Fish and Dragons All Mixed Together
Sophia Green lowered her head again and clattered away at the keyboard. Without even looking up, she said, "You pass. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Li Bai."
Meanwhile, Heracles Enzo Camillo finally let out a long sigh of relief. It was a stroke of luck that Li Bai had managed to answer the Spirit Word Saint's tricky question.
This woman was not to be trifled with!
If you offended her, she wouldn't say a thing to your face, and you wouldn't be able to tell. But behind your back, she'd write little stories about you.
The bizarre thing was, what she wrote in those stories could very well happen in real life—and it usually did. That was the power of "Spirit Word."
With a golden pen, she could speak words into being and hurt people unseen, thousands of miles away. Like the King of Hell claiming a life, one stroke was all it took.
Tell me, weren't you scared?
And if she started writing a long story, that would be even worse.
"I know a fat guy. I heard he's a famous online author..."
Before Li Bai could finish, Sophia Green impatiently cut him off. "I'm not interested in deadbeat otaku—bespectacled, balding failures!"
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The hell had fat guys ever done to you?!
No wonder she wrote novels. She sure knew how to talk. Every sentence was a trap.
For the first time, the Great Demon was knocked off balance by someone's retort.
He was a famous author earning over ten thousand a month, after all. Was he any worse than some Danish old woman who wrote crappy stories?
If you were talking income, you were no better than that fat guy!
On the laptop screen in front of the Spirit Word Saint,