Jian Bai's mind went blank.
He suddenly clicked into the manga author's profile and found the author named Sui Wuyou.
He sent a string of questioning messages.
He was roughly asking where the author had heard about the plot in the manga.
And what the low-level adventurer who died in the first chapter was called.
Perhaps the author happened to be online and saw his questions. The author first sent him a string of question marks.
Sui Wuyou: "What do you mean? Are you saying I plagiarized?"
Sui Wuyou: "All my plots are original. Whether it's the setting or the story, I came up with all of it through painstaking effort. Don't slander me without proof."
Sui Wuyou: "And that cannon fodder from the first chapter? He was an unimportant character. Why would I give him a name? Look at all those unimportant characters appearing in novels and manga—how many of them have names?"
"Bro, you're not some hater of mine, are you? If you don't like it, then don't read it. Blocked."
Jian Bai found that his account had been blocked by the manga author, and he could no longer send messages.
Feeling utterly dejected, he went to the training room.
Nanxi was still there, training a group of Contract Anomalists.
Every one of those Contract Anomalists wore agonized expressions as they endured Nanxi's training.
It was painful, yet they had no choice but to endure it.
After all, training in the training room was painful, but at least there was no risk of losing an arm or a leg.
If they did not train here, then once they went on missions, it would be the Weirds tearing them apart instead.
"Captain Nanxi, can't we run a few fewer laps?"
"Captain Nanxi, we don't need sparring practice today, do