At that moment, Wenren Sheng, who was handling matters in a palace somewhere, suddenly saw the several Hall Masters before him turn into cartoon figures.
The aged Fourth Hall Master became a white-bearded Old Man.
The ambitious Seventh Hall Master became a classic pale-faced villain.
Even the pillars in the hall changed from ornate, realistic wooden columns into bluish-gray animated shapes.
What was this?
Had the world changed? He had not expected that girl to truly possess such an ability.
No, rather, her Strange Seed had retained its unique ability.
A narrator could exist independently of the world.
Only first-person novels might lack a narrator.
But those were exceedingly rare.
A narrator truly possessed the power to alter the world, though it often could not become the protagonist.
He had been clever to throw the task to her to handle so early on.
If he had tried to figure out a solution himself, he probably could not have done so well.
No, this was called adapting measures to local conditions and making things happen through the right people.
He put down his work and walked outside.
The capital had become cartoonized.
The original filth, disorder, and decay had turned into cleanliness, tidiness, and cuteness... all indescribable things no longer existed.
The setting was invincible.
The worried, suffering expressions on people's faces suddenly vanished.
"Eh, why was I worrying about my child going to school?"
"Yeah, what the teachers teach is pretty simple."
"If you can't learn it, just go pull a rickshaw."
"Hahaha."
"The crops outside the city have no bugs or weeds anymore, only seedlings."
"And they don't need fertilizer either."
"Unfortunately, they still need a few months to grow."
The "correct" common knowledge in people's minds was being updated.
A group of children were happily playing.
A horse