Dong also noticed an unexpected 'guest'.

Beside Viscount Alex, who was writing furiously, stood a guest who was 'not quite clear'.

A guest shrouded in a yellow robe could only be seen by the Lesser Demon Eye.

Why say 'not very clear'?

It was because, in Han Dong's vision, this person seemed to belong to a different dimension, with a black light outline around his body completely separating him from the study.

Just then.

The 'guest' seemed to sense the stranger's gaze and slowly turned his body, his face under the hood about to be exposed to Han Dong's Vision.

"Vino!!!"

In the critical moment, Han Dong shouted with all his might.

In an instant, multiple strands of holy light wrapped around Han Dong's body, pulling him abruptly away from the study.