Writer Who Governs Profanity in Ancient Greece

(Brain-eating demon foster home~)

(The intelligence of the characters in the book depends on the author's intelligence. The author's intelligence is 135, so I'll try not to make it brainless, but I might go crazy easily due to unstable mental state.)

Dragon Country, Liaoda dormitory.

"I've been reborn...? What year is it!"

Hearing his roommate's sudden outburst, Chu Yunyi woke up from his sleep.

"What stuck?"

"If something's stuck, go wash it. Don't yell like you're at a market." Chu Yunyi, groggy, glanced at the view outside the window.

He checked the time:

Twelve thirty in the afternoon.

Chu Yunyi wasn't surprised to be waking up at this hour.

For the species known as college students, waking up in the afternoon to eat breakfast when they have no classes is pretty standard, right?

What's more.

Chu Yunyi was now in his university internship period, and his roommates had all moved out.

Last night was a farewell drink.

Everyone else was completely wasted.

But Chu Yunyi, despite drinking more, had good kidneys (which was probably less than a tenth of the readers who bothered to read this line).

Drinking six bottles of beer was like rinsing his mouth, only making him slightly tipsy.

But after one pee, the alcohol was completely expelled, and he was sober again.

And so.

He'd drunk the equivalent of a bottle and a half last night, and now, waking up, he only felt a slight headache.

He glanced at his roommate, who was staring blankly after waking up.

Thinking the car home was almost here, Chu Yunyi surprisingly didn't retort.

His personality wasn't great.

Things like proper values and civilized politeness had nothing to do with him; those who knew him well called him 'God who governs abstraction in ancient Greece'.

And now.

University internship period had arrived, and all students had to find a way to get an internship certificate before the school would issue their diplomas.

But Chu Yunyi wasn't in a hurry.

He was basically a full-time writer and a part-time student; it was easy for his editor to take some time and stamp it for him.

These past few years of university.

He hadn't attended a single class, but he hadn't failed a single course.

It was about forty percent luck, another fifty percent depended on his relationship with the teachers, and the remaining ten percent was his actual ability.

"Ding↑ Ding↓ Ding↗~~~ Ding↑ Ding↓ Ding↗~~~" As his phone rang, Chu Yunyi answered and responded a couple of times.

It was the car he'd booked to take him.

From Liaohai City to Xiahe City, then transferring to Heitu Town where he lived, the straight-line distance was 114.514 kilometers.

The journey would take about 5 hours.

Thinking the driver was waiting, Chu Yunyi just grabbed his backpack and left.

There wasn't much to pack; just his laptop for writing, a power bank, and headphones.

His spare clothes, bedding, socks, and shoes were all left behind.

He'd used them for years; it was time for new ones.

Just as he reached the door, Chu Yunyi was suddenly called back by his roommate.

This person usually didn't talk much, seeming a bit of a shut-in.

But he would help answer attendance or remind him of exam times. After a few years together, they were at least acquaintances.

He heard him say:

"Hey! Brother Chu, um... never mind, you can go."

Seeing his hesitant demeanor, Chu Yunyi directly replied, "If you have something to say, say it. Don't hold it in."

Their eyes met. Seeing Chu Yunyi's gaze, the roommate finally spoke:

"You probably won't believe me."

"I had a dream that lasted for several years. In the dream, the Apocalypse descended, and several special viruses appeared."

"The first one was called the 'Gluttony Virus,' and the patients were called 'Gluttony patients'."

"They and the zombies... no, they're more terrifying than zombies, and..."

"Hiss... What crazy talk am I spewing? Brother Chu, just pretend I was talking in my sleep."

"An Apocalypse or something, how could that possibly happen?"

"Anyway, be safe on the road."

Watching his roommate babble incoherently, Chu Yunyi pouted and murmured:

"Crazy."

Chu Yunyi just assumed he was groggy from sleep, starting to spout nonsense as soon as he woke up.

The first thing that came to his mind when his roommate mentioned the Apocalypse was a zombie outbreak.

But to Chu Yunyi, a professional writer who knew a little about everything, that was a joke.

Zombies? What a laugh.

After a person dies, autolysis begins after 12 hours, and muscle decay starts after 24 hours.

Would zombies move by willpower then?

Besides.

Even if they were the walking dead, stuck between life and death, they'd still be carbon-based life forms, right?

Ultimately, what carbon-based creature could withstand a 7.62 round?

Even if some zombie outbreak really happened.

