Fantasy Writers 1860

Disife quickly located the locations where the two illusionary reactions had occurred.

To be precise, it's one place.

Because the observation results show that the two illusory responses just now both came from the same place.

"Seven Bell Towers Street in St. George's District, this place isn't..." Lily's face was solemn as she tried to control her expression.

"Where is it? Do you know?" After her recent mental journey, Disifei has now begun to boldly imagine that both of these fantasy drafts were written by the same person.

"...Yes, this is Dorian's current residence."

Disife fell silent.

The same person, one night, two drafts?

Is this correct?

More importantly, he only wrote a fantasy manuscript at the end of last month, and not long ago he refined a fantasy book, and now he's produced two more fantasy manuscripts in one night...

A normal person would need at least half a year to recover and return to normal life after creating a fantasy book—although people who can create fantasy books are not usually described as normal.

She had certainly seen exceptionally talented writers in the past, who would be lively and energetic a few days after writing a fantasy book, but she had never encountered anyone creating fantasy books and manuscripts at such a high intensity as Dorian was now.

On the one hand, where do you get so much experience to write fantasy drafts? On the other hand, writing fantasy drafts at such a high intensity and in short intervals will hollow out your soul.

"Dorian... he's not dead, is he?" Lily asked coldly, only Dislife noticed that the corner of her mouth drooped down by about a pixel.

For this child, this behavior already shows considerable concern.

"It could get even worse," Disifi said in a low voice. "The intense writing process drained his experience and soul, and the 'nothingness' began to flow into the 'echo' he left behind, twisting into a monstrous form of nothingness..."

Before Disilife could finish speaking, Lily suddenly grabbed her wrist and roughly pulled her to her side. "The situation is critical. There's no time to rush over slowly."

A semi-transparent book surrounded by light particles quickly appeared in front of Lily, and the pages began to turn rapidly on their own, with pale golden light particles emanating from it.

This is the fantasy book, "The Travels of Ibn Battuta".

These light particles swirled around the two like a whirlwind. When the pages of the book finished turning and closed with a "snap," the two had already disappeared from the top of the clock tower.

At the same time, two figures appeared at the door of 220 Seven Bell Towers Street in the St. George district.

She had just been teleported over, and before Disifei could even get her footing, Lily charged forward like a wolf, kicked open the door, and flew up the stairs to the second floor.

Although it appeared that she went straight to the second floor at an extremely fast speed, she actually went straight to the second floor because she had already checked the exterior of the apartment and the first floor.

The instant she arrived here through "The Travels of Ibn Battuta," she saw that the exterior of the apartment building and its surroundings were intact, without any missing "meaningless voids," indicating that the Void Abomination had not yet caused significant damage.

The fact that everything is normal on the first floor suggests that the ethereal entity is not on the first floor and may not have formed yet.

At this time, Lily had not yet possessed the "Book of Werewolves," but because she was a werewolf herself, her five senses were always at a werewolf level of sharpness.

In fact, the Book of Werewolves has never given her any boost in abilities.

Because this illusionary book only allows the possessor to temporarily transform into a werewolf, raising all abilities to werewolf level. This improvement is cumulative rather than additive, and the price is that if the possession is too frequent and prolonged, the possessor will actually become a werewolf.

Therefore, this illusionary book neither brings her any benefit nor any cost. Its only advantage is that she can openly expose her ears and tail under the guise of "I have possessed the illusionary book" without worrying about strange looks.

The person who first gave him this phantom book was Disliffe.

Everything seems normal on the second floor as well...

Lily quickly looked around but found nothing unusual.

But the next second, her silk hat trembled slightly.

There are strange noises.

The wolf ears inside the top hat began to automatically turn in the direction from which the sound came.

It's the sound of water.

Some newly formed ethereal entities do indeed emit such sounds, often originating from the blood within a body that has already become an empty shell.

Fortunately, it seems to have just taken shape, and at this stage, the Void Spawn is the weakest and easiest to deal with.

She pulled a pistol from her pants and began to slowly walk toward the source of the sound.

……

After finishing writing "The Policeman and the Hymn", Dorian thought that since the gas light had been on for so long tonight, he might as well take a shower as well. Just as he entered the bathroom, he heard a loud thud coming from downstairs.

Someone broke in!

The apartment complex where he lived was considered a relatively safe middle-class community, not some neglected slum. Dorian couldn't think of anyone who would be so bold.

Whoever it is, this commotion suggests ill intent.

Dorian, who was in the bathroom and had just turned on the shower, immediately began to think of a solution.

Even if this community is safe, well-managed, and has a fast police response time, we can't just sit and wait for the police to arrive. Given their hostile attitude, they might not even be afraid of the police.

Because I was taking a bath, I didn't have my staff or sword with me, and I didn't even have my clothes with me.

That only means... using the power of the Illusionary Book.

He didn't know what the effect of the two drafts he had just written would be, so he didn't dare to use them directly.

He pressed himself against the wall, listening to the soft footsteps coming from the hallway outside the door.

Someone is slowly approaching this place.

He grabbed a small wooden stool, stood at the door, and prepared to give the unexpected intruder a good beating and catch him off guard.

He directly activated the ability of the Phantom Book "Million Pounds" [Dead Soul Theater], and launched a "transaction" with him within the domain.

The water in the shower was still gushing down, and the unusual silence inside and outside the door made the sound of the running water seem particularly jarring.

Dorian held his breath, relying on the heightened senses and senses he had gained from the "Secret Long Poem," preparing to seize that fleeting opportunity.

The faint footsteps suddenly disappeared.

Dorian realized that this might be the other side about to launch an attack.

boom--

Just then, a silver bullet pierced through the door panel and shattered the glass of the window directly behind it.

Guns?!

Dorian was unharmed because he was hiding behind the door.

Before he could think, his body reacted on its own. As the bathroom door was kicked open, he slammed the small wooden stool that he had been holding above his head down!

Boom!

As the small stool in his hand shattered into a pile of wood chips in an instant, Dorian finally saw the appearance of the mysterious intruder.

A woman wearing a silk top hat and a monocle, dressed in a full men's formal suit.

At the same time, Lily also saw the true face of the "Void Spawn":

A perverted naked man, completely naked.

Lily: ?!

Dorian: !?