A "Story Gathering," as the name implied, was simply everyone getting together to tell stories.
The only difference was that the people gathered in this mansion might have been the greatest storytellers in all of human history. Standing out among them and claiming victory would be no easier than humanity's first moon landing.
In fact, although the Bestselling Fantasy Author beside Zhang Heng had shot to become the highest-earning writer of her time through a certain series, amassing a terrifying fortune of nearly seven billion pounds by 2018, with her writing skill still below Level 3, she was probably near the bottom of the room—if not dead last.
By that logic, it was simply unrealistic for her to leave this place. Yet after the Story Gathering began, Zhang Heng noticed that the Bestselling Fantasy Author looked eager to give it a try.
Of course, one could interpret that as the confidence of every creator. After all, someone whose works had become explosively popular, spawning films, toys, games, and theme parks, should have had any lack of confidence hammered out of her by the hard sales figures.
However, it was only when this Story Gathering truly began that Zhang Heng understood where the Bestselling Fantasy Author's confidence came from.
The Hobbit Housekeeper walked to the fireplace and first bowed to the writers in the room. "Welcome to this month's Story Gathering. Before the stories begin, I would like to introduce a new friend."
The Hobbit Housekeeper paused and looked in a certain direction. "Zhang Heng is a rising star in the literary world who has recently begun to make a name for himself. The novels he has published have received considerable praise from both readers and critics."
The applause was sparse. Aside from the fact that no one had heard of