With Dragon Country's strength, it would take a week to control, two weeks to clear out, and three weeks to rehabilitate them as a new type of clean energy source, believe it or not?

While thinking, Chu Yunyi arrived downstairs.

He told the driver his phone number's last few digits and got into the shuttle bus.

"Unless..."

As a writer, Chu Yunyi's mind was sharp, and he quickly conceived several necessary conditions for a zombie outbreak.

"First, it has to be airborne, and the type that can survive in the air for more than ten hours."

"Second, the zombies need to retain their vitality and at least be able to evolve, otherwise they won't withstand spears and guns."

"Third, there needs to be a long incubation period, and a collective outbreak, catching everyone off guard would offer some opportunity."

If even one of these three points was missing, this Apocalypse would be instantly quelled.

Thinking this, he would jot down any ideas he had.

Chu Yunyi opened his phone and recorded it in his notes.

However.

This kind of cliché zombie Apocalypse was probably rarely written about even in novels.

At least, it wouldn't happen in his world.

Seeing that Chu Yunyi was done with his task, the driver asked:

"Going home, young man?"

"Mhm."

Mentioning this, Chu Yunyi's eyes dimmed slightly.

He really wanted to say he was homeless, but he didn't want the driver to show him pity or sympathy.

Twelve years ago, his father went overseas and never returned.

Three years ago.

His mother was suddenly diagnosed with cancer.

Cancer, in its early stages, doesn't hurt and has no distinct characteristics or warning signs. By the time symptoms are noticeable, it's usually mid-stage or late-stage.

After a few rounds of chemotherapy, she didn't make it and passed away.

To say he was sad, Chu Yunyi wasn't too heartbroken.

He cried a few times at first, but gradually came to terms with it.

But if he went home and saw the sofa his mother often leaned on, or the kitchen where she often cooked, he would still feel a little uncomfortable.

Along the way.

He chatted with the driver for a bit, but Chu Yunyi felt a bit carsick and drifted off to sleep with his eyes closed.

In a dream within a dream.

Heaven and earth were one color, all bright white.

Because it was a dream, it wasn't too dazzling.

Chu Yunyi stirred his consciousness, clicking his tongue. "Tsk, why am I dreaming about this damn billiard table again?"

"This is never going to end."

At the center of the dreamscape.

There was a dark green Round Table, and as Chu Yunyi marveled, this Round Table bore a resemblance to a billiard table.

A black ball sat in the center of the Round Table, with eight pockets surrounding it.

What a shame.

In the dream, Chu Yunyi had no body.

Otherwise, his OCD would have kicked in, and he would have had to force this lone black ball into a pocket.

Heitu Town.

"Young man, we're here," the driver gently nudged Chu Yunyi, waking him from his dream.

The driver walked around to the passenger side door, lit a cigarette.

And then opened the door for Chu Yunyi.

"Mhm... oh," Chu Yunyi grabbed his backpack and got out.

This driver had driven him a few times before, and they had already exchanged WeChat contacts. The fare had been paid in advance through the app.

He glanced at the sky, which was nearing dusk.

Chu Yunyi felt a pang of hunger.

Even though he had slept for nearly twelve and a half hours today, he was still hungry.

"Let's go to that place, I used to eat there all the time as a kid."

He walked into a dog meat restaurant and ordered a bowl of lamb soup and lamb shaomai.

Yes.

They had a dog meat sign, but they sold lamb.

Heitu Town was a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. Chu Yunyi always thought the townspeople were interesting when he was a child, but as he grew older, he realized this was just plain absurd.

America's Florida? Compared to Heitu Town, it was like a mayfly gazing at the blue sky.

"Heh heh, here's your lamb soup!" The restaurant owner placed down the lamb soup, sprinkled with salt, pepper, and chopped cilantro, then turned back to the kitchen to get the shaomai.

Chu Yunyi cupped the bowl and took a sip.

He felt something a little hard in his mouth. He spat it out and looked.

A fingernail... a human one!

"You f***ing bastard!" Chu Yunyi's expression changed drastically, and he slammed his hand on the table, leaping to his feet.

(ps: This book focuses on anti-tropes + concept abilities. The first 3 chapters might be a bit abstract, but later on, as various concept abilities accumulate, it will become more and more exhilarating. Around chapter 60, there will be god-slaying. This god isn't particularly strong; gods in my world aren't necessarily invincible. As long as one possesses Authority, even a dog can become a god and can be easily killed by the protagonist.)