A World Created by Someone Else

"Book-Nurturing Slave!" Ma Feifei carefully pondered the three words spoken by the white-haired old man, his expression solemn. If all of this was just speculation before, then after these three words came out, one thing could already be determined.

That means Ma Feifei isn't the only one in the world capable of creating books with all sorts of strange effects; at least the god the white-haired old man mentioned could do the same.

Moreover, judging from what the white-haired old man said, the other party seemed to have a much higher level of understanding of books than he did; Ma Feifei, the Book-Nurturing Slave, hadn't even started to come into contact with them yet.

"Does becoming Book-Nurturing Slave come at a price?" Ma Feifei suppressed her many doubts and continued to ask along the lines of the topic.

"The price is life," the white-haired old man said calmly.

"Life!" Ma Feifei's heart sank.

The white-haired old man stretched out a hand. Ma Feifei glanced at it and found that the hand was dry and withered, completely skin and bones, much like the aging effect that Li Bieli had experienced when she was Curse by the Moon Stone.

"Humans possess Origin Power, the essence of human life. The higher a cultivator 'Origin Power. Similarly, the stronger the Origin Power, the higher one's cultivation level. If Book Essence wants to evolve to a higher quality and become Book Spirit, it naturally needs to rely on external forces. Humanity's Origin Power is the best choice for nurturing Book Essence and Book Spirit."

Upon hearing this, Ma Feifei was shocked. Origin Power is the essence of the human body, and it is very difficult to repair after it is consumed. Judging from the white-haired old man's appearance, it was clear that the Book Essence had consumed too much of his Origin Power, damaging his very foundation.

Given the old man's current state, sooner or later these 350 Book Essence cost him his life.

However, since the other party was able to elevate the white-haired old man's cultivation to the Immortal Realm, their own strength must be beyond the white-haired old man's ability to resist. Therefore, the white-haired old man probably had no choice but to submit.

The topic then returned to what the white-haired old man had said earlier.

Thinking of this, Ma Feifei glanced at the white-haired old man and said, "What does this have to do with me?"

"Of course I can." The white-haired old man looked at Ma Feifei, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and said with a hint of excitement, "You can save me!"

"I can save you?" Ma Feifei frowned as he looked at the white-haired old man, not understanding his meaning. If even a cultivator at the Immortal Realm couldn't escape, what use would Ma Feifei be?

"Indeed, because you, shopkeeper, are like that god, both capable of writing special books that possess the qualities of Book Essence Book Spirit," the white-haired old man said in a deep voice.

"As expected." Ma Feifei was secretly shocked. This so-called god was most likely also a being with a system.

"Would writing Book Essence book with the qualities of Book Spirit or a master writer save you?" Ma Feifei asked calmly. To be honest, this matter was too complicated, and Ma Feifei didn't want to get involved.

The white-haired old man seemed to see Ma Feifei's worries, smiled, and explained, "Don't worry, shopkeeper. Although I don't know the reason, that god can't actually enter this world. If I hadn't succumbed to the Captivate of becoming an immortal and agreed to his request in a dream, I wouldn't have been controlled by him and become his puppet in this world."

"You mean there are other worlds out there?" Although he had prepared for this, Ma Feifei was still a little surprised to hear the white-haired old man say this.

Upon hearing this, the white-haired old man hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, "Yes, in fact, the outside world is the real world."

"What do you mean?" Ma Feifei frowned, not quite understanding the meaning behind the white-haired old man's words.

"Sigh..." The white-haired old man sighed, looked up at the vast world, and said with a tone full of emotion, "According to that god, the Azure Dragon Continent we are in now is just a world in a book he created, and we are all characters in his book."

"Hiss~~!!"

Ma Feifei's expression changed drastically. He jumped up from the stool, looked at the white-haired old man in disbelief, then looked around and said in a deep voice, "Old man, this joke is not funny at all."

This vast world is actually just a world created within a book by someone else?

Are you playing?

According to the white-haired old man, everything in the Azure Dragon Continent is fake? Dragon Girl is fake, Gongsun Qiong is fake, and even Ma Feifei himself is fake?

Are you kidding me!

"Whether it's true or not, I don't know, but he doesn't seem to have any reason to lie to me." The white-haired old man was somewhat dejected. Although he had known this news for a long time, he couldn't hide his sorrow every time he thought about it.

After all, nobody wants to become a character created by someone else.

"Impossible." Ma Feifei shook his head. He didn't believe it. Others might not know, but Ma Feifei knew perfectly well that he had transmigrated from another world and was an outsider. He also had a Bookstore System with him. If this place really was a world within a book, Ma Feifei shouldn't be here.

"I'll just have to ask the system when I get back." With that thought, Ma Feifei's heavy heart finally eased. The system was his greatest reliance, and until the system confirmed the matter, nothing could be trusted.

"But since you believe this world is a world he created in his book, why are you still resisting? Why are you asking me to save you?" Ma Feifei asked curiously.

If this world is a fictional world created by someone else, then that person should know all the plot developments perfectly well. It's impossible that they would use something like becoming an immortal to Captivate the white-haired old man into serving that so-called god.

More importantly, as the white-haired old man just said, it seems that the so-called god cannot enter this world.

As the creator, isn't it a bit hasty not to be able to enter the world of one's own book?

Therefore, there are too many loopholes in this, it cannot withstand scrutiny, and it is mostly suspected of being unreliable.

"Because, this old man doesn't believe it either." The white-haired old man looked up at Ma Feifei and said, word by word.

Looking at the white-haired old man's resolute gaze, Ma Feifei nodded thoughtfully. In fact, whether he believed it or not was no longer important. The reason why the white-haired old man wanted to resist was simply because he wanted to live!

"Won't he find out if we chat like this?" Ma Feifei asked casually as he wandered around the yard with Liuli in his arms, looking around.

"He seems indifferent to this world; he hasn't contacted me for almost a thousand years," the white-haired old man said, looking at the floating blue halo.