"Izanami, do you really know what you are doing?"
Black Cat gradually lost his patience.
Writing pure love stories is just work, engaging in sex and ruthlessness is life.
What's more, Novelist also writes abuse articles.
"Call me Novelist. I know very well that if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening."
Novelist said firmly.
"I see, you want to take the path Emotion Stream."
Black Cat suddenly said.
"Emotion Stream is making rapid progress, but it's a narrow path. Have you thought about it?"
it asked.
"Your road is a bright one, but Narrator hasn't appeared in more than two hundred years."
Novelist countered.
"Narrator, Narrator. Alas~"
Black Cat sighed, and the other Platinum Author also looked sad.
As an author, Narrator is their ultimate goal.
But since Metropolis was recorded, there have been few Narrators.
The last Narrator appeared more than two hundred years ago, who is the current president Writers Association.
It is also because of his existence that Writers Association, a loose organization, can stand on an equal footing with other top forces.
However, the president has rarely shown up in recent years, so I don't know what his status is like.
Thinking of the ominous consequences of Narrator's later years in the records in the association's library, Black Cat subconsciously turned into an airplane ear.
We can't wait any longer and must get the situation under control immediately.
Black Cat took out a monocle and put it on his eyes, with a chilling smile on his lips.
"Interesting, this breath smells really like the Mother Goddess."
It looked at Liu Zheng and said, its tone completely changed to that of a different person.
"Five minutes? That's not enough. At least let me come out and play for an hour."
Black Cat said to himself.
"This is half an hour as you said, and I can do whatever I want."
"Don't worry, I won't go to places I shouldn't go. If you die, how will I get out?"
Black Cat smiled.
The communication that outsiders could not spy on ended, and it looked at Novelist.
"Miss, are you going down by yourself, or should I drive you out?"
"Out of politeness as a gentleman, I advise you to go down by yourself, so that you can retain some dignity and I can save some time."
"Black Cat" said slowly.
Novelist did not answer, but his vigilance was raised to the highest level.
As for the authors of Platinum Rank, their strongest abilities are often related to their works.
And Black Cat's best work is "Amon and His Monocle".
One of its abilities is to transform into the personality of the protagonist of this novel, "Amon".
Under this personality, Black Cat is very powerful and very strange.
There was once a group of sectarians who wanted to kidnap it to write scriptures for their sect, but they were all destroyed after Black Cat turned into the personality of "Amon".
And the strength of those sects is quite strong, only slightly inferior to the Round God Sect that Liu Zheng has seen.
Black Cat used this trick to deal with her, and it seemed that he really didn't intend to hold back.
Then don't stay.
Novelist's eyes became more determined.
Only by being extremely passionate can one be extremely literary.
The author of Emotion Stream never asks himself what to write, only what he wants to write.
And now, she just wants to write a story about fighting the whole world for him.
After the thought came through, countless luminous words poured out of Novelist's mind.
That was her inspiration and her years of accumulation.
The glowing words converged into a giant glowing human shape behind her.
The humanoid's eyebrows are those of Novelist, but it is wearing a witch costume.
Novelist closed the sword arm, and the huge witch virtual image also held its hands together.
A nearly three-meter-long single-edged straight knife appeared in her hand, with dazzling thunder lingering on it.
"Futsu-no-Mitama Sword."
Amon frowned.
As the other personality of Black Cat, he naturally shares its memories.
Futsu-no-Mitama Sword is a weapon in a short story written by Novelist or Izanami.
The protagonists Emperor Jimmu and Takemikazuchi had an earth-shattering love, but they were not tolerated by humans and gods.
The mother goddess Izanami couldn't bear to see her child in pain, so she wanted to kill Emperor Jimmu.
In order to protect his lover, Takemikazuchi swung his knife at his mother goddess and cut off one of Izanami's hands with Futsu-no-Mitama Sword.
When Emperor Jimmu saw Takemikazuchi causing great trouble, in order to prevent him from being killed by Anger's father-god Izanagi, he snatched the Budu Yuhun Zhi while he was not paying attention, took all the blame and committed suicide.
Takemikazuchi saw his lover committing suicide and did not want to live alone, so he also used Futsu-no-Mitama Sword to kill himself.
This short story is the famous work of Novelist. It ranked first in the short story click list on all platforms that year, and it dominated the list for half a year.
It was because of this short story that she became the author of Gold Rank.
But this alone is not enough to make Amon care.
The short story only dominated the list for half a year, but he is the protagonist of a novel that still ranks first on the best-selling list two years after it was completed.
The problem is that the abilities of Futsu-no-Mitama Sword and Novelist are also very consistent. With the exponential improvement of the two, the terrifying aura of destruction cannot be ignored even by Amon.
"You use inspiration and your own blood to forcefully use the short-story field ability that you have given up. You can only swing one knife at most. After one knife, you may be killed by the backlash. Does this make sense?"
Amon asked.
"Whether it makes sense or not, that's up to me."
Novelist said in an indifferent tone.
Her pupils have now turned purple-pink Magatama.
"Interesting. Let's take a look and let's decide."
Amon adjusted his monocle, his eyes flashing slightly under the lenses.
During the conversation just now, he had already reached into Novelist's brain.
Now, with just one pluck, he could steal her thoughts.
As for stealing any ideas.
Amon had a sly smile on his lips, he already had a great idea.
Just when he was about to take action, a heart-stopping aura suddenly came over him.
Amon His heart skipped a beat and he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction from which the breath came.
I saw wisps of red light piercing through the layers of black mist.
The red light is not blood light, but it is more dazzling than blood light, sharper than sword light, and more dazzling than sunlight.
If the blood mist blessed by Gospel made Amon feel troublesome, the sudden blood light made him feel scared.
Because he felt that the foundation of his existence was being shaken.
"This power."
Amon searched in Black Cat's memory, but did not find the corresponding information.
However, there were some few words that made him even more uneasy.
However, it's not like he doesn't have a solution.
If you can't beat it.
Amon took off the monocle and put it in his pocket.
The originally evil black pupils turned back into clear green eyes.
"Amon, you bastard!"
Black Cat cursed loudly.