This Meeting Didn't Seem Simple

"My answer..."

Moyu sat cross-legged and looked at Ging across from him. "This only represents my personal Perception and thoughts on this book. It has no reference value whatsoever."

"No."

A glimmer flickered in Ging's eyes as he said seriously,

"Your perspective is very interesting. For a question with no correct answer, you approached it from the standpoint of an 'observer.' That's a brand-new line of thought. For me, being able to discuss these things with a fellow enthusiast like you tonight truly made this trip worthwhile."

"Me too."

Moyu smiled.

That was how fellow enthusiasts were. As long as they shared a common interest, they could quickly grow closer through conversation.

"Actually, there are things about this book that I dislike too."

Moyu lightly flipped through the pages.

Ging looked at Moyu and smiled. "The sense of world-weariness, right?"

"Mm. You feel the same way?"

"Yeah. But even so, I still think Swamp Man is a good book."

Ging slowly rose to his feet and looked up at the pitch-black sky.

In the night sky above a bustling city, stars always seemed hard to find.

"I don't deny that."

Moyu also stood up, holding Swamp Man in one hand as he said half-jokingly,

"But sometimes I wonder what it would look like if the phenomena in the book happened in the real world. For all we know, I might be a Swamp Man standing right in front of you, and I simply don't know it myself."

"Haha, that's the charm of fantasy novels. Once you immerse yourself in them, thoughts like that are inevitable."

Ging broke into a hearty laugh.

He recalled the past. There had indeed been a time when he had no resistance to fantasy books at all, completely lost in them and unable to pull himself