"King, King, King, King."
Three hours later, Liu Di and the ancient scholar sat on a pile of rubble, watching the sunset over the planet.
From the scholar's mouth came words like a skipping tape recorder. "I am King, King, King, King."
Liu Di sighed softly. "Sorry, I was joking earlier. I really didn't know speaking was this difficult for you. You're Fu Qing, King of the Titan Insectoid Race. Is that better?"
"No, no, no, no, no!"
"I'll annoy, annoy, annoy, annoy you to death."
Liu Di rubbed his temples.
At that moment, Liu Di noticed a large brush-written character on the scholar's paper fan—'Literature.'
During China's Eastern Han dynasty, there had indeed been a man named Wang Chong.
But that Wang Chong had been no ordinary man. He had been a godlike literary giant.
The one before him must merely share the same name, since he had already been abducted into the universe!
Otherwise...
If this Wang Chong ever picked up a brush to write, it would surely be a vast, vast, vast ocean.
That said...
Had Earthlings ever been abducted by aliens?
"Fu Qing."
"Wh-wh-wh-what!"
Liu Di drew a deep breath. "Where exactly are we now?"
"The Watcher's Sa-sa-sa-sample Space!"
Liu Di held his forehead.
If he waited for Fu Qing to explain the reason, his hair would probably turn white first.
Snap.
Fu Qing closed his paper fan, and his speech suddenly became fluent. "The Watcher created a space for you—a Sample Space, a Sample Space defined by The Watcher! It can establish any rule!"
"From what I can tell, this is an isolated space!"
"It is like placing a transparent glass cup upside down inside a garden. You and others share the same greater environment, but the two spaces can never merge!"
"And what this