Formidable Defense

"Wang Zilü?"

Qin Yiguan stared at the lecherous-looking middle-aged man. "When I was chatting with Jiu Zhengxuan earlier, he told me about an author named Wang Zilü who tried to sleep with a female streamer but got scammed. Could it be you?"

But the next moment...

Qin Yiguan cursed himself for being muddle-headed. That was a matter within his own universe; it was just a coincidence of names, completely unrelated.

"Nonsense!"

"That time I clearly wanted to offer some help..."

"Cough cough."

The sleazy-looking middle-aged man coughed lightly and said solemnly, "I've never done anything like that. You must be mistaken."

"Um?"

Qin Yiguan stared at the older man, as if he had discovered some unspeakable secret.

then.

Qin Yiguan looked back at the mountains and rivers, at the vast land.

Is this really the world that the older man wrote about?

Could this be some kind of Reality Enhancement, falling into the category of fantasy coming true?

Just like the world simulated by the Plunderer.

It was Dream General dream.

After all, anything is possible within the Metaverse.

But then I saw the uncle scratching his greasy hair, chuckling, and leaning over the desk, writing with a ballpoint pen.

'Today has been a truly fascinating day. I never imagined that the world of the book would welcome three special guests. They don't belong to this world; they aren't the author's creations. They've broken through the dimensional barrier; they are real beings.'

'A peaceful life has undergone a wondrous change.'

The uncle was very happy and decided to take them to see the city.

The moment the sleazy old man put down his pen, the surrounding scenery underwent a dramatic transformation.

The mountains and rivers rushed by swiftly.

Qin Yiguan and his two companions remained motionless, while the surrounding environment moved like a rolling film reel.

A sudden, abrupt halting feeling arose within me.

When Qin Yiguan looked around again, he was already in a bustling metropolis.

The timeline resembles the Physical Earth of a century ago, with towering buildings on both sides, no flying machines in the sky, and people using ground transportation, with all kinds of cars flowing endlessly.

Mercedes-Benz?

"Cell phone?"

"In my Minecraft, it's already a precious antique."

The Caregiver looked at everything with great curiosity, feeling as if he had traveled back to ancient times.

"Hey-hey..."

The middle-aged man grinned, clearly happy, but his smile looked somewhat lewd. "My three friends, I'm not very talented, but this is the world I created, hehe."

Many pedestrians passed by on the roadside.

There were commuters hurrying to work with their bags, and elderly people slowly crossing the road.

A beautiful woman in a super short bodycon skirt walked towards them. She had exquisite makeup, her waist swayed like a water snake, her chin was raised high, and her narrow phoenix eyes quietly swept over Qin Yiguan's buttocks, her red lips curling up with a hint of lust.

"Ah..."

The middle-aged man suddenly exclaimed, as if about to compose a poem, his voice trembling with surprise, "My thoughts are flowing like a spring, my inspiration is bursting forth like a torrent!"

And in that very moment...

Suddenly, a laptop appeared out of thin air next to the man, its screen lit up and a document open.

The middle-aged man raised his hand to start typing.

The Underworld was stunned. "Wasn't that a pen and paper just now?"

The middle-aged man turned his head and said, "That was on a mountain, now it's in the city, different environments, different tools for creation."

Crackle, crackle.

The middle-aged man started typing.

The handsome author, his deep eyes like a 6-meter-long water pipe, sipped glass after glass of Bordeaux red wine aged 14.67 years in wooden barrels, and with his slender, white fingers, jotted down short observation notes and story ideas on an expensive linen-colored laptop.

'When his mood occasionally turns sour, he doubts whether his sincere love for words is actually just a fetish for the writing tool.'

A true writer has an almost obsessive demand for the purity of life, akin to the purity of unused toilet paper. In fact, even sitting on floor tiles costing less than 120 yuan per square meter, he would completely lose his inspiration.

"Ah~~~"

"What a beautiful soul I am!"

Looking at the enraptured uncle.

The three men, Qin Yiguan, twitched at the corners of their eyes.

His metaphors are bizarre, and his writing is terrible.

"Uncle."

Underworld gangster sneered, "How did you come up with that plot where the cultivator gets crushed to death by a giant robot? To be honest, you couldn't have come up with that kind of storyline without ten years of experience with cerebral thrombosis."

"What are you doing!"

The sleazy old man stomped his feet, "I deleted that scene, didn't I? Nobody saw it! All great works have flaws in their creation. Just like natural corn, there will always be a few aphids on it. Don't mention it, okay? I deleted it!"

At this moment, Qin Yiguan's gaze was fixed on the uncle's keyboard.

However, the 'P' keycap on the keyboard of this 'expensive linen-colored laptop' was nowhere to be found.

Qin Yiguan pointed to the empty space, "Uncle, this is..."

"Oh!"

The middle-aged man was quite nonchalant, saying, "This keyboard cap fell under the table earlier, and I searched for it for ages but couldn't find it no matter what I did! It doesn't affect its use!"

Qin Yiguan was slightly taken aback.

Suddenly, I thought of the Ground Mouth within the Subquark Space.

At that very moment.

In this quiet and orderly city, a strange change suddenly occurred.

Suddenly, countless enormous objects appeared in the sky, densely packed together and engulfed in flames, like meteorites falling from outer space, about to unleash an apocalyptic catastrophe.

The Caregiver looked up at the sky, "No Metaverse is peaceful."

"I'm not afraid."

But the sleazy-looking middle-aged man remained completely calm, saying, "This was exactly what I expected."

Qin Yiguan looked at the older man, "You wrote this plot too?"

"That's not it at all."

The man's face was grim. "This is the pressure from God."

But then the enormous fireball that was directly in the path of the attack descended upon the city, its blazing flames being blown about by the air currents, revealing its true form.

I saw that it was a yellow round cake with a huge word "urge" printed in the middle.

The Underworld were taken aback. "What's this?"

The middle-aged man remained unfazed, saying, "This is the readers urging me to update."

Boom!

Suddenly, a yellow light enveloped the entire city, and a giant fireball collided with it with a deafening roar. After the earth shook, the fireball gradually dissipated.

"Hehe."

The middle-aged man put his hands on his hips and said, "Just the first promotion."

moment.

Nearly a hundred fireballs, each ten times larger than the previous ones, descended once more, then collided with the defensive shield and vanished with a deafening roar.

The middle-aged man remained calm, saying, "Just a hundred die-hard fans."

then.

A dozen or so fireballs, magnified a hundred times, collided with a deafening roar!

The city's defensive shield remained perfectly resistant.

"Heh, just a dozen or so die-hard fans!"

After the uncle finished speaking, his expression suddenly turned serious.

But then, it seemed as if three dazzling stars had descended from the sky!

Qin Yiguan's [Cosmic Phobia] is stirring!

Boom boom boom!

The earth shook violently, as if it were the end of the world!

For a good ten minutes or so, the city finally pulled through!

The middle-aged man, still shaken, clutched his chest as if suffering some kind of internal injury. Then, with a resolute look, he looked up at the sky and revealed a smile of relief, "Heh, they still didn't hurt me in the slightest. Just three mere fans!"

Qin Yiguan was also somewhat surprised, "What exactly is that defensive shield?"

But the uncle just smiled calmly, "My skin!"